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Give And Take

By Rainchilde (rainchilde_lotr@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: All are Tolkien's. Poor chap.

Pairing (Trio'ing?): Elladan/Estel/Elrohir

Rating: NC-17

Archival: Go for it, just let me know.

Summary: Elrond's boys decide to give their foster brother the same coming-of-age gift they gave to his father, and his grandfather, and...

Warnings: Hmm. Does this even count as incest? I mean, he wound up marrying his foster SISTER for pete's sake... Also, I never say how old the lad is. The assumption can be that he's just turned 18, but hey -- I never say, so it's up to you. Last and least, yes, the speech is somewhat colloquial. It's SMUT. Cope.

Author's Note: It's just a bit of silly, cute, fluffy PWP. No torture, no evil, not even the smallest smidgen of squick. Gah! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! *haggard wild-eyed look* I'm not entirely happy with this -- it ends too abruptly for my taste, my muse suddenly died -- but...well, somebody wanted it, so here it is. Now pass me the steel wool, I have scrubbing to do. Writing fluff! Me! *shudder* I feel dirty...so dirty...

PS: Was it wrong to consider calling this story "Hope Sandwich"?

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"So...what is so important about this day, again?"

Estel glared down through a shock of unruly dark hair, letting the book fall into his lap. "It's not important to you, perhaps, but it's important to me, so I'd like to enjoy it in peace if you don't mind."

Elladan didn't take the hint; more likely, he chose to ignore it. Gracefully, he swung up onto a branch barely the width of his wrist and crouched down to regard his foster-brother. The boy was curled in a bole of his favorite tree, wearing only his favorite tunic, and by the way he buried his nose in his favorite book he was obviously in no mood to banter with his favorite brother.

Or, rather, brothers -- for where Elladan went, Elrohir followed. However, Elrond's other son had opted to stay at the base of the tree. He wore the patently false innocence of a look-out; had Estel had noticed this, he would certainly have been alarmed. When the twins were up to no good, it was best to be as far away as possible. Like, perhaps, at the Grey Havens.

"If it's such a special day," Elladan said lightly, "why waste it reading?" He flicked one hand out to snatch away the book, but Estel was ready for him -- the book had already snapped shut and whisked behind his back. He might have been human, and no match for the elves' speed and strength, but he'd been raised among them since before he could remember. And he knew his brothers' tricks.

"Predictable as ever," he teased. "You do plan to surprise me someday, do you not?"

There was a strangled snort from the base of the tree. Elladan smiled guilelessly when Estel glanced down then up at him with a suspicious light in his grey eyes. "Well, now that you mention it..." His expression became more serious. "Brother, we know perfectly well what this day means to you. Though it is hard to comprehend how any span of life less than two decades long can be considered noteworthy--"

"It is different, for Men," Estel grumbled indignantly.

"I said we don't understand. I never say we don't know. Remember, my family has hosted your fleeting line all down through the years. We've dealt with this...event...many times over."

"Good for you. Now go away."

Elladan shook his head in exasperation and leaned to peer down at his twin brother. "What do you think?"

"I think Araglas was far sulkier, and you do recall how that turned out."

"Mmmm hmm..."

Estel had retrieved his book and was trying to ignore them both, but it was proving impossible. He slapped the tome into his lap with a scorching oath that he really shouldn't have known. "Are you going to hover about being arch and mysterious all day, or are you going to tell me whatever it is you wanted to tell me and leave me in peace?!"

Elladan somehow managed to look even more arch and mysterious. "Ahhh. Well, you see--"

"We have a surprise for you," Elrohir cheerfully called up.

His twin cast a sharp glare down through the leaves. "Well, it's hardly a surprise now," he sighed. "But...yes. Will you come with us?"

Estel considered. "A pleasant surprise or a horribly embarrassing one? With the pair of you involved, it could be either."

The elf smiled mysteriously. "It's...a surprise."

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Estel wasn't sure why he'd agreed to this. In the end, though, when it came down to it, he did trust his foster brothers. With his life, if necessary.

Though perhaps not with my dignity, he thought. They'd insisted on blindfolding him; though he thought he knew Rivendell inside out, they soon had him hopelessly turned about and utterly lost. In the end, he only knew they were in a private room somewhere near the heart of the elvenhome. The air smelled of ancient silk and dusty tapestries, and he distinctly heard a door latch behind as they halted.

The boy could not easily tell his brothers apart with his eyes covered, but he knew one had walked behind him and one had walked before him. He was about to ask when he could take off the blindfold when a finger pressed against his lips.

"Don't talk. Don't ask. Just let us."

"What? Let you wh--"

The finger was replaced by a kiss, a firm pressure that swallowed his surprised squeak. At the same time hands slid down his arms and gripped his wrists, pulling them behind his back bin binding them with a single deft twist.

More confused than afraid, he tried to withdraw but there was nowhere to go. His back smacked against a strong chest -- Elladan, it had to be Elladan, the way he chuckled deep in his throat -- and the hands that had tied him now worked to unfasten his clothing. Meanwhile the kiss deepened, tongue probing between his lips, and he would have resisted had Elrohir's hand not settled on his thigh and slid up beneath the hem of his tunic.

A thumb brushed gently against the thin material underneath, tracing a certain half-hard curve. Estel gasped. The kiss immediately pressed into his mouth, tongue making mysterious promises as it snaked past his teeth and flickered over his own. His tunic was completely unfastened now, sliding down over his shoulders to catch at his bound wrists; from behind, Elladan's hands moved languidly over his body, massaging and pinching lightly at his nipples.

Now that the initial shock had passed, Estel had to agree that this was actually a fairly nice surprise. Strange, unnerving, but...very pleasant. He caught his breath when Elrohir released his mouth to trail playful little licks down his throat and down his chest. He tensed as the merest touch of cold metal slid along his hipbone, but relaxed again when what little remained of his clothing fell away in neat slices.

Or...almost relaxed. Part of him was doing quite the opposite...

Silk rustled behind him and then bare skin was pressed against his bare back, body molding perfectly to his. His own growing erection leaped as an even harder one pressed into the curve of his ass, arms enveloping him against his brother's lean warm body. It was getting hard to catch his breath -- and then he stopped breathing entirely when a tongue gently circled the head of his cock. He whimpering, wordlessly begging, and Elrohir obliged by sucking him down deep and sure.

Only Elladan's grip on Estel's hips prevented him from lunging forward into that hot, inviting mouth. Pinned between the twins, bound and blindfolded, he could only lay his head back against Elladan's shoulder and lock his shaking knees and moan with ecstasy. He'd never felt anything like it, never even imagined...

He blinked, bemused, as his right foot was lifted and guided to rest on a hard edge -- a chair perhaps. He was in no danger of falling, not with Elladan's arms tight around him, but he was confused by this...until Elrohir's fingers slid up behind his balls and entered him. He jerked and tensed, but a tongue in his ear and renewed suckling below distracted him nicely. His brothers wouldn't hurt him...right?

Of course not.

Elrohir was slow and careful at first, but his explorations became deeper and more powerful until the uncomfortable sensation became something else and Estel's anxious little huffs shifted back into lustful groans. However, he was left teetering on the verge of complete abandon when Elladan released his ear from his teeth and murmured, "Is he ready?"

The boy frowned blindly. "Ready for wh--" He broke off with a strangled hiss, hips bucking of their own volition as Elrohir calmly pushed another finger into him. How many was that now? He could not tell!

"Oh, he's ready." The words were chuckled around a hard hot mouthful, and the sensation was almost enough to push him over, but the twins knew exactly what they were doing. He almost sobbed as they stopped cold, leaving him wanting more badly than he'd ever wanted in his life. But he had little time to suffer -- two pairs of hands steered him stumbling forward, two bodies sliding sensuously around his. He heard a bed creak, and then was turned and pushed down.

He found himself sitting between -- Elrohir's? -- legs. Arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back until he was once again cradled against chest and stomach. The bed creaked anew, and now he could sense his other brother kneeling between his splayed feet. He had no idea what was going on; truthfully, his entire being focused on the throbbing need bobbing against his stomach!

He suddenly blushed, feeling a little silly and very vulnerable. But when he started to wriggle a hand squeezed hard around the base of his shaft and Elladan's mouth closed down over it and abruptly nothing else mattered because he was very young and he could hold back no longer. He screamed and arched and Elladan accepted his need, lapping and swirling and swallowing and murmuring obscene little endearments until his human brother collapsed panting in his other elven brother's lap.

Limp with relief, Estel did not resist as his knees were spread wide, his ankles lifted and gripped in Elrohir's hands. His breath quickened into fluttery pants again as fingers slick with his own seed slid into him, prying and massaging. He only half-heard them bantering over his helpless form, and so he did not quite understand...

"Now now, no complaints, you greedy thing -- remembeo too took both Arador and Arathorn. You owe me this."

"Eh! I shall have plenty of time to indulge myself later. Besides, I think our little one here is of sterner stuff than the last two of his line. Did you see how he nearly bruised my jaw? I think he requires your uncultured attentions."

"Uncultured...?!"

"You rut like a horse, brother." The voice behind him smiled. "And I always enjoy the sight. Do hurry, I cannot hold him like this all day!"

The only answer was an amused snort. Estel finally opened his mouth to interject...and that was when the fingers withdrew from his body, and flesh cupped against the backs of his thighs, and something far larger than fingers pressed against his well-prepared opening.

And then in one swift sure thrust, his brother mounted him.

Estel let out a strangled shriek and fought like a wildcat, but two pairs of hands held him fast, gentle but as strong as iron bars. Truthfully, he was not frightened, merely startled and astonished. At first the feeling of being filled was unpleasant, but then Elladan began to move gently within him and...and it felt good. Strange, but good...

As the boy's muscles uncoiled and his brief panic subsided into renewed arousal, Elrohir released his ankles and let them settle over Elladan's strong arms. Estel was no longer attempting to escape -- in fact, he was now trying to shift in counterpoint to Elladan's rhythm, driving the elf to pump harder and harder... Soon the bed was rocking merrily as one twin pounded the gasping, squealing boy with wild abandon against the other's body, hips thrusting, hands wandering, sharing him between them until all three were thoroughly satisfied.

Afterward, blindfold removed, Estel found himself in an interwoven nest formed by the two elves' curled bodies. He yawned, and grinned dazedly. He was sure he'd hurt in the morning, but no more than when he'd first learned to ride a horse or handle a longsword. This was worth the inevitable aches. His black mood, brought on by days of brooding over his unnoticed (or so he'd thought) coming-of-age, had been quite effectively banished. They'd been right about their gift. It had been quite...a surprise.

"I'd like to be untied now," he noted reproachfully.

From behind, Elrohir gave his touseled dark hair a thorough ruffling. "We're not done with you yet," he breathed mischieviously into his ear.

Elladan opened one sleepy eye with a lazy smile and nodded his agreement. "What he truly means is that he hasn't had his chance yet. Don't plan on getting any sleep tonight, gwadorneth..."

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