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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
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~Afterthoughts~

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~Elrohir~
We dress in silence, my brother-lover and I, each lost in private musings.
My abused backside protests as I reach for my boots, and my wince of discomfort is not lost on �Dan, who grins weakly, looking distinctly culpable.

You are sore, t�ren.
Aye, a bit, el n�n. But �tis no matter. I am well paid for my pain.
Melin chen, �Roh. I could help you with the salve.
Melin chen, �Dan. But I managed the salve already . . .
�And I have done enough,� he chuckles, wrapping both arms around me snugly, his nose buried in my unbound hair. A delicious warmth envelops me at the touch of his skin, and the beloved scent of him rolls over me as never before.
There is a sense of peace, of belonging, that I have never known outside our joining. I feel him- sense his mood, his thoughts- more clearly than ever. And I am humbled by the depth of his love for me.
The blazing anger and jealously of last eve seem foolish indeed in the clear light of this morn. How wrong I was to fear that another could come between us, could take him from me. There is no �between us�. We are one faer, one entity, the meaningless space between our physical forms bridged by our unbreakable bond.
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~Elladan~
I hold him tightly, my guilt washed away by the fierce warmth of his love. Never before has he been so open to me- his thoughts, his emotions nearly as my own. This is what it means to be truly bound- our birth-bond sealed by conscious choice. He is mine forever, as I am his. There is naught that can sunder us. No lover, no amount of anger . . . no choice.
My elation is dampened suddenly by thoughts of Ada, and his twin. Our mortal uncle, who died so long before our birth. That they were once lovers seems certain. But what of their bond? Did it remain somehow unsealed, or was it broken . . . and by what force? And how has Ada survived, if they were as we have become?
Let it be, melethen. Do not darken today with thoughts of choices long made.
My arms tighten around him, and I inhale deeply, his familiar scent at once comforting and arousing.
I cannot lose you, rohir n�n.
Nor I you, t�ren.
I pull away slightly to meet his clear grey eyes, reassured by the promise glowing there. Shaking off the last traces of sadness, I press a fleeting kiss to his lips and step back reluctantly. ��Tis long past the final chimes for breakfast. If we are going, we had best make haste.�
�Roh reaches for brush and beads, quickly weaving my hair into a single thick braid. A satisfied grin flits across his face as he turns expectantly, and I raise an eyebrow in question, but he merely shakes his head, handing me the brush.
His hair is like silk in my hands, heavy and flowing, and the mithril beads gleam like stars against the ebony strands. Tying off the finished plait, I glance in the mirror before us, and the reason for my brother�s smirking smile becomes clear. Fading bruises march down the side of my throat, and �Roh�s translucent skin bears a glowing rosy-purple stain, the imprint of my teeth still clear at its edges.
It is quite clear how we have spent our night. Touching the tender skin gently, I meet his sparkling gaze. �Mayhap side braids would have served us better.�
�Nay, �Dan,� he replies, a trace of laughter in his voice. �Let them look. There is but one thing lacking.�
Before I can respond, his mouth is on my throat, hot and wet, and I can do little but cling to the strong arms that support me as his teeth press hard into my neck. I feel the blood pool underneath my skin, and answering flickers of heat begin to curl in my groin before he pulls away, his breathing rapid and uneven.
Now we are ready for breakfast, t�ren.
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~Glorfindel~
I ease into my chair at the table, my body protesting not only the time spent with the gwan�n, but Erestor�s determined reclaiming of his property, as well. My baleful gaze is met by an amused snort, and a soothing voice echoes in my mind.
Never mind, melethen. I will make it up to you. Tonight.
His indigo eyes are aglow, both affection and relief swirling in their depths. He, too, is glad to have last night behind us. My discomfort and ill humor fade before the warmth of his love, his acceptance, and I break into an answering smile just as Elladan and Elrohir enter the hall.
The gwan�n are quite late, whether by design or accident, and few remain at the tables. Those who have lingered attempt to appear nonchalant, and fail utterly. The usual cheery greetings are stilted, the gazes frantic as the gathered elves try to avoid focusing on what is surely the most striking sight in the chamber: the nearly fluorescent lover�s marks that adorn both pale throats.
That they are not my marks is certain. The imprints are far too deep, the colors too vivid. �Adan, in particular, looks as though blood might flow from beneath the translucent skin of his neck at any moment. They greet me, as always, with a quick clasp of my shoulder, and I surrender the last of my uncertainty with a thankful sigh. It seems that nothing has changed.
As the gwan�n move to greet Erestor, I risk a glance at Elrond. Surely the sight of his sons, their bond so obviously consummated, holds pain for him, as well as joy. His face is a calm mask, but his twilight eyes are suspiciously bright, and he returns my concerned look with a sad smile.
My attention turns back to the others, Elladan�s quiet �Hannon chen� reaching my ears, too, though it was meant for my mate. Erestor returns the offered embrace warmly, then leans toward �Rohir�s beckoning hand, dropping his head to better catch the whispered words.
A hiss of ��Roh!� slices through the air, and �Adan turns a reproachful gaze on his smirking sibling.

My lover�s face is scarlet-hued, his expression an odd mix of horror and amusement. Elrohir pats Erestor on the shoulder with a grin, then turns his attention to greeting Elrond. Meeting my bonded�s bemused gaze, I probe tentatively.
What did he say, �Restor?
'Tis best not repeated, melethen. He asked a question, that is all.
A question? That caused you to color so?
Sighing in resignation, Erestor nods slightly.
Aye. He asked how I manage to walk.
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~Elrond~
It is done. As my sons walk into the hall, innocents no longer, I immediately sense the change in them, in their bond. I realize, as few do, the true meaning of those blatant marks of possession that they wear so openly.
Tears sting my eyes as I watch them greet Glorfindel and Erestor. �Tis a bittersweet triumph for me. I have guarded the gwan�n since birth, carefully fostering the deepening of their attachment. Encouraging their dependence, protecting them from those who would look askance . . . teaching them to treasure their bond as the sacred gift that it is . . . and yet . . .
They are no longer mine. Never again will �Adan turn first to me for advice and comfort, nor �Rohir seek my aid in calming his brother�s ire at a joke gone awry. No longer . . .
Elrohir breaks into my sober thoughts with an exuberant embrace, his eyes dancing with mirth- apparently at Erestor�s expense, if my chief advisor�s vivid blush is any indication. �Tis impossible to remain solemn when �Rohir grins, and I smile in spite of myself as I squeeze him tightly.
He is like quicksilver, my younger son- his moods mercurial, his decisions often rash. He loves and hates with the same reckless abandon. There is much of Elros in him, and that realization has oft chilled me, darkening my dreams and haunting my waking thoughts. I will not surrender my son- my sons- without a struggle.
Elrohir steps back to make room for his brother, and suddenly silver-grey eyes are searching my face intently, seeing too much, understanding things best left alone. �Melin chen, Ada,� Elladan whispers, embracing me fiercely, and for one final moment he is simply my eldest- my heir, my hope . . . the one who is like me. Then he is back at �Rohir�s side.
And that is as it should be.
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Elvish Translations:
t�ren - my brother

el n�n - my star

Melin chen - I love you

faer - soul, spirit

Ada - Dad

melethen - my love

rohir n�n - my knight

gwan�n - twins

Hannon chen - Thank you
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The Early Years: For the Sake of Friendship

~Afterthoughts~