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Title: An Ounce of Kindness

Author: Eressë (eresse21@yahoo.com)

Pairings: Legolas/Elrohir, Elladan/Galvreth (OMC)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I write for the fun of it. Everything else belongs to the wizard of storytelling, JRR Tolkien.

Summary: One never knows where an act of kindness will lead. The expanded version of the original story.

Chapter XLVII

Gondor, Lothron T.A. 3019

As the sons of Elrond made their way to the king's audience chamber, many eyes followed them with curiosity and fascination. Not only were they a rare sight, twins so alike in appearance that few could tell one from the other, they were also the most unlikely of brothers to Elessar. To Men the differences that set them apart as much from pureblooded Elves as from mortals were negligible and so they thought it astonishing that their king should be kin to any of the Firstborn. And such comely relations they were, too, many whispered. Not to mention noble of carriage, fierce of heart and fearsome in battle, those who had witnessed them on the Pelennor Fields and before the Black Gate added in awe.

Little more than a month had passed since the resounding and final overthrow of Sauron and the downfall of his stronghold of Barad-dûr and already the rebuilding of Minas Tirith had begun. The climactic events that had decided Middle-earth's fate and the Guarded City's doom or salvation were engraved in memory among young and old alike. Not a one did not know of how the army of the West nigh fell before the onslaught of the Dark Lord's might ere the Hobbits from whom they had successfully diverted Sauron's attention fulfilled their Quest and secured a place for the Shire-folk in the histories of Middle-earth. Today, Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee could not walk anywhere in the city without encountering its people's reverence and gratitude.

Closer to home, the Rammas Echor had been breached in several places and many hands strove to mend the gaps in that long wall. Minas Tirith's great gate was in ruins, shattered by the vanquished Witch-king during the siege preceding the advent of the Rohirrim and their valiant rescue of the beleaguered city. And many buildings and roads suffered from damage or decay, abandonment and attrition taking their toll on the available labor pool of the city. The Valar only knew how many had fled Minas Tirith in fear. Likely as many as those who had perished on the fields of the Pelennor and in Mordor.

The City of the Kings was battered and bruised. But it was not defeated. Indeed, it now stood tall and proud in the light of a new day, a potent symbol of right's victory over evil and the triumph of the Men of the West whose forebears came out of the ruins of a foundered land to establish new lives and great realms east of the Sea.

So now a king reigned over Gondor once again and the Stewards ruled no longer. It was this king the twin lords of Imladris sought this fair morning in May when hope ran high in the air and smiles frequented the faces of the folk of the city more oft than the scowls and grimaces that had marked them during the long years of the Shadow.

Aragorn welcomed them with a smile of relief. Outwardly, their foster-brother seemed at ease with the role he had taken upon himself. But the twins knew that he was still as much the plainspoken youngest son of Elrond of Rivendell as he was the Man now hailed as Elessar Telcontar, King of reunited Gondor and Arnor. He would always yearn for the life he had known before his lineage was revealed to him and the duties thereof pressed on him. At heart he was still Strider the grim and hardy Ranger however the trappings of monarchy now adorned his person and his royal obligations compelled him to bear himself in the manner expected of the ruler of the greatest realm of Men in Middle-Earth.

“Father sent word that he is coming to Minas Tirith,” Elladan announced as soon as they were done with pleasantries. “He is very pleased that you have won yourself the crown, Estel.”

Aragorn was surprised. “How did he know of our victory so swiftly?”

“We bade Gwaihir and his folk bring the news to Imladris when they returned to the north,” Elrohir explained. “By our reckoning, he should be a week gone from the valley by now.”

“I see,” Aragorn mused. “When think you will he arrive?”

“He will sojourn in Lothlórien ere proceeding here,” Elladan replied. “'Tis likely our grandparents will accompany him. We believe they will reach Minas Tirith no later than midsummer.”

Aragorn hesitated. “Did he mention who else is accompanying him?” he ventured.

The twins sympathetically smiled. “Alas, his message was very brief,” Elrohir said. “He only mentioned that he desired to surrender the scepter of Annúminas to you as it is now yours by right.”

“We came to ask leave of you that we might ride with the Rohirrim when they depart for Edoras tomorrow,” Elladan continued. “We wish to meet Father when he reaches Rohan and conduct him here ourselves.”

“You need not seek permission from me,” Aragorn objected. “You are my brothers. You are free to come and go whenever you please.”

“But you are king, Estel, and must comport yourself as one even with kin,” Elladan pointed out. “It would not do for your new subjects to think you lax and perhaps weak and therefore easily biddable under the influence of a strong hand.”

Aragorn sighed. “That is one aspect of kingship that I cannot relish,” he remarked with a scowl. “That I should have to behave so even with those dearest to my heart-!” He shook his head in frustration.

'You need only do so when in public,” Elrohir gently counselled. “Still and all, 'tis best you accustom yourself to the formalities of your station lest you forget yourself on occasion and act in ways unbecoming of this realm's king. You do have Father to emulate in how best a ruler should carry himself.”

“Aye, and I will be forever grateful for his tutelage and peerless example,” Aragorn warmly agreed. “You have leave to go. I look forward to seeing Father now that I have fulfilled his hopes for me.”

Thus the sons of Elrond joined the late Théoden's nephew Éomer, the new King of Rohan, and his sister Éowyn when they led their warriors back to the Riddermark for a spell. They would eventually return to Minas Tirith to fetch their beloved uncle's body and bear it back to the land of his fathers for a burial befitting a King of Rohan. The twins pondered the twists of fate that had brought the White Lady of Rohan to the battlefields of Gondor in the guise of a soldier and led to her slaying of the King of the Ringwraiths with the improbable assistance of one Meriadoc Brandybuck, Hobbit of the Shire.

In any case, they would stay in Edoras until they received news of their father's approach and ride to meet him. In the meantime, Éowyn would be their host for her brother desired to ride to the far corners of his kingdom to see how the land and its people fared in the aftermath of terrible strife.

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Word of a great company of strange and wondrous folk came to them in mid June and they rode to meet them. Éowyn insisted that they took a great troop of Riders with them as formal escort to their sire and his party. She would not have it said that the people of the Mark did not know how to extend a right welcome to noble visitors to their land.

It was on the fourteenth of the month that they saw the encampment. Eager to reunite with their sire, the twins spurred their steeds into brisk gallops. Their escort was hard-pressed to keep up with them for even among the fleetest horses of the Rohirrim there were none that could match the speed of purebred elven steeds save perhaps for the Mearas whose ancestors were said to have come from the West.

Elrond did not stand on ceremony but hastened forth to meet them, sweeping them into his arms almost before they had fully dismounted. He held them tightly to his breast, pressing kisses to their foreheads, thankful as only a doting father could be that they were hale and whole. The brethren clung as heartily to him and only let go when another sought their attention.

“Arwen!” Elladan exclaimed joyfully as his sister hurried into his embrace. “Ah, so you did come with <i>Ada</i>.”

“Of course I did,” she replied. “I have a long delayed engagement to keep.”

“We suspected as much,” Elrohir said, gathering her in his arms in a warm hug. “But we did not care to raise Estel's hopes overmuch lest we were proved wrong.”

Arwen smiled. “I trust he is well?” she queried. “He is not beset by uncertainty in this latest undertaking?”

“He still harbors doubts now and then,” Elladan murmured, fondly stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “But he has taken up the reins of kingship quite well. I do not think we need worry about him.” He glanced about, a frown creasing his brow.

“What is wrong?” Arwen asked.

“I am not certain,” Elladan said. “'Tis just that I keep receiving an impression of…” He shook his head. “Nay, I must be imagining it in my great need. For how could I possibly sense Galvreth so strongly when he is far away?”

“Mayhap because he is closer at hand than you think.”

Elladan spun around in disblief to meet his argent-haired mate's mirthful gaze. “How come you to be here?” he asked quite gracelessly in his befuddlement.

Galvreth chuckled at his uncharacteristic lack of aplomb. “I returned to Lothlórien with your grandsire Celeborn after he met with Father in the wake of Dol Guldur's fall. I was there when your father arrived. Think you I would have declined an invitation to be with you soonest?”

Elladan would have swept him into a passionate kiss then and there were it not for the presence of the Rohirrim. As it was he contented himself with a comradely embrace, the nudge of less than comradely stiffenings below their waists notwithstanding. But his eyes promised much more when they were not under the scrutiny of the Men of the Mark.

Unfortunately, it was not a simple matter to keep that promise. Edoras was a close-knit community for all its status as the seat of royal power in Rohan. There were simply too many eyes upon the Elves and all that they said and did drew close attention. Neither Elladan nor Galvreth cared to risk incurring the Rohirrim's shock and ire with conduct deemed unseemly by this still young race of Men. Elladan was Elessar's brother and it would not do to rouse suspicions about the king's leanings when he had barely begun his reign.

Thus, it was with much relief that they left Edoras after two nights. Even if Éowyn had once again assigned a fitting escort to accompany them and they would not be able to indulge themselves beyond a few quick and furtive kisses and caresses, at least there was the promise of respite once they came to Minas Tirith. Not that the folk of Gondor were more accommodating of strange practices than the Rohirrim but the White Tower harbored less busybodies and there would be more opportunities for greater intimacy with each other.

One good thing had come of the stay in Meduseld however and that was the start of a great friendship between Arwen and Éowyn. If Arwen suspected Éomer's sister of once coveting her man, she chose to ignore it and relegate it to the past. And Éowyn, while understandably curious about the Elf with whom Aragorn was so deeply smitten, felt little of her old envy now that she was secure in a love all her own in the person of the Steward Faramir, newly made Prince of Ithilien. They made a striking pair as they walked together about Edoras, dark and gold heads close together, blue eyes telling secrets to grey. The twins speculated with some amusement as to what they could possibly be sharing about their respective loves and heartily sympathized with said loves who were all unaware that their virtues and foibles were most probably being discussed and analyzed by their fair ladies.

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Galvreth blew out his breath in frustration, all but glaring at the view of the city from his chamber window. Though his reason told him that relief could not be had just yet and why, his body refused to listen. He ached terribly. Ached for his darkling mate's touch and so much more.

Matters had not changed much when the Elves finally reached Minas Tirith. Only this time 'twas not the forbidden that kept him and Elladan apart but duty and custom. Hard on the heels of Aragorn's marriage to his Evenstar came the renewed and relentless spate of chores and obligations that was part and parcel of being king. And as was expected of them, the king's relations aided him whenever and in whatever way they could.

Their quartering had not helped either. With that matter left in the hands of the king's household staff, chambers in the White Tower were assigned as protocol dictated. Thus, as the representative of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood, Galvreth had been assigned a room in the guest wing of the Tower, far from the chambers set aside for the king's close kin. It was not known that Legolas was his brother for the archer had not made much of his antecedents and been content to remain in the house where the members of the Fellowship dwelt. Galvreth sourly considered that his youngest brother would prefer the ease of keeping assignations with Elrohir in that house than in the twins' shared chamber in the White Tower.

To be fair, however, he knew Legolas and Elrohir were not faring any better as far as their conjugal relations were concerned since Aragorn and Arwen's wedding. But both were very much involved in the reconstruction of the city and therefore adequately distracted by work to feel the dire lack of intimate companionship overmuch. The same could be said of Elladan who with his father and brother was oft closeted with the king as he discharged matters of state. But Galvreth did not have the same degree of busyness so to speak. He tried to keep himself occupied and his mind off his mate and what they ought to be engaged in, as any right-minded Elves should. But that was not always possible and there were times he missed Elladan more sharply than others. Even more so when his spouse's nearness taunted him in ways their previous distance had not.

Galvreth muttered an imprecation when thoughts of Elladan set certain parts of his person aflame. He was supposed to meet with Elessar and his Great Council in a little while to discuss the role of his father's realm in the king's vision for the Reunited Kingdom. Now was not the time for inappropriate desires. But his wayward body refused to cooperate and if anything clamored all the more for him to see to its needs forthwith.

He stepped away from the window and leaned sideways against the wall, still looking out at the city below but not truly seeing it. He loosened his breech laces and, when the garment sagged around his hips, reached down to take himself in hand. He did not desire to pleasure himself thusly but he could hardly walk the hallways of the White Tower with a throbbing bulge in his crotch visibly hampering his stride.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and concentrated on bringing himself to release soonest, cognizant of the limited time and the men who awaited him, one of who was king. Sharp yearning accompanied the tightening in his groin and a small sob escaped him, whether out of pleasure or frustration even he could not say.

Of a sudden, long fingers on his hips pulled him back against a tall, strong body and he gasped as warm breath feathered his ear ere hungry lips set to worrying the sensitive tip. His eyes flew open but he did not need to see who held him in so intimate a manner. He caught his breath as a hard shaft slipped between the taut cheeks of his backside, already amply slick with seed, and teasingly prodded him. Galvreth whimpered needily and pushed back against his lord-spouse to sheath him to the hilt.

Elladan groaned approvingly as he slid into snug satin-bound heat. Resting his back against the wall, he held Galvreth fast in his embrace, each forward lunge of his hips further enclosing him in his prince's core. He reached around and slipped his hand under Galvreth's stroking fingers. The Wood-elf moaned, the feel of his lover's hand on him far more electrifying than his own.

His rapture spiraling out of control, Galvreth turned his head, seeking Elladan's lips. He doubted his immediate neighbors were in their rooms given the early hour but he did not wish to risk exposure in so crude a fashion. Elladan complied with alacrity, sealing their lips together in a torrid, hot-tongued caress.

They came to completion one after the other, trembling nigh violently with the intensity of their bodies' bliss, their spirits melded in that otherworldly ecstasy unique to Elves. Galvreth moaned Elladan's name into his mouth as he felt his seed leave his body. An instant later, creamy warmth flooded his core and he heard Elladan's barely comprehensible utterance of love.

Hardly had he recovered breath or lucid thought when Elladan withdrew from him then turned him about and pulled him into a tight embrace, all but crushing their mouths together in a pillaging kiss. Galvreth thought his already seemingly boneless legs would give way under that onslaught. Hanging on by a hair's breadth to what reason he still possessed, he half-heartedly nudged Elladan back, breaking their kiss just long enough to have his say.

“Stop, my love,” he gasped. “Much as I long to continue this, I cannot. I am already late for my audience with Aragorn.”

“You mean you will not show up at all,” Elladan insisted, taking another prolonged draught of his lips.

Galvreth groaned and pulled away. “I cannot do that!” he exclaimed.

“But you can and you will,” Elladan insisted. When Galvreth would have protested further, he scowled and hauled the prince back into his arms in a manner that brooked no resistance. “I have already re-scheduled your meeting with Estel,” he informed his stunned spouse. “There are limits to the fulfillment of one's duty and by Elbereth I have verily reached mine!”

He began to walk his astonished spouse back toward the bed, stripping him as he did.

“You are certain?” Galvreth said anxiously though he likewise set to undoing Elladan's clothing. “The king was not displeased?”

“The king is still my brother and a younger one at that,” Elladan retorted. “He readily granted my request seeing how few I have made of him since he came to his throne.” A final tug and shove and he had Galvreth bare as a newborn. “Either that or risk incurring this Peredhel's wrath before the esteemed members of his Council.”

Toppled into a sprawl on the bed, Galvreth could only stare at his forceful mate in amazement. Elladan swiftly discarded the last of his clothes then blanketed Galvreth with his body. They groaned as their reawakened lengths slid against each other.

“Valar, but I missed you so,” Elladan rasped, hands feverishly roaming sleek flesh.

“As I missed you,” Galvreth whispered, arching into Elladan's knowing hands and lips. “Ah, you will undo me too soon, Elladan!”

He closed his eyes tightly as the older twin moved down the length of his body, tasting every inch of him as he did. He shivered as each nipple was attended to with loving rapacity and whimpered when each juncture between groin and thigh was licked and nibbled. Sighed when Elladan buried his nose in the argent curls from which his shaft proudly rose. Shuddered as his mate ran his tongue along the hard column of flesh then stifled a cry when Elladan took the whole of it into his mouth.

He reached down, running his hands through his lover's loosened locks, while he was assiduously pleasured. The press of fingers into his seed slick passage heightened his ecstasy and he felt he must hasten completion of such near excruciating joy or go mad from it. With a low growl, he grasped Elladan by the shoulders, urged him up beside him and pressed him down on his back. Lithely sitting astride his groin, he positioned himself over his mate's rigid shaft and, lowering his hips slowly but steadily, took the whole length of it into his body.

Both gasped at their joining, Galvreth quivering deliciously as he was utterly filled, Elladan striving not to spend too soon once buried in that unctuous heat, his pleasure further heightened by the struggle. He smoothed his hands over Galvreth's thighs, stroking groinward until he reached the prince's shaft. Galvreth gasped as his length and the tender flesh beneath were played with, each light caress by Elladan's fingers intensifying the wondrous ache in his nether regions that would not be assuaged by other than complete bodily release.

“Ride me, berethen vain”-my beautiful spouse-Elladan crooned. “Sheath me as deeply as you can. I can never get enough of your softness, your heat; so tight and sweet around me I am always loathe to leave the haven of your body.”

“Sweet Eru,” Galvreth groaned, inflamed by the incendiary words.

He swiftly complied, riding the hard flesh within him, permitting it to pierce him to the brim with every descent of his hips. Elladan on the other hand steadily bucked upward, stroking Galvreth within even as he was sensuously clutched by the silken walls that gloved his flesh. A faint blush suffused Galvreth's cheeks and slowly spread down to his neck, shoulders and chest until he was delectably rosy in his rapture. Wanting to see him come undone, Elladan closed his fingers around the prince's thick shaft and began to stroke it.

Galvreth gasped harshly and shut his eyes in an attempt to stay the surge of ecstasy that threatened an early climax. He did not wish to end their shared pleasure too soon.

“Gently, melethron”-lover-he pleaded. “I want you within me a while longer. It has been too long!”

Elladan gentled his pace, his strokes turning a little languid and thrusts more shallow though either was no less stimulating. He was rewarded by Galvreth's long-drawn hiss of enjoyment followed by a spate of smothered ululations that heralded a slow-burning ascent to explosive completion. The sounds of Galvreth's bliss never failed to stoke Elladan's own rapture until it flared out of control.

Galvreth softly cried out when he was again stroked hardily even as Elladan's upward thrusts quickened and deepened once more. There was no staving off completion any longer. Not under that twofold assault. He leaned down and, sobbing in ecstasy, kissed Elladan, mouths and tongues moving against each other in ardent desperation.

Release overwhelmed them a few moments later and they swallowed each other's cries. Pearlescent cream stippled their bellies and groins as Galvreth spent fulsomely between their bodies while Elladan spilled copiously inside him.

Galvreth lay atop Elladan for several seconds waiting for his wits to regroup. At length, he managed to rouse himself and moved to unsheathe his mate's still surprisingly firm shaft. To his shock, Elladan pulled him back down and instead turned them on their sides so that they faced each other, Galvreth's outer leg resting high on the older twin's waist enabling the latter to remain inside him.

Galvreth stared at him in disbelief “Did you not spend?” he choked when he felt Elladan's shaft begin to swell once more in resurgent arousal.

“Enough to sate my need for a moment,” Elladan drawled. “But not to still my hunger for you, my sweet prince.” When Galvreth would have protested, he wickedly added, “'Tis not as if you will be riding tomorrow.”

“Even if I were, it would not stop you. I do not recall my comfort or lack of it discouraging you!” Galvreth smartly retorted.

“I would say the same for you,” Elladan reminded him. “How oft have you let me take you beyond prudence even when you knew you would pay the consequences soon enough?”

Galvreth opened his mouth to deny the assertion then realized he could not and flushed deeply instead.

“You are a rogue, Elladan,” he muttered. “I cannot fathom why of all the Elves in Arda, 'twas you almighty Eru saw fit to saddle me with!”

“Because almighty Eru knew only I could fill your needs to your satisfaction,” Elladan smugly replied. As if to prove his cheeky contention, he thrust forward, his renewed readiness ensured by the bawdy banter.

Galvreth moaned as he was stroked inside. He feebly tried to push Elladan away but the darkling Elf-lord cupped his backside and hauled him closer, thus burying himself even more deeply in the depths of the woodland prince's satiny core. Galvreth groaned helplessly when rapacious lips marauded his throat until it was covered with crimson bruises.

“Elladan, have mercy!” the prince half-wailed. “Ah, you will be the death of me!”

Elladan grinned against his throat and said, “But that I will not permit, my love. You cannot leave me without the delights of your singular charms to keep me occupied through the long nights and cold dawns.” He rolled their withy bodies over so that he came to rest between Galvreth's legs, thus sinking further into his body. “And every spare moment in between,” he huskily murmured.

Whereupon he silenced his sputtering spouse with a plundering kiss and embarked on another molten coupling of body and spirit. If Mirkwood's fourth prince had thought to gainsay Rivendell's older twin lord, he soon found himself stripped of the ability to do so with any coherency. Which of course would have made no impact whatsoever on an amorous Peredhel bent on taking his pleasure and so was not worth the effort at all. Or so Elladan would claim the morn after as he had most morns before and would do so most morns to come for the rest of their eternal lives.

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Glossary:

Lothron - Sindarin for May

Gwaihir - The lord of the Eagles of Middle-earth at the time of the War of the Ring. He and his folk helped Gandalf bring Frodo and Sam out of Mordor after the destruction of the One Ring.

Ada - Papa

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