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The Early Years: For the Sake of Friendship	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: This one is for Fim. Without her encouragement, suggestions, and Pink Sparkly Whip �, this entire fic would have never seen the light of day. **big hugs** Thank you, sweetie. Love Ya!

~Fusing~
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~Elrohir~

I woke, as always, snug in my brother's embrace. His chest pressed tightly to my back, his face buried in my neck- his scent and the soothing warmth of his body surround me. The silken rope of his hair, still damp, lies twisted with my own braid, the ends brushing my skin teasingly. Slowly, carefully, I remove the length of lacing, gently unweaving the inky strands.
I do not wish to wake him. Not yet. The stars are just beginning to fade from the velvety sky, and these moments before the day awakens have ever been the most precious to me. The most precious, as well as the most trying. We have slept so entwined for years uncounted. For over a century I have woken thus, excruciatingly aware of his hardness nestled against me, my own throbbing insistently in answer. And for over a century we have moved reluctantly apart, firmly tamping down the flickering flames of desire, resisting the siren's song of our bond.
Today there is no need to resist.
The realization rushes over me like icy water, leaving me breathless in its wake. Shivering- whether from anticipation or anxiety I could not say- I instinctively press back against 'Dan, seeking reassurance from his closeness as I have since our birth. His drowsy moan goes straight to my groin, and I stifle a whimper as his arms tighten and he snuggles closer, his arousal sliding enticingly against me. A moment later my racing heart leaps painfully, then settles into a steady gallop as the tip of one ear is enveloped in a warm mouth, and a teasing drawl slithers through my mind.

Your heart is pounding, tôren.

Suddenly the reality of what is happening strikes me, and my body goes rigid, torn between fear and desire. Immediately the swirling wetness is gone from my ear, replaced by a hand that strokes my hair gently, idly twisting the loose braid. 'Dan takes a deep breath, and he is once again simply tôren einior- my protector. "We have the rest of our lives, rohir nín," he says quietly, accepting what he sees as refusal without protest, though the echo of pain in his voice brings tears to my eyes. "Mayhap eternity. There is no need to rush."
As he begins to move away, I grab his hand and hold tight, ignoring his surprised yelp as I once again press back, molding my body to his, our hearts now thudding in unison. Brushing a kiss across his palm, I place his hand on my trembling stomach, and my thoughts reach out- half plea, half demand.

Love me, 'Dan.
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~Elladan~

His skin is warm under my touch, warm and smooth as the silk sheets on which we lie, yet he shivers as though chilled to the bone. I can feel his anxiety, and taste his desire, for they echo my own chaotic emotions. I feared my heart would shatter when he suddenly stiffened, so unyielding and silent in my arms, then I worried lest it leap from my chest as he relaxed against me once more, his quiet entreaty becoming a never-ending mantra in my mind. Love me. Love me. Love me�

Sweet Eru, I do. I have, always. I will, always. I have ever been his, from the moment of our begetting. Will ever be his, to the end of Arda, and beyond. As he is mine- tôren, guren, faeren, rohir nín. The feel and smell and taste of him are my earliest memories, my anchor, my assurance that all is well.
I bury my face in his neck once more, inhaling deeply, savoring his familiar scent, so like my own, and yet not. It is intoxicating. My tongue flicks over the satiny skin of his throat, tentative, asking permission. And permission comes, in the form of a firm hand on my head, as 'Roh stretches his neck invitingly, his encouraging murmurs stirring a fire in me like none I have ever known.
I gently tug his hand free, licking and nipping his fingers teasingly, causing him to chuckle deep in his throat, even as he trembles against me- and suddenly I am swept back in time, caught in a memory I have not consciously recalled in centuries.
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I am but a wee elfling, sitting astride Ada's knee, one hand tangled comfortably in his hair. 'Roh sits likewise on the other knee, and we both stare with brotherly superiority as Nana rocks our new sister, who has one thumb stuck firmly in her tiny mouth.
"Surely I did not do that, Ada? 'Tis ridiculous to suck on your own thumb." 'Ridiculous' is my new word, and I am inordinately proud of it.
"Nay, you did not, 'Adan," Ada replies, his eyes twinkling. Even as I puff up with pride, he chuckles softly, tightening his arms around both of us. "You sucked 'Rohir's thumb. And he yours."

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I am jerked suddenly back to the present by the wet lash of 'Roh's tongue around my thumb, and a bolt of searing heat shoots through my body, swelling my already aching shaft. He tilts his head, and grey eyes, darkened with desire and sparkling with mirth, meet my startled gaze.

I remember, also, tôren.
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~Elrohir~

My anxiety evaporates like morning mist, replaced by the warm glow of a shared memory. I force back a burst of laughter at 'Dan's surprise as I turn in his embrace, snuggling closer. Though his mind is oft open to me, as mine is to him, we do not intrude lightly into one another's thoughts. Raising one hand to his cheek, I meet his eyes apologetically, and I am immediately lost in their midnight dark depths.
"Do not be sorry," he says quietly, "My memories are yours to share." His lips ghost across my hand once more, soft and warm, as his fingers loose my hair, threading through the damp strands, smoothing the waves left by the braiding. Then his mouth covers mine, his tongue tracing my lips gently, almost hesitantly, until they part in invitation, and suddenly I am drowning in him. The taste of him, the smell of him, the silken feel of his hair under my hands and his skin against mine- nothing else matters. 'Twas for this that I was born.
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~Elladan~

Our tongues wrestle lightly, teasingly, and 'Roh's surrender is clear here, too, as in his breathless whimpers, and the way his body conforms to mine. Pliant yet insistent, he pulls me over to lie above him as our kisses deepen, and I settle between his open legs, unable to suppress a shuddering groan as our swollen lengths nestle together for the first time.
My brother presses up eagerly, his hands tangling almost painfully in my hair as I nuzzle his neck, sucking and nipping sharply until the imprint of my teeth is visible, stark red and blue against the translucent flesh. Glorfindel's fading mark is no longer visible underneath my own. 'Roh is mine, and only mine.
The pull of the bond washes over us in waves, and the urge to end it, to simply plunge into his offered body, is overwhelming. And yet�I yearn to see him tremble and moan under my hands, under my mouth, as he did under our tutor's touch. Pressing a lingering kiss to his parted lips, I pull away slightly, ignoring his growl of protest as my eyes roam greedily over him.
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~Elrohir~

His weight lifts from me suddenly, and a wordless complaint bursts from my mouth as I instinctively arch toward the hard heat of his body. Forcing my eyes open, I meet his obsidian dark gaze, shivering as it sweeps over me possessively. I can feel his hunger, his need- and yet he remains motionless, save one hand, which traces my face gently. Then those impossibly dark eyes meet mine once more, and his voice echoes in my lust-fogged mind.

Beautiful.
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~Elladan~

His pale skin glows in the dim light, soft and luminous as silk over the rippling muscle beneath. The ragged rhythm of his breathing hypnotizes me, as does the soft flush that colors his flawless face. Then he shifts restlessly, and the spell is broken. He is exasperated by my lack of haste, and I cannot forestall the smile that breaks as his thoughts brush mine.

Are you in need of further lessons, 'Dan?

He is still 'Roh, even as he willingly yields control. Still impatient, still cheeky.

I think I shall manage, Elrohir.
Then do so. Elladan.

Still grinning, I brush an affectionate kiss across his swollen lips before lowering my head to nibble at his throat once more. Then his hands are in my hair, his teeth scrape my ear, and our kisses are no longer affectionate, but fiery and full of promise.

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~Elrohir~

The feel of his mouth on my throat leaves me gasping for air, arching helplessly into the warmth as he licks and nibbles a searing path down my neck, then across my chest. The sleek curtain of his hair falls forward, black as ink, to tickle and tease my skin.
Then his lips brush my nipples gently, and I whimper, the sound becoming a wail as he sucks one hard nub into his mouth, nipping with sharp teeth, then easing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. His fingers find the other, tugging and rolling the tender peak before his mouth covers it in turn.
Oh, gods, I have never felt, never imagined�
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~Elladan~

I feel him tremble against me and I shiver in return, his pleading murmurs sending white-hot bolts of desire through my body. I am no longer sure who is truly in control, nor do I care. He pushes up frantically, his arousal hard and wet against my stomach, and with a harsh groan I give in, rubbing my aching shaft on his leg like a buck in rut.
A strangled outburst fills the room, then his hands are fisted tightly in my hair, tugging savagely, forcing me back up to meet his desperate kiss. 'Roh's eyes are black, glittering with desire, and I know instinctively that they mirror my own. There is no teasing, no tenderness in these kisses- they are bruising, needful, almost violent in their hunger.
Suddenly his legs wrap around me, strong as mithril, and his voice cuts through my addled thoughts, hoarse and demanding.

Now.

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~Elrohir~

I am nearly undone by the press of his body against me, his hard length cradled against my crease, brushing my salve-slick entrance eagerly. Our teeth clash spectacularly, nipping and pulling at tender lips and tongues. Suddenly, I taste blood and wrench my mouth away, my lust- induced stupor shaken by the coppery tang. Breathing hard, I lie motionless, staring up into 'Dan's face.

His eyes are bottomless, dark and liquid. In them I see the tenuous threads of control begin to unravel, and for a brief instant, I am afraid again- fearful of what we have unleashed, unsure of what will be left after the passion burns away.
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~Elladan~

His unease washes over me unexpectedly, and immediately the fierce pull of the bond fades, replaced by a wave of guilt. His legs slip unnoticed from about my waist. There is a smear of blood on his chin, jarringly bright against the translucent fairness of his skin, and his eyes flicker with confusion and longing�and fear.
My heart clenches painfully as I lower my head in a feeble offering of comfort, my throat aching as I struggle to speak.
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~Elrohir~

His cheek brushes mine, a tender gesture left over from long ago, and I am startled by a trace of wetness against my skin. Pulling back, I stare aghast at the silvery tears trickling down his face. "You are afraid of me," he whispers raggedly, pain in every syllable. "Melin chen, 'Roh. Do not be afraid. I cannot bear it."
Desperate to ease the hurt swirling in his eyes, I brush kisses over his face, lapping away the salty wetness. "Nay, tôren, not of you. Of the lust, aye, and of the dawn. But not of you."
My own tears well in relief as he calms, returning my kisses with aching tenderness. The pull strengthens once more, but the mindless hunger is gone, replaced by a smoldering warmth that at once arouses and reassures. "The dawn will find us as it always has, rohir nín," he promises, his breath tickling my ear torturously. "I swear it."
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~Elladan~

The veil between us has grown gossamer thin. I can feel the heat of his need, of his desire, and it joins with my own, leaving me breathless and eager once more. My hand reaches for the oil as though of its own volition, and our eyes meet as the heady scent of sandalwood fills the air.
With trembling hands, I drizzle a thin stream of the sweet smelling liquid over my twitching length and Roh's fingers close around me, spreading the slippery fluid, drawing strange, feral sounds from my throat. I seize his wrist in warning, and he spreads his legs, knees raised in willing submission.
Swallowing with difficulty, I stare mesmerized at his offered entrance, still slightly stretched and abraded from Glorfindel's attentions. My own bottom is tender, and 'Roh was surely subjected to a more vigorous assault earlier. Uncertain, I meet his gaze.

'Roh, are you not�
A bit, but 'tis no matter.
You could�
Are you not sore?
Aye, but�
Then hush, tôren, and get on with it.

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~Elrohir~

I am both touched and exasperated by 'Dan's caution. 'Tis so like him to weigh the options, even now, caught in the irresistible tug of our bond. Focused on my affectionate amusement, I am taken completely by surprise when his mouth engulfs my swollen shaft, and I rise reflexively to my elbows. "Elladan!"

He chuckles around my hard flesh, and the vibrations leave me panting helplessly as his teasing voice echoes in my mind.

Like that, do you, tôr dithen?

He does not wait for an answer, and I fall back on the pillows, closing my eyes as his tongue firmly traces the pulsing vein underneath, then swirls around the weeping slit, the warm wetness nearly too much to bear. Elbereth! Good�so good�I need�
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~Elladan~

A tantalizing echo of his pleasure floods my senses, and my throbbing erection twitches painfully, begging for attention. Even the glide of the silk sheets over my skin is sweet agony, and as my oiled fingers carefully breach his body, his pleading whimpers- half pleasure, half pain- have me writhing against the bed, struggling to hold back the fierce climax that is building deep in my belly. I can wait no longer.
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~Elrohir~

I groan aloud as his weight settles over me once more, solid and comforting, and my legs wrap eagerly around his waist, urging him closer. This time there is no fear, and no hesitation. His hand slides between us, guiding the unfamiliar movement, and he sheathes himself in one steady push, drowning my pained gasps in a plundering kiss as his disjointed thoughts invade my head.

I am sorry, tôren �so sorry�hurt you�Melin chen�oh, gods�oh�yes�

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~Elladan~

The veil is torn, and his pain rushes through me- a red-hot burning and stretching that takes my breath- yet it is overlaid with my own pleasure, and I cannot stop until I am buried completely in him, our foreheads pressed together, his arousal trapped firmly between our trembling bodies.
His hand touches my cheek, gently, and I know the wonder in his face is reflected in my own.
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~Elrohir~

I am awash in sensation, in swirling thoughts and emotions. His pleasure becomes mine, and my pain eases and then evaporates as it flows freely between us.
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~Elladan~

Our thoughts flow unchecked, mingling and melding until�

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~Elrohir~

�'his' and 'mine' have no meaning. Entranced, we watch as a silvery shimmer envelops our bodies.
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~Elladan~

So warm�we have never felt so warm, so�
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�whole. I am whole. The sense of belonging, of completeness, brings tears to my eyes. I never knew�'tis unlike anything I have ever felt, yet it is familiar, an echo of a time before my begetting.
'Twas for this moment that I have yearned these last years- this coupling of bodies, this fusing of soul. I am content.
And yet, already the maelstrom of pleasure threatens. The aching sweetness of my joining- of being both master and mastered, hard and soft, sword and sheath- quickly becomes unbearable.
With a pained whimper I begin to move, slowly at first, reluctant to end it, and then faster, more urgently. I am caught up in the spiraling sensations, edging closer and closer to completion, until finally there is blinding light and flooding warmth, and the slow sundering of my soul.

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Elrohir woke to the sound of birdsong just as the first delicate streaks of pink began to color the sky. Wrapped snugly in his brother's arms, he drew a deep breath. "'Tis dawn, el nín," he whispered quietly, smiling as Elladan's embrace tightened around him.

And we are as we have always been.
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TBC�

Elvish Translations:

tôren - my brother

tôren einior - my elder brother

rohir nín - my knight

guren - my heart

faeren - my soul

Adar, Ada - Father, Dad

Naneth, Nana - Mother, Mom

tôr dithen - little brother

Melin chen - I love you

el nín - my star
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