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A Rude Awakening	By : Etharei Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Rude Awakening

Author: Etharei (west.for.winter
AT gmail DOT com)

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Single Shard upon the Shore); my personal archive (Truth Is Missing)

Rating: Hard R
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir

Disclaimer: None of the recognizable characters, names or places
featured here belong to me. This is based on a work of
fiction by Professor JRR Tolkien, and regardless of what present-day legalities
say, in my mind they belong first and foremost to him.

Archive: OEAM, LoM, AFF; anyone interested is
welcome to ask

Feedback: Will be greatly appreciated.

Beloved Beta: Anorielle- the big sister of my heart!

Summary: The failure of brotherhood.
Author�s Notes: First in
the �Secret Sorrows� series

Elrohir awoke, and at once felt both lighter and heavier
than his norm. He was saved from going into a panic by the familiar scent of
his brother, which had always comforted him even as a child. But the feel of
the scratchy bed beneath him and the dark of the immediate surroundings placed
them as being elsewhere than home.

Where are we?

He blinked, chasing the last of the sleep from his eyes, and recent memory
returned. The twin sons of Elrond had finally been allowed by their parents to
journey together without escort, and they were currently passing through the
wide expanse of Rhovanion. They had, for the most
part, slept in the open under the shining stars so loved by the Eldar. But early the previous evening, their dwindling
supplies had incited them to stop in a small Mannish settlement located on the
Vale of Anduin, in order to purchase more. Finding
therein a fairly decent inn, and seeing the lateness of the hour, the brethren
had decided to treat themselves to a warm bed with a mattress under their weary
bodies.

The younger twin frowned, remembering that, in another burst of spontaneity,
they had passed the evening drinking a potent wine in the common-room. He was
not sure what had inspired them to drink so much, but there were a few fair
story-tellers in the company, and the wine and warmth were a pleasant change
after their months of living in the wild. Seeing as he had made it to bed, they
must have had sense enough to get to their rooms before falling asleep.

He felt his brother shift position on the other side of the bed. There was
another wondrous thing- Elladan had not hogged the
sheets over the night! Perhaps the wine had sunk him too far into slumber for
his usual night-time restlessness.

With a luxuriant yawn, Elrohir pushed down the blanket a little, and shuddered
at the touch of the chill morning air upon his warmed skin. He frowned, having
looked down and realised that he had not worn his usual loose shirt to bed. He
tried to scoot up the bed, and winced at the sudden discomfort in� his� nether
regions�

Eyes widening, the son of Elrond threw back the sheets, too alarmed now to
notice the bite of a cold spring morning. He saw that he was, indeed, entirely
naked. Furthermore, splotches of colour decorated his smooth skin all along his
body- and were those teeth marks around one nipple?

Elrohir near jumped out of bed and tugged out a floor-length robe from his
pack. Feeling slightly less exposed, he returned to the bed, but instead of
sitting back down again, he went over to his twin�s side, gazing at his brother
with a mixture of incomprehension and fear. His hand trembling, he slowly
picked up the edge of the linen sheet that had served as a blanket over them
both through the night, and drew it down to uncover his twin�s body.

The cloth fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers when he reached his
brother�s hip. For there was no doubt that Elladan
was as naked as he had been, and the pattern of love-bruises resembled the
spatter of dark red paint upon the lightly tanned canvas of the older twin�s
form.

Elladan began to wake, no doubt drawn out of dreams
by the cold air after the warmth beneath the sheets. With a young warrior�s
sudden wariness, he jerked up to a sitting position, his thoughts clear in his
eyes, Where am I? How did I get here? Then his sight landed on his
brother, still standing over him, and he visibly relaxed. The relief that his
mere presence brought made Elrohir wish that his twin would somehow not notice
his unclad state, or the vivid bruising all over his body.

Unfortunately the older son of Elrond was as perceptive as he, for he quickly
frowned and looked down at himself. His puzzlement grew as he noticed the marks
upon his skin. Looking up at Elrohir in confusion, those grey eyes fastened
suddenly on his front, and the younger twin belatedly realised that the similar
bruises on him were still visible through the open gap on the front of his
robe. A loud gasp announced his brother�s arrival at the same conclusion as to
what must have transpired in the previous night.

Even in the dim light- for the dawn was just beginning to filter through the
misted glass of the window- they could see their matching pallor, and such a
horror gripped them that they were rendered effectively speechless for long
moments.

�Elladan,� the whisper slipped unbidden through Elrohir�s lips. �Elladan��

As if it were a key, his mind suddenly relinquished its hold on the memories,
and images flitted past, each second of recollection tightening the dread that
had wrapped itself �round his heart-

The potent wine and good company had left them in high spirits. They
achieved their room and bed by supporting one another, and lay with their warm
bodies snuggled up as if they were elflings once
again. Though the light was extinguished, sleep would not come for either, and
so they had drowsily conversed about little nothings, reliving hunts and
youthful escapades and fabricating fantastical stories about their friends back
home. Their speech grew more and more insensate, and somewhere along the way
they had stripped off their clothing, feeling too warm from the wine. The
kisses began, chaste pecks at first, as they teased one another over childhood
scrapes.

Then the kisses moved from face to neck, and from neck to chest, steadily
downwards. Lips that meant to tickle sensitive spots brought forth shuddering
gasps instead of laughter. The dark was nearly pitch
black, but they knew the other�s body better than their own. The drink cast it
all into something like a dream.

Elladan, Elladan, he had
cried. Neither yes, nor no- simply, Elladan.

Suddenly a heated rod was pushed roughly inside of him, and he shouted. But
instead of seeking to escape, he had pushed back, impaling himself further, and
he clutched at the worn wooden headboard as his sweating body was so intimately
penetrated, again and again and again...

-his knees weakened beneath him, and he took a step backwards to lean against a
wall. Sliding down the cold wood, Elrohir began shaking, all the warmth in his
body dissipating before a wave of revulsion. On the bed, Elladan
made no move to help him, but continued staring unseeing at his hands on his
lap.

�Elladan,� he whispered, on the verge of sobbing. He
felt a coldness that was alien to one bearing Elven
blood. Why was his brother not looking at him? Even at the height of one of
their disagreements, Elladan had never failed to
succour him when he was hurt or distressed. He became acutely aware of the
throbbing in his most intimate of passages.

Suddenly, he was roughly hauled up to his feet. Elladan�s
hands clutched at his robe, and pulled him so that his nose bumped against his
brother�s. �Never, never, never speak of this! It did
not happen! This could not have happened!� The last came out in a shout that
seemed to echo across the rented room. A fell mood was upon the eldest son of
Elrond, such that he looked fit to strike at his own twin.

�It is as you say, Elladan!� Elrohir cried. The hands
released him, and he fell to the floor, now sobbing in truth and shaking
violently.

After a few silent minutes, he felt Elladan bend
down, and a hand was laid on his shoulder. Elrohir involuntarily cringed away
from the touch, and if his head had not been buried in his hands he would have
seen a look of pain pass his twin�s face.

�I- I am sorry, Elrohir,� the older twin said unsteadily. �I do not know what
became of me.�

�It is no matter, brother,� the other replied, wiping his face with the sleeve
of his robe. �You were distraught.� Yet in his heart he felt betrayed.
Strangely, not by- what had passed between them- but rather his brother�s
behaviour afterwards. For the first time in their relatively short lives, Elladan had failed him.

The brethren left the inn and the settlement but an hour later. Though Elrohir
stated his forgiveness for the other twin�s behaviour, it seemed to Elladan that his brother was quicker in speech than in
deed, for in the days after a shadow hovered over Elrohir�s
spirit. The younger twin hid his discomfort in the saddle, but felt further
betrayed when his twin did not realise his pain. Their bond allowed them to be
aware of each other�s wellbeing, but for days after Elladan
held himself separate, paying little attention to Elrohir other than what was
apparent on the surface.

Yet after the waning and waxing of a moon, the Incident seemed behind them, and
the twins were bantering with each other anew, though the elder never spoke of
what took place that night, and the younger feared incurring such a wrath in
his brother again.

But throughout his life, Elrohir would never forget the day he learned to fear
his own brother.
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