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A Lesson in Control	By : kathmco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: Emmess

Title: A Lesson in Control

Summary: Elrond has had enough of Elladan and Elrohir's promiscuous behavior.

Genre: Humor

Rated: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing that anyone could possibly believe might be of value to anyone.
Written in response to the February challenge at the Imladris/Slash group. The challenge was to write a slash fic starring Elrohir and Elladan containing NO sex…not an easy task…trust me.

A Lesson in Control

"Come in."

Elladan and Elrohir exchanged one long last look with each other before Elrohir opened the door to their father's study. Entering, they stood just within the door, warily eyeing the Elf who stood by the window with his back to them. They knew full well that they were in trouble - Elrond never summoned them to his study in the middle of the day unless they had been caught in some mischief.

Frankly, neither one could think of a single thing they had done to anyone lately…they had been much too occupied with other diversions - namely, each other - to bother with anyone else.

"You wished to see us, Adar?" Elladan finally asked, when it seemed that Elrond was not going to acknowledge their presence. He threw his brother a worried look at their father's continued silence. Slowly the twins crept closer to their father's motionless figure as he continued stand with his back to them, staring out the window.

"Ada? Glorfindel informed us that you wished to see us…mayhap he was incorrect? May we go?" Elrohir asked, a trace of hopefulness in his voice.

"Sit down."

"Ada?"

"SIT DOWN!" Elrond roared, suddenly coming to life and spinning to face his sons. His face, while usually calm and reflective, was a mask of fury as he glared at his sons.

Swallowing hard, the twins quickly sought the closest seats available, sitting down next to each other on a small divan set near their father's desk. Their eyes were large and rounded as they stared at their father, who had begun to pace the length of his study, his hands clenched white-knuckled behind his back, the vein in his forehead throbbing visibly.

"What am I to do with you? Have you no sense of propriety at all? Are you no more than animals, rutting where and whenever the urge strikes you?"

"Adar…" Elladan began, spreading his hands out and effecting an innocent expression on his handsome face, so very like his father's that there could be no doubt from whose loins he and his twin had sprung, "we always utilize the utmost of discretion…"

"You were seen fornicating on top of the statue that bears the shards of the Narsil!" Elrond bellowed, his face flushing deeply with his anger.

Elrohir bit back a grin, managing to remain expressionless, but Elladan snorted lightly as he looked down at his feet. "My arse still bears a few scars from that one…" he muttered under his breath.

"You see nothing wrong with this?" Elrond asked, coming to stare down at his two miscreant sons.

"It was but a single slip in judgement, Ada…it will not happen again," Elrohir replied, not quite able to meet his father's eyes as the lie slipped between his lips.

"A single slip in…really? Might I remind you of a few of your other 'slips'? In my horse's stall in the stables? My horse has not been the same since! Could you not have picked Glorfindel's horse's stall?"

"Glorfindel's horse bites, Ada. We did not wish to lose anything, er…vital," Elladan explained.

"Behind the third haystack target on the archery field?" Elrond demanded.

"The Guards were practicing, Ada…had we been in front of it, we might have been skewered," Elrohir replied, looking as if this answer were obvious, although Elrond stared at him as though he had grown an extra head.

"What troubles me are not those activities in which you engage, but your utter lack of control over yourselves! You are members of my Guard…Knights of my House! How can I be expected to entrust you with the lives of my warriors - and expect in return the judgement and patience necessary to succeed in battle, when you cannot control your own base urges long enough to find a suitable environ before pouncing on one another? You must learn how to control yourselves. You WILL learn to control yourselves, or so help me, by the Valar, I will demote the two of you to the lowest ranking Elves in the Guard, and you will remain at that rank for all of eternity!" Elrond ranted, resuming his pacing. He walked to the door, opened it and shouted for Glorfindel.

Within moments the tall, blonde, solemn-faced Slayer entered the room, standing at attention near Elrond's desk. While the Peredhel Lord's back was turned he threw a smirk at the twins, but quickly resumed his expressionless mask when Elrond faced the trio again.

"Glorfindel has been instructed in what I wish to be done with the two of you. If either of you gives him one iota of trouble, or speaks one single syllable in protest, what I have threatened will come to pass. Do you both understand?" he asked, the fury in his face still evident, although his color was slowly returning to normal.

"Aye, Adar…we understand," Elladan said softly, both he and his twin's faces paling considerably at his father's threats.

"Go with Glorfindel. Do not let a word reach my ears of your disobedience. You are both dismissed." Once again, Elrond turned his back on the twins, standing near the window looking out over the city.

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Glorfindel led them to one of the unused guest chambers on the upper floor of Elrond's House. Entering the room, he closed the door behind them, turning to face them.

Within the room, all furniture had been removed, save for two straight back chairs which faced each other in the center of the room.

Standing with his arms folded across his broad chest, the handsome Slayer regarded the twins with a raised brow. "Strip," he ordered, his voice echoing in the empty room.

"I beg your pardon?" Elladan asked, as he and Elrohir's jaw dropped in unison.

"Your clothes…take them off."

"Our…clothes?" Elrohir repeated, fingering his robe, looking quite confused.

"Am I speaking too quickly for you to follow, young Master Elf? I will speak more slowly, then. Take. Your. Clothes. Off," Glorfindel said, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm. "NOW!" he bellowed, when the twins gave no indication of moving.

Their fingers flew, fumbling with the clasps and buckles of their clothing in response to the Slayer's shouted command. Within in moments, they had kicked off their soft suede boots, and thrown off their robes and silken undershirts, standing before him clad only in their leggings.

Eyeing them, Glorfindel frowned, waiting. "Everything," he said, indicating their breeches.

"Really, Glorfindel…is this truly necessary?" Elrohir asked, frowning himself as he looked back at the Lord of the Golden Flower. "Why must we strip naked? There is a decided chill in this room."

"I think the chill will be quick to dissipate, my young Lord. Move quickly - you test my patience."

Exchanging an embarrassed glance, the twins dropped their drawers in sync, revealing two identical erections. Glorfindel smirked, saying, "It seems the chill has not affected you so badly after all, has it?" Indicating the two chairs, he instructed them to sit.

Facing one another, their erections holding their form despite the nippy air, the twins looked quite chagrined as they waited for Glorfindel's next instruction. Without realizing it, their eyes drifted to one another's lap, and they licked their lips.

"That is exactly the reason why you are here!" Glorfindel admonished. "You have been forced to strip naked, sit in chairs in the middle of a cold room, with ME in attendance, and still you cannot control your lust!" He shook his golden head at their immaturity. With quick sure movements, to cries of surprise and discomfort of the twins, he whipped their arms around the backs of the chairs, securing them firmly with a length of rope. Just as quickly, he tied their feet to the legs of the chairs. They sat, their knees mere inches from each other, bound firmly to the chairs.

"What happens now, Glorfindel?" Elladan asked, managing to tear his eyes away from his brother's stiff and proud Elfhood for long enough to meet the Slayer's turquoise eyes.

"What happens now is that we wait. We wait until you are able to control yourselves…at least long enough to find a proper secluded place in which to indulge yourselves. When you can sit there and stare at each other's nakedness without becoming aroused, you will be set free."

"But…but, what if we cannot?" Elrohir asked, his voice merely a whisper. He could not imagine not becoming aroused by the sight of his brother's sculpted form.

"Then consider yourselves the newest recruits to the Guard…forever. I hope you like latrine duty…you will be serving in that capacity until your father sails." With that, Glorfindel left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving the twins alone.

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The twins stared at the closed door for a long while, hoping that it was all an elaborate, twisted joke by their father to punish them for their indiscretions, and that Glorfindel would come back in the room, laughing at their gullibility. Eventually, they realized that their father, and Glorfindel, had been entirely serious.

Slowly, they turned their attention from the door, each trying desperately not to allow their eyes to roam over the other's nude form. They looked everywhere but at each other - at the curtained windows, the thick velvet drapes drawn tight against the coming evening chill; the high ceilings, whitewashed and boring; the few paintings and tapestries that hung on the walls - anywhere and everywhere but at each other's naked flesh.

It didn't work.

Within a few short moments, both twins were breathing harder, taking in each other's silken skin, molded muscles, and most of all, each other's throbbing erections.

"Aiya! Elladan, 'tis torture they mean us to endure!" Elrohir cried, screwing his eyes shut tight against his brother's nakedness.

"Sweet Elbereth, Elrohir…I will not survive this…I just know it."

"Think of something horrible…Yrch! Think of Yrch. Think of dancing naked Yrch!" Elrohir suggested, the thought sending a shiver down his own spine.

"Eww…that should do it," Elladan agreed, closing his eyes, trying to picture the deformed, grotesque creatures dancing naked in his mind.

After a few moments, Elladan whispered, "It is not working, Elrohir. I am still as hard as a rock."

"Aye…mine also," Elrohir agreed, careful to keep his eyes closed so that his own problem would not worsen.

"I know! Think of ADA naked! That should solve our problem quite nicely!" Elladan suggested.

"Eww! That should not only take care of our problem, it may also cause me to lose my lunch," Elrohir agreed, picturing his father standing naked in his study.

A few more minutes passed, before Elrohir moaned and spoke again. "It is of no use, Elladan…he looks too much like us…"

"Aye…bad idea."

"Erestor?"

"No…he is not a bad looking Elf. A bit introverted and fussy, but still quite attractive."

"Glorfindel?"

"Be serious."

"I know…I know!" Elrohir cried, bouncing up and down in his chair. "Arwen! Think of Arwen!"

"Eww…she has those big breasts…" Elladan shuddered.

"Aye…and those rounded hips…" Elrohir added, his disgust evident in his voice.

"Fat. Yuck. And do not forget that she has a crater where she should have a tree…" Elladan continued, actually beginning to gag a bit.

"ARGH! That did it, Elladan…it has gone back to sleep!" Elrohir said, relief in his voice.

"Aye, mine also. As a matter of fact, it may never wake up again - that was horrible, Elrohir."

"Still…at least we know what works for us, brother."

"I wonder how long it will be until Glorfindel comes back to check on us?"

"I know not…but I DO know that I am keeping my eyes closed until he does…if I look at you it will begin all over again."

"Did you have to say that? Now I have pictured you in my mind and it is growing again," Elladan moaned.

"Think "Arwen," Elrohir instructed.

"Ahh…that's better. Thank you, brother."

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Eventually, Glorfindel did return, and was quite pleased - as was Elrond - that the twins had managed to get their lustful tendencies under control. Released back to their former ranks, they never again publicly displayed their wanton lust for each other…or, at least, they were much more careful and were never again caught at it.

For the longest time, though, they could not look Arwen in the eye without shuddering.

THE END.
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