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Opalescent Spectrum	By : Snowway32 Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This fic contains: Slash, Explicit INCEST, angst, concepts of death and lemony smut! If you missed the warnings listed before, please heed them now. If you do not like the idea of a father-sons pairing and explicit sex between them, then please do not read the fic.

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Please bear in mind that this is also my first LOTR fics even though I’m a veteran fanfiction writer. I hope it lives up to expectations as I have only just started rereading the books again and may be a bit off with some of my facts.

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Faith and Despondency:

'The winter wind is loud and wild,

Come close to me, my darling child;

Forsake thy books, and mateless play;

And, while the night is gathering grey,

We'll talk its pensive hours away.' ~ Emily Bronte

With the unexpected call of Council in the Halls of Imladris, the revered lands of Middle-Earth were once again in upheaval at the present threat of the rising Dark Lord. Thusly, the Lord of the land himself could barely contain the sorrow and pain expressed by his beloved land, despairing at the approach of darkness and eternal pain. It was time for them to gather, it was time for Men and Elves and Dwarves to stand together once more in hope to bring down an imminent threat dangling beneath the newly born sky into a dying age. It was imminent for long forgotten vengeance to be dealt with swiftly and accurately no matter the outcome.

Lord Elrond of Imladris had awoken to the setting of a blood moon and had yet to see the slow rise of the sun as She offered her rays in compensation to the passing night. The first peak of her age olden visage in bloodied orange had him rising from his bed, despite his internal weariness and unfounded fears. The ebb and flow of the Bruinen at the coming tides of autumn brought naught but pale memories glinting in the barely revealed sunlight of a forgotten time now only revisited by song and poetry. Embittered by haunting dreams and torturous nightmares, Lord Elrond Pheredhel stood before his looking glass, seeking answers that he knew could not yet be found. Yet, only he stared back at himself. Grey eyes, dulled with sorrow gazed at well known features he had come to love and hate during his life. It offered no solace to his pain and eternal grief.

Turning away wary silvery-grey eyes, he reflected instead on his duty to be fulfilled that day. The Council was to be gathered and even though he had been forgotten and pushed aside the night before, today he was required to offer council to all those who had come from the distant corners of Middle-Earth. So was his role, never to judge, never to ridicule and never to turn away a soul seeking refuge and healing within the borders of his lands. Offering up his home for the next historically significant gathering of the Council and all that would be decided upon the fall of the next two moons was only natural to his ever-eternal duty.

Elrond understood well that when his beloved daughter had taken to entertaining the guests in the Hall of Fire, he would be pushed aside as a mere figure in the distance in regard for better stories and newer songs. Elrond himself could not help but feel slightly rejected, only now was he considered a shade of a memory that he once was in the eyes of others, wishing and hoping for it not to be so when he still experienced the same dejection time and time again.

His waning will faded to the path his children had chosen and his concern was ever growing with the threat rising in Middle-Earth, there was no more time for thoughts of folly and lingering melancholy. The Pheredhel Lord was old, one of the beloved Firstborn and understood well that his place was not always welcomed when the younger generations gathered in the Hall Of Fire. Yet, without soothing, welcomed, companions for the night, he had sorely missed the presence of his twin sons to distract his worrying thoughts and internal conflict. Wishing privately that they would ultimately forget the pursuit of Orcs in favour of coming home to him and silently, yet constantly, he prayed to the Valar that they would be kept safe wherever their wanderings drew them to and beyond.

With every rising and fading light of the moon Elrond still felt the grief of his wife's passing across the sea as a palpable ache in his chest since the day she had left, no matter the centuries that has already passed or were to pass into the prospect of the undecided future. He was more concerned now than ever over the twins that were still overwhelmed by their grief for their lost mother. So much so that it was beginning to trigger another form of grief to build upon his shoulders, a grief that was much more dangerous than any other he had been forced to experience.

Every year come autumn Elrond would whisper his wish to the Valar for them to return to him permanently, keep them safe and prayed for them to forget their raging hatred and inconsolable grief. Yet, these last few months a new and more dangerous concern was igniting in his chest. One that he knew was unfounded, but he felt all the same. If only he could offer them comfort and respite from pain and suffering in return. Thus it was rightly so that he was concerned, especially since they had not heeded his call home or acknowledged any of his messages concerning their presence at the upcoming Council. He worried, it was natural. He was a father and understood it well but something about this long wait between visits from them was eating at not only his self control but in tandem was biting into the very edges of his soul as well.

Men, Elves, Dwarves, Rangers and even small little Hobbits had gathered within the borders of his lands, making ready for the Council and still around Lord Elrond hung a variable curtain of unrelenting shadowed pain, with only the subtlety of a concerned frown furrowing upon his brow as any indication to his constant concern. After carefully running his silver brush through his long hair and braiding the midnight locks, he mindfully settled the mithril circlet of rank upon his hair and bereaved his pained features in the looking glass with something akin to disappointment.

The inner light that had always shone through his eyes so brilliantly was dulled that day with an age old weariness he had not forgotten. The Lord Elrond swiftly and quietly rose from his seat and ventured into the halls of Rivendell himself. Robes the colour of deepening blood flowed and swayed around his feet as he called to him several servants of Homely House. It was time to start a tiring day of gathering guests, serving breakfast and reopening the Council floor for consultation.

His elvin footsteps, light and silent, carried him towards the eastern gardens where Elrond instinctively sought to watch the rest of the sun as She rose to the depths of a clear azure sky in the announcement of a new day. It would be a while still before breakfast was served and the Council room prepared for their meeting, yet he was wont to watch the sunrise in quite content in hopes of appeasing his painful thoughts. In the quiet melodious call of the running stream and the stirring of endless of flowers, the Pheredhel felt his wariness of dark dreams from the night before fade and ripple into the mists hanging over the depths of the valley. His restless thoughts stealing away his awareness of his surroundings until the approach of soft, sure footsteps that caressed his hearing and echoed through the archway.

"Adar? I did not expect you to be awake for another hour at least." Calling his attention away from his pensive sate, the Lord of Imladris turned his head to observe his only daughter sadly as she glided into the garden with graceful and sure step. The autumn flowers seemed to bend to her presence and the gold and red leaves danced in joy at her will as the rays of the sun played across her skin. An inner light of dazzling intensity danced upon her flawless skin and midnight hair. There were a few moments of silence where he bit his tongue and held his peace before beckoning her to his side, hoping to rid himself of the clenching of his heart and the darkness invading his thoughts. He once again turned his attention eagerly back to horizon of Imladris, searching the borders for any sign of Elladan and Elrohir as the golden rays of the sun bathed the valley in early morning light and daily promise. There were none to his great disappointment.

"Troubling dreams and sleepless nights, Adar?" She asked gently, seating herself on the bench next to her father before resting her fingers on his shoulder in hesitant touch, surprised to find a pronounced tremor there and observing his sorrow filled gaze directed purposefully into the distance of Imladris borders. Lord Elrond only answered with a slow nod himself, leaning briefly into her yielding embrace when she tugged him willingly to her chest. Her scent curling around him, offering him a small touch of comfort and acceptance. However, it did not do much to appease his ever present concern that something terrible had happened whilst his eldest children had been away. Something he had no control over, or ever would.

"Do you wish to speak of your burdens Father? I will lend a willing ear to share your dark dreams, sorrows, ambitions and fears. For sorrow shared is sorrow halved." Chuckling at her generous offer, Elrond shook his head softly in denial before he stood from the stone bench. The tangles of briars that had previously wrapped around his ankles in search of warmth, yielded to his steps as he moved away from him. Briefly picking up her hands to press a small kiss of appreciation upon their backs, he offered a watery smile before turning his back to her. His robes of burgundy, moulding timidly to his body, now bending to the whimsy of the eastern winds as his hair swayed gently from side to side to brush against his hips. A moment of ill begotten silence settled uncomfortably on his shoulders, building an unknown tension that had only been calm affection before.

"Y-your hands are cold Adar! W-why are the—?!" She trailed off in her own panicked note. Reaching towards the imposing figure of her father as he made to disappear into the depth of the castle again, she was left sorely disappointed. Elrond stilled briefly at her words, glancing over his shoulder with reassurance before looking towards the east once more. The light glowing through his skin as he offered a fleeting frown of sorrow, dulled and pained, before he turned his back to the sun and made for the archway leading into the castle. He had not taken three steps before he stilled again and looked towards the distance in the sky, heavy clouds of rain were forming in the east and were creeping up on Imladris.

An omen of ill will and folly in wandering shadow, indeed.

"The sorrow of ages old and the concerns I carry till this day, lie betwixt me and your dear brothers. Please Arwen, do not concern yourself with the folly of an old elf. For this elf is very old and weariness is but a part of his life. Do not despair; all will be well again in time. All will be well." His voice was like the strong rumble of a silver bell ringing in the towers of an ages old citadel. Clear, noted with lonely sorrow but still there lay a hidden harmonious note of strength that had yet to fade with the passages of time. Something to marvel at no matter when it was used or what was spoken in turn.

"Adar, please. I-I do not wish to lose you to the Halls..." Stepping across the grounds, the Lord of Imladris briefly pulled his daughter to his breast before titling her chin upwards. Deep grey eyes searching her similarly coloured orbs for something he had yet to find, he offered a reassuring touch of lips to her forehead in fatherly affection all the same to quiet her fears. Elrond dearly loved her, loved all his children, and despaired that he had caused her much worry and grief.

"All will be well in time again." He whispered into her hair, brushing away a few stray lock of midnight black that had come undone from her braids. With a final nod of encouragement, Elrond pulled away from the embrace and disappeared into the hidden halls of Rivendell. Leaving behind only a trace of his innate cold hands as a ghost of the past resting against her supple cheek. A lick of his lingering presence, something she wished to grasp onto for one more than a fleeting moment before it became too late.

"Please do not forget we love you Adar. You are everything to us, and we will always cherish your love and seek your affection."

Lord Elrond glided through the empty halls with renewed purpose, his hands clenched at his sides in concern and a tinge of regret. They were indeed cold, he noted. It was not a welcome revelation but one he had been expecting for a long time now. It had been three autumns since he had had a mere glimpse of his sons and heard from a messenger that they were well, three excruciating autumns since that fateful day that haunted his darkest dreams. Deep down the reluctant Elrond knew that if he would have to suffer much longer of this constant depression and concern, he would not be able to hold on much longer.

His duties and responsibilities anchoring him to this world was beginning to wane as was his immensely strong will, especially since the last parting words from them:

'A Father that grieves not for his lost wife and cares not for his sons, is not a father that deserves our respect and time, nor our love so freely given.' Elrond bit through his bottom lip, flinching at the sudden spark of pain that blossomed across the walls of his heart and the taste of blood rushing against his tongue. It was only getting more perilous. The hollow pain encircling his heart and the fact that Elladan and Elrohir had not yet returned went hand in hand with Elrond's biggest fear. The pressing dread that they would never return to him to sooth his pining heart. For inside his heart resided the greatest fear every parent was overwhelmed by. The possibility that his children were dead and he would be despised until his sons’ last breaths left their lips.

Where had he gone wrong? Of course he grieved for his lost wife, yet that grief was something else to the constant pain of losing his sons to the destruction she left in her wake. He just could not understand why they had been so insulted when he had returned from Mirkwood three summers before. It was not as if he had visited for pleasure but he supposed they didn't know of the truth behind that visit, and the importance of it. He had not told anyone that his presence had been requested privately for the help of the King's youngest son. Young Legolas had obtained a life threatening injury whilst out hunting. And it was that specific injury that reminded him just of the dangers his sons put themselves in every time they went on a hunt.

With a shiver, he headed deeper and deeper into the halls of Imladris, shocked at the cold caress curling around his heart and the despondency slithering across his heart and clenching his stomach. The steady increase of sorrow and unfounded fears were now rapidly tearing his soul into two. What had possessed him to let them go without a guard that night or even Glorfindel as a travelling companion? The roads were dangerous with the ever present dark gathering once more. Dangerous enough that travelling alone in search of Orcs was more hazardous than walking into the gates of Mordor itself. Why had he not had the foresight to see this coming? Or even possess the knowledge that they were now out of his sight and might never return? It was that night that Elrond would never forgive himself for, angry words, hurtful exclamations between them. It weighed too heavily on his thoughts and actions.

"Lord Elrond? Breakfast will be served in the Great Hall soon. The Council room had been prepared and all the guests called forth."

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One month had wavered fleetingly and gone by since Lord Elrond had seen off the Hobbit Frodo and rest of the Fellowship of the Ring. The Company had left on a journey clouded with the uncertainty of the unknown, that even his foresight could not predict the outcome of or the many trials and tribulations that laid ahead for them. They were precariously wavering on a knife edge. The tangible shadows from Mordor were creeping ever closer and the promising light that such an innocent heart had shown so brilliantly before was being tainted by the slow spread of evil from the One. Their only remaining hope was slowly fading with fleeting despair. Should but one foot be strayed out of turn in the Fellowship's journey, madness would beset their adventure into gloom and throw them unbidden into the ever growing shadows.

The coldness and pain that had been enveloping his heart as of late was becoming worse and worse, even now at the tantalizing brush of the eastern winds that should have been pleasant, the Lord of Imladris found himself shivering instead with the icy bite that it brought with it. Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling on the plump flesh, Elrond pondered on the passing of time and the increasing awareness he had of something unknown calling out to him in his dreams of late.

Dreams and endless, empty nightmares that seemed to gain a longer and longer reach every passing of the waning moon into nothingness. He did not know whether to find it disconcerting or a slow comfort for his weary and tarnished soul. For it felt like there was a taint upon his heart that would not wash away with the steady passing of time in the valley. Something more sinister and dangerous had clawed a hole into his heart, something he did not want his children to know of and thus was suffering the consequences all on his own and risked coming out of it, changed and unhealed.

Arwen's call in the mornings did not rouse his heart into awakening, neither could his oldest friend Glorfindel rouse him for hours on end when the fancy took him to slumber in the late afternoons. As an accomplished healer, one that had lived and walked Middle-Earth for many millennia, Elrond's endless experience of all ailments, vast knowledge of mending desperate injuries and understanding thousands of herbs made him an unreachable pedestal to any other healer considering challenging his rank. It afforded him enough knowledge and understanding to know very well what was happening to him and why, for there was no known cure.

Lord Elrond still valiantly fought against the incessant pull of the Halls of Mandos and the whispering waves of the ocean titillating against his sensitive ears. He knew what he wanted, knew that he had to leave but also he understood all too well that it would not do anyone any good to go now. It just would not do until he knew his sons were safe and had forgiven him for whatever trespass he had done against them. He would not leave them like their mother had. No. He would not abandon them without an explanation. Deep down he knew their grief was volatile and hazardous to their lives, he could not risk their lives along with his. Elrond may have been many things in his life, but he did not want to be the cause for his sons' pain and suffering in losing their only living sire to something uncontrollable but damning all the same.

When he climbed the stairs to his room that night, Elrond was drawn to his private gardens. Leaning heavily against the archway leading into the eastern garden he loved so much, he thought nothing significant of the creeping exhaustion that pulled and tugged at his physical body. He also did not notice the lack of anything significant to keep him tethered to the will of forcing aside this new bout of exhaustion.

Trembling against the cold wind, Elrond walked precariously into the garden without noticing his own state of being. Laid himself upon the stone bench overrun with his favourite wild briar roses, and revelled in the rested sensation creeping across his limbs beneath the veil of the darkening sky. It was like a soft breath of bliss settling across his limbs, offering nothing but a sweet, rapturous reprieve against his endless pain and internal suffering. The cushions lain upon the surface of the cold stone, together with the soft and warm fleece of white rabbit fur, lulled him deeper and deeper into oblivion. Elrond tilted his head back against the feathery cushions to gaze upon the starry sky and admire it in full reverie.

Soon the stars were fading from his wary sight, his bright grey eyes losing their lustre and iridescent shine as he fully retreated into himself. The reassuring weight of his mithril circlet though, heavy with responsibility upon his brow would certainly awaken should morning come. It was the most important reminder that he was still needed whilst the rest of his kin made ready to leave for their home across the sea. Surely it would faithfully keep him rooted for a while longer. Elrond of course would stay behind to make sure his kin and children reached safety first, there was no need for him to leave just yet.

For the first time since his elfling days, Elrond closed his eyes physically. His heavy eyelids shuttering over grey eyes as the waning moon shone upon his cooling skin and fading breath. With a whispered exhalation, Elrond parted his lips and fell lax against the pillows. He was Fading, of that he was aware but it would heal itself in time. If it did not, the gentle Lord of Imladris would forever regret not being able to offer Elladan and Elrohir all of himself in the love they had sought from him for so long.

Elrond just hoped they would forgive him for not being able to whisper a goodbye, place a fleeting kiss upon the strands of their ebony locks like he had done many times in the past when they had sought comfort and assurance of his ever present love and what he wanted to do now more than ever. How he mourned the closeness they had shared not long ago, the feeling of their warm bodies climbing into his large bed at night when the grief was too overwhelming and they couldn't sleep.

The endless, sweet as honey, endearments dripping against his ears as they skilfully and willingly bathed him in rapture and pleasure to display a love they claimed they only possessed for him. It was a fleeting night where wild blueberry wine had flowed past eager lips and soon teasing tongues, eager mouths and heated flesh had collided in hurried passion. Chasing pleasure, pain and love to the very panicle of endless unadulterated rapture. It was a memory Elrond cherished, knowing that that night was shared privately only between them with love given freely and accepted naturally no matter the societal taboo they had shattered...

He had forgotten the sway that night had held over him and still did. The days of love, now long faded from his thoughts but cherished in the darkness of his mind all the same. It was bittersweet in the precious lonely moments where it was needed the most. It was utter bliss as they came back to him unbidden and unexpected, Elrond sunk into the warm embrace of creeping unconsciousness. Deeper and deeper he drifted, not knowing he was taking a path others feared more than understood.

With the shimmering, mournful rays of the moon as it faded through the night, a single tear as clear a crystal, froze upon his cheek in internal remembrance. Darkness slowly, deliberately consuming his heart and soul in a touch of everlasting pain and regret. Elrond was tired, so, so, so weary. He just couldn't force himself forwards anymore, despite the weight of responsibility and duty resting heavily upon his brow in reminding touch. Lord Elrond's breathing grew faint during the passage of night where the briar roses of bloodied red that he loved so much, curled anxiously around his ankles, crept like vines across his feet, twined through his legs, hips and encircled wrists in an all encompassing embrace. Leaves of gold, red and bronze fell from the heavy boughs of a large and heavy tree where Elrond lay beneath. Raining down from above in a shower of earthly wailing sorrow were the leaves he had admired not long ago in his thoughts.

Amin hiraetha, amin lle mela sal'. A'mael hini. Forgive me for not being able to say goodbye Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen...

"Please, Adar. Please! Come back to me. Do not leave now, you are the only one keeping me here. Please Adar!"

A mournful voice whimpered and cried out in ultimate despair. Arwen's frantic cries brought no response but they echoed helpfully throughout the halls of Homely House. Carried and tied themselves upon the winds where the palpable sorrow of the Evenstar in mourning for her beloved father was stained richly in despair. So loud and pronounced was her scream of despair that it could be heard nearly a league away. Lord Elrond of Imladris in his current state did not stir but two others did, two souls very close to home without knowing the circumstances of the tears and cries ringing in their ears.

Two brothers, equal in strength, equal in looks and stature and riding side by side on iridescent white steeds stilled instinctively at the heart wrenching cry. There was but a few leagues to their home when the mournful cry of the wind howled in their ears, identical sets of grey eyes turned towards the shadow their home cut in the side of the mountains and cast upon the Ford wandering into sight. A tone of panic instil in their hearts, urging their horses forward at a pace they had not taken in a long time.

We should make haste brother, the air stirs foul with our sister's grief.

Elrohir, who had been caught up in his own deep seated fear, leaned against the warm neck of his stallion and nodded to his brother. Concern nearly causing him to bite through his tongue as his heart was assaulted by his brother's voice echoing through his mind. Elrohir struggled with his emotions, shivering at the wind biting through his cloak. Between him and his brother, he had always been the one more sensitive to emotions, especially his own. At his sister's cry, Elrohir felt his heart nearly stall in his chest. His heels digging into the flanks of his faithful companion as he urged him forward swiftly and affectively.

Aye, Gwanunig-nin.

Openly cursing his grandmother Galadriel for keeping them to their offered duty in Lothlorien for so long, Elrohir shared a disconcerted glance with his beloved twin in a passing moment. He did not mind helping with containing the spread of Orcs and running off the dangers encircling the Golden Woods but Elrohir did mind when Galadriel kept them back purposefully when they should have returned home sooner, especially since she had forced him to look into her mirror. For the distortion of time in the woods, and their year and six month stay there, Elrohir was well aware that many winters had passed already throughout the valleys of Imladris before their arrival home. Just like now, the snow clouds were rolling in from the south and brought with it a biting chill. It was not a comforting thought.

The trickle of the Bruinen was sluggish and dejected, flowing stutteringly across the pebbles and rocks with halting steps as the dismounted in front of the arched doorways of their home. It was the second alarming indication that something was very wrong, as the state the once vibrant city was in, was now depilated and bleak in their eyes. It was frightening Elrohir and he instinctively pressed closer to Elladan's side, fearing and suspecting the worst. He could not find it in himself to protest when warm fingers twined through his and tugged him through the arched doorways into the oblivion of emotion beyond.

The doors swayed open silently at their approach, as if sensing their clear distress and need to enter. However, not a single guest or servant of the Homely House came out to greet them and those who they so wanted to see were not there when they must have seen them coming. It was enough to instil a new form of panic through Elrohir's limbs, a sensation that slowed his movements and stilled his tongue in a silent, internal scream of panic. Luckily it was Elladan that called out to the household. Dragging his nearly catatonic brother up the stairs and not even pausing when Elrohir's palpable panic was eating away at both of their carefully constructed control.

Please, please, please find them brother, please I beg you. Find them. Elrohir whimpered, his heart beating painfully against his chest as the chill he had been fighting off for weeks on the road, crept across his limbs and strong will at a rapid pace. He wanted to stop, knowing that if he saw their father and sister gone as well, he would definitely Fade in the next ten hours. For there was nothing tethering his soul to this realm if not for the promise of seeing his father again. He needed to know that his Adar still wanted him, still loved him and had waited for them to return.

"Adar?! Onoone?! Are you well?! Where are you? Adar! Are you here? Please answer! I can sense your presence..." Ellandan's frantic calls bounced from the hallways, ringing loudly in the twins ears as they scaled the stairs towards their father's quarters in unsettled haste. Elrohir flinched at the deafening sound, clasping his brother's fingers tightly in his hand the further they went in, finding nothing but empty and stripped rooms the deeper they travelled.

Brother please, stay with me. Don't panic now, please. Elladan's frantic call to Elrohir, made the emotionally distraught elf come back to himself, even though he was numb to the world, at least he was more aware of his immediate surroundings. His brother's concerned touch against his forehead and incessant tug of his hand, dragged Elrohir forwards before he could collapse to the floor from sheer panic and internal pain. What was it that he was feeling? Nothing had been confirmed yet, but Elrohir felt as if his very essence was slowly leaking out of his skin and it would not return without a fight.

He could do nothing more than follow his brother blindly, feeling like a marionette puppet pulled along with strings. A painful, stubborn ache built blindingly behind his eyelids and with every step he was forced to take, Elrohir was forced to exert all his strength to just keep up with brother's pace. The youngest of the two twins haltingly followed, seeking comfort from Elladan than wanting to discover the truth of the situation. He prayed silently to the Valar that his worst fears were not going to realised the deeper they travelled into their stately house. For now there was only but a bleak hope for finding anyone in the desolately empty hallways and crumbling rooms.

When they finally reached the top floor, both of them could clearly hear their sister's sobbing and frantic cries drifting into the hallways from the eastern garden terrace. Elladan wasted no time in dragging Elrohir behind him, tugging him towards the sound even if twin seemed to have become paralyzed with his eternal terror and despondency. He could sense the frantic race of thoughts running uncontrolled through his brother's mind and wanted nothing more than to stop and pull Elrohir into his arms. Yet, he found he just could not do it. Elladan had to know what was happening, especially since Elrohir seemed to fall into a dangerous relapse he had been living through the night just before they left for home.

It was not even five breaths later before Elladan was forced to halt his steps. A whoosh of air whistling past his lips, a gust of warm air spilling from the very depths of his lungs in a rush of surprise and concern. Keeping his hand precariously clamped around his brother's wrist, Elladan pushed his brother behind him. Instinctively shielding him from the sight that his emotionally darkened eyes caught a mere glimpse of. The eldest of the two shuddered with the sensation of his heart plummeting through an open chasm on the floor. His soul tugged painfully against the confines of his body, almost as if it wanted to fly in fear and never return.

Chocking back his own cry of grief when grey eyes rested upon the still form of his beloved Adar, Elladan felt his whole world and reason for existence crumble around his feet. The Lord of the Valley was so pale, so deathly still in his quiet slumped where he was lain upon a stone bench. Basking beneath the early rise of dusk and kneeling at his side, was his younger sister crying out in her misery. There was no one to answer her cries and no one to help her move away from where the briar wreaths, diligently protecting their father's body, cut into her fair skin with bloodied touch. It did not seem that she even noticed the pain she was causing herself in her grief.

"Sister Arwen? Just what has happened? I do not..." Elladan trailed off suddenly, wincing visibly at the resounding wail of despair cutting through the early morning air from directly behind him. Elrohir precariously slipped around his brother's slackened grasp, leaving Elladan with nothing to do but watch in concern as his reach to catch Elrohir failed miserably. His brother merely wriggled out of his grasp, rushing in great haste towards their father's side. Elladan had not even been presented with the opportunity to pull Elrohir into a soothing embrace that would calm both their raging emotions.

Elrohir's awareness of the world around him had completely faded the moment he found himself kneeling by their father's side. He had no inkling as to how he had gotten there or even felt the painful prickle of briar thorns digging into exposed skin and shredding through layers of clothes. Resting his forehead against his father's soft hair, Elrohir inhaled the gentle scent of spearmint and orange blossom curling in the locks that he had always loved so much and found only comfort within. It was not long at all before tears of sorrow graced his ashen cheeks and a broken sob lodged itself in his throat. The Lord's youngest son turned his eyes away from his brother's searching eyes and concerned thoughts pressing against the link that connected their minds.

"Brother Elladan! You finally returned. By Elbereth's grace, you finally returned!" Arwen cried out in surprise as she turned her tear streaked cheeks towards her older brother. Her palpable sorrow visibly paling her skin and hiding her inner beauty from the world before her relief shone brilliantly through the light hidden within her eyes. "I am so glad." She whispered, wiping away her tears with the back of her sleeve.

"Adar will finally awaken. You see he won't listen to me. I am not enough to wake him anymore and it frightens me brother, oh how it frightens me. He just..." She trailed off, turning her eyes back towards her father where Elrohir was leaning against his hair and whispering soft endearments again his elvin ears. As Elladan stepped forward, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder he stilled her frantic cries that soon turned them to sobs of relief. The fear that danced openly in her eyes dulled now as he whispered a soothing endearment in her ear before going to stand behind Elrohir for a brief moment. The oldest of the twins was startled to find that Elrohir had gone eerily quiet with only his trembling shoulders as an indication to his eternal pain. Ashen pale, and freezing cold cheeks were stained with crystal tears of sorrowful pain. It was a sight Elladan had hoped he would never see on his brother's innocent features, and yet now that he did, he felt helpless to still the raging pain ripping through Elrohir's heart.

With a small sigh of despair, Elladan knelt at his twin's side and pressed a small chaste kiss to the very tip of his ear.

"Stay with Adar, melith-nin. I shall only escort sister to her chambers for some rest alright?" Elrohir made no indication that he had heard his brother. With a body that ached with strain and his heart shattering into a thousand pieces, Elrohir could only rest his cheek against the Lord of the Valley's silken hair as he barely controlled the trembles wracking through his tensed limbs. He could not control the bite of his tears as they carved a path of sorrow upon his cheeks and it no longer mattered that his own circlet of mithril was digging deeply into the flesh of his forehead. Elrohir was aware of nothing but his Adar's slow breaths, and the incessant chill rising from his own skin as a soothing but deadly comfort. He did not know what to do or how to deal with it.

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Slipping long fingers through soft silken locks, Elrohir whispered a soft prayer to the Valar to spare their Adar's life before rising to his feet and moving to rest his ear against his father's chest. A small sigh of relief trickled past his lips when he heard the faint but steady sound of a consistent heartbeat.

Whispering a tender plea to the briar winding across his father's body, he was comforted moments later when there was a soft hush in his ear, almost like the whisper of the wind, before the thorny wreath keeping his father prisoner began to slowly unwind their grip. Retreating to their rightful place on the surface of the garden. They left behind red rose petals as the only reminder of their presence and affection towards his father.

Elrohir winced internally at the image it struck, for he had seen the same event occur many times before, where those same briars wound around his father's body and feet when he seated himself in the garden with quiet thoughtfulness. It was almost as if the little sentience the possessed was used to offer a soft comfort when Lord Elrond's thoughts were particularly weary. Nature's embrace had always been close to his father in this valley, seeming to enjoy his inner warmth and offering companionship when his Adar thought no one would notice.

Brushing a stray lock of hair from his father's slumbering forehead, Elrohir slipped his legs over the sleeping figure's thighs and straddled his hips in a more intimate touch. Pressing a kiss of respect to the jewel on his Adar's mithril circlet, Elrohir touched his lips to his father's cooler ones in a chaste kiss. In that moment the youngest son of the Lord of Imladris allowed for a whimper of grief to drift past his defences. He encompassed his soul with the loving memories creeping through his veins that his action brought to the forefront of his mind. In order to keep his shameful tears hidden from sight, Elrohir abruptly buried his forehead in the gap between his father's neck and shoulder. Pressing as close to his Adar's body as the situation would allow, desperate for the touch of warmth and comfort the same position had always offered him when he needed it most.

"Please Adar. Wake up." He breathed through halting pain, allowing his tears to stain the forest green robes beneath his cheeks. "I am so sorry that we didn't return sooner, but you see grandmother kept us longer than we wanted. I-I just can't see you like this, Adar. I-I just c-can't. Elladan and the thought that you were always waiting at home for me has been the only two things that has kept from me Fading." Elrohir's sobbed against the soft flesh. Revelling silently in the scent of his father's robes and hair that curled around his body in overwhelming sensation. He wanted to get closer, to...

"W-we were forced to stay away b-but seeing you like this, knowing the words Elladan spoke to you before we left. I just can't. Please know that I-I never wanted to leave your side, or the comfort of your arms. Please, please I beg you, I beg of the Valar. Do not leave me here. Not all alone again." Elrohir's babbled words, a stream of confessions he had not even know he was capable of saying out loud were now spilling unbidden from his lips as his fingers clenched into the soft robes beneath his hands. Even through the cottony haze that had settled across mind, Elrohir understood the dangerous edge of death he was balancing on and if he did not say the right words or think the right thoughts, his Adar would never return to him. And he knew that he would be following his father into the Halls of Mandos soon. For this time, Elrohir knew that not even Elladan's reassuring presence could offer any comfort to his shattered soul.

"P-please d-don't leave me. P-please. Im meleth lle, Adar." Clenching his eyes shut in pain, Elrohir laid bare his heart and soul for his father in that single moment. Whispering words he had taken for granted for many years, even centuries. For when he whispered them now, it felt like they did not mean half as much as he felt they should. There was little hope that his pleaded words would bring his Adar back from the brink he was balancing upon but through his pain and terror he wished that they could though. With his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts were truly beginning to strain against his chest.

Elrohir could do nothing but sob earnestly when he felt hands, even though cold against the flesh of his neck, wound around his back and pulled him closer to the warm and loving chest he had known as a place of comfort and unconditional love since his birth. Lord Elrond's youngest son cried, not knowing if it was for his unfounded fear or his short lived bliss that could easily be stolen from him. Yet, when that familiar baritone sang pleasantly against his ear, responding to his sincere words of love, Elrohir knew that it was no longer a passing whimsy of his thoughts or a desperate dream clouding his hazed thoughts. It was very real and with the implication it spoke of, before it became a new flood of emotion that left the younger twin weary and worn out.

"Why such grieving tears, a'mael ion-nin?" Lord Elrond inquired gently, his voice caressing his son's ears and causing a shiver of delight to race up Elrohir's spine. A soft whine left his lips when familiar lips brushed chastely against his hair and trailed down to brush softly against the tip of his ear. Tearful grey eyes gazed through heavily lidded lashes at his father's newly opened eyes. A watery smile of contented love tugging at his lips before Elrohir chose to hid his flustered cheeks in his father's neck. It was difficult to hide his sudden flush of embarrassment and even more difficult to ignore the hiss of concern brushing over his head when arms incessantly tugged him closer still. The youngest son of the Lord wished to be nowhere else but where he was.

"Your skin is freezing, Elrohir. How long have you been outside?" The elf in question did not speak, just shook his head in bewilderment. Elrohir did not dare shift a muscle, he only blinked lazily at the note of concern creeping into his father's soothing tone and leaned into the touch when gentle fingers carded comfortingly through his hair. Elrohir was too afraid that if he moved or whispered a word, then his blissful dream would fade and his father would still be deathly pale and lost to the reaches of places he could not follow.

When his father whispered something in his ear to drag him from the recesses of his troubling thoughts, Elrohir reluctantly climbed to his feet despite the uneasiness swaying through his mind and blurring his vision. If it had not been for the thin fingers curling around his elbow, he was sure to have fallen to the ground in an undignified heap. Silently offering a nod of thanks, Elrohir did not protest when his father began leading him away from chill of the outside garden. The constant presence of his Adar at his side, stilled the ache that ripped through his heart and yet, wherever he looked the halls of his childhood home they became blurred and undistinguishable as his heart raced a frantic tattoo against his chest.

"Adar?" Elrohir whispered, leaning heavily against his father's side as a rush of dizziness stabbed against his mind and left his limbs almost unresponsive to his commands.

"Hush, ion-nin. I'm right here. We just need to go a little further." Elrohir nodded, stumbling up the last of the marble steps before allowing a small breath of comforted relief to spill from his throat when sure hands pulled him into a familiar room. Sure and comforting hands pushed him onto the soft sheets of a large and familiar feathery bed. Imbedded within the woven silk and pillows lingered the aroma of his father scent, curling and caressing his skin and slowly lulled his frantic heartbeat and fears. A kiss placed upon his brow drew Elrohir back into awareness when his father's soft robe sleeves brushed across his lips and fingertips followed the same path.

A soft sigh of rapture left Elrohir's lips as he parted them slightly to follow the fingertip with his tongue, accidentally touching the flesh of his father's thumb without meaning to. The simple action though seemed to completely shatter the pensive gaze that had settled across Lord Elrond's features. The whine of bliss echoing through the air brought Lord Elrond back to himself and drove home the reality of the situation. Strangely enough the small unexpected sound calmed his own raging thoughts and concerns. It did not disperse the sensation of Elrohir's alarmingly cold flesh pressing against his fingertips as he traced the delicate flush of a plump cheek. He shivered suddenly at the remembrance of the cries from his youngest son that had swiftly tugged him into wakefulness. He had not expected the familiar weight of a thin body pressing against his, the likes of which he had not felt in many autumns, and the welcoming sensation of affection curling around his heart. It had been a great relief to awaken too only for the moment to be shattered by the icy sensation of Elrohir's skin resting against his chest.

Pulling the warmer sheets across Elrohir's shivering shoulders before slipping the thin mithril circlet from his forehead, Lord Elrond pressed a kiss to the supple flesh where a sapphire jewel had rested moments before. The action causing a small chuckle of delight to bubble from his son's lips, to which Elrond offered a small smile and caressing a smooth cheek. It was a small relief to feel the icy coldness receding.

"Where is your gwanunig, pen-neth?"

"W-went to escort Arwen to her quarters." Lord Elrond nodded, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and worrying the plump flesh between his teeth. He did not want to leave Elrohir alone for long, knowing that once the rapid spread of cold started it only took the smallest of infraction to tip an elf into a dangerous relapse. He had to find Elladan quickly, knowing that having his brother close would help stave off the sudden and quick flash of cold that had settled across Elrohir's skin. In desperation Lord Elrond reached for his own flask of Miruvor and offered Elrohir a drink of the elixir. Pleased that those pale cheeks, ashen before, flushed a blissful pink under the light of the moon.

"I'm just going to find Elladan. Drink all of it, Elrohir. I'll bring you some blueberry wine to warm up. Do want something to eat as well?" Elrohir nodded absently, offering a quiet 'thank you' before curling his long fingers around the flask his father had offered him. To him, the brew tasted sweet and gentle. As if honey had been added for a secret sweet tooth. The warmth it circulated through his cold veins made Elrohir feel better with a clearer mind and more ordered thoughts. He didn't call his father back when a swirl of forest green robes flitted out of his view, but he did sink further into the cushions, exhausted with a small smile tugging at his lips.

Lord Elrond swept through the empty hallways with a purpose only known unto him, a mission he was on to find his eldest child in the shortest amount of time possible. It was in the cellars of the kitchens that he finally found Elladan but before he could call out to him, the warrior had already noticed his father's footsteps and Lord Elrond was engulfed in an all consuming embrace that nearly crushed his ribs. He made a mental note to observe his son's height and strength again for he could not remember a time where Elladan was taller than him. It made the Lord wonder what else he had missed and why he had never noticed it before.

"Oh thank the Valar!" Elladan cried, arms tightening around his father's shoulders in reassurance that he was still there. The eldest of the twins was known to not being able express his emotions and use his words as well as his brother could, yet Elladan was grateful and relieved all the same to see their father had woken up and had not Faded as it had seemed mere moments before. It brought a rush of contentment hastening through his mind, offering a brief reverie where he was not constantly concerned with not only his youngest sister but the state in which he had had to leave Elrohir in.

"I'm glad to finally catch a glimpse of my most beloved sons, Elladan. But can you please tell me why your brother is only but a step away from Fading?" Elladan cringed visibly at the remark, the bottle of blueberry wine he had chosen nearly toppling to the floor from his slackened fingertips if his father had not swiftly plucked it from his hand. Appraising the label on the bottle, the elder of the two elves raised an expectant eyebrow at his elder son, waiting patiently for an answer to his very important question. He was just shy of asking again when Elladan's rumbling voice filled the cellar with lyrical notes of sorrow.

"It happened a week before we left, Adar." Elladan remarked with a pained note, dark grey eyes looking towards the marble staircase in contemplation before resting on the floor. "Elrohir was asked to look into grandmother Galadriel's Mirror. When he came back, he was so pale Adar, he would not even tell me what it was that had upset him so. He even cut off our link that night and I could do nothing but watch as he whimpered and cried through nightmares." Lord Elrond nodded, his footsteps guiding him up the stairs and into the kitchen with uneasy emotions. He had not let Elladan see the flash of anger colouring his eyes darker at the mention of his wife's mother, for many, many years there had always been bad blood between the two families. He could hardly contain the rage that bubbled beneath the surface against the wall of his heart but he had to push it aside in the wake of the situation. There would be time enough to yet learn the whole truth, but Elrohir and Elladan were now his sole priority.

"Where is he, Adar?"

"He is resting in my chambers." The Lord of Imladris answered, absently collecting a small plate of fruit and filling a crystal decanter with the sweetened wine. Hurriedly ushering Elladan towards his private chambers, Elrond deviated purposefully towards Arwen's room to check on her well being. He was glad to find her fast asleep and dwelling in sweet dreams rather than dark memories. After whispering a quite 'good night,' he followed the blazing trail of concern Elladan had left behind in his haste to return to his brother's side. Green robes, those less formal and constructed more for his comfort, trailed on the stone behind him as his hurried steps echoed against the walls. His bare feet silent upon the floors as his hair trailed behind him with the breeze sneaking in from outside.

Once Lord Elrond had stepped through the doors he had certainly not expected the tender sight of a loving kiss shared between his sons to blossom before his unexpected eyes. The passionate sight was not one he had seen for a while, especially not in his bed and on such an emotionally darkened occasion. However for Elrond it brought back fond memories he had thought were lost millennia ago. Memories of passionate times and sweet stolen kisses he too had shared with his own twin, Elros before fate had decided to tear them apart. After a moment of blissful ignorance where neither of his sons noticed his presence, Lord Elrond was forced to clear his throat and raise a questioning eyebrow to his youngest son's abashed flush and Elladan's smug expression.

"Now, now. I am sure you have some patience to spare in the pursuit of pleasure. Knowing both of you and the long road you had travelled. It is most likely you have been skipping out on meals. So first you will eat something and then, well I will let your imaginations free reign." Elrond chastised sternly before pushing a plate laden with fruits and soft bread towards the twins, chuckling delightfully at the sudden bashfulness colouring both their cheeks. It was so like re-experiencing them getting caught sneaking their fist bottle of wine from his personal cellar as young elflings, where their cheeks had been coloured pink with mortification and their eyes still blazed with brave defiance. In the elvin Lord's heart beat a tandem nostalgic memories and the bittersweet taste gracing his tongue in the realization of growing older and older as time eternal marched on.

Lost in his internal reverie, the Pheredhel Lord absently nibbled on slices of honey coated apple, quite happily licking off the last vestiges of the sweet treat from his fingers and lips as grey eyes hooded behind pale eyelids in pure bliss, a small wonder that a moan of delight had not left his lips. It truly felt like a centaury had passed since he had truly tasted the simple bliss of honey and apples, especially honey so sweet and thick. Lord Elrond startled when abruptly Elladan's lips pressed purposefully against the corner of his mouth, an unexpectedly bold tongue lapping at a spot of sweetness he had not even noticed was there.

A soft sigh of contentment passed petal soft lips before he could stall it, and he suddenly found himself became plaint in his eldest son's tender and affectionate hands. Words of comfort and love were whispered in his ear as Lord Elrond obediently allowed his head to fall forward when Elladan pushed him protectively against a warm and welcome shoulder. Sure, gentle fingers reached up to remove the physical representation of his power over the valley, where a stray kiss placed on his hair as his carefully constructed braids and plaits were undone by another set of fingers from behind. The Pheredhel had no idea what the two were planning to do with him but the glint of knowing in their eyes was telling enough that he was not privy to it untill it would be too late.

"Time to lose all your reservations and rank, a'mael Adar. It has been too long since you were offered release from your responsibilities as we offer now."

"Elladan!" The Lord of the Valley gasped indigently, pink colouring high cheekbones at the mere implication. "Now is not the time for this! Your brother is—." His words were abruptly silenced with a groan hitching in his throat as a tantalizing cool forehead pressed against the nape of his neck and following with swift succession, was the sure brush of soft lips and a peak of a tongue leaving a blazing trail of sensation from his shoulder to the tip of his ear. Teeth nibbled at the delectable flesh of his ear, causing a touch of rapture to spike through Elrond's rapidly heating blood. He could barely suppress the moan that lodged in his throat as he allowed his forehead to fall against Elladan's proffered shoulder one more, revelling in the feeling of fingernails raking across his scalp gently.

"I want this Adar." Elrohir breathed into a pointed ear sensually, completely ignoring his brother's chuckle of amusement before allowing the warm rush of his breath to trace a cool caress of air across a sweetened trail of soft kisses he had expertly left behind. They had done this before and knew exactly just how to make their father fall apart at the seams. It was a heady thing to watch, the play of emotion, the initial resistance and then those beautiful features abandoning all restrictions in the rave of rapture and sweet, sweet release. To be able to drown one so powerful and in constant control of his emotions in the baser primordial sensations of forbidden lust, was scorching bliss sweeter than the purest of honey. And the taste of which Elrohir had been needing for a very long time, especially now that he was completely starved for his father's sweet affection.

"Please, Adar. I have wanted to feel your touch for so long. Especially now, knowing that only you can offer me the warmth I seemed to have lost a long time ago." Lord Elrond hissed, nearly missing the plea in Elrohir's voice when Elladan knelt behind his seated form and pressed up against his back. Long, familiar fingers tipped his head back to plunder and seek pleasure within his mouth the Lord was not even sure could be found so vividly with the swipe of a skilled tongue and playfully nipping teeth. A low moan stained the air at the slick and sweet taste Elladan left behind on his tingling tongue. Sweetened with a touch of honey, the eluding taste of buttered bread and an essence that purely belonged only to Elladan. For a moment it completely stilled his protests in revelation of heating pleasure.

"Elrohir Elladan! This is not yet the appropriate time for—." Elrond dissented with increasing difficulty, abruptly silenced again by a vivaciously daring tongue pushing into his mouth before teeth tugged almost painfully at his bottom lip. This time a mortifying whine sneaked past plump lips only to be captured in the caverns of Elladan's mouth. The Pheredhel could not suppress a delightful shudder as Elrohir's lips came into unexpected play and a skilled tongue assaulted the sensitive hollow of his neck before deft hands began disrobing him in a swift and desperate voyage of sensual fingertips and teasing, barely-there rapturous caresses of promised pleasure across his abdomen.

"Oooh! For the sake of the Valar, the two of you are going to be the death of me." Pale grey eyes fluttered closed at the cool brush of fingers teasing flesh revealed moments before. Lord Elrond could no longer conceal his rising desire pulsing against the cotton constriction of his breeches and apparently neither could Elladan and Elrohir when equally stiffened flesh pressed against his sides simultaneously. Identical groans of pleasure ringing sharply in his ear with the promise of more to come. With the two of them, it truly only took mere moments with well placed touches and kisses for the Lord to completely lose himself in the sensations they skilfully offered his affectionately starved body. All of his previous objections were silenced with the promise of unending rapture when restrictive tunics were scattered to the floor by his discarded robe and naked flesh replaced the layer of silk he had lost.

When Elladan suddenly moved away to the other side of the room, Elrond found himself mourning the loss of his presence and the honeyed words whispered in his ear. Grey eyes following the progress of the half naked body moving expertly through his room; the early pink light of approaching dusk playing across golden skin to make it iridescent with inner contentment. The keen loss of warmth of felt was short lived the moment Elrohir twined the fingers of his one hand through his and the sensual fingertips of his other carding through silky hair to tugged his head back.

A lithe, but equally strong body, slipped into his lap. The newly added weight pressing tantalizingly against his hardened flesh and sensitive thighs, yet the Lord felt his breath abruptly stolen from his throat when hips expertly undulated against his hardened arousal in a sensual dance known only to Elrohir. Throwing back his head at the sensation, an impassioned moment of unstained clarity wound around Elrond as he was pushed expertly back onto the soft sheets of his canopy bed.

"Elrohir," The elvin Lord moaned. "Please don't. A-are you sure you are alright pen-neth I..." He was forced to trail off his sentence with a visible wince when teeth sunk painfully into the tender flesh of his neck. A nose borrowing into the side of his neck as an inhale of breath caused a visible shudder through Elrohir's limbs, one the Lord Elrond felt very prominently throughout his own body. He couldn't complain much as he pressed Elrohir's face to his neck and touched his lips to the top of head, his action causing a sigh of relief to caress his skin and arms to wind around his waist.

Raising himself on his elbows, Elrohir hovered over his father's form, gazing deeply into glazed over eyes of grey. Searching, hoping for an answer to his internal battle and questions he could not form in his throat. Yet, when he only saw deep within those depthless pools of emotion were the slow scorching embers of intense love and affection, he smiled softly to himself. It had been a long time since he had seen an expression so crystal clear in his father's eyes, filled with such conviction and will. He was getting drunk at the mere sight it, for the love he had feared he had lost when they had left three autumns ago, was burning with a brighter intensity that he ever thought was even possible.

Fingertips, gentle and soft with the touch of a healer, traced his now burning cheeks before leaning upwards to place rain of butterfly kisses upon soft skin and the very tip of his nose. Appeased by the passion with which his father responded to him, Elrohir reached a state that only drove him further onto the precipice of no return and he enjoyed it, craved it and begged for more. With a frown of grave concern gracing his forehead at the sight of hazed eyes, Lord Elrond desperately wanted pull away and make sure Elrohir was all right when he gave a sharp cry of surprise as his ion-nin expertly lowered his hips and boldly ground their straining arousals together at a torturous pace. He was further pushed into a whimper of bliss when the sensation doubled when Elladan, who had now returned, leaned against Elrohir's back to peer over his brother's shoulder. The collision of flesh swiftly caused the Lord of the Valley to arch his back and rake his nails against the sheets of his bed.

"Easy melith-nin." A voice purred against his ear and Elrond soon found his breath leaving his lungs in a whoosh of air when he was rid of the last vestiges of his dignity and his back pressing against Elladan's chest. Lust darkened eyes watching intently as Elrohir crawled across the distance of sheets with a sensual sway of his hips to settle between his father's legs. After wanting to breathe a word of protest, Elrond was soon silenced with a hot mouth and tongue in his mouth, practically writhing against Elladan when long, calloused fingers, only belonging to Elrohir, boldly curled around the tip of his arousal dragging a corporeal pleasure from his quivering limbs along with a surprised cry.

"Elrohir?!" He yelped, jerking at the sensation of cooled honey dripping down his length. His fingers instinctively buried in ebony locks in search of a moment of reprieve, for inside was such a swirl of rapture and unrequited emotion that Lord Elrond felt as if he was going to shatter at any moment. A howl of pleasure erupted from his throat when a tantalizing mouth sunk down on his length and fingers dipped in blueberry wine traced a path of wetness across his lips and chin. Fingers easily tipping his head back before a different mouth and tongue soon followed the sweetened path of delight. Licking, suckling and nibbling at the delectable offering before his mouth was sealed and potent alcohol now dripped across his tongue.

A chocked cry left his lips as Elladan pulled back and raked blunt nails across the hardened pebbles on his chest. A breath hitched almost painfully in his chest as slick fingers circled and teased his entrance before pushing inside, stretching and massaging the passage inside with sure and knowing strokes.

"Relax Adar, I promise I won't hurt you." His nails dug into Elrohir's scalp, pulling at the long strands in hopes of grounding himself and finding better control over the sudden tension erupting across his body. His mind went completely blank at the rush of prickling pain and unexpected pleasure at the sensation of being filled and stretched. It had been perhaps more than a century since he had taken up such a submissive role and yet for a moment he drowned in the potent sensation of giving over his complete control. It was a heady mix of rapture, uncertainty and endless affection.

"Elladan, please." Lord Elrond pleaded for more, biting his bottom lip until he tasted blood to stave off an abrupt cry when Elladan brushed up against something inside of him that sparked vivid colours exploding behind closed eyelids. He fell lax against Ellandan's strong shoulder, a shudder of absolute ecstasy racing up his spine when a second finger joined the first. A groan spilling into the air as Elrond forced Elrohir to let go of his hardened arousal, for he knew if it was a second longer he was going to truly lose himself to the unending sensations.

"Sit up," He instructed gently, carefully manoeuvring himself out of Elladan's lap to kneel on the bed and lean down to tease the succulent flesh of Elrohir's navel and hips. Sucking in a sharp breath of surprise when Elladan ground his fingers against the sweet spot inside of him, Lord Elrond was grateful for the distraction Elrohir proved with the prominent arousal teasing his lips, smearing bittersweet droplets of ecstasy on the tip of his tongue. The sweet cry of pleasure licking at his ear the moment he repaid his beloved back in kind, was the sweetest form of music he had heard in a long time. It wasn't a surprise as Elrohir had always possessed a beautiful voice but in situations like these, it became quite extraordinarily sinful to listen to.

With teasing tongue and suckling lips Lord Elrond brought forth bliss and enjoyment, the likes of which Elrohir had not experienced for a while as he impatiently dug his nails into his father's scalp. Hanging precariously on the edge of forcing his father to take him deeper into his mouth or riding out the gentle ripples of pleasure pleasantly licking at the edges of his consciousness, left the youngest twin breathless and reeling in several emotions. His eyes never left his father's beautiful features, drinking in the erotic sight splayed in from of him. He had never seen his Adar like this, in complete abandonment and blissful enjoyment especially when Elladan retracted his fingers and slowly but carefully replaced them with his hardened arousal. The sensation proving too much for the elder elf as it caused a moan to be muffled against his sensitive skin.

Leaning on his elbows, he drank in the sight spread before him. It was erotic, forbidden and caused all the vestiges of cold creeping into his veins to vanish into thin air. It made him wonder why he had felt so cold in the first place when something as warm and saccharine as this was only a few inches away from his curious, lust darkened eyes. He gently carded his fingers through his Adar's hair, enjoying the way stormy grey eyes hooded behind pale eyelashes and he slid his mouth further onto his length. Completely welcoming Elrohir into the warm recesses of his mouth and skilful tongue.

"You are teasing Adar," Elladan murmured into his father's ear, losing himself in the sensation of the warm plaint body tightly clenching around him and arching into the grip on his hips. His words eliciting a chocked moan from the powerful Lord as he pressed back against Elladan’s arousal, his brother's length briefly popping out from the warm mouth it had been nestled within. A low groan of enjoyment reverberated through the air as his long delectable neck was thrown back in pure abandonment. Briefly observing Elrohir's darkened eyes, Elladan offered him an encouraging smile before guiding his father's head back to where it could be put to pleasurable use. He keenly mourned the loss of delicious sounds staining the air but enjoyed the obvious flash of pleasure in his brother's eyes and the doubled sensation trickling in through their link.

"I'm going to move now, do not let Elrohir go. See how he enjoys watching?" Elladan purred, leaning down to press a kiss between two bony shoulder blades whilst tenderly brushing a stray lock of hip length black hair over his father's opposite shoulder. Pure pleasure racing through his veins when he set a deep but steadily controlled pace, like the one he knew drew Elrohir insane with pleasure. He had not been joking when he had said Elrohir enjoyed watching, he could feel those lust darkened eyes upon them. Drinking in every detail, living himself into every thrust, climbing higher and higher together towards the astounding precipice that awaited them but was just out of reach.

"Adar please," Elrohir breathed through a hitched breath, it was becoming too much. He too wanted a taste of the forbidden, a touch of his father's flesh but he was captive to the mouth that was keeping him hanging on a thread of rapture with skilled tongue, certain pace and then nudged him over the side with a teasing unexpected nip. His hoarse cry called out to his two companions as their slow sensual pace suddenly faltered and became frantic and ragged, pulling each other further and further to that point where there was no return.

Elrohir watched, captivated as his father's lithe body arched back, the pale flesh of his neck exposed to the night before teeth sunk into the offering, driving both of them over their edge of consciousness. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen and something he was not going to easily forget.

A low howl of pleasure, coupled with a long groan of satisfaction, brushed against his ears as he was imprisoned by his father’s the look of abandoned pleasure twisting his usually stoic features. It made Elrohir release his own sympathetic moan, reaching forward to cup his father's features and languidly explore his mouth as he went limp and fell into waiting arms.

This was sweet bliss the likes of which he had not felt for a very long time, the likes of which he was not going to be giving up soon and which he too would explore later that day, for Elladan was not supposed to have all the fun. They were twins, equally shared and equally loved.

No, it was far from being over.

0oooooo00oooooo0

"Adar? Are you awake?" Elrohir asked with concern, tucking a vagrant strand of hair behind a pointed ear with unknown purpose. When there was no response he sighed dejectedly and cuddled up to the warmth radiating from his father's chest. It did nothing to quell his sudden panic when he had awoken to find Elladan gone and his father so deeply asleep that it was an image reminiscent of the one in the garden. He had been awake for an hour now, not being able to sleep as he tried to decipher what had happened in those precious few moments when he had seen his father's form resting so unnaturally still on the stone bench. It was a sight that haunted him and caused him to shiver.

It had been just like he had seen in Grandmother Galadriel's Mirror and now he wondered if what had happened earlier was not just a passing fantasy running through his mind; that his father was really Fading and would never return to this world. He bit back a whimper when Lord Elrond did not stir at his calls, the panic building in his heart.

"Adar please wake up." He whined, fingers cupping flushed cheeks and brushing his thumbs across closed eyelids, the action not stirring a single reaction. Elrohir could not explain the fear creeping through his veins and the panic that ate away at his soul. He knew was afraid - desperately afraid as his newly tear drenched cheeks shone brightly in the late afternoon twilight.

Why hadn't Adar woken already? Elrohir had been so relieved when he was awake and happy hours before but now, but now it was like the same darkness spreading through his veins all over again. A darkness of terror he could not control or stop without help. Suddenly shivering in cold, Elrohir absently tugged the blankets closer to his body. This had been all a dream hadn't it? Adar hadn't forgiven them their harsh words and he would never be accepted again as his father's beloved son. Biting back a sob, Elrohir tried his best to not alert his brother to his mental state whilst trying to manage his wavering and out of control emotions.

"Im meleth lle." He chocked, burying his nose against the naked skin of his father’s chest. "Please do not leave yet." It would not do for anyone to see his shamed features in the face of the rejection he felt shooting through his veins, so Elrohir attempted to hide as much as he could. His newly trembling limbs soon stilling as that aching cold spread through his veins. What was wrong with him? Why was it hurting so much? The endless questions remained unanswered for a while yet as he devilled in his darkening thoughts.

"Elrohir pen-neth? What is the matter? Why more tears, are you not glad?" The youngest of the twins only sobbed harder at the sounds of his father’s voice, his blunt nails digging into the sheets as he fought for control he no longer had. What now? How was he going to apologize for everything that had gone wrong or even for the pain they had caused him?

"W-what we said...w-we did not mean it. I-I still love you, Adar. Please do not leave me, I cannot be...." The air was thick with his unspoken words and the tension of what he had said but Elrohir immediately felt at ease when long familiar fingers carded through his hair and rubbed soothing circles on the naked flesh of his spine.

"I have long since forgiven your words, Elrohir. It was not what had pushed me so close to Fading, it was rather not knowing if you and your brother would return to me alive. Words are just words, ion-nin. They may hurt and sting and be cruel but the love I bare for you, the both of you, are stronger than a single sentence spoken in anger.” Lord Elrond assured.

“I can understand your anger too Elrohir, you did not wish to see your mother replaced by a new lover and you thought me going to Mirkwood was for that reason. I promise you, a'mael ion-nin, it was not so.”

“ I went to help an injured elf recover from his wounds, yet before I could explain to the two of you, you had already left in such a hurry. But it matters not now, for I have all my children with me and we can finally cross the ocean together. That is all that matters to me. So please do not cry, do not despair for I will never willingly leave you behind or push you away." Lord Elrond promised. Elrohir on the other hand nodded, closing his eyes for the first time since he had awoken with broken emotions and a more relaxed disposition. Fingers pushed up his chin to place a kiss to his lips, brushing away the evidence of his tears before Elrohir found something else stirring inside of him again. Something stronger than the tingle of sweet affection.

He gifted his father with a crooked smile before hovering over his father's warming body, revelling in the feeling of slickened and sticky flesh pressing against his.

"Can I have a chance to play Adar?" Elrohir begged playfully, nibbling at the tip of a pointed ear as his fingertips explored the sensitive torso just beneath his reach. It was unfair that Elladan had gotten all the time to play and he had watched, not that he minded watching but he too wanted abandon himself to the pleasure that was spread before him willingly.

"Where is Elladan?" Lord Elrond squirmed beneath the body of his youngest son, moaning at the sensations racing through his body once again. Not quite understanding how these two could arouse him in such short periods of time.

"In the baths. He will be a long time still." Elrond moaned, barely even hearing the answer before throwing his head back in rapture as a stream of curses left his throat in rumbling tones of his voice.

"He is not going to like being left out." The Lord of the Valley pointed out, hissing when his newly awakened arousal was encircled in elegant fingers and teased expertly. What else could he do but enjoy the shivering rapture, his limbs were too weak to truly fight back and he saw nothing wrong with another bout of play. The only problem, Elrohir had always been the more energetic of the two and he was in for one hell of a ride. How could this child, with not a taint of age and sorrow upon his innocent brow be so devious and demanding in bed? It was a conundrum he could not understand.

"I do not care." Elrohir chuckled deviously, his thumbnail pressing into the weeping slit of his father's arousal.

"You two are as sure as Elbereth's existence going to be the death of me yet."

Translations:
Adar – Father
Amin hiraetha, amin lle mela sal'. A'mael hini. – I am sorry, I love you still. Beloved Children.
Gwanunig-nin – My twin
Onoone – Sister
Melith-nin – My lover
Im meleth lle – I love you (although it is translated as an improper phrase)
A’mael ion nin – My beloved son
Ion-nin – My son
Pen-neth – Little one
Pheredhel – Half-elf

I think that is everything, let me know if I left anything out and if you enjoyed my first LOTR fic, I certainly enjoyed writing it with such detail.

Thanks again

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