Tale of Two Brothers

Title: Tale of Two Brothers, Chapter 8, Bonds
Author: Larien Elengasse
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien.
Special Warnings: This story contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content, and incest. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glodel/del/Erestor
Archive: Elves and Men, all others please ask
Spoilers: None
Summary: Glorfindel relents and surrenders, the Twins form a bond


He had the day off from his duties, and had not slept so late in nearly an age. He was hemmed in from both sides, Elladan lay on his left, curled against him with one hand resting on his lower abdomen, his fingers absently played in the soft hair that grew just above his arousal, slowly stroking it and swirling it about his fingers. He could hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing and feel his soft warm breath on his ear. Elrohir lay on his right, partially on his stomach; his face nestled in the crook of his shoulder and his arm slung over his chest. They were both so warm and soft, sleeping peacefully next to him. Throughout the night he had heard one or both of them whisper softly to him as they shifted in their sleep, bestowing gentle kisses and caresses to him in their dream state. He wanted to gather both of them in his arms and hold them tight,wantwanted to tell them how much he loved them, tell them how much he needed them. This last thought caused a brief jolt of fear to course through his body; he had never needed anyone before, not like he had come to need them. He suddenly felt so helpless, his heart and his soul had been laid bare to them, and he had no more defenses to put up. They felt how much he loved them, and he feared that they felt how much he needed them as well. He was theirs to do with as they would, and he hoped they would not discard him when they grew tired of him, and he was convinced they would.

He turned his head and placed a soft kiss on the top of Elrohir's head, he then turned and looked at Elladan. The Elf's face was turned up to his, his eyes were slightly open and clouded with sleep, his lips were parted and occasionally his tongue would dart out and wet them. He sighed and snuggled his head against the Eldar's shoulder and Glorfindel stared at him. Elladan was an enigma to him; he knew Elrohir well enough as they had shared their bodies and a bed for the better partan aan age, but Elladan, he was always a curiosity.

Soon after the twins reached their majority, Elladan's studies turned more toward history and lore. Elladan was a scholar; he spent his time under Erestor's tutelage learning Elven and Human lore, and diplomacy, preparing to succeed his father as the Lord of Imladris. It turned out that lore and diwerewerewere not the only things he learned from the Chief Counselor. Elladan was a subtle and highly skilled lover, a true master of his craft; his skill rivaled many that were twice his age; he had been trained well. Early on, the differences between the brothers had surfaced; Elrohir had preferred to spend his time tagging along with Glorfindel and caring for the horses in the stable until he was old enough to train for combat, while Elladan spent his time in the library and in tor\tor's office.

Glorfindel understood Elrohir; they were alike, kindred spirits in a way. So when he confronted Elladan and took him in his bed, he finally understood why Elrohir could not be without him, why Elrohir had only done the inevitable and fallen in love with his brother. He tilted his head down and brushed his lips along Elladan's forehead; he closed his eyes and reveled in the soft sigh and sweet breath that issued from full lips that he craved as much as he craved Elrohir's. He whispered very quietly, "Lle naa vanima, Elladan", and he felt the Elf's fingers slowly stroke the hair that grew around the base of his arousal and he responded to his practiced touch. He looked down to see Elrohir's hand move from his chest to Elladan's arm, and felt him stir against him. They were both so beautiful and so sensual; the strong and proud sons of Elrond, and they chose to love him. Elladan moaned softly and Glorfindel came back from his daydream to see Elladan's sparkling gray eyes gazing up into his. His full lips curved up into a smile and he whispered, "Lle naa vanima, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel smiled at him and whispered, "You are awake, I thought you were asleep."

Elladan smiled, "Only half asleep, malthen maethor. I was dreaming of you, and then I awake in your arms; I am glad my dream was not just a dream." He stretched up and softly pressed his lips to Glodel\del's, gently brushing against them and softly tracing them with tongue. Glorfindel softly sighed and quietly moaned into the kiss, pulling him tighter to him.

Elrohir yawned and lifted his head, watching the two of them kiss. He ran his hand down Elladan's arm and snuggled closer to Glorfindel, slowly rubbing his thigh up and down the warrior's leg. "I want to watch you." he whispered into the Eldarear.ear.

Glorfindel broke from the kiss and looked at Elrohir, who rose up and also pressed a kiss to his lips, sliding his tongue inside the warrior's mouth and caressing his tongue with his own. Glorfindel's hand ran up into Elrohir's hair and he felt the warm, smooth skin of the inside of his thigh rub against his rising arousal. As Elrohir pulled back from the kiss, he smiled and whispered again, "I want to watch you make love to Elladan. Will you let me?"

He looked into his darkening gray eyes, \ouldould not refuse you anything, meleth nín."

Elrohir reclined by the Eldar's side and stretched out beside him as Elladan rolled over on top of him. Elladan caressed his face, placing soft kisses on his eyelids and cheeks, whispering lovingly, "Amin mela le…"

Glorfindel closed his eyes and immersed himself in his lover, listening to his soft, deep voice float about his head, feeling his warm lips caress his face and his silken hair brush his cheeks and shoulders. "Amin le, le, Elladan, so much, too much." he whispered in return.

Elladan sat up and stared down into the deepening blue eyes of his beloved warrior, "Never, never too much. We could never love each other too much, none of us could do that." He kissed him gently, "We will always love you, Glorfindel, we will never leave you, never."

"Never…" Elrohir whispered in his ear.

Glorfindel caressed Elladan's back as his lover pressed against him, slowly undulating against him, and quietly moaning in his ear. He slid his hands down the curve of his lower back, resting them on his buttocks and gently kneading them, as Elladan slid his arousal against the warrior's, feeling its silken length caress his own. Glorfindel drew a ragged breath as his lover rocked into him, softly moaning and caressing him. Elladan straddled the warrior and sat up, rocking his hips forward and back, staring down at him as he ran his hands up and down his own stomach.

Elrohir leaned in and whispered, "He his beautiful, is he not? You are beautiful together, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel turned his head and looked at his long time love and whispered breathlessly, "Yes, he is beautiful, as beautiful as you, meleth nín."

"When you look at him, do you see me?" Elrohir asked.

"No, I see Elladan, you and he are not the same, but you are equally beautiful." He turned his eyes back to Elladan who had closed his eyes. His head rolled gently from side to side, in time with the rhythm of his hips; his full lips were parted and he sighed and softly moaned. His taut stomach muscles rippled with each movement, his long, elegant thigh muscles tightened and relaxed. Glorfindel reached up and placed his hand over Elladan's heart and his lover captured it, clasping it to his chest. He could feel its slow, steady rhythm begin to increase as small moans and whimpers began to emanate from his beautiful mouth.

Elladan whispered, "I want you inside me, melethron, I want to feel you fill me." Elrohir held the small vial of oil they had used the night before; he coated Glorfindel's fingers in it and guided his hand to his brother's entrance. Elladan leaned forward, his lips hovering over Glorfindel's, he breathed softly against the warrior's mouth as he whispered a litany of erotic words to him. He thrust his own arousal into Glorfindel's more vigorously, wrapping his hand around both of them, alternating between rocking backward onto his fingers and thrusting forward against his arousal. Glorfindel reached up with his free hand and pulled Elladan's mouth down to his, tasting him, exploring its deepest recesses. Elrohir drizzled the oil over Elladan's hand and watched him coat the warrior’s arousal. Glorfindel thrust into the warm, slick, tightness of Elladan's hand, gently nibbling at his neck and his ear. Elladan groaned as the warrior stroked deep inside him, whimpering as the Eldar hit his mark repeatedly. Finally he rose to his knees, and lowered himself upon Glorfindel, throwing his head back and groaning as he took his length inside him. Elrohir watched his brother rise and fall, over and over, leaning back and resting his weight on one hand as he thrust his hips up and lowered himself back down.

Glorfindel took Elladan in his hand and stroked him in time with his motion, his lover's moans and cries grew more urgent as he neared climax, and when he spilt himself over the warrior's hand he arched his back and cried out Glorfindel's name. The sudden, intense constriction of the already tight warmth he was buried in caused him to release inside Elladan as he arched his back and thrust up into his tight heat one final time.

Elrohir dipped his mouth to the warrior's belly and hand cleaning both him and Elladan, while they panted against one another. Elladan felt Glorfindel's length begin to slip from him as it returned to its resting shape and size and he squeezed tight around him, sinking further down into him in an attempt to keep him inside; causing ash ssh set of tremors to wrack the warrior's body as he softly moaned in response.

Elladan finally relented and lifted off the warrior as his length slipped from him. He pulled Elrohir to lie back upon Glorfindel, and took him in his mouth, bringing him release from his unfulfilled desire.

Glorfindel was sitting back against the head of the bed with Elrohir lying between his legs. He was gently caressing his chest and whispering loving words to him as Elladan lay between his brother's legs with his head resting upon Elrohir's stomach. Glorfindel caressed the back of his head, trailing his fingers through his hair.

He chuckled quietly, "What a threesome we make, how did we ever end up like this?"

Elladan smiled, "How is not important, only that we are here, and we have each other."

Elrohir smiled sleepily, "Yes, you are both mine, and I belong to both of you. I have never felt so complete or been so happy. Thank you, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel kissed each of their heads, "My Peredhils. What would I do without you?"

Elladan laughed softly, "Our Balrog Slayer, you will never need to find out."

Elrohir looked up at findfindel, "We love you, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel kissed each of them, "I love both of you. It is I who am the lucky one. Now, sleep, let us take advantage of this quiet time together before your father comes looking for you."

Elrohir and Elladan grew quiet; the mention of their father brought a sobering reality to the moment of perfect bliss. If their father were to learn of this, it would be very painful for him, they truly believed he would never understand. As if he could read their thoughts, Glorfindel reassuringly caressed them, "We have to be careful, my loves. If we are careful no one will be the wiser, and we can all go on as we are."

Elrohir hesitatingly asked, "What about Erestor? Certainly he has figured out what we are doing."

Elladan lifted his head and looked at Elrohir, "He would never betray us, Elrohir. I know him, he would never say a word."

Glorfindel agreed, "I agree, Erestor does not want to see anyone hurt by this."

Elrohir looked up at him, "But he has been hurt by this. He has lost you as a result of this."

Glorfindel brushed a stray wisp of hair from his eye, "Aye, he has been hurt, and the fault for that is mine. But, he bears no grudge, I agree with Elladan; we can trust him with this. He would never do anything to hurt the two of you, he loves you both, very much."

Elladan smiled and yawned, "Yes, Erestor has always been a true friend. Do not worry, gwador, our secret is safe with him."

Elrohir smiled and kissed his brother, and Glorfindel pulled them close as he pulled the covers up around them. "Sleep my lovelies, we have to attend dinner later and pretend we have not spent the better part of the day in each other's arms."

The twins curled up against Glorfindel and drifted into reverie.


To be continued…

Sindarin:

malthen maethor = Golden warrior
meleth nín = My Love
Amin mela le = I love you

Quenya:

Lle naa vanima = You are beautiful