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Chapter VIII

For a fortnight, Elladan’s anger held him in thrall. Elrohir could only look on in helpless unease while his brother allowed his resentment to consume him. And fervently prayed that word of it would never reach Rivendell.

Then Elladan awakened one fine morning, his rage dampened and both calm and reason restored. He turned in his bed and laid his eyes on the Elf who had shared it with him. An Elf who was not Glorfindel. Suddenly, bile rose in his throat as the enormity of what had transpired struck him in full.

He barely managed to make it to Elrohir’s room before emptying his belly into the chamber pot his brother hurriedly snatched up and held up for him. Elrohir hugged him close afterwards while he shuddered wretchedly, grateful that his twin had finally come back to his senses, fearful that the consequences would be too daunting for him to endure.

The Elf-knight took care of sending a bewildered and understandably aggrieved Rúmil back to the northern fences with a stern warning not to speak to his fellow guards of his liaison with the older twin. Not that it would do much good, Elrohir knew. Caras Galadon had been abuzz about the affair for the two weeks it had lasted. Elrohir had no doubt that by now the border-wardens already knew of it and in great detail.

Elladan cloistered himself that day, allowing none but his twin to come into his presence. The following morning, he emerged from his seclusion and went about the ordering of the forest realm as he had been charged. So calm and collected was he that the Galadhrim thought him unflustered by all the gossip and speculation. But Elrohir knew better. Knew that his twin was sickened to his very core.

The Elf-warrior spent each night steeped in near sleepless remorse. Elrohir had been right. He who had derided another’s faithlessness had himself been faithless. Had lowered himself to baseness and thus besmirched his own honor. It was something he would have to live with, this knowledge that he had betrayed his oath of fidelity and thereby proven himself as capable of sordid behavior as any fickle-hearted creature.

By the time word came from scouts in the north that their Lord and Lady were finally returning, he was desperate to quit the Golden Wood and hopefully leave behind all memory of his error as well. He dispatched a well-armed troop to meet them, mindful of the perils that afflicted the north but also anxious to get them back safely and soonest that he and Elrohir might at last depart.

The brethren were relieved when their grandparents showed no sign of any knowledge of Elladan’s indiscretion. They were not sanguine that either would remain ignorant of it for long – failing the efficacy of the city grapevine in spreading news faster than wildfire, there was always their grandam’s mirror to enlighten her as to the goings on in the Golden Wood. Elladan did not particularly care so long as he was long gone by then. He did not think he would be able to endure their censure on top of his own unrelenting guilt.

They did not stay long after Celeborn and Galadriel’s return but left Lothlórien as soon as they decently could.

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Their arrival in Imladris little more than a month later was greeted with much relief and joy. Elrond made no secret of his desire for them to forego their questing and return to their lives previous to their mother’s leave-taking. Arwen was even more vocal about it and Elrohir at length clapped his hand over her mouth in a desperate bid to shush her. But it was his grumbled remark about what Aragorn would have made of her had he been around to hear her now that effectively reduced her to blushing silence. Elrond did not know whether to be amused or troubled by his daughter’s reaction.

Elladan looked about the courtyard, noting that most of the household had come out to welcome them. It was always thus when they came home for a visit. But there was something missing. Someone.

He sighed, wondering where Glorfindel had taken himself off to. But he did not ask about the captain’s whereabouts. A part of him was relieved that he did not have to face him just yet. Not while he still grappled with feelings of guilt and regret.

The twins headed for their chambers, eager for a long, hot soak to wash off the grime of long travel and ease the faint soreness from their muscles, an unfortunate consequence of their Half-elven heritage. Indeed, it was with much gratitude that Elladan felt the warm water sooth his tired frame though he wondered if his lassitude had more to do with his low spirits than true physical weariness.

Afterwards, he toweled himself dry and slipped into a sleeping shirt and trousers. A corner of his mouth quirked in some humor. It had been long since he’d last worn bed clothing with the intention of actually sleeping in them. He stepped out of the bathing chamber, running his fingers through his damp hair.

“Welcome home, pen neth.”—young one.

Elladan caught his breath in some shock when he laid eyes upon the tall Elf who stood by his window, his tresses gleaming with fiery light as the lowering sun cast a veritable palette of titian hues upon all that its rays touched. He was simply attired in a thin snowy shirt and long pale grey breeches. Barefooted, his shirt left unfastened and his golden hair streaming loose down his back, he presented a picture that could undo any Elf.

“I – where – where were you, Glorfindel?” Elladan half stammered, so surprised was he by the Noldo’s unexpected presence in his room. And so resplendent a presence at that.

Glorfindel shrugged as he slowly approached the twin. “A captain’s work is never done,” he lightly replied. “And you? I trust you did not run into trouble after we parted?”

Elladan could not help the sudden flush that burned his cheeks. “Why do you say that?” he said without thinking.

Again the captain shrugged. “You and your brother seek trouble when you ride away,” he pointed out. “It stands to reason that you will most likely find it if you look hard enough.”

“Ah, but of course…” Elladan faltered as strong hands grasped his shoulders and kneaded them with just the right amount of pressure to elicit a pleasurable frisson in his limbs. Elbereth, but Glorfindel knew just how to unravel him with a simple look or touch. Or kiss.

He was summarily pulled into a scorching embrace followed by an invasion of his mouth of such scalding intensity that he found himself gasping for breath as he had not since his long ago adolescence. Had Glorfindel ever kissed him like that before? He could not be certain. He could not think straight to be sure of anything but that his knees would give way soon and he would fall if Glorfindel did not keep his hold on him.

But the captain did not release him and only pulled him even closer until Elladan felt as if he were being swallowed whole. He was no timid innocent but Glorfindel’s near brutal ministrations left him breathless with hunger and elation. It was rare for the captain to evince such possessiveness with him but when he did it always set Elladan’s heart and spirit soaring. Now was no exception and he wrapped his arms as tightly around his lover, eagerly returning each and every kiss and caress, sliding his hands under the captain’s shirt to feel the smooth flesh and sleek muscles of his back.

That seemed to unleash something within Glorfindel for he suddenly hauled Elladan’s shirt from his shoulders and down his arms, uncaring of rending fabric and popping clasps. Inflamed by such an effusive show of lust, the twin reached down and hurriedly loosened the captain’s breech laces. That in turn incited Glorfindel to turn him about and walk him backward to the bed without ever parting their lips. Only when Elladan’s legs nudged the edge of the bed did he let him go. Elladan gasped as he was tumbled onto the waiting mattress, Glorfindel yanking his trousers down as he did.

He watched in a daze while the captain swiftly stripped off his clothing. Hardly had Glorfindel cast them to one side when he joined the twin, pinning him down with his body. And virtually ravished him though Elladan was far from an unwilling victim.

The next several minutes proved a blur of sensation and imagery for Elladan. Of the breathtaking pillaging of his mouth. And the lusty sweep of tongue and sharp nip of teeth on his throat and shoulders. The befuddling and inordinately lengthy suckle of his nipples. And the blissful grind of hips and slide of hardened lengths against each other. Culminating in being sucked within an inch of his life and milked of every drop of his seed, leaving him so spent he did not have the strength to protest further onslaughts. Which is probably what Glorfindel intended.

He did not wait for Elladan to recover but took him swiftly and peremptorily, barely giving his lover time to adjust to his breaching before he began to drive into him.

“Ah, Elbereth!” Elladan gasped, the dual sensations of mild pain and fierce pleasure making it difficult for him to think much less speak coherently. “Have a care, Glorfindel! I—”

Glorfindel sealed their lips together, cutting him off. Elladan groaned into Glorfindel’s mouth as the captain sank deeply into him with every plunge of his shaft. He grasped Glorfindel’s arms, bracing himself against the bruising thrusts. The discomfort faded whilst the rapture spiraled.

Glorfindel drew back slightly, his eyes never leaving Elladan’s face. The twin caught his breath at the intense glitter in the depths of the ocean-hued pools. He vaguely thought that it almost seemed as if Glorfindel was committing his features to memory. For the captain’s gaze lingered long on every one of them. And then there was no more room for thought, lucid or not, when Glorfindel reached between them to grip Elladan’s turgid shaft and stroke it to release.

With a muffled cry, Elladan found completion, his body wracked by tremors, powerless against the surge of ecstasy. He heard his name tightly whispered just before he was pierced one last time and he felt the flow of liquid warmth within. Glorfindel dropped his head into the crook of his neck for a few moments and naught but their shallow breathing broke the silence.

Elladan held him close, marveling at the intensity of what they had just shared. A faint shiver of shame unsettled him as he wondered how he could ever have thought any other capable of assuaging his relentless need for his glorious lover. Or that the soiling of his promise could even begin to lessen his sense of betrayal and frustration.

At length, Glorfindel raised his head. Elladan closed his eyes as he felt the other’s gaze alight on his face again. There was something about the captain’s concentrated stare that unnerved him. He expelled a shaky breath when he felt Glorfindel’s fingers slide along his jaw and up his cheek to cup the side of his face in his warm palm.

“Elladan, look at me.”

The whispered command could not be ignored and the twin obeyed. He found himself staring into intently searching eyes. Eyes that seemed overly bright with some gutting emotion. But before he could ask Glorfindel what it was he sought, the captain rolled off him, lay back and quietly stared at the coffered ceiling. Elladan regarded him curiously for a while then snaked an arm around him and rested his head on his lover’s shoulder. He would question Glorfindel later. For now, he would enjoy the aftermath of their edacious coupling. Contentment seeped into every corner of his mind and he sighed with the felicity of it.

“I have not felt so sated in many years,” he murmured.

“Why?” Glorfindel inquired with deceptive gentleness. “Did the fair Rúmil not see to your every need? Was his girth not enough to fill you to bursting?”

Elladan went utterly still in shock for several heartbeats before he jerked his head up to stare at Glorfindel. The captain’s eyes were as glacial as the floes that littered the Bay of Forochel. He abruptly withdrew from Elladan’s arms and slipped out of the bed. Without a word, he began to draw on his clothing.

Elladan tried to speak but found he could not utter a word. Foremost in his mind was the question of how Glorfindel had uncovered his indiscretion when his grandparents had not. He did not count on Glorfindel guessing his thoughts and accurately so.

“Some of my warriors escorted your grandparents until their guards came to meet them,” he hissed as he angrily laced his breeches. “There are some matters that the common folk will not speak of before their masters but will freely divulge amongst their fellows. And the Geledhil had much to crow about to my men. For after all, ‘twas one of their own who had managed to entice the Lord Elladan from the Balrog slayer’s bed and not an Elf of Imladris. I suppose it was too much to ask it of such proud soldiers that they hold their tongues and not carry the tale to their captain.” He glared icily at Elladan. “Well, would you care to add anything to that?”

Still stricken mute, Elladan blanched as he fully comprehended the means by which Glorfindel had learned of his cuckolding. He could not even begin to imagine how the captain had reacted upon hearing such shaming news.

“I was such a want-wit to have trusted you,” Glorfindel ground out as he pulled on his shirt. “Better to have treated with an Orc – at least one always knows where one stands with those treacherous creatures!”

This spurred Elladan into speech, stung as he was that he should be rebuked for this single act of inconstancy after centuries of unflinching loyalty. And by one who was hardly a paragon of said virtue.

“Why do you assail me so?” he cried. “Only this once have I strayed and you would make of me a faithless wanton!”

“Faithless you are indeed,” Glorfindel snapped. “You swore that you were mine and mine alone. Wherefore your avowals of eternal devotion now, Elrondion?”

“Avowals you did not treasure as I had hoped,” Elladan countered.

“Did not treasure?” Glorfindel echoed incredulously. “What think you was my greatest comfort whenever you rode away into the Wild?”

That took Elladan aback but the memory of what he had witnessed proved the more potent. “Yet you did not hesitate to bring others into your bed as soon as I was gone,” he pointed out acridly.

Glorfindel stared at him as if he had grown two horns. “What others?” he demanded. “Name one and I will own myself an infidel.”

“In Lórien,” Elladan hotly retorted. “I saw her as she departed your chamber and just moments after you followed. I know not her name but I saw enough to tell me what sport you’d had with her after turning me away!”

“What in Arda are you talking about?” Glorfindel exclaimed, looking totally perplexed. His face suddenly cleared and his eyes widened in comprehension. An instant later, they darkened in angry disbelief. “Plague take you, Elladan!” he growled. “Did you not recognize the wife of your grandfather’s chief scribe?”

Elladan stared at him surprise. “You dallied with another Elf’s spouse?” he gasped in even greater shock.

“I dallied with no one,” Glorfindel forcefully averred. “I have had none but you in all these years!” At Elladan’s skeptical expression, he continued tightly. “Mithrandir’s summons came with a request for any records on the Rings of Power that Lórien harbored. I was tasked with retrieving them and had to rouse Nimorn and his lady from sleep. I requested them to send whatever they could find to my quarters. As fortune had it – or perhaps I should say misfortune – some fool of an Elf came to the stables with ale for the soldiers and the clumsy oaf spilled most of it on me instead. I returned to my room for a fresh shirt just as Nimorn’s wife arrived with the records I had asked for.”

Elladan gaped at him in horrified stupefaction. “Sweet Eru,” he finally whispered. “I did not realize—! Ah, Glorfindel, forgive me, I—”

“Spare me your apologies, vow-breaker,” Glorfindel barked. “You had no faith in me. Yet you asked me to have faith in you.”

He strode towards the door, face white with fury. Elladan called to him desperately.

“Glorfindel, wait!”

Whatever he had thought to say died on his lips when the captain suddenly trained eyes brimming with pain, disillusionment and humiliation on him.

“You promised me eternal love and abiding fidelity as she did,” Glorfindel said, his voice rough and shaking with the force of his fraught feelings. “But your words have proven as hollow as hers. I should have known better than to believe in so obvious a falsity as second chances. ‘Tis nothing more than a myth to salve the hearts of fools and lunatics.”

On that bitter note, he left, slamming the door shut behind him. For the longest moment, Elladan could only stare in stunned silence. And then he bowed his head in crushing regret. His anguish was sensed by one other who was so attuned to his every mood that it resounded through the very walls as if he had cried out loud.

Only a few moments passed before Elrohir burst into the room, expecting the worst. And finding it. He swiftly clambered onto the bed and gathered his distraught brother in his arms. Elladan turned his ashen, tear-streaked face into his shoulder.

“He knows, Elrohir,” he harshly sobbed, desolation limning ever word. “He knows and he has cast me away. Ah, Valar, I have lost him!”

Elrohir caught his breath, aghast that what he had feared had come to pass so swiftly. But he found himself at a loss for an adequate response. For once he had no words of solace to offer his twin. For in truth, though he was loath to admit it, he was perforce in agreement with Elladan.

In all likelihood, that which had been so meticulously crafted over the centuries had with one stroke been shattered. Whether it was irrevocably so remained to be seen. But that was of little comfort to the twin who brokenly wept in his brother’s arms.

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Glossary:

Geledhil – Tree-elves

Elrondion – son of Elrond

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