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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The increasingly violent echoes of thunder intensified the amusement of the three elves who lay intertwined near the surging Bruinen river. The steady rainfall beat down on them like shards of glass and stung their bare skin, leaving little pink welts that quickly disappeared on their soft flesh. The mixture of intense pleasure and pain heightened their enjoyment of the foreplay, as teeth and nails dug and tore into their limbs and torsos. The storm insured their discrepancy and privacy, since no one else would likely be out in it.
"How far will you let me take this?" Elladan asked Legolas, eyes half lidded under the weight of his lust.
"Spare me not what you have done to any other!" Legolas demanded, eyes wild, reflecting the flashes of lightning that streaked across the sky.
Elladan nodded, and then he handed Elrohir the dagger. The wicked grin and sharp stare told Elrohir to do as his brother wanted, even as his numbing mind and rationale were screaming for him to stop, the younger twin felt himself give into the moment and his brother's sharp, piercing eyes. Turning from his brother, Elrohir dragged the sharp blade lightly across Legolas' chest, bemusedly recalling when Elladan had done that to him.
"Your eyes are so beautiful when you hurt, my brother." Those words echoed in Elrohir's mind when he looked into Legolas' stormy eyes, burning with pain and need. His heart shuddered as he saw not the element of affection within those depths, but he doubted he could turn away now, so he continued on with his brother's game.
With heavy hands that seemed to move of their own accord, Elrohir dragged the blade across Legolas' slick skin. The path of the blade left a faint scratch that dripped its crimson tears in streams that merged with the falling rain, which then slide down and across Legolas' heaving chest.
While his brother was dragging the blade across Legolas' chest, Elladan shoved a moist digit into Legolas' tight passage, immediately causing Legolas to flinch beneath the initial burning pain of the probing finger.
Legolas' pants grew heavier as he felt the finger pushing further into him, hurting him, but he wanted to be hurt and filled. He pushed his hips down, encouraging Elladan to fill him further. Elladan was happy to comply with the wishes of the sensuous one beneath him, and he withdrew his finger and added a second one. Legolas arched his back while biting his lower lip, wishing for Elladan to take him and fill him completely, and thus he missed Elrohir's longing gaze of love.
Elrohir had cast the knife aside, not wanting to use the whims of his brother with Legolas. He leaned closer to Legolas' flushed yet gorgeous face.
"Ah Legolas, if only..." Elrohir claimed his soft lips, not finishing the thought as those incredible lips made contact with his own. He sucked on the full lips while his fingers rubbed and pinched Legolas' nipples, causing them to instantly harden under his persistent touch.
Legolas parted his lips, allowing Elrohir to push his tongue through lips and teeth, deepening the kiss that he so desperately craved. He wrapped his arms around Elrohir, and he rubbed circular massages to Elrohir's broad muscular shoulders. He could sense the conflict that clung to Elrohir. The discord was evident everywhere in his body. It showed through Elrohir's tense muscles and limbs, and also within the kiss, where Legolas could distinctly taste the melancholy of bittersweet
desire and longing mixed within the honey like taste. It was in that moment, that Legolas' heart began to bleed for the youngest son of Elrond. He was so beautiful in his confusion and desire.
"Ai Elrohir, if only it had just been us, and we had not lost our hearts to those we should not love." Legolas thought. Letting go of his thoughts, he kissed harder, bringing their mouths into a more passionate unification.
Elladan continued to prepare Legolas as he watched his brother's wet black hair merge with the silver strands from Legolas.
"Just wait until it is just you and me, my lovely brother." Elladan whispered aloud, though his words were lost within the crack of a lightning bolt that lit the sky with its fire like arms.
A third finger was shoved inside Legolas, who instantly broke the kiss as he tried to accommodate the invasive feeling of being stretched and filled with three fingers. Elladan caught sight of his brother's eyes, smiling as he rubbed his fingers against Legolas' hidden knob, sending the lithe body into convulsions of ecstasy.
Elrohir turned from his brother's gaze, ignoring it as he licked, kissed, and bit down Legolas' body. His tongue tarried around a hardened nipple that tasted of rain and faint coppery blood, before he continued down the length of the soft yet strong body. He stopped above Legolas' weeping cock. The dewy head glistened with rain and pre-come. Elrohir captured it quickly, tacking it completely within his mouth, causing Legolas to moan aloud with the thunder and lightning that rocked the sky. Elrohir caressed up and down the shaft with his tongue, causing Legolas' member to swell even further.
A sharp slap to the back of his head caused Elrohir to almost chock. He stopped and withdrew his mouth from around Legolas' throbbing hard member to look into the face of his sneering brother. His black hair stuck to this damp skin, in tendrils that looked as rivers.
"I do not want him to come yet, my brother! Here, he is ready. You may take him now."
Elladan moved away from Legolas, who watched through heavy lidded eyes Elladan kneeled over his chest. His tongue flicked around his nipples, sucking, drawing them out painfully in his hot wet mouth. Elladan's tangled mass of dark wet hair bobbed before him, and Legolas groaned with the annoyance of the missing fingers and with the wait of completion.
Elrohir, whose erection throbbed with the sight and sounds that came from Legolas, looked into his dark green eyes, which seemed to be begging for completion. Legolas nodded at Elrohir, letting him know that he wanted him, needed him even, as he reached his arms out to him. He spread his thighs further apart, and Elrohir longed to claim him. With one quick movement, he pushed into Legolas' tight passage, and then captured his slick member, stroking him as he thrust in and out.
Elladan stopped kissing Legolas, so that he could watch his brother thrusting in and out of Legolas.
"The things I do to please you, my brother." Elladan sighed.
The strong distaste he felt towards Legolas was lessening, since he was playing the perfect pawn within his game. His eyes squinted beneath the sting of jealousy, before he tore his gaze away from his beloved brother to retrieve the discarded blade that Elrohir had cast aside. A pain stung his heart, but it soon faded and he then moved his mouth back to Legolas, capturing those full lips within another kiss.
Legolas couldn't believe the attention the beautiful twins were giving him. Elrohir was a very skilled lover who managed to make Legolas burst with pleasure, as he hit his nerve bundle over and over again. Those talented hands and constant brushes within him were bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He doubted that he could continue to take the glorious assault any longer, his senses were far too overwhelmed.
Elrohir's thrusts were growing more rapid, and he was starting to come undone within the tight heat. It wasn't long until his cock twitched before he erupted violently into Legolas' body.
Legolas, in turn, broke his kiss with Elladan, and he screamed his release into the thunderous storm, having been undone by Elrohir's orgasm. Elrohir, now spent, pulled his flaccid member from Legolas' body and laid his still erupting body onto the wet earth beside Legolas, who in turn, was panting hard as he rode the aftermaths of his own orgasm.
The dark clouds swirled and the thunder erupted in the sky just like his body and heart were. Legolas too, was similarly painting and gazed also into the sky, unable to move from the double assault of the talented twins.
Elladan, whose need had not been fulfilled, moved over to his brother, poised to seize this opportunistic moment before it faded beyond his grasp. Peach thin lips hovered near Elrohir's flushed and pointy ear.
"You would not deny me, would you, my beautiful brother? I have never in all my life seen such a wondrous sight than when you were thrusting in and out of Legolas. Allow me to show you the stars and set your body alive with passion and fire." His hot tongue licked along Elrohir's ear and down his wet warm neck, lapping the mingled drops of salty sweat with the rainwater that clung to his skin.
Elrohir's heart stopped. Hadn't he just informed Legolas that his brother's will was not to be denied? But then again, hadn't he so ardently defended his difference with that of his brother this very same morning? He tried his hardest to keep his mind from filling with lust as his mind raced in panic, even as his brother whirled his tongue around a nipple.
"Well, my brother? What say you?"
Elladan's lips were again at Elrohir's ear, his fingers rubbed the delicate tip, as his honey-coated words rang through Elrohir's ear. "Will you deny me the pleasure that I wish to give you, the love that I want to share with you, the passion that I feel for you? No one burns within my heart the way that you do, and now that I am so close to tasting that desire, my heart is actually on fire."
Elladan didn't allow time for Elrohir to answer, and he captured his brother's soft, swollen lips in a bruising, passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue through lips and teeth, until he was able to twirl his tongue around and along Elrohir's rather impassive yet responsive tongue. His right hand playfully grazed Elrohir's sensitive skin, tickling him along the sides of his ribs and spin.
A gasp escaped Elrohir's lips as he pulled away from the kiss when Elladan had made a slight cut to his skin. The crimson tear dropped slowly down his side, spilling with the rain onto the grassy banks of the Bruinen. Elladan pulled his brother closer, smothering his body with kisses and bites, caresses and cuts.
Legolas watched with curious eyes, too intrigued to mind the fact that he had fallen into the role now of only a voyeur in their play. The beautiful twins mirrored each other, but Legolas could sense their differences and their divergent feelings towards each other. His newly developed feelings for Elrohir made him deliberate on interceding between the two brothers or not. His cautious attitude and uncertainty towards the two, and especially Elladan, caused him to stand back and watch as the scene unfolded before him.
Unable to control his desire, Elladan pushed Elrohir's legs apart, then he rubbed his finger along the anal ring of his brother. Elladan's pleading and loving eyes, lashed heavily by the weight of his lust met the eyes of his brother, who nodded his permission and his dignity away. Elladan hastily pushed his finger in, uncontrollably eager to take his brother, a little afraid that Elrohir would change his mind before he could again make love to him.
"Far too many days have passed, my brother, since we have done this last."
A second finger entered alongside the first. Elladan stretched and reached for Elrohir's hidden knob, sending his brother's body in a wave of evident ecstasy. He pushed against it again, before removing those fingers, and then he added the last digit along with the other two to finish preparing his brother. Bringing his brother's feet atop his shoulders, he leaned forward and kissed his brother lovingly. Then he pushed his way in one quick slide into his brother, filling him completely.
Elladan set a rapid pace thrusting in and out all the while hitting Elrohir's sweet spot and stroking his brother in time with his thrusts. The pace was like that of a zealous sprint through the forest, arms cast back, hair blowing free in the comforting wind whilst knowing that all your dreams have indeed come true.
Elrohir's body screamed in heat and passion as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through him. He did as best he could to forget that the one who thrust in and of him was his no other than his brother, dulling the demons within his mind for the moment, as he tried to accept instead the wonderful orgasm that was mounting and growing in his body, setting his body ablaze. Finally, unable to take anymore, Elrohir spilled his seed in orgasm, screaming incomprehensible words into the still raging storm.
Elladan, feeling the inner muscles of his brother tighten in his orgasm, was also pulled over and his release burst into his brother. He collapsed atop his brother, completely spent and exhausted, satisfied beyond his belief, though tasting the stinging taste of his bittersweet emotions that seemed to reveal that this moment would never happen again. After he had caught his breath and settled his emotions somewhat, Elladan placed a rather chaste kiss to his brother's flushed cheeks, pulling himself out of his brother in a fluid motion.
Both were too tired to rise, but the rain hadn't in the least bit relented in its downpour. Knowing that they needed to head back to the house before dusk approached, Legolas helped the brothers rise and dress. They walked back to the house soaked and exhausted, each filled with a different spin of love and the emotions that accompany it.
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Glorfindel violently fell to the ground, barely managing to dodge another strike that was directed to his chest. Trying to retain his calm that countless battles had taught him, he prayed to the Valar that the fog would help hide his presence from the poor seeing orcs while he collected his courage and thoughts. He had sensed through the heavy fog that there were two orcs in which he would have to contend with. His side was aching from the deep cut, but his attention was on the safety of the injured sentry. He had to keep those two orcs away from Cinodon.
Glorfindel gathered his wits about him as he rose from the haven of the blanketing fog. It was better for the orcs to attack him than the severely injured Cinodon. He gripped his daggers as he readied himself for the attack, ignoring the stinging pain that shot up and down his side. Carefully and slowly he backed away from where the injured elf was, drawing the pair of orcs with him.
Normally, two orcs would be of little contest to Glorfindel, as he was a mighty and skilled warrior.
But the hindrance of the elements of the storm, complied with the serious injury he had received with that unexpected blow, would make this battle a great test of his skills.
The two orcs followed Glorfindel who continued his backwards walk. It wasn't much longer before the closer of the two orcs had lunged at Glorfindel. Despite his hindering injury, Glorfindel was able to block that onslaught of the orc with his left hand, while he drove the other dagger deeply into and across its neck. In a matter of moments that orc fell dead to the ground.
Exhaustion was sweeping through Glorfindel due to the loss of blood from his gapping side wound. He swayed dizzily on his feet, even as the other orc approached to attack. With all of his strength and focus, he prepared himself for the next orc. Glorfindel threw his left dagger into the side of the neck of the orc, as he dodged yet another swing that had been directed towards his chest. The orc growled with a piercing roar when his sharp and deadly dagger cut into its flesh. Not hesitating in the slightest, Glorfindel continued the offensive as he drove the partner dagger into the orc's chest. His attack had been precise and accurate and Glorfindel stood over the now dead orc.
Intense pain shot through his side as he reached over to collect his weapons. The thunder and lightning were dying away, and the rain relented in its downpour. Glorfindel scanned that area for any more signs of the enemy, but in the still dense fog, his eyes made out nothing. Cautiously he returned back to the area in which the injured sentry was laying. Glorfindel once again checked the unconscious elf only to discover that Cinodon had died during his battle against the orcs.
Intense sadness filled Glorfindel, who silently mourned his fallen comrade. The added pain to his already wounded heart caused his physical wound to become even graver. He was losing blood at an alarming rate, and he had already lost a considerable amount during the course of this battle. He clutched and applied pressure to his wound, as he tried his best to stop the bleeding. Vertigo was completely overtaking him, and he collapsed onto the forest floor.
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Elrond continued kissing Erestor while the two sat on the large bed in the centre of Elrond's bedchamber. Eager, hungry hands caressed Erestor, while his own hands remained uncharacteristically idle on the bed, not responsive to those touches, not wanting to respond and move despite what his mind told his limbs to do. Erestor hardly felt the touches and kisses that Elrond continually bestowed on him, for his mind and body had been numbed with his despair and with the aid of the alcohol.
A violent flash of lightning followed closely by a deafening roll of thunder brought Erestor back into reality. He allowed himself to kiss and caress Elrond, finally able to control his movement instead of being locked within his inner conflicts. While his arms wound about Elrond, his fingers kneading into the soft material that made Elrond's outer robes. Erestor began to wonder what it would feel like if it were Glorfindel instead of Elrond who was kissing and embracing him.
Elrond was a warrior in his own right, but did not compare with Glorfindel at all. Glorfindel had powerful strong arms, and Erestor desired to be held within those arms, to fell their strength and gentleness at the same time. If only he had reacted differently that night! Inescapable and utter sorrow overwhelmed Erestor as he broke away from Elrond's embrace.
"I am so sorry Elrond." Was all that Erestor could say as he ran from Elrond, cursing his foolishness repeatedly.
Elrond loudly exhaled after Erestor had vanished from his bedchamber. He was rather disappointed that he was unable to help his friend during this trying time, and slightly frowned to himself at the realization that he could have only complicated matters more so than helping.
"Elrond, you old fool." He sighed and walked back into his setting room where he put the wine and glasses away. The fire had died down, leaving only burning embers in the hearth that glowed in ash. Pulling his robes around him, Elrond stoked the fire before sitting down on the divan to sit the evening away in silent contemplation.
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Back in the comforts of his own chambers, Erestor allowed himself to collapse onto his bed. The soft amber silks and satins of his comforter drew him in, even as the soft mattress engulfed his body. He knew that Elrond would forgive him of his sudden departure, since he was as patient as he was wise. He also figured that Elrond would give him more personal space that he desperately needed at this moment. He needed this time to sort through his feelings and to formulate what actions he could take going forward.
Outside, the storm was dying down, but Erestor still felt worry for Glorfindel's safety. He personally hated to be out when the weather was as terrible as it was today. He liked gentle thunderstorms where he could watch in awe the beauty and fury of nature, but the storm that was now dying down had been violent with its thunderous eruptions, and it brought a sense of foreboding to him.
Even now, the storm called out to him to crawl from beneath his soft and warm blankets, and stand shivering on the balcony to watch as the final of its muster sporadically manifested within the dark and grey sky. No one should have been out in that storm, and yet Glorfindel had been out there exposed to the elements of the storm, far away from the comforts of the safe refuge of Imladris, where he still remained. Erestor hated to think that Glorfindel was out there, so far away and exposed to dangerous elements. But yet he was, driven away by his own stubborn actions, no less.
Unable to deny the fading call of the storm, Erestor walked to his balcony where he opened the doors and stepped outside. The rain had ceased in its downpour, but the dark rolling clouds lingered still and obscured Anor, leaving the sky in slate greys instead of bright blues. Erestor once again found himself looking out past the pine trees, waterfalls and valley of Imladris to the west where Glorfindel and the sentries were patrolling. He was relieved to see that the sky to the west was clear and light behind the fading storm that growled in its flight away from the valley where Imladris lay. Somewhere in that distance was the one whom held his heart. Somehow, he implored, he was going to have to find the strength and courage to act on his feelings towards Glorfindel.
Having been chilled, and distraught, Erestor turned from his balcony and he went back into his rooms. Despite the early hour, he changed from his formal robes into his sleeping gown, too weary and burdened to face what little of the day remained. Again, he laid himself down onto his bed where his soft and warm blankets acted as a barrier to the outside world.
Even though the once raging storm seemed ages away, his own storm within his mind continued on, fervently as ever since his love for Glorfindel had begun. He knew deep within that it wasn't the attraction that caused so much torment, but instead it was his own inner conflicts, fears, and memories that consumed him. He would have to find away to overcome these things, even though he would rather leave them buried deep within his heart.
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Glorfindel forcibly made himself focus on nearby objects around him. It was imperative to his survival to not lose consciousness, but with the way that his focus undulated from subdued colors to greys of haziness, Glorfindel knew that he would soon lose this battle to stay alert. The storm
had ended and the thick fog was subsiding, but Glorfindel's hope had abandoned him. He knew that his sentries would have little chance on finding him quickly, and he could already feel the Halls of Mandos calling to him, as that familiar cold from the Halls crept into his body.
His last death had been instant. He had fallen from a cliff to his death after defeting that Balrog. It felt strange to him to feel his very life source and energy slowly drain from his body, leaving him with nothing but numbness and in coldness. His blue eyes did their best as they tried to bring into focus the pine trees in which the fog still clung around, but as the forms blurred and merged, Glorfindel knew that his waking state would soon end.
He focused his attention now not on sight, but instead he strained to hear any sounds of his sentries. But the sporadic booming of the thunder and the raindrops that fell from the pine needles dulled any sound that was beyond his immediate area. In a desperate attempt, Glorfindel tried to call out for aid, but his voice was silent as his strength was gone.
"So, this is it then. It is all over. This will have to be the solution to my problem with Erestor." His last coherent thoughts formed when he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Hours had passed since Glorfindel had fallen into an unconscious state, until finally the moon was already fading in the night sky when the sentries came upon him and the dead Cinodon. They had seen the slain orcs not far from where the two elves lay, and had immediately known that Glorfindel was near. They hadn't imagined that they would find Glorfindel, their captain, lying unconscious in a pool of blood, nor the young Cinodon, deadly pale under the lantern light in his eternal sleep.
Hurriedly, but carefully, they lifted the severely injured Glorfindel, and wrapped his wound tight with a green cloak. They didn't have time to build a litter, for if Glorfindel was to survive, his immediate transport was required. Unwillingly and with little choice, they lifted their captain over the side of his horse while they instructed the beast to tread gently but swiftly in its travel back to Imladris.
Cinodon's body had been wrapped completely within two cloaks and was similarly laid across the back of another horse.
With hearts heavy under the weight of their grief and worry, the sentries made their way back to the Last Homely House in Imladris.
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