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Greenleaf & Imladris 22-Bereth:To Have and To Hold	By : MPB Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter IV: Traces

The twins led the way once they reached the Ered Mithrin. Centuries ago, the brethren had dared to explore this region in their vengeance-driven questing against orcs and their ilk. Thus, they alone knew something of the mountains that were said to harbor dragons to this day though no worm had evidenced itself since Smaug’s demise over Esgaroth more than a century ago. Even Gimli had not visited the Dwarves’ old realm in Mt. Gundabad though he had read and heard extensively about it. Thus, he depended as much on the twins as Legolas did. Their long experience tracking orcs even in the most hostile of places now served them in good stead as they wended their way through the frozen and barren hillocks and canyons of the Grey Mountains.

Whether astride their steeds on wide pathways or leading the animals through narrow passes, they followed the scanty clues their trained eyes espied here and there. Footprints captured in the now cold, rock-hard soil, distinctly non-orkish in shape and size. Long strands of hair caught on low-lying branches. Torn patches of diaphanous fabric snagged on thorny bushes. As they progressed deeper into the mountains, one thing became ever clearer. More than orcs had traversed these paths but not one human brigand had yet evinced his existence. Who then other than the goblins called this desolate place home?

On this peril-fraught journey, Gimli proved a most stalwart companion if a vociferous one when it came to impugning the merits of the beast he and Legolas rode. Never having learned to be completely at ease upon a horse, he was understandably annoyed at having to ride one now if only to keep up with his friends. It did not help matters that he did not even have the dubious security of a saddle for his peace of mind since all three Elves, as was the fashion of their kindred, rode bareback and relied not on bit or reins to control their mounts.

However, he was not in the least troubled by the region’s isolation or weighed down by its melancholic atmosphere as his companions were. In this he proved most invaluable, raising their spirits by regaling them with one humorous story or another. And of these tales he had a great store. As such they were all in a much lighter frame of mind by the time they reached the quarter mark up the mountains’ main trail.

It was not exactly the safest route to take for orcs used it frequently. But the clues they had so far found led them along this road and so they followed it but with utmost caution. Always one remained on watch while the others rested and never did they relax their guard even for an instant so long as they stayed on this path.

On the fifth night of their journey, they made camp some distance away from the trail for it would be fatally foolhardy to remain close by especially at a time when orcs were sure to be abroad.

While the others made ready to sleep, Elrohir sought higher ground from which he could view their surroundings. He walked up a low tree-crowned hill several paces away. He was surprised when Legolas joined him.

“You should get some rest,” he told his mate.

“I will,” Legolas replied. ‘But I need to do something first.”

“And that is?”

“This.”

The Elf-knight gasped as he was suddenly thrust against a sturdy tree and kissed into silence. A moment later, he was shocked when he felt Legolas’ fingers swiftly undoing the lacing on his breeches and even more shocked when the prince pressed hard against him and he realized the latter’s breeches were already undone. He managed to break the kiss long enough to speak.

“Legolas, why are you doing this?” he whispered roughly.

“What other reason can there be?” the prince retorted. “It has been a week since we last coupled, Aduial, and I am nigh ready to burst!” He hungrily reclaimed the warrior’s mouth.

His words had the desired effect of bringing Elrohir’s shaft to swift and potent arousal. Yet when Legolas released his lips to nibble at his throat, he made one last stab at rationality.

“I am supposed to be on watch,” he protested. Legolas lifted his golden head.

“Not at the moment,” he smugly informed him. “I asked Elladan to give us a few minutes together.” Elrohir’s eyes widened at the archer’s brazenness. “So, are you going to cooperate or not?” Legolas purred challengingly.

Elrohir growled, grasped him by the hips and hauled him back. There was no chance for a full coupling here but the warrior was more than talented at other forms of pleasuring. Even as he captured the archer’s lips in a pillaging kiss, he wickedly ground their groins together, sliding their turgid lengths against each other in sensual abandon. Jolting bursts of sheer sensation sparked throughout their bodies until Legolas was moaning with the ecstasy of it. He groaned with frustration when the Elf-knight drew away slightly, grey eyes alight with a rakish gleam.

“Ai, do not torment me, Elrohir!” he nearly snarled. “Finish it now!”

With breath-stealing skill, Elrohir complied and before very long Legolas spent himself with a hoarse cry, his seed mingling with the Elf-knight’s as the other came to completion on the heels of his. Leaning against the tree for support, Elrohir gathered his prince against him. For a minute or so, they remained thus while awaiting the slowing of their breathing and heartbeats.

At length, Legolas looked up and, with a sweet smile Elrohir had not seen in so very long, stole a kiss from the twin. His smile turned into a satisfied grin.

“Now you’re on watch,” he said.

Elrohir chuckled and released him. They straightened up and swiftly fastened their breeches, laughing softly at the telltale stains that marked them. After one more deep kiss, Legolas returned to the others. Elrohir watched him vanish into the dark with brightened eyes. He could not deny he was much heartened by his spouse’s actions. He settled into his watch with considerably more enthusiasm.

Hours later he hurried down the hill and hastened to the others. For the past several minutes he had been patently uneasy. From his perch, he’d seen nothing suspicious but sensed it he did. Something was wrong and he was not about to wait for it to happen.

He was within shouting distance of the camp when he felt the veriest cold shiver upon his nape. Instinctively he ducked. Just as a black bladed dagger winged across where his head had previously been and embedded itself in the tree to his side. Suddenly, more than two dozen orcs sprung from the shadows.

“Legolas! Elladan! Gimli!” Elrohir cried out even as he swung his sword at a goblin, cleanly slicing off its head.

Legolas was off his back like a shot, hands fitting arrows to bow in a blur of movement. He took down several of the creatures before he was fully standing.

An orc pounced on Elladan only to be impaled by the warrior Elf’s out thrust sword. Elladan jumped to his feet and slashed swiftly at two more of the creatures, taking off the arm of one and the hand of the other.

Gimli, slower to rise than the Elves, wasted no time stumbling to his feet but grabbed his axe and swung hard at a goblin as it flung itself at him. He had the grim satisfaction of watching its head fly in the opposite direction from its body before applying himself to ridding a few others of their heads or limbs.

The melee was fast and furious. Though surprisingly well-armored and bearing curiously elegant weapons, the orcs were no match for the Elven warriors and their Dwarf friend. More accustomed to ambushing unwary travelers or raiding poorly defended hamlets, these goblins were ferocious but hardly skilled in combat. In minutes, the small clearing was littered with stinking corpses and various mismatched heads and appendages. The victors took a moment to catch their breaths before moving to sift through the remains to discern if these orcs had anything to do with their mission.

Elladan lifted one of the enemy swords in puzzlement, ran his fingers over the black breastplate of a fallen goblin.

“This is wrought from galvorn,” he remarked. He tossed the sword to Elrohir who examined it with great interest.

“I beg your pardon, but what is galvorn?” Gimli inquired, brow creased in perplexity.

“It was a metal invented by the Elven-smith, Eöl, in the First Age,” Elladan explained.

“The First Age?!” Gimli echoed with some amazement.

The Elf-lord nodded. “It was as hard as steel even when thin and was ideal for armor.” He nudged the orc on the ground before him with his foot. “Were these goblins more skilled, we would have been hard-put to best them, protected as they were.”

“But how did these orcs get hold of such weapons?” Elrohir wondered, as he admiringly hefted the sword. “Galvorn is all but legend now. The secret of its making is believed to have died with Eöl.”

“Perhaps they were plundered from the ruins of your ancient elven cities,” Gimli suggested.

“Nay, these are of recent make,” Elrohir said. “And the only extant example left of a weapon wrought of this metal in the Elder Days is in Cirdan’s Halls at the Grey Havens, left by the last survivors of Gondolin.”

“Er, Gondolin?” Gimli repeated. “Forgive me but I know little of your people from those days. Why Gondolin?”

“Eöl was wed to Aredhel, sister of Turgon, king of Gondolin,” Elrohir said.

“Was he?” Legolas questioned. “The tale I heard in Greenwood is that he took her by force.”

Elladan shrugged. “The truth is lost in the mists of time. But she lived willingly enough with him for many years to give credence to his claim that she was his wife.”

“Why did he have to make a claim?” Gimli asked, getting more and more confused.

Taking pity on the Dwarf, Elrohir elucidated the matter more thoroughly. “Eöl was one of Thingol of Doriath’s kin who chose not to reside within the Girdle of Melian.” When Gimli nodded his comprehension of that part of elven history, he continued. “Aredhel wandered into the forest of Nan Elmoth, which Eöl called home. ‘Tis said he lured her to him and took her as wife. More than that no one knows. She bore him a son but later abandoned him and returned to Gondolin with their child. When he followed them and came nigh to the city, he was captured and brought before Turgon. At the time, it was forbidden for anyone who came upon Gondolin to leave the city again lest its location became known to Morgoth. Turgon gave Eöl the choice to remain in the city with his family or face death. He chose death but also attempted to kill his son with a poisoned dart. Aredhel took the dart, sickened and died. And so they threw Eöl from the Caragdûr. ‘Tis said that before he fell he cursed his son for having turned against him.”

“And that last weapon at the Havens?”

“It belonged to his son, Maeglin,” Elladan put in. “Recovered after he was cast from the Caragdûr by Tuor.” At Gimli’s startled expression, the older twin added: “He betrayed Gondolin to Morgoth and brought about the city’s ruin. It seems he nursed a passion for our foremother, Idril, Turgon’s daughter.”

“But you Elves do not wed with such close kin,” Gimli mused.

“Exactly. It was a forbidden passion fed not least by ambition. I wager he hoped to gain the throne of Gondolin by a marriage to his uncle’s sole heir. But she married Tuor of the Third House of the Edain and he was frustrated in his desire. It played no small part in his betrayal of his people for he tried to take Idril when she fled the sack of the city with her son by Tuor, our grandsire, Eärendil. But Tuor caught him and they battled on the walls and, at the last, he was thrown down the slopes of the Amon Gwareth as his father had been before him.”

Gimli grimaced. “That is a grim tale,” he commented. “I had read of Gondolin’s fall but not of the treachery that wrought it.”

Elladan picked up another sword and swung it experimentally. It was perfectly balanced and wickedly sharp to boot.

“There is another mystery here that needs answering,” he said. “An enemy who possesses such knowledge would be formidable.”

“What do you think then?” Gimli grunted. “Do these scum have aught to do with the women we seek?”

“Too soon to say,” Elrohir replied. “Though the very notion sends a chill up my spine. If these orcs and those women answer to one master... “ He shook his head. “‘Tis a daunting thought.”

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Glossary:

Aduial - Twilight (Legolas’ pet name for Elrohir)

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Greenleaf & Imladris 22-Bereth:To Have and To Hold