Chapter 2 - Plans Gone Awry

Elladan was practically dizzy with delight; he squirmed and snorted
as Elrohir relentlessly tickled him, pinning him to the ground and
playfully torturing him.

"Caro lle anna vi?" (Do you yield?) Elrohir asked as he nibbled the
point of his brother's ear

"Im innas al!" (I will not) Elladan playfully growled as Elrohir
continued his assault on his brother's neck and ear. "Ai, Elrohir!"
He barked as fresh peals of laughter emanated from him.

Elrohir chuckled and held his brother's wrists, pinning his arms down
and straddling him, holding him to the ground. He looked around
quickly, perusing the trees and brush that surrounded them and saw
that they were alone. "Ssshh!" He commanded.

Elladan quickly grew quiet and whispered, "What is it, gwanur?"

"Do you hear that?" Elrohir asked.

Elladan furrowed his brow and listened intently. "I hear nothing."

A wicked smile crossed Elrohir's lips, "Exactly. We are alone,
gwanur."

Elladan laughed softly and whispered, "We may not be for long……"

Elrohir began to slowly rock his hips against his twin as he dipped
his mouth to his ear once more. "The prospect of getting caught
doing something we should not do is exciting, is it not?"

Elladan moaned softly and whispered, "Mmm…… yes it is." He blinked
slowly, breathing deeply as he felt the first stirrings of desire
inside him. "Lle úthaes nín, gwanur." (You tempt me, brother.)

"Caro im?" (Do I) Elrohir cooed. He slowly caressed the curve of his
twin's ear and gently suckled the tip. "Mmm…… you taste so good,
Elladan. I could live off the taste of you."

Elladan sighed and laughed softly. "That is doubtful, Elrohir,
though the thought of it is quite pleasing."

Elrohir's lips moved from his brother's ear along his jaw line. He
teased the soft skin beneath his brother's chin before pulling back
and gazing into his darkening pewter eyes. He gently caressed his
face, running his fingertips across his forehead and soft eyebrows,
along his cheekbones, down his nose and over his full lips. "Lle naa
vanima, Elladan." (You are beautiful) He whispered.

Elladan sighed and smiled at his brother, "As are you, gwanur."

Elrohir dipped his mouth to taste his twin's, gently teasing his
mouth open with his tongue and softly entering its welcoming warmth.
He kissed his twin slowly, relishing his taste, his warmth, the way
he yielded ever so softly. He moaned quietly into the kiss as he
felt Elladan's hands slide across his tunic, one hand traveling to
grasp his buttocks, the other combing through his hair. He felt his
twin's legs slowly fall apart as Elladan wrapped one around him,
drawing him closer as he rolled his hips down into his brother.

They broke from their kiss and Elladan whispered, "Amin mela lle,
Elrohir."

Elrohir sighed and nuzzled his neck, "Amin mela lle, Elladan."

* * * *

Orophin crouched behind his brother in the tree, watching the twins
with intent. He reached out and pulled Rúmil's hair aside, his lips
caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck. Rúmil's breath
caught as he watched the twins sharing an intimate moment. Their
soft sighs and moans were hopelessly arousing, and the feel of
Orophin's lips upon his neck nearly drove him to distraction.

"They are beautiful to behold." Orophin whispered in his brother's
ear.

Rúmil sighed, "Yes, one can almost see the love pass between them."
Rúmil felt his arousal begin to swell inside his leggings and he
moaned plaintively as he closed his eyes. "Orophin, saes, aníron
lle..." he whispered. (please, I want you)

Orophin chuckled against the soft, wet flesh of the back of his
brother's neck. "Again?"

A plaintive whimper escaped Rúmil's lips and he moaned. "Always……" He
heard a low rumble come from deep in Orophin's throat, and he leaned
back into his brother's embrace, closing his eyes and surrendering
his body to his skillful touch.

* * * *

Glorfindel lay on his stomach on the large bed, his hands folded
comfortably under his head. He smiled as he felt Haldir's soft lips
caress his back, running over his shoulders, down the small of his
back and over his firm buttocks. "Hmmm…… that feels nice, melethron."
(lover)

"You taste good, maethor nín, (my warrior) ripe and juicy like a
fresh peach." Haldir growled playfully. He slid his tongue teasingly
into the cleft between the warrior's buttocks. "I hunger for you."
He nipped at the Eldar's buttocks and the warrior barked in surprise,
then laughed softly.

"Well now, we are playful this morning. What has gotten into you,
Marchwarden?" The Vanya purred as his lover continued down his body,
kissing and caressing the backs of his thighs, the indentation behind
his knees, and his sculpted calves.

Haldir smiled as he lifted one of the warrior's legs, caressing his
calf before moving to his foot. "Well, Vanya, I cannot help it if I
have an appreciation for beauty, and you are truly beautiful." He
placed kisses on the sole of the warrior's foot, watching him tremble
with delight, then slowly, sensuously took Glorfindel's toes in his
mouth, one at a time, suckling them and caressing them with his
tongue.

The Vanya slowly began to shift his position, his arousal swelling
against the soft bedding as he took a deep breath. "You had better
not be on duty this morning, melethron, for you are starting
something that will take some time to finish." He growled.

Haldir chuckled, and drew his tongue down the length of the sole of
the Vanya's foot before making his way back up the warrior's legs,
pausing to knead the muscles of his buttocks and tease his entrance
with his tongue. "Ai, Glorfindel, I can never get enough of you." He
whispered huskily.

Glorfindel sighed and smiled as he arched his back. He rolled to his
back and pulled the marchwarden on top of him. "That is just how I
would have it, a'maelamin, for I cannot get enough of you either."
He ran his hands into the archer's silver hair, pulling him into a
heated kiss. He thrust his tongue into the welcoming heat of
Haldir's mouth, plundering its deepest recesses as he moaned into the
kiss. He rolled his hips upward into his lover's groin, sliding his
rigid arousal against the marchwarden's.

Haldir pulled back from the kiss and stared into the warrior's
deepening azure eyes, eyes that had seen so much, eyes that had been
witness to incredible joy and incredible pain. He caressed the
Eldar's face with his strong hands, smiling gently at him as he ran
his thumb over Glorfindel's lips. "Amin mela lle, Glorfindel." He
whispered. He found that he trembled slightly as the words crossed
his lips, words that he had never uttered to anyone other than his
brothers.

The Vanya smiled and cupped Haldir's face. "Amin mela lle, my
beautiful Haldir." He whispered in return. He felt the tension leave
the archer's body as Haldir lay his head beside his own. His lover
wrapped one leg around him and smiled, holding him close and feeling
for the first time, that he did not ever want to let him go.

"Caro mîl enni, Glorfindel." He whispered. (Make love to me)

Glorfindel smiled and rolled on top of the warrior. "It would be my
pleasure, meleth nín." (my love)

* * * *

Elrohir moaned softly as his twin's hands slid across his bare chest
and he arched his back, pressing his chest into Elladan's hands and
mouth. He uttered a plaintive moan as Elladan nipped one taut nipple
and he felt his brother's hand slide down his muscled abdomen and
over the rise in his leggings. "Avo daur, saes……" (Don't stop,
please) he pleaded, his breath coming in ragged waves as he tangled
his fingers in his brother's hair. Elladan was relentless, sucking,
licking, kissing; his hands were everywhere, his mouth everywhere,
Elrohir was on fire with want and need.

Elladan growled, "Aníron lle, Elrohir." (I desire you) He loosened
the laces on his brother's leggings and slid his hand inside, taking
Elrohir's heated length in his hand and stroking it slowly,
teasingly, as he watched his twin writhe beneath him. "I so love
seeing you this way, gwanur, so shamelessly wanton, so completely
undone."

"Take me, Elladan." Elrohir groaned. "Fill me, claim me, saes……" He
pleaded breathlessly.

Elladan stripped Elrohir of his leggings and held two fingers out to
him, moaning as his twin took them into his mouth and gazed at him
seductively as he swirled his tongue around them, thoroughly wetting
them before allowing him to take them away. Elladan leaned over his
twin, his hair and cloak shielding Elrohir from view as he slid his
fingers inside his twin's trembling body. He softly kissed the tears
of love and want that flowed from his eyes and whispered words of
love into his ear as he stroked deep inside him. He moaned as he
listened to Elrohir moan his name over and over, like a song sung to
a lover. "Amin mela lle, Elrohir, always." He whispered, withdrawing
his fingers and replacing them with his rigid arousal.

Elrohir arched his back and groaned as he sheathed his brother in his
body, catching Elladan's hand as it caressed his cheek and drawing
his fingers into his mouth again, suckling them and kissing his palm
as he rode his twin's thrusts.

Elladan reached down and grabbed Elrohir's arms, pulling him up so
that his twin sat straddling him. He grasped Elrohir's face in his
hands as he thrust up into his velvet heat, whispering words of
passion and devotion against his lips, promising to love and protect
him until the end of days.

* * * *

Orophin held Rúmil in his lap, precariously balanced on the branch
they sat upon. He nuzzled and kissed his brother's neck, teasing the
soft skin behind his ear, and stroking Rúmil's muscled torso. Rúmil
strained to hold still, to keep his balance as his brother tormented
him. He was transfixed by the twins, watching them couple beneath
the shade of wisteria. He gasped as Orophin's strong hands slid
inside his leggings, and trembled as his brother took his hardened
length in his hand, slowly stroking it, teasing his engorged flesh
until he thought he would die of need. He wavered on the edge of
climax, never quite crossing over, never quite finding release. He
could feel Orophin's arousal pressing into the cleft between his
buttocks and he imagined his brother's silken length sliding inside
him, stretching him, opening him, claiming him. He leaned his head
back against Orophin's shoulder and whimpered. He heard Elladan cry
out softly with his climax. He shifted to reach behind him, to take
his brother's length in his hands, when he suddenly slipped.

"Ai!" He twisted as he slipped from Orophin's grip.

"Rúmil!" Orophin cried as he lunged forward, catching his brother's
wrist in midair. Rúmil dangled in the air as Orophin held him.
Orophin hung upside down, his legs wrapped around the tree branch.

* * * *

Elladan quickly wrapped his cloak around his brother as his dark eyes
searched the trees for the origin of the sound. "It is Orophin and
Rúmil, I heard their voices."

Elrohir struggled into his leggings before more elves arrived. "They
were spying on us." He chuckled. "It seems our Lórien brothers'
tastes are more interesting than we realized."

The twins emerged from beneath the wisteria, Elrohir tugging down on
his tunic, trying to conceal his still erect desire. He pulled his
cape around him as two more Lórien elves arrived to discern the cause
of the commotion. They were dressed in the familiar gray garb of the
marchwardens, and they were looking up into the trees with amused
expressions.

"Is there something we can help you with, Rúmil, Orophin?" the taller
of the two blonde elves asked dryly, his green eyes sparkling with
bemusement.

"Aye, Melaphríl," came the strained reply from Orophin. "A little
assistance would be nice."

"How did you get into such a predicament?" the other elf asked,
moving to stand beside Melaphríl as he gazed upwards, shaking his
head in open amusement at the sight of both Lórien elves dangling
helplessly from the tree. He glanced at Elladan and Elrohir, who were
struggling to contain their laughter, neither of them succeeding.

Rúmil avoided his gaze, but flushed with embarrassment, trying not to
struggle in his brother's grip, although his arm was beginning to
ache from being dangled. He glared at the two Peredhil who had the
nerve to laugh at them.

"Never mind, Galen," Melaphríl said with a chuckle. "Let us help our
fellow wardens out of the tree. Then perhaps they can explain to us
how they found themselves in such a position."

Elrohir snorted behind his hand, shaking his head. Elladan was bent
double, his hands resting on his thighs as his shoulders shook with
his laughter.

"If you do not mind," Orophin said through gritted teeth, his
shoulder's throbbing from Rúmil's dangling weight. "Could you hurry?
I would prefer not to drop my brother, but I do not know how much
longer I can hold him."

Chuckling softly, Melaphríl searched the tree for the ladder that the
brothers must have used to reach their lofty perch and did not see
it. "Orophin, where is the ladder?"

Orophin groaned, mentally cursing himself for what he had thought, at
the time, was a good idea. The slender rope ladder was coiled on the
branch well past where his legs gripped it, and definitely not within
reach. "I cannot reach it," he called down, tightening his grip on
his brother. "You will have to climb up to get it."

Melaphríl nodded, uncoiling the length of rope he wore at his side.
He handed one end of it to Galen, who quickly wrapped it around the
base of the tree, before handing it back to his friend. Melaphríl
tied the ends together, so that the rope formed a loose loop, and
placed his boot against the base of the trunk, leaning his weight
against the rope. Holding the rope with both hands, he began to
slowly climb, sliding the rope upwards with each careful step, his
weight against it holding him in place.

Elrohir nudged his brother slightly and rolled his eyes upwards at
Rúmil. The Lórien elf's tunic had ridden up, showing the flat muscles
of his stomach, as well as a rather noticeable bulge in the front of
his leggings. Elladan snickered behind his hand, shaking his head. It
was all too easy to picture what had happened to cause the current
turn of events.

Melaphríl reached the branch that Orophin dangled from and pulled
himself up easily. He quickly unrolled the rope ladder and let it
drop over the side, before turning to help the brothers. Wrapping
both legs securely around the branch, he leaned forward and grasped
Rúmil's arms just below Orophin's hands and pulled. Together, they
managed to pull the red-faced elf back up onto the branch, Orophin
shaking slightly as he pulled himself upright behind his brother.
Melaphríl studied them both a moment, and shook his head.

"I would love to know how this happened," he said calmly, eyeing them
both with a shrewd and knowing gaze. "But I will not ask, since you
most likely will not tell me the truth anyway."

Orophin cleared his throat and managed to look the other elf in the
eye. "We would appreciate it if this did not get out."

Melaphríl's golden eyebrows rose, and his green eyes sparkled with
mischief as he leaned forward, his face inches from Rúmil's. "And
just how much," he said slowly, his eyes flicking to
Orophin's, "Would you two appreciate it?" he finished softly.

Orophin felt his brother tremble against him and he gave Melaphríl a
frown. "What are you asking?" he said finally.

The green-eyed elf gave him a slow smile. "A little quality time this
evening, perhaps, with your brother?" His fingers reached out and
brushed Rúmil's cheek gently, raising the younger elf's gaze to
his. "But nothing that you do not consent to," he added softly,
watching the blue-gray eyes widen slightly in apprehension.

Orophin felt a surge of jealousy and resisted the urge to knock the
older elf out of the tree for his presumptions. Rúmil was his! He
bit back the sharp retort that rose to his lips, knowing he could say
nothing that would not reveal too much about the nature of his
relationship with his brother. Instead, he replied, "That is for
Rúmil to decide."

Elladan and Elrohir glanced at Galen, who was leaning against the
base of the tree, his arms folded as he looked up and watched the
scene unfold above them. His lips were curved in an amused grin. The
day was getting more and more interesting.

Rúmil looked at his brother uncertainly, wishing he could communicate
without words the way Elladan and Elrohir seemed to be able to. He
did not want word of this embarrassing situation getting out; he
especially did not want Haldir to find out. But he did not want to
betray his brother.

"Surely there is something else," Orophin finally said, reading the
look in Rúmil's eyes and loving him all the more for it. He gave
Melaphríl a hard look. "My brother's affections are not to be taken
lightly."

"All the more reason," countered the green-eyed elf. "For me to want
him. Come, Rúmil, speak. Is my offer that abhorrent to you? Am I not
fair enough for you?"

Rúmil swallowed. "You are fair enough, for certain," he said quietly,
and sighed. "Very well." He felt Orophin stiffen in indignation at
his back and gave his brother an apologetic look.

"What about my silence?" Galen called, smirking up at the trio in the
tree, and Melaphríl laughed, moving gracefully towards the ladder.

Orophin sighed, glaring down at the other elf. "What do you want?" he
asked shortly, knowing it would take an supreme effort not to resort
to kinslaying if the miscreant below asked for his brother's favors
as well.

Galen eyed him boldly, and grinned. "You, meldir. Tonight." (friend)

He felt Rúmil silently seethe beside him, and sighed. "Fine," he
said, wishing he could take his brother in his arms and give him
comfort. He shifted his gaze to the Peredhil and sighed again. "I
suppose you both will want something as well?"

Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads in unison.

"Nay, meldir," Elladan said softly, his face uncharacteristically
solemn. "We do not ask a price for our silence."

"It will never pass our lips," Elrohir added in agreement. Both felt
that the brothers were being unfairly taken advantage of by Galen and
Melaphríl, and Elrohir heard his twin's silent thoughts about what
they should do about it. Though Orophin and Rúmil had consented, the
twins knew that the brothers' hearts belonged to one another, as did
their own.

Orophin regarded the two suspiciously for a moment, then nodded. "Le
hannon," (Thank you) he said, before rising and following his brother
down the ladder, sighing heavily when he reached the bottom. The day
had started out so well, he thought glumly. He did not want Galen,
his heart ached for Rúmil.

Melaphríl and Galen took their leave with pleased and confident
smiles, nodding politely at Elladan and Elrohir as they passed them.
The twins watched them go with speculative eyes, and glanced at each
other, their thoughts passing without words. After a moment, they
both smiled, and stepped forward together to speak with Rúmil and
Orophin.

"Did you enjoy what you saw?" Elladan asked coyly, noting the bright
flush of crimson upon Rúmil's face and the scowl that crossed
Orophin's.

"To what are you referring?" Orophin asked with indignation.

Elrohir chuckled and leaned in. "Come now, Orophin. Unlike
Melaphríl and Galen, we know EXACTLY what was going on in that tree."

Rúmil shrank back against Orophin's chest as Elladan's fingers
lightly traced his jaw. His body might have betrayed him and leaned
forward into that seductive caress had his brother's hands not held
his shoulders steady.

Elrohir's hands slid around Elladan's waist as he leaned into him and
whispered, "We understand exactly how the two of you feel and would
not see those feelings led astray, nor would we interfere or cause
trouble."

"We have a proposition for you," Elladan said to them.

Orophin silently groaned, thinking that he should have known that the
twins' earlier promises had been too good to be true.

"It is not what you are thinking, meldir," Elrohir said, seeing the
brief flash of anger in Orophin's eyes. "We do not think your
rescuers played fairly."

"Aye," Elladan continued. "And we have a plan that, if all goes well,
will relieve you and your brother of your promise to them."

Rúmil looked at Orophin before glancing back at the twins. "What is
it you propose?" he asked hesitantly.

Broad smiles mirrored each other as Elladan and Elrohir began to
explain their plan.

Chapter 3 - Best Laid Plans

Melaphríl hummed softly as he braided his hair, smiling at his
reflection in the mirror. He could not believe his luck. In a matter
of hours, he would have Rúmil, breathless and eager in his arms. He
could not contain his excitement at the thought, and he felt himself
grow hard beneath the soft material of his robes. He imagined what it
would be like to press kisses against Rúmil's sweet mouth, to hear
his cries of passion as he gave into his body's desires wantonly, his
fair face lost in need.

The note from the elf lay folded on the table beside his bed, and his
eager fingers reached for it, reading the words in graceful script
Rúmil had written.

Meet me in the glade by the river at sundown.
-Rúmil

Melaphríl chuckled softly, and plucked a bottle of wine from the
cupboard behind his bed. It would not hurt to ply the sweet elf with
a bit of spirit of the grape before he seduced him.

And then possessed him. Utterly.

As the sun began its descent, the green-eyed elf made his way towards
the river, a confident smile playing about his lips.

< > < > < >

Galen tucked the note in his tunic that told him when and where to
meet Orophin, before making his way down the ladder from his talan,
his thoughts turning speculatively to the evening of delights that
awaited him. He had no thoughts of seduction in mind. He knew Orophin
well enough from serving with him on the fences, and he knew that the
elf was no stranger to a casual tumble. Truthfully, that was all he
sought in this encounter, to find if there was any truth behind the
rumors of Orophin's prowess. The elf was uncommonly fair, surpassed
in beauty only by his brother, but the younger elf was not to Galen's
taste at all. He preferred his lovers to be like himself, bold and
sure. Orophin had held his interest for quite some time, and he
considered himself lucky that the opportunity had presented itself
the way it had; it was a chance to take what he wanted, without the
risk of his proposal being rejected.

Aye, at least for this night, Orophin would be his.

With a smile of anticipation, Galen made his way towards Orophin's
room.

< > < > < >

Orophin pulled Rúmil into his arms, rolling them both onto the twins'
bed, hearing his younger brother's soft laughter as his fingers
sought the more ticklish areas on his body.

"Ai, Orophin!" Rúmil laughed breathlessly, writhing to get away from
the ticklish onslaught, helplessly trapped beneath his brother's
weight. "Saes!"

"Caro lle anna vi?" (Do you yield?) Orophin queried, his eyebrows
rising playfully as he wormed his fingers under Rúmil's tunic,
hearing Rúmil's breath catch as his hands stroked the flat muscles of
his brother's stomach, his caress teasing instead of tickling.

"Aye," Rúmil breathed, his lithe body arching slightly under his
brother's caress. "I do."

Orophin leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his brother's belly,
his tongue flickering out to taste his warm flesh, before drawing
back. His eyes met Rúmil's as his fingers drew slow and careful
patterns across the smooth skin beneath his brother's tunic. "Aníron
an caro mîl," (I want to make love) he said huskily, his throat
suddenly tight with emotion, filled with a sense of nearly
overwhelming love and tenderness for his brother. "Will you let me?"

"Aníron lle," (I want you) Rúmil whispered, reaching up to stroke
Orophin's cheek. "So much, gwanur." His lithe body trembled slightly
as he wet his lips with his tongue, struggling to speak. "Caro mil
enni." (Make love to me)

Orophin placed a tender kiss on his brother's stomach, and drew away,
reaching for Rúmil's boots and sliding them off his feet. "I want to
do this right," he said softly. "Elladan and Elrohir have given us
this time alone, and I want to do this right."

Rúmil sighed with pleasure when he felt his brother's hands rubbing
his feet, his fingers kneading into the high arches with firm and
knowing touches. It was a simple caress, but pleasurable nonetheless,
making him feel both pampered and cherished.

"Even your feet are lovely, gwanur," Orophin murmured, his fingers
sliding up the lean and elegant arch of his brother' s foot. He heard
Rúmil's soft chuckle and looked at him with a smile. "What, does that
tickle?"

"Nay, gwanur," Rúmil's laughter trailed off into a sigh. "I just
never have considered my feet the way you do."

"Hmm," Orophin replied, lightly stroking the long and graceful
toes. "Well, they are lovely. As is every bit of you." He dropped
his hold on Rúmil's feet and crawled up the bed to reach for the
laces of Rúmil's leggings, untying them with nimble fingers. He could
see the very obvious evidence of his brother's arousal pressing
against the soft material, and he resisted the urge to stroke it,
instead concentrating on divesting his brother of his clothing one
piece at a time. Rúmil shivered in expectation beneath him as his
long hair trailed over the smooth muscles of his thighs, using the
silky length of it to tease the sensitive skin.

Rúmil groaned softly at the sensation of Orophin's long hair trailing
over his legs, brushing teasingly over his arousal, tormenting the
hardened flesh with its softness. Lean fingers stroked a slow path
down his thighs, kneading the firm and well-developed muscles of his
calves, before retracing their path upward, stopping just short of
the base of his arousal.

Orophin heard his brother's soft whimper of disappointment as his
hands left their exploration to undo the clasps and ties of his tunic
and he smiled with pleasure. "I will not be rushed this time, meleth
nín," he said softly, sliding the fabric from his brother's shoulders
to reveal his lithe but well-muscled chest. "I want to savor this
moment and you, for the gift it is." He dropped his head and licked
a wet path across Rúmil's chest, his mouth hovering teasingly just
above a hardened nipple.

"Ai, melethron," Rúmil whimpered quietly. "You torture me."

Orophin's tongue flicked out against the stiffened peak and his
brother arched in response, his hands flying up to grasp his head and
pull him closer, wanting more than just the teasing caress. Gently,
but firmly, he removed his brother's hands and placed them at his
sides. "Let me love you, gwanur," he said softly. "Let me treasure
you my way."

Biting his lip, Rúmil nodded, wadding his hands into the bedclothes
to keep them still. Orophin rewarded him with a kiss that left him
breathless.

"Lle naa vanima, (You are beautiful) Rúmil," Orophin said huskily,
nearly undone by the sight of his brother's flushed and trembling
body beneath him. "Aníron lle, (I want you) so much, so very much."

"Do not make me wait too long," Rúmil pleaded softly. "Saes, meleth
nín (Please, my love)."

Orophin stretched his length out over his brother's body, settling
his still clothed form between his brother's thighs, and rocked his
hips slowly against Rúmil's, and bent his head to claim his lover's
lips. Rúmil's mouth opened eagerly under his and he felt the first
brush of his tongue against his with a delicious shudder. His hands
lightly explored the planes and contours of Rúmil's face and neck as
his mouth moved over his brother's possessively, swallowing the low
moans and cries his lover made in response to his caresses. His
arousal throbbed almost painfully behind the tight confines of his
leggings as he ground their hips together, and Orophin found it
difficult keep his control, wanting nothing more than to claim the
sweet body that arched and trembled so invitingly under his. He left
the warmth of Rúmil's mouth reluctantly to trail kisses across his
neck, licking and nibbling the soft and sensitive flesh beneath his
ear, before taking the tip of it between his lips.

Rúmil was lost in the sensations, his body aching, on fire with need
as his lover continued the slow and leisurely torment of his senses.
He gasped, crying out wordlessly when Orophin's hand finally touched
his length, gripping with a sure touch that had him groaning with
pleasure. His brother's mouth left the sweet and nearly unbearable
torture of his ear and he sighed as he felt Orophin move lower on his
body.

Orophin's mouth explored every inch, savoring the unique taste that
was wholly Rúmil's as he licked a trail across his neck and chest,
his lips fastening on a hardened peak as his hands continued to
stroke his brother's length, moisture from his lover's arousal making
the flesh slick against his fingers. He moved lower, his tongue
laving a path across the silky skin of Rúmil's stomach, and he heard
his brother's keening moan when his lips touched the weeping tip of
his arousal.

"Saes!" Rúmil pleaded, his head tossing against the pillows as he
felt the warmth of Orophin's breath caress his aching length. "Im
baur!" (I need)

Rúmil's whispered pleadings enflamed him, and he took his brother's
length in his mouth in one swift stroke, swallowing his hardness and
taking him as deeply as he could. He felt his lover's body arch
beneath him, hips lifting in supplication as his mouth slowly worked
the length between his lips. He relished the soft cries his brother
gave in response to his caress and opened his mouth wider, his hands
gripping the lean thighs that trembled against his fingers.

"Orophin!" Rúmil cried out, his brother's mouth driving him to the
edge of his release. He felt the soft and careful touch of Orophin's
fingers against his opening and shuddered, crying out wordlessly as
he spilled his seed deep into his brother's throat.

Orophin swallowed, tasting Rúmil's salty and sweet essence as it
flooded his mouth, taking care to catch every drop as his lover's
keening moans filled his ears. His fingers rested just against the
opening of his brother's body, but did not press inside. He did not
want to rush, wanted to savor the experience, wanted his brother well
and truly prepared before he claimed his sweet body with his own.
Rúmil twitched slightly when he let his softening length slip from
his lips, and he gave a long, shuddering sigh.

Rúmil lay, feeling boneless and weak as he felt his brother's weight
leave his body. His eyes opened partway as he watched Orophin
undress, his gaze lingering with hunger on his lover's beautiful
form. His desire was momentarily sated, but he felt it growing within
him once more as he saw the hardened length jutting proudly from his
brother's hips. His breath caught in anticipation when he saw
Orophin reach for the small vial of oil on the bedside table.

Orophin settled next to his brother's body and looked at him, his
fingers stoking his chest lightly. "Aníron lle," he murmured, his
eyes raising questioningly to Rúmil's. "But not if you are not
ready." He smiled tenderly, his hand rising to touch his brother's
mouth softly. "I would never willingly hurt you."

Rúmil caught his hand and pressed a kiss against his fingertips. "You
will never hurt me, gwanur," he whispered, his desire quickening once
more. "Amin mela lle, Orophin. Caro mil enni, make me yours." (Make
love to me)

Orophin bent his head, his lips softly touching Rúmil's. "Amin," he
whispered. (Mine)

"Lle," (Yours) Rúmil replied, pressing his lips against his
brother's. Their tongues met in a velvet tangle as Orophin deepened
the kiss, pressing his mouth harder against the softness of Rúmil's
lips. He felt his brother's hands tentatively stroke his chest and
groaned softly, the sound muffled against his lover's mouth.

Orophin raised his head, running his fingers across his brother's
kiss-swollen lips. "On your knees, gwanur," he said softly, knowing
the discomfort would be less for Rúmil in that position. The time
would come later when he could hold him beneath him, for now, he
knew, it was the best way.

Trembling with anticipation, Rúmil complied, feeling his brother's
hands stroke his back as he pressed his head against his arms,
spreading his knees further apart at the gentle pressure from
Orophin's hands.

Orophin was nearly undone by the sight before him, and he felt his
brother quiver when his fingers lightly brushed between the soft
cleft of his buttocks. Setting the oil carefully on the bed, well
within easy reach, he leaned forward, his tongue caressing the dimple
at the base of Rúmil's back, just above the smooth curve of his
cheeks. He heard his brother's low and breathless moan as his tongue
flickered teasingly along the line that separated his buttocks,
before gripping the soft mounds with his hands and spreading them
gently to reveal the small opening there.

Rúmil gasped and shuddered when he felt the first soft and wet touch
of his brother's tongue against his opening, arching his back against
the sensation, his now-hardened arousal throbbing against his
stomach. He whimpered softly when Orophin's tongue penetrated him,
and he rocked his hips against the touch, opening himself wider to
his brother's exploration. A low moan escaped his lips when his
lover's tongue left him, and he heard the vial of oil being opened,
the first trickle of slippery liquid spilling between his cheeks
leaving him breathless and anxious. Remembered pain and pleasure made
him tremble, his uncertainty warring with his need when he felt his
brother's fingers touch him once more.

"Tell me if I hurt you, gwanur," Orophin whispered huskily, coating
his fingers liberally with the oil before pressing them against the
small opening to his brother's body. He reached between Rúmil's
thighs and lightly stroked the length of flesh he found there, before
sliding a single finger into the tightness of his lover's body.

Rúmil whimpered at the combined sensation, the discomfort and the
pleasure a heady mixture that filled him with a burning need. His
head dropped against his forearms as he moaned, feeling his brother's
finger slide slowly in and out of his body.

Orophin dropped a kiss on his brother's back, feeling the tight
muscles relax gradually against him as he continued his
ministrations, waiting until he heard another keening moan escape
Rúmil before adding a second finger.

"Ai!" Rúmil cried, his breath quickening as he struggled to accept
the slightly larger invasion. He felt his brother pause, and he
turned his head to meet Orophin's look of tender concern. "Avo daur,"
(Don't stop) he whispered huskily.

"You are certain?" Orophin bit his lip, continuing his strokes to his
lover's length.

"Uma," (Yes) Rúmil whispered, closing his eyes. "Aníron lle."

Orophin needed no further encouragement from his brother, and he
resumed his careful preparation of his lover's body, his fingers
gently stretching the tight muscles, scissoring within the heat,
spreading the oil deep inside of him. His fingers sought and found
the sensitive spot within Rúmil's body and lightly brushed against
it, smiling when he heard his brother's startled gasp of response.

Rúmil shuddered, his breath coming in quick gasps. "Do that again!"

"This?" Orophin's long fingers brushed his brother's mark, and he was
rewarded with a groan of pleasure.

"Ai! Yes!" He rocked his hips back, rising up on his hands as his
back arched, nearly screaming in pleasure when is brother's fingers
touched that spot within him again. "Orophin!" He quivered, nearly
undone, when he felt a third finger press inside of him, sliding into
his body and opening him even more.

Orophin's hand left his brother's length to coat his own arousal with
oil, his fingers still working slowly in the tight confines of
Rúmil's body, pressing deeper, bringing steady and breathless cries
of passion from his brother's lips. "Are you ready, meleth nín?" he
whispered, watching the lithe body sway, narrow hips flexing against
the steady thrust of his fingers, wanting him so badly he could
hardly stand it.

"Saes, meleth nín," Rúmil's eyes fluttered shut, his head rolling
back against his shoulders as he surrendered to the magic of his
brother's touch. "Lle maba, Orophin." (Take me) He trembled with the
sudden loss of Orophin's fingers, feeling empty and aching as they
left his body. He felt the tip of his brother's arousal press against
his opening and could not help but tighten against it, both wanting
and fearful.

Orophin felt his brother's body tighten and he stroked his
back. "Shh, gwanur," he whispered. "I will not hurt you, I swear."
Slowly he pushed against the tight ring of muscles that endeavored to
keep him out, a low moan escaping him as his brother's heat enveloped
his length.

Rúmil bit back the whimper that rose in his throat as his brother's
hardness filled him, the oiled flesh sliding with agonizing slowness
into him until he felt the soft touch of Orophin's thighs press
against his. It hurt almost unbearably, yet it felt so good, so
right, to have his brother sheathed within him this way.

He rested against Rúmil, stroking the trembling back, waiting for his
brother to adjust to his length. A light sweat covered the pale skin,
and he heard his lover's ragged breaths as he struggled to accept him.

"Amin mela lle, Rúmil," Orophin said softly, trailing soft kisses
across the back of his neck and shoulders. "So much, so very much."
His hands left their place at his brother's narrow hips to slide up
his chest, drawing Rúmil up so that he knelt, the line of his
buttocks curving against his thighs. His arousal twitched inside its
tight confines, and a soft gasp escaped his brother's throat as
Orophin turned his face to kiss him.

Rúmil leaned back against his brother's chest and turned his head to
meet Orophin's kiss, the pain beginning to fade as his body adjusted
to the length that impaled him. He moaned softly into his brother's
mouth as he felt him move their bodies slowly together, Orophin's
muscled thighs flexing as he carefully moved inside him. A strong arm
held him across his chest as Orophin's hand slid down his stomach to
grasp his length, his slow strokes timed with the subtle movements of
his hips as he moved his length into him.

The tightness was exquisite, and the soft moans his brother made was
music to his ears as he carefully thrust within his heat, his
movements controlled and slow. He wanted it to last - never wanted it
to end, loving the feeling of Rúmil in his arms, his length buried
deep within his brother's body. From the tightening of muscles and
the rising urgency of Rúmil's moans, however, he knew that his
brother would not last long. He pressed his lips against Rúmil's ear
and increased the pace slightly, his thrusts a little more forceful,
his strokes to his brother's length a little faster.

Rúmil shuddered, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, no longer feeling
anything but the delirious sensations his brother gave him. His head
rolled back against Orophin's shoulder, his mouth opened as he gave
voice to his pleasure.

"Ai, yes," Orophin crooned, his lips touching his brother's ear as he
saw his eyes flutter shut, his moans coming louder as his release
grew near. "Come for me, gwanur. Let me see you." He angled his
thrusts slightly, striking the hidden spot deep within Rúmil's body,
and was rewarded with a loud and keening cry. "Yes!" he whispered,
loving the beautiful and wanton way his brother arched against him,
his length stiffening in his hands as the warmth of his seed spilled
over his fingers.

"Orophin!" Rúmil cried, shuddering his release, feeling his brother
bury his length deeper inside of him and welcoming the mixture of
pain and pleasure. He heard Orophin's hoarse cry echo his and felt
the warmth of his brother's release fill him with its heat. His eyes
were closed as he struggled to catch his breath, and he felt the
sweet press of Orophin's lips against his neck, his brother's hands
softly stroking his hair away from his face.

"Amin mela lle, gwanur," Orophin whispered, holding his brother
tenderly against him, his face buried in the curve of Rúmil's neck,
his strong arms wrapping around his lithe form and cradling him.

He sighed, feeling his brother's heart beating against his back,
loving the feel of having him so close. "Amin mela lle, Orophin." he
murmured, opening his eyes slowly, turning his face to look at him.

Orophin's embrace tightened for a moment, before he pulled away, his
length leaving the warmth of his lover's body. He lay down on the
bed, pulling Rúmil down beside him, cradling him against his chest as
his breathing gradually slowed. Rúmil's arm lay across his stomach
and he heard his brother give a soft sigh.

"Are you well?" Orophin asked softly, lifting his head slightly to
look down at his brother's face.

A slow and contented smile crossed the younger elf's features. "Aye,
gwanur," he replied, blinking up at him sleepily.

Orophin smiled, his fingers gently brushing a lock of hair away from
his brother's face. "I did not hurt you too much?" he asked
hesitantly.

"You did not hurt me," Rúmil replied, stretching his lithe form
catlike, practically purring with contentment. He rolled his eyes up
at his brother and smiled. "It was wonderful."

He let out the breath he did not realize he was holding, and echoed
his brother's smile. "That it was, meleth nín, that it was." He drew
his arm around Rúmil's slender shoulders and hugged him close,
dropping a soft kiss on his temple.

Rúmil chuckled softly, his fingers drawing idle patterns on the
smooth skin of his brother's chest.

"What is it that you find so funny?" Orophin asked, his lips curving
slightly.

"It is only that I no longer wish any revenge against Elladan and
Elrohir," he replied, rolling to his stomach and propping his chin on
his hands, his eyes meeting Orophin's. "Instead, we are in their
debt, for if it were not for them, I would be fending off Melaphríl's
advances, and you would be doing the same with Galen."

"Aye," Orophin agreed with a smile. "And we would not have had this
time together, alone."

"I think, then, that we owe them something for this," Rúmil
continued, his fingers brushing lightly over Orophin's nipple,
smiling as it hardened beneath his touch.

"What did you have in mind, gwanur?" Orophin asked, his breath
catching as Rúmil's fingers explored him, teasing his nipples gently.

"Hmm, maybe a little of the same," he replied, rolling his eyes up at
his brother and grinning slyly. "I think they would appreciate the
opportunity for some time alone to enjoy each other, the way we have."

Orophin nodded, batting his brother's teasing hands away with a mock
scowl. "I do not think you are ready to start things again so soon,
tithen gwanur." (little brother) He raised himself up on his elbows
and thought for a moment. "I know just the place," he said finally, a
slow grin crossing his features. "They will not be bothered there."

Rúmil's eyebrows rose. "Where?"

Orophin laughed, his fingers tracing the edge of his brother's
jaw. "Remember the glade we discovered on our last hunting trip
together? We could take the twins hunting, and leave them alone for
a day or so." His smile turned mischievous as his fingers danced
lightly over Rúmil's lips. "You and I could guard them from any
interruption."

"And also enjoy a little time alone ourselves," Rúmil added, placing
a kiss on Orophin's fingers. "You are clever, gwanur."

"Only because you inspire me, my sweet Rúmil," Orophin said softly,
his breath catching when his brother's tongue flickered out to tease
his fingertips. He drew a ragged breath. "You must stop that," he
admonished lightly when Rúmil took his fingers into his mouth and
sucked them greedily.

"Why must I?" Rúmil replied, his hands sliding slowly across
Orophin's chest.

"Because I will take you again if you do not. You are far to
tempting, meleth nín," came the breathless reply.

Rúmil's head lowered and he deliberately licked the tip of a hardened
nipple, his fingers dancing lower on his brother's body. "Then take
me, gwanur," he whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. "I am
yours."

< > < > < >

Elladan regarded his reflection in the mirror, smiling with predatory
intent.

Elrohir leaned back upon Rúmil's bed watching his brother with
admiration; no one was better at seduction than Elladan, and his
elder twin had taught him all he knew. He felt his arousal twitch
inside his leggings as he gazed upon his brother, and his tongue
darted out to wet his lips as he rose from the bed. "That it were me
you were so bent on torturing this evening, gwanur." Elrohir
whispered into his elder brother's ear.

Elladan turned and faced his brother, gently caressing his face and
running his thumb across his full lips. "My heart belongs to only
you, you know this, Elrohir."

Elrohir smiled and whispered, "Aye, I do. But, I cannot help but
feel envy for one who takes even one minute of your time from me."

Elladan smiled in return. "I intend to finish what we started this
afternoon, melethron nín. (my lover) You know I would never
intentionally leave you so wanting."

Elrohir sighed and leaned into his brother's caress, pressing a kiss
to his hand before continuing, "It could not be helped, a'maelamin
(beloved). We were interrupted."

Elladan slowly tangled his fingers in his brother's hair, pulling his
head back to expose his neck. "That we were, gwanur," he whispered
against his brother's neck, "or I would have feasted upon your beauty
for hours." He drew his tongue along Elrohir's jugular as he felt
his brother tremble in his arms. "Who do you love, Elrohir?"

"Lle……" came his whispered reply.

"Who owns you, Elrohir?"

"Lle……" Elrohir moaned, his trembling fingers resting upon his
brother's tunic.

"Aye, tithen gwanur, I do." Elladan growled into his brother's
ear. "As you own me." He drew his tongue along his brother's ear
and whispered. "Two souls, two hearts, forever joined, forever
entwined. That is who we are, Elrohir, we belong to one another."

"An uir……" (For eternity) Elrohir whispered.

Elladan turned his head to look into his brother's eyes whispering
against his ripe lips, "An uir……" He pressed a heated kiss to his
brother's lips before withdrawing. "Come, gwanur…… we have an errand
to complete."

Elrohir smiled wickedly, "Aye, gwanur."

They turned and departed the talan, taking their separate paths.

* * * *

Elladan stalked down the path to the glade, smiling to himself as he
approached the designated meeting place. He spied Melaphríl standing
in the glade, holding the bottle of wine. He could not blame the elf
for being taken with Rúmil's sweet beauty, but he was angered at the
way he went about procuring it. He closed his eyes for a moment,
remembering Rúmil's lithe, yielding form, his soft skin and musical
sighs, that addictive tight heat and trembling acquiescence when he
finally gave in. He had been nearly as beautiful as Elrohir, though
not as haunting, not as enslaving; at least not for him. He had an
inkling of what had passed in Orophin's mind, and his heart. Orophin
now knew what it was to taste forbidden fruit, to love one that
belonged to him, yet would be denied if their love was to be
discovered.

He set his jaw and smiled evilly as he stepped out from cover of the
trees, stalking toward his unwitting pray, fingers playing about the
length of rope that hung beneath his cloak. He adopted his most
innocent expression as he approached, smiling and clasping his hands
behind his back.

"Mae Govannen, Melaphríl. `Tis a fine night for a stroll through the
Golden Wood."

Melaphríl started and turned to face the Peredhil, all elves were
quiet, but the twins seemed exceedingly good at creeping up on
others. He stammered his reply, "Mae Govannen, my Lord. What brings
you this far from the city so late?" He nervously looked around, if
Rúmil were to approach now then he may be frightened away from their
meeting place.

Elladan smiled bewitchingly, "Nothing in particular, my feet just
seemed to lead me here; finding you here is a bit of a surprise,
meldir." He reached up and trailed his fingers along one silvery
braid. "I must say, you are exceedingly handsome in the starlight,
Melaphríl."

The Silvan elf swallowed. He absently found himself wondering if the
twins practiced in the black arts, for he found himself unable to
tear himself away from that seductive pewter gaze.

Elladan looked at the ground, spying the bottle of wine and he
smiled. "Are you expecting someone, Melaphríl?"

Melaphríl shifted nervously, breaking Elladan's hold upon his gaze
for just a moment and looking around anxiously. "Um, well, yes I am……"

Elladan raised his hand and turned his face to his own, his pewter
gaze once again locking onto Melaphríl's. "Aaahh, yes, your little
rendezvous with Rúmil. I had forgotten." His fingers trailed along
the Silvan elf's jaw. "While I agree that Rúmil is quite fair, I am
sorry to inform you that you labor under a false impression."

Melaphríl frowned and replied, "What impression, my Lord?"

Elladan began to slowly circle him as he licked his lips. "That the
young marchwarden is an innocent. I can tell you with all certainty
he is not."

Melaphríl trembled beneath the Peredhil's gaze, feeling himself like
an innocent elfling. "How do you know this, my Lord?"

Elladan smiled and stopped behind him, his deep voice wafting into
the elder elf's ear. "It was I who took his virginity. Would you
like to hear about it?" He leaned in and whispered, his warm breath
fluttering against the curve of his ear. "How I sheathed myself in
his trembling body, how he cried out my name and pleaded with me not
to stop?" The elder elf moved to leave and he caught him by the
arms, pulling him back against his chest. "You would like that
wouldn't you? To have that same experience, to have that power over
him. I am afraid, meldir, this is not your night. Nay, it is mine,
for it is I that will have power over you. You see, I am gifted with
my grandmother's sight, and I see what is in that fearful heart of
yours Melaphríl. I see how you seek the company of young ones, so
that you may possess them on a whim, bend them to your will. What
you do not realize is that there is equal power in yielding." His
hand drifted down Melaphríl's chest, fingers dancing over the rise in
his leggings. "I think it is time you learned to yield, meldir."

Melaphríl's heart stopped in his chest and he began to tremble in the
Peredhil's arms. He opened his mouth to protest but found words
failing him as he was lead back toward the tree line and pressed
against a tree. He felt warm, ripe lips caress the curve of his ear
and his traitorous body responded, his arousal hardening almost
immediately to Elladan's touch. He croaked out a reply as the
sensual onslaught continued, "Saes, hir nín, Im……" (Please, my Lord,
I..)

Elladan chuckled as his free hand deftly untied the rope that hung
from his belt. "You what, meldir?"

"I do not…… I do not…… I am……" He moaned as he felt the Peredhil nip his
ear and he closed his eyes, feeling his resistance waning. He
imagined it was much the same when Elladan took Rúmil, only he was
not an inexperienced youngster.

Elladan growled into Melaphríl's ear, "What you are, Melaphríl, is a
miscreant who needs to be taught a lesson." He quickly bound the elf
to the trunk of the tree, tying him tight so that he could not
escape. "One does not procure affection through the use of
blackmail. What you did to Rúmil was shameful, and now it is time
for you to pay the price for your actions."

Melaphríl barked and tried to escape, but it was too late, the
Peredhil had caught him off guard. He struggled against his bonds
but his arms were pinned to his sides and he was unable to
move. "How dare you!" he snapped.

Elladan sat back upon a rock and chuckled. "How dare I? Now-now,
meldir. This is not good sportsmanship…… you wanted to play the
game. It was you that started this, do not be such a poor loser."
He casually regarded his fingernails as he continued, "You sought to
gain the comfort of Rúmil's body through less than honest means, and
you fully and willingly yielded to my touch, no matter what your lips
did to the contrary." He sighed, "Now it appears you are caught in a
web of your own deceit. What are you going to do now?"

Melaphríl's face was flushed with a mixture of wanton need and stark
humiliation. He struggled once more before releasing a deep breath
and resigning himself to the fact that he had been bested. "You are
right, my Lord. I did desire Rúmil's company and sought to get it in
a less than honest way. I am at your mercy, my Lord."

Elladan leaned back upon his hands, crossing his ankles and cocking
his head, regarding the Silvan elf with some curiosity. "Hmmm…… I
wonder if your apology is sincere. Tell me, meldir, what did you
think was going on in that tree before you arrived?"

Melaphríl squirmed against the tree and his face flushed again at the
thought. He had a pretty good idea of what had been happening, and
when the brothers consented to his request he was sure he was right.
He cleared his throat and began to reply when Elladan cut him off.

"Never mind, you need not say the words for I see your
thoughts. `Tis a pity you can't read mine, I think you would find
much of interest there." He smiled wickedly. "Had I the
inclination, I would devise a punishment for you that would be beyond
your wildest imaginings…… but for now, I am content to wait."

Melaphríl swallowed. He wondered how one so young could have
developed such tastes so soon in life. "Content to wait for what, my
Lord?"

Elladan smiled again. "For your partner in crime, of course."

* * * *

Elrohir leaned back upon the head of Orophin's bed, propped up
against thick pillows, wearing tight black suede leggings and a pale
blue tunic. He crossed his legs and smiled, eagerly awaiting his
prey.

Galen entered the nearly dark talan after knocking quietly upon the
door. As he entered, he saw what he believed to be Orophin's strong
form resting upon the bed, the dark obscuring all but the outline of
his form. "So, meldir, ready for me so soon?" he purred. He watched
as legs uncrossed and arms outstretched for him, and he placed the
bottle of wine he had brought with him on the floor. He crawled
across the bed and lowered himself upon the strong form when he saw
it, a luxurious length of sable hair lying against the pale cloth of
the tunic.

He gasped in surprise and moved to rise when he was effortlessly
flipped to his back and pinned to the soft bed. "Disappointed?" the
deep voice purred.

"What…… what are you doing here?" Galen struggled fruitlessly against
Elrohir's weight. "Where is Orophin?"

Elrohir chuckled, "Orophin is otherwise, engaged…… he asked me to
entertain you for the evening." He lowered his face to the Silvan,
noting the bright red hue of his cheeks; he breathed deep, taking in
the scent of the struggling marchwarden and smiled. "Mmmm……. I smell
fear, and a little something that smells like…… desire?"

"Ai! Release me, Elrohir, I do not consent to this." Galen growled.

Elrohir smiled his most bewitching smile and growled. "Nor do I
believe Orophin consented to spending the night with you, or at least
he would not have if not coerced." He nuzzled the marchwarden's ear,
feeling him falter in his struggle for just a brief moment. "What is
it, Galen? Do you not find me desirable? I can assure you, my
skills as a lover are finely tuned." He drew his tongue along the
marchwarden's jaw. "It is not my way to take one by force, or by
deception. If you truly do not want me, then say so, I will release
you."

Galen moaned quietly, his traitorous body overriding his mind.
Visions of sable hair tangled in his fists, that deep melodious voice
moaning his name, thrusting into that tight willing body crowded his
thoughts. "I…… I……"

Elrohir chuckled and lifted his weight from the marchwarden. "You
wish to use me as you would have used Orophin, do you not? That,
meldir, is reserved for another, not for you." He quickly flipped
Galen to his stomach.

The marchwarden barked in surprise and began to struggle but it was
too late. His wrists were bound behind his back and before he
realized it, his ankles were quickly tied as well; a gag was stuffed
into his mouth and bound there.

Elrohir chuckled, "I really must have a talk with my Grandmother
about the conduct of her guard, it is really quite shameful." He
rose from the bed and opened the door in the floor of the talan,
placing the trussed marchwarden upon the dumb-waiter and hopping on
board with him, using the rope and pulley to lower themselves to the
ground.

* * * *

Elladan occasionally tormented his prey, keeping him just on the edge
of arousal until his brother arrived. Elrohir came huffing into the
clearing, carrying a bound and gagged Galen over his shoulder.
Elladan smiled as he turned to help his twin, removing the gag from
Galen's mouth and drawing a finger along his twin's jaw. Elladan's
fingers trailed through Elrohir's unbound hair and he smiled at his
younger twin, aching to press a kiss to his mouth, to stake his claim
to those ripe lips in front of their prey.

Elrohir smiled. "This one put up a bit of a struggle."

Elladan smiled in return, his fingers moving from Elrohir's hair to
his cheek. "Mine did not, unfortunately."

Elrohir leaned into the caress and spoke softly, "That is because you
have superior powers of seduction, gwanur."

"Strip his tunic, and prepare him, gwanur." Elladan purred,
reluctantly turning from his brother to his own quarry. "Now,
Melaphríl, for a lesson in seduction and humility." He pressed a
bruising kiss to the marchwarden's lips, smiling inwardly at the
plaintive moan that issued from him as he unlaced his leggings. He
head the groan and huff of Galen as his back impacted the tree and
heard his whimper as his brother teased him to full arousal. Elrohir
quickly untied Galen's wrists and caught them as they sought his
body, turning the elf to face Melaphríl. The twins forced them
together and tied them tight, both bare chested, with leggings
unlaced, and hopelessly aroused.

Elrohir chuckled, "You will find it less stimulating if you cease
your struggling. Someone will be by soon to release you. However,
if you seek release from your torment, I suggest you get to it…… you
do not have much time."

Elladan leaned in and in an authoritative voice growled, "You will
speak naught of what you witnessed today in the mellryn grove, nor of
what you suspect of Orophin and Rúmil, nor of myself and my brother.
If you do, details of how you came to be here will be embarrassingly
revealed and our grandparents will know of your treachery. Is this
understood?"

The two Silvan elves nodded silently and gulped.

Elrohir smiled broadly and chuckled. "Excellent, then we will leave
you to it…… good night." He placed his arm around Elladan's waist and
they grabbed the bottle of wine Melaphríl had brought, leaving the
grove together.

Chapter 4 - Misunderstandings and Miscomprehensions

"Why are we walking so far out of the city?" Haldir inquired of his
lover, his eyes roving over the warrior's muscular form.

Glorfindel smiled and tugged his lover along. "A small errand,
meleth nín, should not take long."

The twins had left an intriguing note on his desk that afternoon and
he could not resist the temptation to see what they had up their
sleeves. `Be in the glade near the river after sundown, you will find
an interesting package.' He and Haldir walked along the path, bathed
in moonlight when they heard a strange noise coming from the tree
line.

* * * *

"By Elbereth, Galen, stop moving or it will never go down!" Melaphríl
clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the insistent ache in his loins as
his friend's leggings and his own erect arousal rubbed together.

"We cannot be found like this, Melaphríl, it is too humiliating."
Galen gasped quietly as a fresh bolt of desire roared through him,
his friend's arousal now rubbing against his own. "I swear to the
Valar, when I get free I am going to throttle them both!"

Melaphríl moaned quietly, and ceased struggling, rolling his hips
forward against his friend, desperate for more contact. Galen
stopped moving, looking at his friend as he succumbed to his body's
demands; his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted, a pleading sigh
issuing from his lips. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against
those of his friend and felt his warm breath caress his face. His
own desire ached and clamored for release as he pressed his mouth to
Melaphríl.

Melaphríl moaned into the kiss, his tongue seeking that of his
friend's as frantic struggle melded into sensual undulating. "Aniron
lle, meldiramin." (I want you, my friend) Galen whispered into
Melaphríl's ear.

"Uma……" (Yes) Melaphríl whispered in return, "Take me, Galen."

Galen growled in frustration when he could not access his leggings or
those of his friend. "Ai, I cannot, meldir. We are trapped this
way."

Melaphríl groaned in frustration and resumed rocking his hips into
his friend and seeking his mouth with his own.

"What is going on here?"

The two aroused elves froze, eyes wide with apprehension as they
recognized the voice of their captain.

Glorfindel snorted and covered his mouth, silently apologizing to his
lover for his undignified outburst.

Haldir stalked toward the tree, "Melaphríl? Galen? What is the
meaning of this?" He noted the flush upon their faces and their eyes
that were dilated with passion. He turned to his lover. "Are you
going to help me or not?"

Glorfindel straightened up as he regained control, wiping tears of
mirth from his eyes. "Of course, a'maelamin. Forgive me." He
stepped forward and began to help his lover untangle the two hapless
marchwardens. He glanced sideways at his lover and chuckled, "What
is it with you Silvan elves and rope?"

"Glorfindel!" Haldir barked.

"Haldir!" The Vanya chortled. He placed a peck upon his lover's
cheek as he continued working the knots in the rope; he recognized
the handiwork. "Thank the Valar that Imladris' borders are not
guarded by the marchwarden of the Galadhrim, or I do not know that I
could sleep easily at night."

"Glorfindel……" Haldir warned.

The Eldar opened his mouth to comment then raised his hand in
acquiescence, placing a gentle kiss upon his lover's lips in
apology. "Forgive me, meleth nín. I do naught but tease, `tis
improper."

Haldir grumbled and he returned his attention to the infuriating
knots as they tried to free the twins' victims.

* * * *

Rúmil lay nestled in his brother's arms, sleeping peacefully. He
blinked from reverie when he felt the bed shift and felt Orophin stir
in response.

"How goes it with our new friends?" Elrohir purred into Orophin's ear.

The brothers started then snuggled closer, a little embarrassed at
being found in such a position. Elladan smiled as he brushed a
silver lock of hair from Rúmil's sweet face. "Our errand is
complete, I doubt your friends will bother you again."

Elrohir nuzzled Orophin's ear. "Nor will they breathe a word of what
they know or saw."

Elladan's hand trailed down Rúmil's arm. "We like seeing you
together like this……"

"…… in our bed." Elrohir finished.

Orophin closed his eyes, feeling Rúmil's awakening arousal shift
against him and hearing his nervous whimper in his ear. Elrohir's
strong hands stroked his back and his full lips caressed his ear, and
he held his brother tighter, he was not ready to share him just yet.

Rúmil whimpered as he felt the remembered press of Elladan's body to
his back, visions of the Peredhil claming his body flooding his
mind. He clung to Orophin, reluctant to let him go, but wavering
beneath the confidant and sensual touch of Elladan.

Elladan caught his brother's eye, smiling as he watched them darken
and stare back into his own. "We will leave you two to one another,
Elrohir and I have our own love to make."

The twins slid from the bed as quietly as they arrived, leaving the
brothers to their embrace.

* * * *

Haldir was dumbfounded as to what he found in the glade. It appeared
his warrior knew something of it but was not revealing it if he did.
He strolled along in silence next to Glorfindel, the two of them
strolling along the path hand in hand. He barked in surprise as the
warrior jerked him off the path, crushing him against the trunk of a
mallorn.

"Are you angry with me, a'maelamin?" The warrior purred in his ear.

Haldir set his jaw and tensed against the warrior's roving
hands. "What do I have to be angry about, Glorfindel?" His voice
mirrored the tension in his body.

Glorfindel's tongue drew along the curve of the marchwarden's ear and
he whispered. "Admittedly, I should not have teased so in front of
your men, but I have apologized. I doubt they were listening, they
were too consumed with want for one another to notice my ramblings."

Haldir trembled beneath the warrior's caress. "That is not the issue
here, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel pulled back and stared into the marchwarden's gray-blue
eyes. "Then what is the issue, meleth nín?"

Haldir stared back into eyes of azure blue, and he never ceased to be
amazed at their openness. "I think you know more than you are
letting on, Glorfindel, about my wardens."

Glorfindel sighed and lowered his gaze. "Perhaps I do, but I know
nothing for certain. It is most likely harmless games played among
those who are idle in this watchful peace." He returned his gaze to
his lover's and continued. "You know as well as I, meleth nín, that
warriors are hard pressed for entertainment when their weapons are
idle."

Haldir furrowed his brow and answered softly, "Is that what I am to
you, Glorfindel, entertainment?"

The Vanya frowned and pulled away. "You doubt my affection for you,
Haldir? You make me out to be one who is false?"

Haldir looked at the ground and grumbled, he felt like a jealous
lover and he didn't like it. "I make you out to be none other than
you are, a soldier, one who is sharing my bed, for now……"

Glorfindel stepped back, his frown deepening. "That is all I am to
you then? One who shares your bed? I thought we were more than that
to one another, Haldir. I have been apparently laboring under a
false impression."

Before Haldir could respond, the Eldar stalked away.

Chapter 5 - Disaster Averted

"Saes, gwanur……" Elrohir pleaded, tears running in silver rivulets
down his cheeks. "Avo daur." (Don't stop)

"You ache for me do you not?" Elladan whispered.

"Uma……" he whispered. (Yes)

Elladan drew his tongue in lazy circles around his twin's painfully
hard nipple, slowly undulating his lower body against Elrohir's
weeping arousal. "I love the feeling of your seed upon my skin,
tithen gwanur. I would have you covered in my own."

"Cover me, Elladan, drown me in it." Elrohir arched his back and
groaned plaintively, straining against his bonds, feeling as though
he would explode at any moment.

Elladan growled possessively as his hands caressed his brother's
body; fingers splayed wide to encompass as much of his flesh as
possible. He froze, hearing the sounds of someone approaching. "Not
again……" he grumbled, quickly reaching up and untying Elrohir's wrists
as he buttoned his own tunic, tugging it down to cover his erect
desire.

"Ai……" Elrohir whimpered, quickly lacing up his leggings as Elladan
moved to the other side of the room.

A knock came upon the door as Elrohir straightened his hair,
strategically placing a pillow upon his lap. "Come……" he croaked,
coughing to clear his throat.

Haldir's silver head poked through the opening of the doorway and his
eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the twins in his brother's
room. As he entered, he quickly surveyed the scene, noting the
messed up bed and the flushed and hungry look upon the twins' faces.

The marchwarden stood in the middle of the room, arms folded across
his chest, "What are the two of you doing here? Where is Orophin?"

"Here, gwanur." Orophin's voice came drifting up through the door as
he entered, followed closely by Rúmil.

Rúmil scrambled through the opening, doing as his elder brother had
done and seeing they were on the verge of disaster. Without
thinking, he quickly crossed the room to Elladan, sitting upon his
knee and placing his arms about his neck. "I am sorry, Elladan, I
did not mean to be gone so long." He said softly.

Elladan smiled, appreciating the quick thinking of the youngest
Lórien brother and wrapped his arms around his waist, shifting as he
felt Rúmil's weight against his erect arousal. "No harm done,
lirimaer. (lovely one) Your brother is here looking for you and
Orophin."

Orophin, following his brother's lead, crossed to a bare chested
Elrohir, sitting at his feet and shifting back between his legs,
draping his arms around the Peredhil's thighs. "What brings you
here, gwanur?" He asked sweetly, cocking his head and feeling
Elrohir's hands trail through his unbound hair.

Haldir frowned, something was amiss, he knew it, but his brothers
were intent upon playing this game. "I came to inform you that the
rotation has been changed, you and Rúmil do not report for another
week."

Orophin smiled, "Ah, lle hannon, gwanur." (thank you, brother)

Haldir stepped closer and looked at Elrohir, noting the tracks that
his tears left upon his face. "Is everything all right, Elrohir?"

Elrohir smiled, "Of course, why do you ask, Haldir?"

Haldir waived his hand in the direction of the Peredhil's face. "You
look as though you were crying."

Elrohir smiled and cleared his throat, searching his brain for a
plausible excuse. Orophin looked back at Elrohir and cleared his
throat, returning his gaze to his brother's. "I was singing." He
blurted out.

Haldir frowned, "You cannot sing, Orophin."

"Precisely……" Rúmil chimed in, "it was so dreadful that we all started
laughing, poor Elrohir nearly laughed himself to death."

Elrohir looked at Rúmil in surprise and snorted, as did Elladan,
Orophin merely grumbled.

Haldir growled in frustration and turned. "Very well, I guess all is
well here, I will be going." He departed through the door, closing
it behind him.

Elrohir's head lolled back against the chair as he heaved a sigh of
relief. Orophin leapt to his feet and grumbled. "Thank you, Rúmil,
thank you very much."

Rúmil scrambled out of Elladan's lap, grunting when the Peredhil did
not immediately release him, crossing the room to his brother. "I am
sorry, Orophin. I could not think of anything else to say, I meant
no offense."

Elladan rose to his feet, and began to cross the room when Haldir's
head popped back through the door. He grabbed Rúmil and pulled him
back to his chest, the younger elf grunting as he impacted it.

Elrohir leapt to his feet, reaching Orophin just as the marchwarden's
head came back through the doorway, wrapping his arms about Orophin's
waist.

"I forgot to mention……" Haldir started, frowning again at the strange
look upon the elves' faces.

"Yes?" Elladan crooned as he nuzzled Rúmil's neck.

"The Lord and Lady are having a formal dinner tonight, be dressed and
in the hall at sunset."

Orophin's voice cracked as he felt Elrohir pinch his backside. "Of
course, gwanur. We will be there."

Haldir grumbled as he slipped back through the door, drawing the door
shut over his head. Elladan quickly stepped on it, barring further
interruption as he released Rúmil.

"Ai!" Orophin barked as he stepped away from Elrohir, rubbing his
backside and drawing Rúmil to him.

Elrohir chuckled as he winked at his elder twin. Elladan stood
firmly upon the hatch door and grumbled. "Can an elf not get any
peace around here? How am I supposed to properly ravage my brother
with these constant interruptions?"

Orophin sank to the bed, his arm still around Rúmil. "How do the two
of you do this day after day? The fear of getting caught is
exhausting."

Elrohir crossed the room to Elladan, wrapping his arms around his
waist and nestling his head against his neck. "'Tis well worth it if
you ask me, Orophin. I could not live without my brother's touch."

Elladan smiled as he stroked his brother's hair. "Aye, you will grow
accustomed to it, Orophin, and you will learn ways to avoid being
caught." Elladan placed a kiss upon his brother's head and silently
communicated to him. Elrohir smiled and nodded, turning to face the
Lórien brothers who sat next to one another upon the bed. "How is it
that you come to be here at such a fortuitous time?"

Orophin sighed. "We were leaving your talan and saw Haldir climbing
the ladder. We figured you two may need some help." He gazed at the
twins, arms wrapped around one another, heads pressed together and
thought for the second time since meeting them, how perfect they were
with each other. He felt Rúmil's head upon his own shoulder and he
tightened his grip, wanting to hold his brother this way forever more.

"Aye, we did, and we thank you, both of you." Elladan
smiled. "There is something you want from us, is there not?" He
softly asked.

Orophin swallowed and felt Rúmil's head lift from his shoulder. He
did not have to answer because his brother did it for him.

"Yes……" Rúmil breathed.

Elrohir smiled. "What is it, lirimaer?"

Rúmil whispered, "We would like to watch you, if you would permit us."

Elladan chuckled, "Have you not done that, once already?"

Orophin's face flushed crimson as he looked at the floor. "We are
sorry for spying on you, in the glade. The two of you have become
friends to us, that was not an honorable thing to do to friends."

Rúmil looked at his brother and nodded. "Aye, we are sorry."

Elladan smiled and approached the bed, kneeling at Rúmil's feet. He
reached up and caressed his face and whispered. "There is little I
could deny one who asks so sweetly. If it is what you desire, then
it is what you shall have pen neth." (Young one) He held out his
hand to Elrohir and turned to Orophin. "Take your brother and sit in
that chair."

Orophin swallowed and nodded, tugging Rúmil with him. He sat in the
wide chair and wrapped his arms around Rúmil's waist as his younger
brother snuggled against him.

Elrohir slid an iron bar through the bracket and ring on the door,
effectively barring it from being opened from the other side and
joined his brother at the foot of the bed. He knelt before him,
bowing his head as his hands hung down at his sides.

"What do you desire, gwanur?" Elladan whispered.

"To please you, gwanur." Elrohir whispered.

"Do you know how to please me?" Elladan whispered.

Elrohir's hands crept up the sides of his brother's legs as he
pressed his mouth to the rise in Elladan's leggings. Elladan leaned
his head back as a low growl issued from his throat. "Aaahh…… yes,
that is it, meleth. (love) You do indeed know how to please me."

"Saes, herdir (master)…… may I touch you? May I taste you?" Elrohir
purred.

"Aye, nín bain, (my beauty) you may." Elladan responded.

Orophin shifted in the chair as he felt his arousal come fully
awake. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Rúmil's
anxious whimpers floated into his ears as he felt his brother
shifting on his lap, pressing his buttocks against his erect desire.
He watched as Elrohir slowly untied the laces of Elladan's leggings
and slid them down to the floor, exposing the elder Peredhil's erect
arousal as Elladan kicked his leggings aside.

Elrohir reached for him with his hands, only to have them batted
away. "No, Elrohir, no hands, you know better."

Elrohir nodded, "Dihena nín, herdir." (Forgive me, master)

Elladan stroked his hair as he watched Elrohir clasp his hands behind
his back, the fingers of one hand locking around the wrist of his
other. "It is all right, pen maelui." (Lustful one) He moaned as
Elrohir took his length in his mouth, his full lips sliding along his
swollen flesh. His twin's moans and urgent whimpers resonated along
his engorged length and he held his breath, clinging to the edge of
the abyss that he fell into each time he made love to his brother.
Unbearable heat began to build within his body and he furiously
stripped his tunic, flinging it to the floor as Elrohir took him
deeper. "Elrohir, far…… (enough)" he growled. His command went
unheeded as Elrohir took him in deeper still, hungrily swallowing and
drawing him in completely. He clenched his jaw and growled
louder, "Daro si, (Stop now) Elrohir!" placing his hands on his
twin's shoulders and prying him away almost painfully.

Elrohir rocked back on his heels, gasping at the loss of his
brother's warm, welcome heat in his mouth, and he looked up at him
with glazed eyes. Orophin's deep moans and Rúmil's plaintive whimpers
registered in the back of his mind, but his attention was focused on
his twin, on his reason for living, on the center of his existence.

Elladan regained his composure, gazing down into his brother's
darkened eyes. His fingers trailing over his flushed cheeks and
swollen lips. "So beautiful……" he whispered, "so wanton……"

Elrohir's own arousal strained against his leggings and he felt that
desperate ache inside him again, the need to be filled, the
overriding desire to be possessed by his brother. "Pathra nín, saes,
(Fill me, please) Elladan." He whispered huskily. "Aniron lle,
meleth nín. (I want you, my love)"

Orophin's hand drifted down his brother's chest, fingers dancing over
the rise in Rúmil's leggings as his younger brother shifted against
him, arching his back and leaning his head upon his shoulder.

Elladan grasped him by the shoulders, hauling him to his feet
roughly. He quickly stripped Elrohir's tunic and flung it next to
his own, his fingers moving to the laces of his leggings. "Aniron
cen lle, nín bain……(I want to see you, my beauty)" Elladan whispered,
pushing Elrohir's leggings past his hips and tossing them aside. His
hands roamed possessively over his brother's body as Elrohir trembled
at his touch. Elrohir clenched his fingers into fists by his sides
as he was commanded by his brother's touch, utterly and completely
possessed by it. He cried out as Elladan's mouth latched onto a
pebbled nipple and suckled it, digging his fingers into Elrohir's
firm buttocks.

Tears began to flow from Elrohir's eyes once again as he was
overtaken with desperate want. He began pleading with his
brother, "Saes, gwanur (Please, brother), no more, Im baur lle…… (I
need you)"

Elladan left his brother's inflamed nipple and took his face in his
hands, brushing his thumbs over his full lips. "Sui lle iest, gwanur
(As you wish, brother)." He whispered. He motioned toward the bed
with his eyes and Elrohir climbed upon it, coming to rest on all
fours, head hanging down as he rocked back and forth in heated
anticipation.

Elladan stood at the foot of the bed and admired his brother's
powerful body. He turned to Orophin, watching as the Silvan teased
his own younger brother into submission. "You and I are much alike,
meldir." He said softly. "We may dominate those we love, but we are
the ones who are truly enslaved, powerless to resist their beauty."
He turned back to his brother, and ran his hands over the curve of
his powerful back, moaning as he watched him tremble and yield.

He drew the tip of his tongue along his spine and whispered in his
ear, "You enslave me, Elrohir, I would give my life for you." He
placed his slick arousal at his brother's entrance. "I commit my
soul to flames for you, gwanur, I damn myself to everlasting torment
for your love." He entered his body in one smooth thrust, striking
his target as he sheathed himself in Elrohir's heat.

Elrohir cried out as he bucked back against him, tears falling from
his eyes as he whispered over and over, "Amin mela lle, Elladan."

He rode his brother's beautiful body to completion, groaning as he
spilled himself in Elrohir's heat. He dropped his head to his twin's
shoulder and whispered into his ear, "All for you, meleth nín, all I
do is for you."

Elrohir trembled beneath him, slowly lowering both their bodies to
the bed, shifting as his throbbing arousal pressed into the
mattress. He felt Elladan's hands upon his shoulders and he allowed
them to guide him to his back. He groaned as his twin's soft lips
trailed down his abdomen, taking his pulsating length into his mouth
and bringing him to his own completion.

"That is how I feel about you, Orophin." Rúmil whispered into his
brother's ear. "I love you that much. I want you that much."

Orophin groaned as he felt Rúmil's buttocks press against his now
engorged arousal. He saw Elladan and Elrohir slowly rise from the
bed, taking a moment to hold one another before dressing. Neither
twin said another word as they left Orophin and Rúmil, stealthily
scaling back down the ladder and returning to their own talan.

* * * *

Glorfindel grumbled as he searched the bureau for combs for his
hair. He crossed the room and plopped upon the bed, elbows on his
knees and his face in his hands. **What happened that afternoon?
How did a harmless joke go so far astray?** He was immersed in his
thoughts and did not hear the marchwarden enter his talan, his first
indication of his presence was his hands upon his shoulders. He
looked up into Haldir's gray-blue eyes, his own face expressionless.

Haldir knelt before his lover and spoke softly, "Forgive me, meleth
nín, I do not understand myself sometimes. I did not mean what I
said earlier, you know I see you as more than that."

Glorfindel leaned back and cocked his head, his brow furrowed as he
regarded his lover kneeling before him. "How do you see me, Haldir,
exactly? I am no fawning maid that will grovel at your feet and beg
for your love. I do not need your patronizing apologies or sweetly
worded excuses for what it was you said. I know the intent behind
the words, I am no fool." Haldir grumbled as he stood up, pacing
back and forth across the floor. Glorfindel watched his lover and
sighed, "Ai, Haldir. It was foolish for you and I to believe we
could love as others do, we are not as they are. You and I, we are
too practical, too fierce to woo one another that way. Perhaps it is
best that these words were spoken, perhaps it is best that we know
where we truly stand with one another."

"Damn you, Glorfindel!" The marchwarden barked. "You know where I
stand, I told you I love you, I meant that! I have never said those
words to another, not like that. Are you telling me now that you
spoke false? Are you telling me that you do not love me as I love
you?"

Glorfindel flopped to his back upon the bed, covering his face with
his hands. "Ai, Haldir! I do not know what I am saying, this is new
to me, all……" he waived one hand around the room, "this. I say what I
mean and I mean what I say. Why is that so hard? Why is this so
hard?"

Haldir's voice softened, "It is not hard, a'maealmin."

The Vanya continued, "I did not mean to hurt you earlier, I was
merely teasing. I am not used to males being so sensitive. I do not
want to have to question my own feelings, doubt my own words when I
am with you."

Haldir struggled to maintain control of his temper; he would not let
it get the best of him this time. "You do not have to do that,
meleth nín." He took a deep breath and continued, "I have never
loved another as I do you, Glorfindel. I am sorry if there are times
I feel unsure."

Glorfindel sat up and looked at his lover. "You are unsure? Unsure
of what?"

Haldir looked at the floor and quietly answered, "Of myself,
Glorfindel. If this were battle it would be easier, that is
something I understand. Love, love is something I do not."

Glorfindel rose from the bed and wrapped his arms around his
lover. "Never doubt my love for you, Haldir. It is unwavering, as
is my loyalty. I have given my heart to you, I will not take it
back."

Haldir sank into his lover's embrace and buried his face in his
neck. "I feared I had lost you, a'maelamin. My heart grew as hard
and cold as a stone in my chest," He whispered. "I do not think I
could bear losing you."

Glorfindel caressed his lover's hair and whispered, "Nor could I,
meleth nín, nor could I."

* * * *

No sooner had their captain and his companion left them to gather
what dignity they had left, then Melaphríl felt himself pressed
against the very same tree they had just been tied to, Galen's lips
at his throat as his nimble fingers sought the laces he had just
retied.

"Ai! What are you doing?" Melaphríl gasped, trying to push Galen
away, his cheeks still burning from the humiliation that had been
heaped upon him by the Peredhil. To have been found thus - by his
captain! His hands shoved against the unyielding hardness of Galen's
chest, and he gasped in surprise when his friend captured both hands
with his own, his lean fingers wrapping around his wrists and pulling
his arms over his head.

Galen saw Melaphríl's green eyes go wide as he pressed himself
against his friend's lithe body, grinding his hips against the
narrower ones in a slow tease. "I still want you, meldir," Galen
whispered huskily, his lips inches from Melaphríl's. "Aníron lle."

Melaphríl shook his head, his braids sliding forward with the
movement, mesmerized by the way that Galen's blue eyes had darkened
with desire. He struggled to speak, his eyes focused on the soft
mouth that was so close to his, he could feel the caress of breath
against his lips. "No," he said softly. "You do not want me; you seek
only to satisfy yourself after being tormented by Elrohir. You do not
want *me*," he repeated.

Galen's lips touched Melaphríl's softly, gently, coaxing a soft moan
from his friend's mouth before he drew back. His eyes glittered
brightly as he looked at the green eyed elf. "I have always desired
you, meldiramin," he whispered. "Long have we been friends, yes? Long
have I watched you pursue others, never thinking that you would turn
those desires to me, never believing that you would want me." His
tongue flicked out and traced the edge of Melaphríl's upper lip,
eliciting another soft moan from his friend. "Always the younger
elves, always the innocent ones. Never did you seek companionship
from another such as myself, one with experience, who would make you
yield to your body's desires."

"Galen," Melaphríl struggled to speak, his eyes closing as his
friend's lips caressed the soft skin at his throat, his tongue
sliding slowly under his jaw line to the hollow beneath his ear. "Why
did you not speak?" he managed finally, when those wondrously silken
lips left their teasing torment of his ear.

A low chuckle escaped the other elf as he regarded his friend. "I did
not think you would find me desirable," he said softly. "Until now."
He bent his head and claimed Melaphríl's lips again, pressing a
bruising kiss against his mouth, his tongue sliding between his lips
and savoring the warmth inside.

"I did not believe you thought of me in that way," Melaphríl
whispered, once he could speak again, his lips still burning from
Galen's kiss. "I did not think you ever considered me as anything
more than your friend." He dropped his gaze for a moment and took a
deep breath. "I chased the young ones, aye, I know it well. It was a
useful diversion to keep me from the one I desired, one who I
believed would never desire me in return." He lifted his head and
met Galen's piercing blue gaze steadily, taking a deep
breath. "Aníron lle, Galen. Only you, always you."

Galen's smile curved his generous mouth as he looked at his
friend. "Then I believe there is only one solution at hand for this
situation we find ourselves in, meldir," he said softly, his thumbs
lightly caressing the soft skin of Melaphríl's wrists. He leaned in,
pressing his lips against the other elf's ear and whispered, "Your
talan or mine?"

< > < > < >

"Lle naa vanima, (You are beautiful) Haldir," Glorfindel whispered,
sliding his length into his lover's heat in one smooth exquisite
stroke, groaning softly as Haldir's tight warmth enclosed him. He
reached up and stroked the silken hair that lay like a silver cloud
on the pillow, his fingers sliding over the braids as he leaned
forward to kiss his lover. "Meleth nín," he sighed, his lips brushing
lightly over Haldir's as he began to move, thrusting slowly into him.

Haldir groaned softly, closing his eyes as his lover claimed his
body, heart and soul. Strong and skillful fingers stroked his arousal
in time with Glorfindel's thrusts, and he arched beneath his skillful
manipulations, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps as his lover
drove him closer to completion with his caress.

"Ai, meleth nín," Glorfindel murmured, loving the sight of the proud
marchwarden so lost in his pleasure, pleasure that he was responsible
for. "Amin mela lle, Haldir. Never doubt it." His own breath
quickened as Haldir tightened beneath him, the deep groans of
pleasure his lover gave nearly sending him over the edge.

"Glorfindel!" Haldir cried out his lover's name as his release
consumed him, feeling the golden warrior thrust deep within him in
response, his own cry of ecstasy echoing his as his seed spilled into
Haldir's body.

Afterwards he pulled Haldir's body against him, curling his own body
around the marchwarden's lithe frame, his arms around his stomach as
he pressed his lips against his ear. He heard his lover's soft sigh
of contentment and smiled.

"We should do this more often," Glorfindel said quietly, his lean
fingers stroking the firm muscles of Haldir's stomach.

"Which?" Haldir replied with a soft chuckle, turning his head so he
could meet the azure gaze. "Fight? Or apologize and make love till we
are both breathless."

Glorfindel smirked. "The latter. I think we should skip the fight
altogether."

Haldir sighed, closing his eyes and stretching his lean frame beside
the firmly muscled one of his lover. "I agree wholeheartedly,
a'maelamin." Gentle but firm fingers brushed his cheek, and he
opened his eyes to meet Glorfindel's gaze.

"Amin mela lle, Haldir. Do you believe it?" The seneschal asked
softly.

Slowly, the marchwarden nodded, his breath catching at the tenderness
he saw in his lover's eyes. "Amin mela lle, Glorfindel," he replied,
his voice equally hushed. "I will not doubt it again."

Chapter 6 - Redemption

The two elves lay in a sweaty and sticky tangle on the bed, their
clothes in an undignified heap on the floor beside it. Melaphríl's
silver hair spilled across the golden skin of his companion's chest
as he trembled, struggling not to move as Galen's fingers continued
to torment his body. Long slender fingers were buried within him,
twitching occasionally, bringing a soft whimper to Melaphríl's lips
each time they moved.

Galen pressed his lips against Melaphríl's ear, his tongue idly
encircling the pointed tip as he deliberately moved his fingers
within the deliciously tight confines of his lover's body, delighting
in the keening and plaintive noises it induced. Melaphríl's arousal
was stiff against his stomach, untouched, the tip glistening with
moisture that gleamed in the soft candlelight that lit his room. His
own arousal ached, and he resisted the urge to press it against his
lover's firm and wonderfully rounded backside, contenting himself for
the moment in bringing Melaphríl's pleasure to a well defined edge.
He slid his well oiled fingers deeper, adding a third, and was
rewarded with a breathless moan.

"Saes, Galen. Ai!" Melaphríl shuddered when those long fingers struck
his mark, his arousal twitching in response.

"Hush, pen maelui, (my lustful one)" Galen lightly admonished,
working his fingers slowly in and out of his lover's body. "I will
take you when it pleases me, not before."

Melaphríl bit his lip to keep from sobbing, tears of want spilling
heedlessly down his cheeks. He cried out when Galen's hand encircled
his length and nearly came with the caress, so great was his need.
The hand closed firmly around the base of his arousal but did not
stroke it further, and Melaphríl whimpered again, wordlessly pleading
with his lover for release.

Galen chuckled softly, his eyes roaming with delight over the taut
and gleaming body, almost quivering with its desire as he continued
his leisurely torment. He had taken Melaphríl once already this
evening, taking the edge off his hunger for the beautiful elf's body.
He had taken great care to ensure that his lover's needs were met as
well, and had relished the throaty cries Melaphríl had given when he
had attained his release. With the edge lessened somewhat, he was
able to take a more leisurely approach, and it had not taken much
convincing to get his lover to acquiesce to his demands.

It was a wholly new experience for Melaphríl, who had never yielded
to anyone in this manner. He had always taken the dominant role in
his seduction of others, had relished the soft cries and pleading
whispers of his lovers as he had tormented them until they were on
fire with their need. Now, his role was reversed, and in Galen's
hands, he found himself utterly lost. His friend had told him he
would accept no less from him, and Melaphríl found himself giving
over to the other elf's demands and desires, yielding utterly to his
skillful caresses, and wanting more.

He trembled helplessly against Galen, crying out again as his lover's
fingers brushed his mark once more. "Saes, maba nín, (Please take me)
Galen," he whispered pleadingly. "N'uma ner, maba nín." (No more,
take me)

Galen nipped the soft skin of Melaphríl's neck. "You beg so sweetly,
lirimaer." He withdrew his fingers slightly and felt his lover's
shuddering response. "I could grow used to hearing you plead this
way."

Melaphríl groaned as Galen's fingers withdrew completely, and he felt
the tip of his lover's arousal press against his opening. He bit his
lip as the tip breached him, the hardened length penetrating him with
agonizing slowness, sliding inch by inch into his body until he was
nearly screaming with his need to be completely filled.

"You are mine, Melaphríl," Galen said huskily, pressing his lips to
Melaphríl's ear. "I will not share you with others." He flexed his
hips sharply, driving his length the rest of the way into his lover's
tight heat, tearing a cry of pleasure from his lover's lips. "Amin,"
he repeated silkily, withdrawing his length slightly before driving
it into Melaphríl's tightness once more. "Say it!"

Melaphríl groaned helplessly, his lover's actions and words making
him dizzy with desire and need. "Aye, Galen," he cried, his lean body
arching against the other's as Galen's hand began to slowly stroke
his length in opposition to his driving, merciless thrusts.

"No one else will have you," Galen growled breathlessly, the
tightness of his lover's body driving him closer and closer to the
edge. "You will never have another while you are with me."

"Aye, Galen," Melaphríl moaned, his breath coming in harsh waves as
he neared his release. He came with a hoarse cry, his body arcing as
his release claimed him, tearing a sweet groan from his lips as he
shuddered against his lover's body, feeling the warmth of his seed
spill from him.

Galen felt the walls of Melaphríl's passage tighten against him,
squeezing his length mercilessly as he thrust deeper into his lover's
body, crying out his own release as his seed flooded into the tight
and welcoming heat. With a final thrust, he buried himself as deeply
as he could, collapsing against the trembling body that lay half-way
beneath his, his breath coming in short, ragged waves.

When the aftershocks had faded, he pulled his now softened length out
of Melaphríl's body, hearing the soft whimper of protest with a
smile, and stretched his body out beside his lover's. His arms
reached out and pulled the other elf against him, encircling his
lithe body and cradling him against his chest.

Melaphríl's body still quivered with the intensity of his release and
he lay quietly against his lover's chest, content for the moment, to
do nothing more than catch his breath. The feeling of being watched
made him lift his head and open his eyes, and he met Galen's blue
gaze with his own.

"I meant what I said, Melaphríl," Galen said softly, his fingers
brushing over his lover's kiss-swollen lips. His arms tightened
briefly around the younger elf, and his eyes gleamed in the dim light
of the candles. "If you are to share my bed, I will not share you
with any others."

The green eyed elf nodded slowly. "I understand, melethron," he
answered with a small smile. "I have no desire for any other."

The sensual lips quirked briefly as Galen lifted an eyebrow
questioningly. "Not even the sweet Rúmil?" he asked quietly.

Melaphríl shook his head and licked his lips. "Not even for that fair
one. I have all that I could want right here with you."

Galen nodded. "Good," he replied shortly, stroking the soft silver
hair that spilled across his chest as Melaphríl lowered his head once
more to rest it there. "For I have all that I have desired as well.
You are all I could have wanted and more, my beautiful friend."

The younger elf was silent for a moment, before he spoke. "I feel we
should make amends with our fellow wardens," he said softly, raising
his head once more to look at Galen. His smile was somewhat shy. "I
feel I owe them my thanks, for if it had not been for them, I would
never have discovered this." His fingers trailed slowly across
Galen's chest for emphasis.

A low chuckle escaped the blue eyed elf as he regarded his new lover
with bemusement. "Aye, `tis true enough, I suppose," he agreed. "What
did you have in mind to settle the peace between them and us?"

The green eyes were thoughtful for a moment, and Galen saw a slow
grin cross Melaphríl's beautiful face.

"I know just the thing," he said finally.

When he finished explaining, Galen nodded, with a rueful smile of his
own. "You realize, of course, this means it will be another two
weeks before we can indulge ourselves in this manner again."

Melaphríl smirked. The naughty expression, Galen thought, sat well
upon his face.

"Then we will just have to make the most of the time we have until
then," the green eyed beauty answered playfully, bending his head to
nip at his lover's lips.

Galen growled, utterly pleased, and rolled the younger elf beneath
him in a swift move that brought a surprised gasp to his lover's
lips. Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips were mere inches
from Melaphríl's. "I think," he said slowly, his eyes holding the
other's captive as he slowly ground his hips against his
lover's, "That is a very fine idea."

* * * *

Haldir looked at the two wardens before him and didn't bother to
disguise his surprise at their request.

"You want to take Rúmil and Orophin's next watch on the fences?" he
asked, shaking his head. "You realize that means you will be out
there four weeks, without reprieve?"

Galen nodded, glancing at his partner with a small smile. "We
understand full well, Captain," he replied easily, glancing back at
the other elf.

Haldir frowned, tapping the request against his leg as he eyed them
both. "Why are you doing this?" he asked bluntly, looking from one to
the other. "I want to know the reason before I grant this request."

Melaphríl smiled, managing to project an air of embarrassment into
it. "We lost a wager, sir. It is as simple as that."

The marchwarden and captain of the Galadhrim cleared his throat and
looked skyward for a moment. "Did this have anything to do with the,
er, situation that Lord Glorfindel and myself happened to find you in
last night?"

Galen's smile broadened and he nodded. "Yes sir. Your brothers bet
myself and Melaphríl that we could not get loose from the tree if
they tied us there, and we bet them that we could."

Haldir's eyebrows rose at this explanation and he shook his head with
a heavy sigh. He did not buy it for a minute, but honestly, he
decided that he did not really want to know.

"Fine, your request is accepted. You will report for duty on the
northern border at dawn. Dismissed." He watched the two elves leave
with something akin to relief and sighed again.

"You did not believe that ridiculous story they concocted, my dear
marchwarden, did you?" an amused voice purred from behind him, and
Haldir spun, glaring up at Glorfindel's laughing countenance. His
lover continued to regard him bemusedly, and Haldir's lips finally
curved into a smile as he shook his head.

"Not in the least, Glorfindel," he said with a low chuckle. "But
honestly, I do not care. So long as the watches are covered."

The golden warrior glanced around the simply decorated room that
served as Haldir's office when he was not on duty on the borders,
admiring the sparse elegance of it, before turning his heated gaze
back to Haldir. "I know that is not the truth full well," he said,
stalking closer to where his lover stood. "The knots were not
fashioned by Orophin or Rúmil; I would wager three months of duty on
the borders of your golden woods on that."

Haldir's eyebrows lifted as he watched his lover move gracefully
towards him, caught by the look in Glorfindel's azure eyes. "I would
be tempted to see if I could arrange for you to lose that wager," he
said, looking up at the slightly taller elf with a faint smile. "Just
to have you under my command for three months."

Glorfindel laughed. "I have no doubts of that, meleth nín," he said,
his beautiful voice dropping to a husky caress. "Though I would enjoy
it more if, say, I were to convince Lord Celeborn that Imladris could
use some of your expert and knowledgeable advice on how to improve
our border's defenses. I am certain Lord Elrond would be delighted
to keep you on permanent retainer." He stepped even closer, the line
of his body barely brushing against Haldir's as he held his lover's
eyes with his own.

"I am sure," Haldir murmured, mesmerized by the golden beauty before
him, "That we can think of something."

"Indeed," whispered Glorfindel, bending his head to press his lips
lightly against his lover's mouth. "Now, my dear marchwarden," he
said softly when he had released him. "Tell me you are no longer on
duty."

Haldir cleared his throat, his pulse quickening at the heated look in
Glorfindel's eyes. "I am no longer on duty," he replied.

Glorfindel smiled wickedly, his hands rising to explore the soft gray
tunic his lover wore, lingering on the hardened nipples he could feel
poking stiffly against the thin fabric. "Tell me that you want to
return to your talan and make love to me until I cannot breathe."

Haldir leaned forward, his breath caressing Glorfindel's ear. "I wish
to take you back to my talan, and make love to you, my lovely
seneschal, my golden warrior, until we *both* cannot breathe!"

* * * *

Rúmil tapped on the door to Elladan and Elrohir's room, and glanced
at his brother, smiling faintly as Orophin tugged at the collar of
his tunic, trying to cover the small bite mark on his neck. His smile
widened as Orophin caught him looking and scowled playfully.

"That is the last time I play bottom, gwanur," he growled, rubbing
his fingers over his neck, before tugging the collar once again.

Rúmil stepped forward and placed a kiss on the offending mark,
running his lips softly over the sensitive skin of his brother's
neck, delighting in the soft gasp that escaped Orophin's lips.

"It will not," he replied, nipping his ear lightly, before darting
away, just as the door opened to reveal a rather tousled looking
Elrohir

"You are far too sure of yourself, gwanur," Orophin muttered,
pinching Rúmil's delectable bottom as they passed through the
doorway, noting Elrohir's amused look as he shut the door behind them.

Elladan sat in the bed, the sheets pooled around him, covering his
nude form from the waist down as he smiled at the brothers. "Troubles
already, friends?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow, raising an arm to
welcome Elrohir as he slid back into bed beside him.

Rúmil shook his head, rubbing his bottom where his brother had
pinched it. "I was simply reminding my brother that, though he is
older than I, he is not always the one in charge of……things."

Elrohir's eyebrows rose and he glanced at his twin, who shook his
head with a short laugh. **They will work it out between them, as we
did, meleth nín**

"What brings you two here this early?" Elladan asked, ending the
silent communication with a fond glance at his lover. "Not that we
are not happy to see you," he added with a knowing smirk. His
fingers idly trailed through the length of Elrohir's hair as he
regarded the two elves in front of him.

Orophin glanced away, stepping closer to his brother. "We came to
thank you for what you did, and to offer you something in return."

"Really?" Elladan purred, sitting up and moving forward in the bed,
the sheet sliding away. Elrohir copied his movements as they crawled
towards the brothers, hiding their smirks as they saw their gray-blue
eyes widen in a mixture of desire and apprehension.

"No," Rúmil interjected quickly. "Not that. We meant to give you some
time alone together, as you did for us, in a place where you will not
have to worry about being interrupted."

"Ah," Elladan smiled, sitting back, leaning comfortably against the
warmth of this brother. "That would indeed be a gift we would most
enjoy."

Elrohir stroked his brother's back softly, before resting his head on
his shoulder, looking up at Orophin and Rúmil. "Where is this place
you suggest?" he asked curiously.

"We discovered it on our last hunting trip together," Orophin
replied, quietly relieved when the twins seemed to be simply teasing
them. "It is several days ride from here, but it is quite secluded,
and easily guarded from approach."

Elladan glanced at his twin, dropping a light kiss on his forehead,
before looking back at the two brothers. "That sounds wonderful," he
said honestly, grinning at them both. "When do we leave?"

"Well……" Rúmil began, when a knock at the door interrupted them.

Elrohir glanced at his naked twin and at his own half-clothed form in
dismay.

"Who is it?" Elladan called, searching frantically for his sleeping
shirt and not finding it, much to his consternation.

"It is Haldir. Are my brothers with you?"

Orophin's eyes widened as he quickly realized the problem. With a nod
to Rúmil, both elves quickly shed their tunics and leggings, dropping
their clothing in an ungraceful heap on the floor, before climbing
into bed with Elladan and Elrohir.

Silently blessing their quick thinking, and selflessness, Elladan
pulled Rúmil into his arms, as Elrohir did the same to Orophin.
Elladan swiftly pulled the sheet across them so that it covered their
bodies from the waist down. Satisfied that all looked as it should,
he answered. "They are. "Did you need to speak with them?"

They could hear Haldir's aggravated sigh through the door. "Yes. Or I
would not be here." There was a moment's pause and they heard him
mutter. "I would much rather be someplace else, for certain."

"Come in, then," Elladan answered, tucking Rúmil firmly against him,
wrapping his arm around the younger elf's waist.

The door opened and Haldir entered, his steps faltering a moment when
he took in the sight of four tousled and naked elves in one bed. His
eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head, his lips tightening
into a thin line. "I came to tell you that Melaphríl and Galen have
taken your next rotation on the fences." He looked away, the muscle
in his jaw twitching slightly under the tension from his clenched
teeth. "You have four weeks until your next duty shift."

"Oh, that is perfect," Elladan said, snuggling closer to Rúmil,
smirking slightly as the younger elf squirmed delightfully in
response. "We were just discussing going on a hunting trip, and had
not decided upon when."

"Aye," Orophin's voice sounded oddly breathless, and Haldir's eyes
narrowed slightly as he caught he slightest hint of movement from
Elrohir's arm beneath the quilts that barely covered them. "It would
seem now would be a good time."

Haldir could only agree. Anything to keep from walking in on another
scene such as this. "Fine," he said shortly, turning on his heel. "I
will see you when you return." He could not let himself out of the
room fast enough. The sight of them had, oddly enough, aroused him,
and the thought of Glorfindel waiting for him in his room was enough
to make the marchwarden's normally even and graceful walk turn into a
quick run.

The door had just closed behind their brother, when Rúmil heard his
brother ask, his voice sounding somewhat strangled, "Elrohir, what do
you think you are doing?"

Elrohir chuckled. "My apologies, meldir," he said, not sounding
sorry at all. "I just cannot seem to help myself."

Orophin hesitated before squirming away, grabbing Rúmil's hand and
pulling him from the bed and Elladan's reluctantly released grasp.
Orophin and Rúmil quickly dressed, pulling on their leggings and
tunics. Orophin caught the sweet glance his brother cast Elladan and
grumbled, "We are expected at the Lord and Lady's table at sundown.
We must go now."

Elladan threw a quick wink at Rúmil as Elrohir snuggled against
him. "Of course, meldir. We will see you at dinner then?"

Rúmil smiled and bowed, his hand over his heart. "At dinner……"

Orophin dragged a slightly flushed Rúmil from the twins' room.

* * * *

Glorfindel grunted as he was pushed abruptly against the wall,
Haldir's firm body pressed against his own. "Well, melethron……" he
purred, "pleased to see me are you?" The Vanya's head fell back and
a groan escaped his lips as his lover's hands tore his robe open and
urgently sought contact with his flesh.

Haldir growled into the Eldar's ear, "Pleased is not the exact word I
would use, rwalaer (lusty one)." Glorfindel's soft laugh melted into
a deep moan as the marchwarden ground his rigid arousal against him
and firmly took his own in hand. "Aniron lle, Vanya, desperately."

The warrior arched his back and bent his knee, pressing the length of
his body into his lover and sliding the inside of one thigh against
Haldir's hip. "Then take me, melethron, and do it roughly," the Eldar
growled.

Haldir tore the Eldar's robe from him, nearly throwing his lover's
nude body upon the bed. Glorfindel lay upon his back, stroking his
own stomach as he waited for his lover, watching Haldir furiously
strip his own garments. Haldir climbed upon the bed, grasping the
Eldar's shoulder and rolling him to his stomach. He stroked his own
arousal, coating it with his seed, before pulling the Eldar's hips
from the bed. Glorfindel balanced on his hands and knees before him,
legs spread wide in anticipation of his lover's rigid length. Haldir
entered him with one smooth thrust, flexing his hips and striking his
mark. Glorfindel arched his back and cried out, bucking back against
his lover and wadding the covers in his fists. Haldir drove in and
withdrew, burying himself in his lover's body, digging his fingers
into the Vanya's hips.

"Say my name, Glorfindel," Haldir growled breathlessly, his body
straining with the force of his thrusts. "I want to hear my name upon
your sweet lips."

"Haldir…… meleth nín……" came the Vanya's breathless reply. He trembled
with his impending release, his rigid arousal aching and weeping, a
thin sheen of sweat beading upon his skin.

Haldir cried out as he climaxed, spilling his essence inside the
warrior's beautiful body and collapsing upon his back. Glorfindel
shuddered beneath him, aching, burning for his lover. He slowly
lowered both their bodies to the bed, panting for breath, feeling
Haldir still inside him, feeling his own arousal press painfully into
the bedding. Strong, archer's hands brushed the tangle of golden
mane from his face, and soft, pink lips caressed his cheek.

Haldir weakly lifted his weight from his lover's tense form, slowly
sliding from his comforting heat as he rolled Glorfindel to his
back. The Eldar moaned softly as Haldir's lips made their way across
his chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into the warrior's navel
before continuing lower. Glorfindel cried out again as he took him
into his mouth, feeling his sweet, aching flesh slide between his
lips, his pulsating, heated length fill his mouth. Haldir heard his
name upon his lover's lips once again as he brought Glorfindel to
completion, listening to the beautiful sound of his lover's voice
breathlessly cry out to him.

The two warriors lay curled against one another for a few moments,
the silence filled by the sound of their breathing. Haldir took a
deep breath and whispered, "I did not hurt you did I, a'maelamin?"

Glorfindel smiled and pulled him closer, "Mmmm…… no, meleth nín, you
did not."

Haldir snuggled against his neck and smiled. "Ah, good. I did quite
enjoy that."

Glorfindel chuckled and pressed a kiss upon the marchwarden's
forehead. "Did you now? Good, I am glad." He raised an eyebrow and
cocked his head, smiling down at his lover. "But you cannot mean
that you have not done that before? Surely one with a reputation
such as your own would have taken such liberties with his lovers."

Haldir squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction the
conversation was heading. "I would prefer not to discuss it, meleth
nín."

Glorfindel shook his head. "Now-now, a'maelamin, no secrets between
us…… remember? Nothing left unsaid, that was the agreement."

Haldir sighed. "Glorfindel……"

Glorfindel furrowed his brow. "Haldir…… do not tell me we are about
to have another disagreement so soon……"

Haldir rolled to his back and placed his arm over his eyes, and his
lover sat up and removed it, azure eyes peering into his very soul.
His cheeks flushed slightly and he muttered, "I have not……"

Glorfindel's eyes widened and a smile crossed his perfect lips. "Say
again? I do not believe I heard you correctly. I could swear you
said you had not."

Haldir squirmed under the Eldar's piercing gaze and cleared his
throat. "That is correct, I said I had not."

Glorfindel smiled broadly. "Really? So, I am your first then? How
delicious……"

"Do not make fun of me, Glorfindel……" Haldir grumbled.

Glorfindel pinned his lover's wrists over his head and pressed a deep
kiss to his lips. "I would never make fun of you, meleth nín. You
forget I am far older than you, it is to be expected that I would
have done things you have not."

Haldir smiled reluctantly. "I am afraid that my `reputation' has
somehow taken on a life of its own. While I am not an innocent, I am
not as experienced as some would have you believe."

Glorfindel nuzzled the marchwarden's ear. "Ah, my beautiful,
honorable, chaste, Haldir. What a precious gift you are to me."

Haldir's eyebrows rose in denial. "I am not chaste."

Glorfindel chuckled. "That is certainly true, a'maelamin. You are,
however, delectable."

Haldir laughed softly as his beloved Balrog Slayer caressed his neck
with his soft lips. "We have to bathe and dress for dinner, meleth
nín. Will you wear the robe I had made for you? It is so beautiful
with your azure eyes and golden hair."

Glorfindel smiled as he caressed his lover's face. "For you, meleth
nín, I would do anything."

Chapter 7 - Fated Love

Elrohir sat cross-legged on the bed as Elladan sat behind him,
combing through his damp hair, dividing it into sections, preparing
to braid it. The younger Peredhil sighed as he felt his twin's long
fingers run through his hair and he stroked the outside of Elladan's
calves gently with his strong hands. "I dread having dinner with
Grandmother and Grandfather." He said softly.

Elladan leaned forward, placing a soft kiss upon the back of his
twin's head. "As do I, gwanur, as do I."

Elrohir looked at the rumpled covers of the bed, his voice sounded
small and tired as he spoke. "They are so tedious. I would rather
stay here in bed with you, I am weary." He yawned slightly as he
leaned back into his brother's embrace.

Elladan blinked slowly, a yawn forming upon his lips as well. "What
choice do we have, Elrohir? If we do not go, you know we will never
hear the end of it and we will be in trouble with Adar and Naneth
(Father and Mother). But I agree, it would be far more pleasant to
spend the evening in your arms." He answered softly. "Did I tire you
out, gwanur?"

Elrohir purred quietly, "Mmm... yes, but it is a nice sort of tired."

Elladan sighed. "It is... it most definitely is."

As Elladan placed the last clip in his twin's hair, Elrohir leaned
back into him, quietly sighing. "How long do we have? Can we take a
little nap?."

Elladan wrapped his arms around his twin's frame. "Perhaps, a short
one." Elrohir twisted in his brother's arms so that he could lay his
head upon Elladan's shoulder as the elder twin lay back upon the
pillows, gathering his brother in his embrace. Elladan held his
twin, wondering what would become of them, when their kin sailed to
the undying lands.

Elrohir sat up and stared into Elladan's face, running his fingers
over his full lips and watching them curve into a smile. "I am
grateful for you, gwanur."

Elladan opened his eyes and watched his twin's beautiful face descend
upon him, his pewter eyes close slowly, his lips part softly as they
prepared to meet his own.

A knock upon the door broke their moment, and Elrohir quickly moved
to a chair beside the bed as Elladan ushered their visitor in.

Glorfindel entered Elladan's room and closed the door behind him.
The warrior looked at Elrohir, then Elladan. "You two have been up
to mischief."

Both Elladan and Elrohir's faces grew ashen pale as they froze under
the piercing gaze of their seneschal. Elladan swallowed.
"Glorfindel, it is my fault, I made Elrohir do it……"

Elrohir leapt to his feet and barked at his twin. "Do not take
responsibility for me, gwanur, I do not need to be protected."

Elladan took to his feet and placed his hands on his twin's
shoulders. "Elrohir, you would not have done it if I had not……"

Glorfindel interjected, "Who started it is unimportant. I can not
have the two of you running around tying Galadhrim to trees, it is
not conduct becoming the heirs of Imladris." Elladan's voice froze in
his throat and he felt suddenly dizzy as he sank to the bed and
Elrohir bit his lip, sinking back into the chair he had been sitting
in. The warrior continued, "Luckily for you, your victims were
unwilling to share the details of their embarrassing predicament, and
Haldir did not deem it necessary to push the matter further." He
took a deep breath and placed his hands upon his hips. "However, I
know the two of you were involved, I recognized your handiwork. I do
not want to have to talk to you again about this while we are here.
Is this understood?"

Both twins nodded mutely and sighed relief when the door closed
behind the warrior.

* * * *

Dinner with the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood could be a long and
tedious affair. Thankfully, that evening, the attendees were limited
to the twins, Elrond and Celebrían, Glorfindel and Haldir, and Rúmil
and Orophin. The Lord and Lady sat at opposite ends of the table;
Glorfindel and Haldir sat across from one another, flanking Celeborn.
Elrond and Celebrían were opposite one another, flanking Galadriel,
and the twins sat next to one another opposite Rúmil and Orophin.
Rúmil and Orophin were not often invited to have dinner with the Lord
and Lady, but because they had become close friends with the twins,
they were included.

Elladan regarded Rúmil with predatory intensity; he enjoyed watching
the young one squirm a bit. Truth be told, he found Rúmil to be
enticing enough, and he would not mind in the slightest holding him
in his arms again and listening to his sweet sighs. He glanced at
Rúmil as he took a juicy bite of fish from his fork, wrapping his
lips around it and sliding it off.

Rúmil swallowed as he sipped his wine, watching those ripe lips go
about their work, remembering Elladan's touch and his smooth tenor
voice in his ear. His heart belonged to Orophin, of that, there was
no doubt, but there was something about the elder Peredhil that was
impossible to resist.

Elladan closed his eyes briefly when he felt the caress of his
brother's hand upon his inner thigh. Elrohir was insatiable and bold
beyond measure, and he was utterly irresistible. He may have been
the one to seduce Elrohir initially, but everyday since, Elrohir
owned his heart. He blinked as he felt the spark of desire deep
within him and returned his gaze to Rúmil, smiling seductively before
taking a sip of wine.

Orophin's eyes widened as he felt Elrohir's bootless foot nudge his
knees apart and creep up the inside of his thigh. The younger
Peredhil smiled alluringly at him from across the table, winking
playfully at him before turning to smile at his father.

Elrond closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. He wondered if his
sons would ever settle down, if they would ever display the qualities
that were needed in a leader. He groaned inwardly as he felt
disappointment radiate from his mother-in-law.

Haldir and Glorfindel cast knowing glances to one another across the
table, thoughts of after dinner activities lingering in both their
minds. Haldir discussed the benefits of sharing tactical information
with their Imladris allies with his Lord, as Glorfindel smiled
approvingly in response, his gaze briefly caressing his lover's fine
form.

**How much longer do we have to sit here under their surveillance?**
Elrohir silently communicated with his twin.

Elladan choked back a gasp as Elrohir's hand came to rest in his lap,
fingers lightly tracing the seam of his leggings. **Ai, Elrohir, you
drive me mad, nín bain (my beauty).** his own thoughts traveled back
to his twin. Silence was broken when Elladan sweetly addressed his
grandmother. "My Lady, can Elrohir and I be excused? We would like
to take Rúmil and Orophin for a walk, it is such a lovely night."

Galadriel furrowed her brow for a brief moment before granting the
youngsters their leave. She planned to have a talk after dinner with
her daughter and son-in-law about the conduct of their offspring.

* * * *

Rúmil allowed himself to be tugged playfully behind Elladan, his
brother receiving similar treatment at the hands of Elrohir, as the
four elves made their way to the forest floor. No sooner had they
reached the relative privacy of the Lady's garden, then Elladan
pulled Rúmil into his arms and kissed him sweetly. He melted against
the Peredhil's lithe form, hearing his brother's outraged squawk and
wondering at it, before the feel of Elladan's hands on his bare skin
distracted his mind. He pulled away from the kiss, blinking in
surprise as he realized that in the seconds that Elladan had kissed
him, his nimble fingers had already worked the fastenings to his
tunic and had it halfway open.

The dark beauty grinned wickedly at him, sliding his hands over
Rúmil's chest, before glancing at his twin. Rúmil followed his gaze
and his mouth dropped open slightly. Orophin was pinned to a tree and
Elrohir was kissing him like he was trying to eat him from the mouth
down.

"Nobody can kiss like my brother," Elladan's warm breath caressed his
ear, drawing his attention away from the rather riveting scene. The
half-elf's lips were curved in a smirk. "Would you like to find out
for yourself, lirimaer (lovely one)?"

"What game are you playing?" Rúmil demanded, trying to push the
roaming hands away from him and failing, mainly because their touch
felt far too good. "My heart belongs to Orophin," he protested weakly.

"And mine to Elrohir," Elladan answered easily, leaning forward to
lick the sensitive skin below Rúmil's jaw. "Yet we enjoy the company
of others without fear. We know that, when all is done, we are
together, as we are meant to be. Surely you can see this?"

Rúmil found it difficult to see anything while the wicked beauty
continued to tease him this way. A soft moan escaped him when
Elladan's fingers brushed his nipples, and he felt his arousal harden
in response. He could hear Orophin's groans as well, and wondered
what Elrohir was doing to his brother to make him cry out that way.

Elladan's lips nibbled the edge of his ear, and he felt his knees
weaken at their touch. "Yet there is a balance to the game we play,"
the half-elf said softly, licking the delicate edge with his
tongue. "We do not take that which does not belong to us." His hand
brushed the rise of Rúmil's leggings, eliciting another moan from his
lips. "For as sweet and lovely as you are, meldiramin (my friend), I
would not take what is rightfully Orophin's, again."

He was startled when he felt the familiar brush of lips against the
back of his neck, hands sliding down his back to cup his bottom.
Elladan drew back slightly and turned him, pushing him into Orophin's
arms with a smile.

"That is where you belong, nín bain (my beauty)," Rúmil heard him
whisper softly, before he was lost to the touch of Orophin's lips
against his. He groaned, the sound muffled by the press of his
brother's mouth as he gave himself into his kiss, opening his mouth
eagerly to accept the sweet and welcome brush of his tongue. His arms
rose and entwined themselves around Orophin's neck as the kiss
deepened, and he felt Elladan press close behind him, his lips at his
neck. He opened his eyes, startled, and saw a pair of dark pewter
eyes just behind his brother's shoulder as Elrohir mirrored his
twin's actions, pressing himself against Orophin as he kissed the
archer.

Rúmil closed his eyes again, lost to the sensations of Orophin's body
and Elladan's body, of Orophin's lips on his, and Elladan's on his
neck. Hands, he did not know whose, slid over his body, touching him,
caressing him, until he was breathless with want.

"I think we should find someplace more private," Elrohir whispered,
breaking the moment with his words. "Anyone could discover us here."

"Aye," he heard Orophin murmur softly when they reluctantly drew
apart, and he saw his brother's smile.

~~~~~~~~

The meal had ended, thankfully, and Glorfindel took his polite leave
with Haldir, gratefully escaping to the privacy of Haldir's rooms.
Galadriel watched them go with knowing eyes, and gave a small sigh,
glancing at her husband. The tension at dinner had been nearly
unbearable. Between the Captain of the Galadhrim and the Seneschal of
Imladris, and the longing, heated looks passing between her grandsons
and Haldir's brothers, it had been all she could do to keep from
pulling Celeborn aside and.…… she hastily pushed the thought away.
There were other, more pressing concerns at the moment.

Elrond accepted the glass of brandy from Celeborn with polite thanks,
linking his arm though Celebrían's and smiling at her fondly. Perhaps
she could give him some insight as to how to deal with their
mischievous sons' irrepressible behavior. She had her father's
patience, and her mother's way of looking at things from all sides.
She looked particularly alluring this evening, he noted with pride,
dressed in a gauzy blue gown that brought out the sparkle in her eyes
as she smiled up at him. He was truly fortunate, he thought as she
leaned into his side, that his wife was not only an exceptional
beauty, but she had the brains to match.

"What is going on between your sons and my wardens?" Galadriel asked
without preamble, gliding with her customary grace to stand beside
her husband, her hand sliding up his arm to rest against the bend of
his elbow.

Elrond drew his attention away from Celebrían to look at his mother-
in-law, a slight frown tugging at his lips. "What do you mean?"

Galadriel's golden eyebrows lifted as she looked at him. "Surely you
noticed their behavior at dinner?"

Celebrían's golden laugh made them smile. "Surely you see nothing
wrong with their relationship with your wardens?" her daughter said
lightly. "They are young, the four of them. Let them enjoy their
youth."

Celeborn looked down at his wife, his blue eyes twinkling with gentle
teasing. "Surely, my love, you remember what it is to be young?"

A soft flush turned her cheeks a becoming pink as she met his gaze
and saw the memory of their own youth in his eyes. "I do not begrudge
them their enjoyment," she said softly. "I am simply concerned that
they may form a more permanent attachment. I have hopes of a more
political alliance for them."

Elrond closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "I would not
ask that of them."

"Not even to strengthen the ties between Imladris and Mirkwood?"
Galadriel asked quietly.

"Is that truly of concern in this day and age?" Elrond replied,
opening his eyes to meet his mother-in-law's gaze evenly. "The days
of politics are over. Imladris' relationship with the King of
Mirkwood has been, and always shall be strained; I doubt that any
political marriage between my sons and Thranduil's relatives will
ease that."

"Perhaps," Galadriel agreed. "It should still be considered," she
added softly, firmly.

Celeborn shook his head. "Leave it for now, my lady. They are still
young and their hearts are free. I doubt highly that their
relationship with Rúmil and Orophin is anything but temporary." He
glanced at his son-in-law and gave him a knowing smile. "And you, my
dear Elrond, should not worry so over their youthfulness. When the
time comes for them to take on more responsibilities, they will rise
to the occasion. Neither would willingly disappoint you. They love
you far too much."

Celebrían squeezed his arm lightly, and Elrond looked down at her,
seeing her smile at her father's words. "He is right, meleth nín (my
love). You worry far too much."

He nodded, and turned his gaze to Celeborn and Galadriel once
more. "I think that Celebrían and I will take a walk in your garden
before we retire, lady, with your kind permission?"

Galadriel inclined her head gracefully. "Of course. Please enjoy
yourselves." She watched her daughter and son-in-law leave, a smile
curving her lips as she saw that they had only eyes for each other.
Her smile broadened when she felt Celeborn's arms wind around her
waist and pull her to him, and she turned, tilting her head to look
up at him.

"They get their mischievous nature from you, though no one would
believe it," she said softly. "They are not unlike their grandfather
in their passion for life and all it holds."

He looked down at her a moment, his hands spanning her dainty waist
before he spoke. "I can see, my lovely wife, that I need to keep your
mind occupied with other things, if our grandsons are to have any
fun."

Her lips curved briefly and she arched an eyebrow at him. "Did you
have something in particular in mind, my lord?"

Celeborn had no difficulty showing her that he did.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The morning sun woke Orophin as it warmed his face, and he opened his
eyes blearily, exhausted, sore, and so wonderfully content. Rúmil's
head rested sweetly against his chest, and he buried his nose in his
brother's soft hair for a moment, inhaling his scent. His eyes
traveled over Rúmil's fair body, relaxed in reverie, and paused at
sight of a slightly darker skinned arm flung about his brother's
waist. He lifted his head slightly and managed a faint smile. Elladan
was curled against Rúmil's back, his dark gray eyes glazed in
reverie. Behind him, curled in a similar fashion, his arms holding
his twin even in slumber, was Elrohir. The younger Peredhil's face
was buried in his twin's hair, and Orophin's smile grew slightly,
recognizing the same gesture he had made earlier with Rúmil.

He laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes once more,
his hands idly stroking his brother's shoulder as he remembered the
previous night.

The four of them had ended up at the room he shared with his brother,
and there was a moment of uncertainty as they looked at each other.
Then Elladan had pushed Rúmil into his arms and he was lost. He
became gradually aware that the twins were undressing, but he did not
care, his brother's sweet kisses enflaming him as his hands stroked
Rúmil's trembling and eager body. He barely remembered the twins
turning to undress them as well, pulling them apart briefly to divest
them of their tunics and leggings, before pushing them together once
more. Elrohir had pressed behind him, his twin mirroring him behind
Rúmil and things had quickly become more heated. Gentle but
insistent hands had pressed him against the bed as Elrohir cradled
him in his arms, kissing his neck and ears, hands sliding teasingly
over his chest as Rúmil's mouth consumed him. Elladan had crawled
forward on the bed, kneeling next to his twin, and Orophin's lust had
burned brighter when he saw Elrohir take his brother's length between
his lips.

Elladan's and Orophin's groans had filled the air as their younger
brothers brought them to their peak.

Orophin smiled, his fingertips sliding softly over Rúmil's shoulders
and opened his eyes when he felt his brother stirring. Gray-blue eyes
met his, and his brother's mouth curved in a sweet but tired smile.

"Ready to go hunting?" he asked softly, cupping his face and brushing
his fingers over Rúmil's lips.

"I do not think I can walk," Rúmil replied with a quiet chuckle.

The heard a quiet groan from behind him and turned as the twins both
woke, their pewter eyes slowly coming into focus as the last vestiges
of reverie left them. Elladan rubbed his face with his hand, before
rolling to give his brother a proper greeting.

Orophin agreed with the sentiment and kissed his brother soundly,
eliciting a soft chuckle from Rúmil.

"Now that is a sight," Elrohir said, his dark eyes twinkling with
mischief.

"That we could get used to," Elladan added with a smirk. "There is
something to be said for waking with not one but three beautiful
elves in my bed."

Orophin snorted and shook his head. "It is my bed, meldiramin," he
said, stroking Rúmil's back as his brother snuggled against his chest
once more.

"And we thank you for sharing it," Elladan replied honestly, dropping
a kiss on Orophin's mouth and startling him. He tilted his head
playfully and tugged at Rúmil's braid. "Now, I believe you mentioned
hunting?"

~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel opened one eye and watched his lover dress, a frown
creeping across his fair face. He had been awake for some time, but
had been enjoying simply lying in bed, with his lover curled against
him and sharing his warmth.

Haldir saw Glorfindel's frown and gave him a rueful smile. "I am
sorry, meleth nín (my love), but duty calls."

"Would it be highly inappropriate if I joined you today?" Glorfindel
asked, rolling over and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
He stretched, catlike, a soft groan of pleasure escaping him as he
woke his slightly aching muscles. He heard Haldir's swift intake of
breath and grinned up at his lover.

"If you continue to do that, I will be late," Haldir informed him
almost primly, but his gray eyes twinkled with good humor.

"My apologies, hûn nín (my heart)," Glorfindel replied, reaching for
his clothing. "I will try to keep my teasing to a minimum." He
gasped in surprise when strong arms enfolded him and pushed him down
onto the bed.

"I would never ask that of you, maethor nín (my warrior)," Haldir
grinned down at him, before pressing a quick and heated kiss against
his mouth. "I do not expect the impossible."

"Ha!" Glorfindel chuckled, pushing the marchwarden off him. "You will
be late, indeed, if you kiss me like that." He glanced up at Haldir
as he slid his leggings over his hips and laced them. "You are far
too tempting, a'maelamin (beloved)."

A small but pleased smile played about Haldir's lips as he finished
dressing. He enjoyed the fact that his lover found him as
irresistible as he found him. "I would not find it inappropriate if
you joined me on my rounds, my Lord," he said, pulling his boots on
and smoothing them against his calves. "It would be a pleasure to
share this day with you."

Glorfindel finished dressing and pulled Haldir into his arms, giving
him a soft kiss. "It is a pleasure to share anything with you," he
replied finally, before releasing him and giving him a smirk. "Now,
come, or you will be late."

Haldir shook his head at his lover, grumbling under his breath. "I am
never late." His lover's soft chuckle made him smile.

Chapter 8 -- Haven Found

The four companions made their way through the Golden Wood, far away
from the city of Caras Galadhon. The sun filtered through the
branches, casting soft golden light upon the ground as they walked,
Rúmil and Orophin leading the way, with the twins in tow. They
stopped near a meadow in the waning light of the afternoon and set up
camp. Rúmil and Orophin gathered wood for a fire as the twins
unfolded their bedrolls and unpacked their stores.

"This is a lovely place." Elladan remarked as he pulled several
bottles of Old Wineyards from his pack.

Elrohir kicked off his boots and stretched out on his back, crossing
his ankles and folding his hands behind his head. "Aye, and we have
four more settings of the sun before we have to return. Four days
and five nights to do naught but eat, drink, and partake of one
another. I do believe this is paradise, gwanur."

Elladan smiled and lay beside his twin, caressing his face and
pushing an errant strand of hair from his beautiful face. "Anywhere
you are is paradise to me, gwanur." He whispered, then smiled
playfully.

Elrohir coyly smiled at his brother, at the one who had become his
reason for living. He ran his fingers along Elladan's braid, his
fingertips grazing the ends. "Do you love me, gwanur?" his honey-
coated voice floated into Elladan's ears.

Elladan moved over his twin, slowly rolling his hips into his
brother. "Desperately, Elrohir." Came Elladan's reply. He lowered
his mouth to his brother's as he had done countless times since their
first night together, pressing their silken lips together, caressing
his brother's tongue with his own.

They broke from their kiss and Elrohir smiled seductively. "Do you
know what I want, Elladan?"

Elladan smiled and whispered against his brother's lips, "No,
Elrohir, what do you want?"

Elrohir's legs fell apart and he bended his knees, squeezing his
brother between his thighs as he breathlessly replied, "I want to
watch you with Rúmil; I want to watch you make him beg."

Elladan smiled wickedly, moaning softly as his brother's tongue
teased his lips. "And what will you do to occupy our friend Orophin?"

Elrohir growled playfully and nipped his brother's bottom lip. "I
will ensure that he is entertained, but that he watches as well. I
would enjoy pressing into the heat of his body as he watches his
brother being taken, but I know that we agreed we would not do that."

Elladan gasped quietly as his brother's fingers traced the seam of
his leggings, between his firm buttocks. "It would be unfair to take
what we will not give, gwanur."

Elrohir groaned mockingly, "I know, you are right, but one can dream,
yes?"

Elladan's eyes went dark in an instant. "I would have you now,
gwanur, here in the warm sunshine, without cover of tree or brush."

Elrohir moaned and arched against his brother's questing
hands. "Would you?" he breathed.

Elladan's tongue teased his brother's ear. "Aye, I would have you
where all could see us if I could. I would have you on the very
stair of our house in the middle of the day." He struggled with the
clasps of Elrohir's tunic as he rode his brother's undulating
body. "I would have you scream my name in the halls of our father's
house as I filled you with my heat. I am possessed by you, Elrohir,
I am your slave, your whore."

Elrohir grasped his brother's face in his hands and whispered, "Never
a whore, Elladan, never that."

Elladan smiled mournfully at his brother as he caressed his face. "I
am your corrupter, your damnation……"

Elrohir stopped his lips with his fingers. "You are my love and my
soul, cuiamin (my life)."

Elladan rose to his feet, kicking off his boots and removing his
clothing as Elrohir did the same, their eyes never leaving one
another. He stood over his brother's nude form, his own clothes
lying in a heap next to their bedroll. His voice dripped with
sensuality, travelling straight to Elrohir's arousal. "I am your
lover."

Elrohir reached up for him, legs and arms open, waiting to enfold his
twin's body. "Melethron nín (my lover)," he whispered.

Elladan sank to his knees, covering Elrohir's body with his own as he
pressed a bruising kiss to his brother's heated lips. "Amin (mine)……"
he whispered.

"Uma (yes)……" Elrohir moaned. He arched his back and spread his legs,
offering himself to his brother. He groaned as he felt Elladan's
slick, heated arousal slide between his legs, teasing, promising,
driving him on. He cried out in frustration as his brother tormented
him, gasping for air as his body trembled in anticipation for the
familiar sensation of being impaled upon his brother's length. "Fill
me, Elladan, maba nín sí, gwanur. Saes (take me here, brother. Please)
……" he whispered.

"Mmm…… not yet, my wanton." Elladan's lips caressed his brother's
face. "By Elbereth, how beautiful you are steeped in corruption,
flushed and feverish in anticipation." Elladan purred. He held his
brother's wrists over his head as he continued to tease him, his own
desire building to impossible heights, burning his very blood in his
veins. "Too long have we had to whisper and deny our passion
voice. Not any longer, not now, meleth." He teased his brother's
hungry mouth with his tongue before whispering against his lips, "My
name, Elrohir, I want to hear you scream it to the treetops, I want
to hear it float upon the wind."

Elrohir writhed beneath him, his arousal painfully trapped between
his twin's body and his own, hot, delicious friction burning him,
aching, throbbing; wantonness overcoming his entire being. He was
corrupted, he was damned, and he loved every moment of it, he lived
for it. He gasped as he felt Elladan's arousal at his entrance and
cried out at the top of his lungs as he was taken unprepared. He
arched his back, hooking his legs around his brother's waist as
Elladan slammed into him, his brother's groans of pleasure and love
filling his ears. Again and again he was both split wide and made
whole. As was with each time his brother took him, memories of their
first night flooded his mind, how his soul was laid bare; he was more
naked in that moment than he had ever been.

"Elladan!" He cried, his brother's name taking flight and filling the
air around them.

"Elrohir……" Elladan breathed into his ear, "Meleth nín (my love)……"
Elladan cried out into Elrohir's hair as they found their release
together, collapsing upon his brother's form in a boneless heap.

Elrohir stroked his hair with his trembling hands, holding him close
with his arms and legs. "Amin mela lle, Elladan. I could never live
without you……" he whispered.

Elladan sighed into his brother's hair and softly kissed his
ear. "You are my life, Elrohir, you are everything to me."

Elrohir smiled and held his brother tight, reclining in the sun,
wrapped around his lover.

* * * *

Rúmil stood up bolt upright as he heard the sound of Elrohir's voice
cry out into the forest. He turned and looked at Orophin, who had
also looked up from his task. "Ai, Orophin, have you ever heard
anything like that?"

Orophin mutely nodded his head, his eyes widening. He
whispered, "Once or twice. I venture to guess that the twins are
lost in one another."

Rúmil smiled. "Perhaps we should give them sometime alone, gwanur."

Orophin returned his brother's smile. "Aye, I believe we should."

The brothers carefully piled the wood they had gathered, then walked
hand in hand to a nearby stream. They sat upon a rock, watching the
sunset over the mountains, Rúmil's head upon Orophin's shoulder, the
elder brother's arm around his waist. Neither said a word for a long
while, content to enjoy the peaceful sunset and one another's
company. They finally rose as the sun dipped behind the ridge of the
Misty Mountains and retrieved the wood they had gathered, returning
to camp.

* * * *

Upon their return, the brothers found Elladan and Elrohir sitting at
the base of a tree. Elladan sat leaning against the trunk and
Elrohir reclined between his legs. They wore nothing but their
leggings, their hair was unbound and fell luxuriously over their
shoulders, the ends resting upon their stomachs. They both lazily
sipped their wine as they smiled, the heat of passion still evident
in the slight flush of their skin and the languid look in their
eyes. "Where have the two of you been?" their voices softly
questioned in unison.

Orophin and Rúmil placed the wood they had gathered near the fire pit
and sat cross-legged on their own bedrolls. "Gathering wood……" Rúmil
answered softly.

Orophin cocked his head, pushing a stray braid behind his ear. "The
two of you have been busy I see……"

Elrohir smiled wickedly. "Aye, `twas the first time we have been
truly alone in weeks. Caras Galadhon is not the most private city in
Elvendom."

Elladan snorted. "One could cause quite a stir there, singing as you
just did, gwanur."

Elrohir turned his head and nipped at Elladan's chest as the elder
twin barked in surprise and laughed softly. "You inspire me,
gwanur," Elrohir murmured.

Rúmil blushed and looked at the ground, picking at blades of soft
grass. Orophin cleared his throat and moved to rise. "Well…… we
should prepare a fire, it will be dark soon. We have packed some
cheese, dried meats and some fruit. `Tis too late to hunt, I think."

Elrohir rose to his feet and pulled his brother up behind him. "We
will build the fire while you unpack the stores. There is wine in
the bottle there, by the tree." He pointed to where they just sat.

Rúmil rose and began unpacking their dinner as Orophin fished two
glasses from the bag, noting an additional four bottles in the
bottom. "How much of this did you bring?" He questioned with a
raised eyebrow.

Elladan chuckled and quietly answered, "We are here for four days and
five more nights, no point in not having some comforts of home."

Orophin wagged an unopened bottle at him. "This is potent wine, far
more so than what we are accustomed to."

Elrohir shrugged and smiled teasingly. "You are elf-enough to handle
it, gwador (brother-platonic)."

Orophin narrowed his eyes and put the bottle back in the pack,
grumbling under his breath, "Ai, I do not trust them."

The four companions settled down for dinner, and Rúmil felt like a
fawn caught in a trap, Elladan's predatory glances making him squirm
uncomfortably on the ground. He could not deny he found the Peredhil
irresistible, but he worried that he upset Orophin when he gave in.
He took a deep draught of the wine, hoping to calm his nerves.

Orophin furrowed his brow when he saw how much wine his little
brother had consumed, shaking his head. **Ai, this is not good.** he
thought to himself.

Elrohir stretched his long, muscular limbs and laid his head in
Orophin's lap, causing the Silvan to gasp in surprise. Orophin
blinked and stared down into those impossibly large, round, pewter
eyes and felt a brief spark of desire fire inside him. He gazed upon
Elrohir's face, his smooth perfect skin, just a bare shade darker
than his own, large eyes, aristocratic cheekbones, and those full,
ripe lips. By Elbereth, how Elrohir's mouth drove him mad, his
kisses, soft caresses of his lips and tongue…… he felt his arousal
harden at the mere thought of it. Elrohir's voice crying out his
passion earlier had caused that flutter deep in his stomach,
imagining what Elladan did to him to make him scream his brother's
name.

A plaintive whimper issued from Rúmil and Orophin began to turn his
head to look at his brother, but his chin was caught firmly in
Elrohir's grasp. "Look at me, Orophin." The Peredhil's honey-coated
voice commanded, and he found he could not disobey. He watched
Elrohir's tongue slip out and caress his perfect lips and heard his
own voice moan as if it were coming from outside his body.

Elrohir took a deep breath, slowly and seductively arching his back
and stretching as he held Orophin's gaze. "You like my mouth, do you
not?"

Orophin nodded mutely, his arousal hardening further beneath
Elrohir's head.

"Would you like me to wrap my lips around you? Would you like to
feel them slide along your beautiful, silken flesh?" He blinked
slowly, his eyes darkening a shade.

He nodded again, a soft moan escaping his lips. Before Orophin could
fathom what was happening, Elrohir was on his feet, pulling him to
his own and pressing him against the trunk of a tree. **How can they
be so fast?** he wondered to himself, **They are only half-elven……**
He realized his own reflexes were dulled by the wine and his own
wanton desire of this exotic elf. He tilted his head back and
groaned as Elrohir's perfect lips assaulted his neck and shoulders
before moving to his own and plundering the deepest recesses of his
mouth. He whimpered into the kiss, his knees momentarily buckling as
he felt the Peredhil catch him under the arms, propping him back up.
The cool night air caressed his bared chest as his tunic fell away,
Rúmil's whimpers and soft moans echoed distantly in his ears, nearly
drowned out by his own and Elrohir's.

"You have beautiful flesh, Orophin, soft as the finest silk and pale
as moonlight." Elrohir whispered. "Such beautiful flesh would make a
lovely canvas……"

Orophin looked down at Elrohir, who now knelt before him, unlacing
his leggings and sliding them just past his hips. "You propose to
use me as such?" he asked as he struggled to maintain regularity of
breathing.

Elrohir raised a finely arched dark eyebrow. "Would you permit us,
melethron?"

Orophin blinked, trying to steady himself, the world seemed to be
spinning beneath his feet and he clung to the trunk of the tree as if
his life depended on it. "I…… I do not know…… I……"

Elrohir chuckled and whispered, "Come now, meldir (friend) I promise,
you will find it pleasurable. My brother is very talented with a
brush."

Orophin took a deep breath and whispered, "Surely you did not bring
those things hunting."

Elrohir drew his tongue in a long slow stroke up the center of
Orophin's torso. He paused, his lips hovering just out of Orophin's
reach. "Elladan takes his tools where ever he goes." He turned his
head, purring as Orophin reached for his ear with his mouth, the
archer's hands coming from the tree trunk to his waist. "Gwanur? I
have a lovely canvas for you to work on."

Elladan pulled Rúmil into his lap, the younger elf straddling him as
he sat upon a wide log. "I believe I have one here as well, gwanur.
I think we should paint them both."

Elrohir smiled wickedly as he turned back to Orophin. "Aye, I think
that is an excellent idea."

Rúmil reached for Elladan's mouth like a hungry hatchling, his long
archers fingers tangling in Elladan's hair. The Peredhil laughed
softly as Rúmil played about his lips with his tongue, eager to give
his friend pleasure. "My, my, lirimaer (lovely one). We are
enthusiastic suddenly. What happened to your reservations?"

Rúmil pulled back and stared into Elladan's eyes. "You have taught
me so well, mellon (friend)…… I thought you should see the results of
your efforts."

Elladan smiled wickedly, this new boldness was quite enticing. He
clasped Rúmil by the back of the head and growled, "Well, I see I do
not have to handle you so carefully now. Prepare yourself, lirimaer
(lovely one), your education is about to continue." He assaulted
Rúmil's mouth with his own, pressing a deep, bruising kiss to his
soft lips.

**I am drowning……** Rúmil absently thought, **I am going to die here,
now……** Elladan's tongue caressed his own, roaming the roof of his
mouth before entwining around his tongue again. His powerful hands
hungrily roamed his flesh, fingers lightly pinching and teasing a
taut nipple before digging into his muscles. He leaned back against
the press of the Peredhil's hands, sliding deeper into his lap and
slowly undulating his hips.

Elladan broke the kiss, his lips traveling to Rúmil's ear. "I
remember it. Do you, lirimaer (lovely one)?" Elladan huskily
whispered into his ear. "I remember how you felt, how you trembled,
how you finally gave in so very sweetly. Do you remember, Rúmil?"

Rúmil whimpered and moaned again, his hands tangling in Elladan's
sable mane, breathlessly answering, "Uma (Yes)……"

Elladan smiled against his ear, rolling his hips and his arousal into
the younger elf. "Mmm…… you are so sweet, Rúmil, so soft; so pure is
your desire." His mouth ghosted along the curve of the younger elf's
ear. "I will have to savor the memory……" his hand trailed down
Rúmil's abdomen and over the now throbbing rise in his leggings,
before traveling lower, tracing the seam past Rúmil's entrance. "for
I will never feel it again, that belongs to Orophin now. But the
rest…… the rest is for me, tonight."

Rúmil groaned and arched his back, pressing into Elladan's hands and
wrapping his legs around the Peredhil's waist, overcome with wanton
lust. The dark elf's hands and mouth were everywhere at once,
consuming him from the outside as he was consumed from within by his
own burning lust. "Elladan……" he whispered into the Peredhil's ear
and heard him growl in response. The string popped loose on his
leggings and he felt the dark elf's hand slide inside, palming his
heated flesh. "Saes…… saes, hir nín (Please, please, my Lord)," he
moaned as he felt Elladan's hand slide lower, rolling the now taut
pouch of skin that lay beneath his arousal. He cried out when his
tormentor gave it a little squeeze, causing his arousal to twitch
inside his leggings. The Peredhil's fingers softly trailed further
back, massaging his entrance, but not pressing inside.

"Ai, melethron……" Elladan crooned, "I want this so badly I can taste
it." His lips moved to the Silvan's ear. "But I will not take it."

Rúmil moaned urgently as his lover lifted him from his lap, placing
him upon his feet and grasping the top of his leggings. He gasped as
he felt his leggings slide past his hips and his arousal sprang free,
kissed by the cool night air. The loss of Elladan's lips upon his
skin allowed him to regain his composure for a brief moment. "Where
is my brother?" he managed.

Elladan chuckled, a husky sound that was somewhat akin to a
growl, "He is being entertained by my brother, pen neth (young one).
Do not worry about him."

Elrohir tugged Orophin from the tree and placed the archer in front
of him, his arms around Orophin's abdomen and his mouth on the
archer's ear. His hands slid down Orophin's bared chest and inside
his leggings that were now hanging loosely from his hips. Orophin's
head fell back upon his shoulder as he groaned again. He had teased
Orophin to impossible hardness with his mouth and hands, enjoying the
groans and plaintive moans and sighs that escaped his lips. "Watch,
melethron……" he growled into Orophin's ear, "watch my brother torment
Rúmil as I torment you."

Orophin opened his lust-glazed eyes and took in the vision of his
brother standing in front of Elladan. The elder Peredhil was also
nude, and his powerful form looked imposing next to Rúmil's lithe
body. He moaned again as Elrohir's skilled hands manipulated his
heated flesh, and he arched into his touch, feeling the Peredhil's
arousal press between his buttocks. He felt disconnected,
disoriented; the only clear sensations were those of Elrohir's hands
and mouth upon his body, the warm press of his form against his own.
He wanted to go to Rúmil, not because he was worried, but because he
wanted to kiss him, to touch him the way Elladan was doing now. A
keening cry issued from Rúmil's lips as Elladan's mouth enclosed upon
the archer's arousal, and Orophin groaned in response, his knees
nearly buckling as his arousal twitched in Elrohir's hand.

Elrohir whispered into Orophin's ear, "Your brother is beautiful, is
he not? So lost in passion…… Ai, my brother is a master, Orophin, I
think you would enjoy his touch as well." He kept Orophin at the
edge, his climax dancing just out of reach.

Orophin's hands drifted behind him, and he rubbed his palm over the
prominent rise in the Peredhil's leggings, earning him a low moan in
his ear. His moans turned to urgent whimpers as Elrohir's tongue
mercilessly assaulted his ear, caressing the curve before drawing the
point between his unnaturally soft lips. He heard his younger
brother cry out his release and felt Elrohir squeeze the base of his
arousal, preventing his own. "Saes, melethron (Please, lover), I feel
as though I may burst."

Elrohir slid his hands down Orophin's strong back and pushed his
leggings past his hips, encouraging the archer to step out of them as
they hit the ground. He gently urged Orophin to lie upon his back,
near where Rúmil was being consumed by Elladan. He drew the tip of
his tongue along the underside of the archer's arousal and heard him
moan urgently in response. Orophin's pleading whispers were driving
him mad as he took the archer in his mouth and brought him to
release, swallowing and opening wider as Orophin began to thrust into
his mouth. His soft moans vibrated along Orophin's length, finally
causing the archer to cry out as he spilled inside his mouth. He
swallowed his warm essence and let his heated length slide from
between his lips. He slowly and languidly cleaned his lover,
delighting in the soft moans and brief shudders coming from him. He
rose to his hands and knees, crawling over Orophin's limp body, his
silken hair trailing along his bare torso. He saw the still hungry
look in Orophin's eye and smiled, teasing his lips with his
tongue. "Will you be so kind as to return the favor, mellon nín (my
friend)?"

Orophin smiled and rose to his elbows. He laughed softly as Elrohir
continued to tickle him with his tongue and hair. "Aye, melethron
(lover), I would be so kind." He pushed Elrohir to his back and
rolled over the top of him, smiling as his mouth explored the
Peredhil's silken flesh. Elrohir moaned and undulated beneath him as
he languorously explored his friend's body, teasing with his tongue
and nipping with his teeth. He settled between the dark beauty's
legs, the cool grass beneath him as he nuzzled his arousal, smiling
when he arched and groaned in response. He grasped the Peredhil's
hips in his hands, holding them still as he tormented him with his
mouth, teasing, caressing, and probing with his tongue. A string of
erotic words spilled from Elrohir's mouth in mixed Sindarin and
Quenya as Orophin went about his work.

Rúmil clutched Elladan's shoulders in his hands, his knees feeling as
though they would buckle as the Peredhil swallowed him. He cried out
as his release came, tangling his hands in Elladan's hair as he
thrust deeply into his mouth. He whimpered at the loss of that wet
warmth, and trembled again as he felt the Peredhil's tongue sliding
across his over sensitized flesh. He dropped to his knees in front
of Elladan, gazing into his dark eyes. He brushed his lips over the
Peredhil's, teasing his lips apart with his tongue; he tasted his own
essence there, inside that warm, wet, nirvana that was Elladan's
mouth. It was a long, slow, lazy kiss that seemed to go on for
hours; the only sounds to be heard were soft moans and mouths upon
flesh.

Rúmil slowly pushed Elladan to his back and lay on top of him, slowly
undulating as he explored his lover's neck and ear. He felt
Elladan's strong fingers in his hair, untying his braids as he drew
his tongue along the side, rolling his hips into his lover's
arousal.

Elladan groaned as Rúmil snaked his way down his body, clutching his
leggings and pulling them down as he went. The feel of Rúmil's mouth
upon his heated arousal caused him to utter a deep moan, and he
rolled his hips forward into the archer's grasp. Slowly began to
thrust into Rúmil's mouth as the Silvan worked his heated flesh with
his lips. **Oh he has learned well indeed……** he thought to himself
as Rúmil pleasured him. Soft purrs and growls escaped his lips as
the marchwarden started to take him deeper, his soft lips sliding
along his throbbing length. He arched his back, thrusting deeper,
tangling his hands in Rúmil's hair as he came, then he sunk back to
the ground, sighing as the archer cleaned him with his tongue. "Very
well done, rwalaer (lusty one)……" he crooned, and he felt the soft
flutter of Rúmil's breath against his stomach. He slowly sat up,
gazing down at the young marchwarden who reclined between his legs,
and smiled.

"Did I please you?" Rúmil asked teasingly.

He chuckled and quietly responded, "Aye, you did, you did indeed."

Orophin and Elrohir crawled over to where they lay, and Elrohir
tossed Elladan his bag. "Time to see your talent, gwanur." He
whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his twin's lips.

Elladan took up the bag and smiled. "Mmm…… who to do first?"

Rúmil beamed, "Do me first, mellon nín (my friend)."

Elladan smiled wickedly and caressed the archer's cheek. "Alright
then. Lay on your stomach."

Rúmil crawled over to Orophin, placing a lingering kiss upon his
brother's lips before settling his nude body next to him. Orophin
shifted slightly, laying on his side and stroking his brother's fine
hair as Rúmil sighed.

Elladan withdrew a small vial and a fine tipped brush, and smiled at
Orophin. "Keep him still, meldir (friend), the less he moves the
finer the art will be."

Orophin smiled and nodded, bestowing soft kisses upon Rúmil's cheek
and ear.

"What to draw?" Elladan mused. "What do you remind me of, sweet
Rúmil?"

Elrohir leaned over and whispered in his twin's ear, "Little deer."

Elladan smiled broadly, his full lips curving beautifully as his
pewter eyes sparkled. "Yes, yes of course, gwanur. That is
perfect." He straddled the back of the archer's thighs and dipped his
brush in the ink. With graceful strokes began drawing the form of a
deer upon Rúmil's lower back.

Rúmil flinched at the first cool, wet touch of the brush, but soon
settled into the feeling, finding he quite enjoyed it. The soft,
silken strokes of the brush upon his skin and the warm comforting
feeling of his brother's hands upon his shoulders caused him to sigh,
and he closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the feeling of
Elladan's strokes with the brush and Orophin's strokes with his
hands. Soft moans emanated from him as he imagined his brother's
lips and hands upon his flesh, his deep voice echoing in his ears and
his mind; words of love, of want, of loyalty that could only come
from one of his own blood. "Amin mela lle, Orophin," he whispered.
He felt Orophin's silken hair brush his shoulders as he leaned in and
whispered against his ear, "Amin mela lle, Rúmil." He fought the
urge to shift his position, his reawakening arousal was pressing
against his stomach, trapped between him and the cool grass. He
gasped quietly as he felt Elladan's warm, sweet breath brush his
flesh in smooth caresses, and he shifted, smiling at how good it felt.

Elladan sat up and smiled, tilting his head and admiring his work.
He leaned forward and blew upon the ink once again, making sure it
was dry before rising off Rúmil's legs. "Perfect," he crooned, his
hands caressing the swell of Rúmil's buttocks, "it fits you well,
mellon nín."

Rúmil craned his neck trying to see his new adornment but was
unable. "What does it look like, gwanur?" he asked softly.

Orophin smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his brother's hair. "It is
beautiful. It is a little deer, swift and graceful as you are, meleth
nín."

Rúmil smiled and sat up, his lips meeting Orophin's in a passionate
kiss.

Elladan smiled and gazed at the elder archer. "Your turn, meldir.
Lay on your back with your arms at your sides."

Orophin did as instructed, stretching out his lithe yet muscular
form, crossing his ankles as his head came to rest in Rúmil's lap.
His younger brother gently stroked the hair from his face, fingers
trailing through his braids.

Elladan straddled the archer's body, coming to rest just above his
arousal, balancing on his heels. He stared at the Silvan for a few
moments, pondering the right design to adorn his lithe body. He
smiled as it came to him; a fox, crafty and wise, as was his friend.
He swirled his brush in the ink again, thoroughly wetting it before
applying it to his friend's chest.

Orophin gasped and smiled, the soft, wet brush tickling his
chest. "Ai, that tickles……" he chuckled.

Elrohir joined his elder brother, balancing on his heels behind him,
his hands stroking his brother's back as he went about his
work. "Mmm…… you are so talented, gwanur. I think you need to mark
me once again."

Elladan smiled and licked his lips as he concentrated. "I would love
to, a'maelamin……" he whispered softly, "but only if you do me."

Elrohir leaned in, his ripe lips caressing Elladan's ear. "I would do
many things to you, given time and opportunity, meleth nín."

Elladan laughed softly and inclined his head slightly, giving his
brother better access to his ear. Elrohir's hands drifted around to
his bare chest, caressing his muscles and tweaking his nipples as he
went about his work.

Orophin closed his eyes and began to moan softly as Elladan slowly
rocked his hips, the Peredhil's burgeoning arousal occasionally
brushing his stomach. The soft, wet strokes of the brush were not
unlike a tongue, only cooler, and he felt his own arousal beginning
to respond in kind. He drew a shuddering breath as Elladan's hair
caressed his arms and the elf's warm breath floated over his chest.
In the time he had known Elladan and Elrohir, he had not experienced
the elder twin's touch or kiss. Elladan was like him, determined,
single minded, and somewhat predatory; he pitied anyone who thought
to escape this master of seduction's advances.

Elladan sat up and smiled, pleased with his work. He turned his head
to meet his twin's lips in the briefest of touches, his eyes
darkening a shade as they parted. "Now for you, melethron……" he
whispered huskily. Elrohir smiled and rose to his feet as his
brother knelt before him. "I know just what to paint you with." He
dipped his brush in the ink once more, and began to adorn his twin's
hip and upper thigh with a running stallion.

Elrohir moaned quietly and closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall
back and his hands to come to rest gently in his twin's hair. His
heart beat faster and his breaths came close together as he struggled
to stand still. Elladan's hair brushed against his arousal and he
moaned a bit louder, losing himself in a ritual that once belonged to
only them.

When Elladan finished he blew upon the ink to dry it as his hands
found their way up Elrohir's thighs and around to his buttocks.
**Amin mela lle, gwanur.** he whispered with his mind.

**Amin mela lle, beautiful Elladan.** Came his brother's reply.

Elrohir pulled his twin to his feet, and took his place, kneeling
before him. He swirled the brush in the ink and took it to his
brother's stomach, painting a beautiful wolf in the expanse of skin
between Elladan's navel and his arousal.

Elladan smiled and whispered as Elrohir blew upon the ink, his
arousal now pulsated with need, his body consumed with love for his
twin. He looked down and smiled. "That is beautiful, gwanur."

Chapter 9 -- All Good Things Must End

It was their last night before they had to return, and Rúmil found
himself regarding the bottom of his cup somewhat fuzzily, as his mind
tried to recall exactly how much wine he had consumed during the
course of the evening.

"More wine, gwanur?" Elrohir asked quietly, holding the last bottle
up with a cheeky grin. Elladan lay between his thighs, his sable
hair spread out against his chest, a slightly tipsy smile curving his
lips.

Rúmil blinked slowly, both sets of pewter eyes regarding him with
good-natured humor and affection, and licked his lips. "I do not
think I had better," he finally said.

"Nonsense," Elrohir replied, his brother moving aside so he could
rise to his feet. His steps were graceful and did not reveal any
affects of the wine he had consumed. He paused before Rúmil and
reached for his cup.

"No, I think I have had enough," Rúmil tried again, glancing down at
Orophin. A startled chuckle escaped him when he saw his brother; his
head was next to Rúmil's thigh, and his breathing was slow and even,
his eyes glazed in reverie. "He is asleep," he observed with a shake
of his head.

"Aye," Elrohir laughed softly, reaching out to stroke Orophin's
golden hair with light fingers, before snatching Rúmil's cup from his
hands. "He fell asleep shortly after he lay down next to you. I think
you tired him out, meldiramin (my friend)," he said with a smirk,
handing the now full cup back to his friend.

"Oh," Rúmil replied, accepting the wine with a rueful smile. "I
believe I am already quite drunk," he said, eyeing the red contents
with obvious reservation.

Elrohir placed the bottle next to Orophin and crouched down in front
of Rúmil, his eyes alight with mischief. "I do not think so, meldir
(friend)," he said lightly, running his fingers over the fine curve
of Rúmil's jaw. He heard his soft intake of breath and saw his
friend's gray-blue eyes widen slightly. "My brother is right," he
murmured softly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he
regarded the fair face before him. "You are practically irresistible."

Rúmil did not have time to reply before he felt those soft lips
against his, brushing lightly over his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut
and he swayed slightly, opening his mouth under the gentle pressure
of Elrohir's kiss, feeling the velvet brush of the Peredhil's tongue
against his. His pulse quickened and he gave a soft moan, utterly
lost to the sensation of Elrohir's soft lips.

Elrohir pulled back and gave the flushed elf a warm smile, brushing a
lock of blonde hair away from Rúmil's face and tucking it behind his
ear. "Orophin is lucky indeed," he murmured, rising gracefully to his
feet.

"So I have said," Elladan replied from behind him, and he turned,
watching his twin make his way next to him. Elrohir leaned forward
and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his brother.

**Do you want him, gwanur?** Elladan's thoughts came to him softly
even as his twin opened to his kiss.

**I have you** he replied. **I need no other.**

Rúmil watched them kiss through half lowered eyes, taking a sip from
his wine. He could feel the effects of Elrohir's kiss mingle with the
wine, and seeing display before him did not help matters in the
slightest. He glanced ruefully at his sleeping brother, wondering if
he could wake him from his wine induced slumber.

Elrohir groaned, tipping his head back slightly as Elladan's lips
explored his throat. "You are insatiable, meleth nín," he gasped,
arching into the hand that pressed against the rise of his leggings.

"You make me that way," Elladan growled, nipping his brother's
ear. "I cannot get enough of you." He stepped out of his twin's
embrace and circled behind him, pulling Elrohir's back against his
chest and wrapping his strong arms across his stomach. He pressed his
lips against his brother's ear. "Look at him, gwanur," he whispered,
his dark eyes resting on Rúmil. "His lover sleeps the rest of the
well and truly sated, and I doubt even a warg could wake him. Your
kiss has left him in a sorry state." His tongue flickered out and
teased the delicate edge of Elrohir's ear. "Would you leave him that
way?"

"You are wicked, gwanur," Elrohir groaned, shivering at his brother's
teasing caress.

"I am," Elladan agreed, sliding his hand down his twin's stomach to
rub against the prominent bulge at the front of Elrohir's leggings.
**I want to watch you both. I want to see you kiss him again.** His
mouth moved lower, licking the tender and sensitive flesh beneath his
brother's ear. **I want to hear both of you moan.**

"Ai!" Elrohir cried out, arching as his brother's hand slipped
beneath the waistband of his leggings to caress his arousal. "Saes,
melethron," he pleaded softly, helpless to do anything but surrender
to his lover's firm touch.

**I want to take you while you pleasure him with that talented mouth
of yours,** Elladan's thoughts continued to tease his brother. **See
how he watches us? He hungers for more of your kisses, I think.** He
raised his head from his brother's neck and gave Rúmil a wicked grin.

"Come here, Rúmil," Elladan murmured, his hand working his brother's
arousal in slow and sure strokes. "Come and play with us."

The wine made him bolder than he normally would ever be, and the
sensuous display before him drew him like a bee to nectar.
Swallowing, he rose, glancing down at his sleeping brother.

"Let him rest, Rúmil," Elladan said softly, smiling as Elrohir arched
against him, groaning softly. "Come and play."

Rúmil stepped hesitantly towards the pair, and was pulled against
Elrohir the moment he was within arms reach, the younger peredhil's
mouth claiming his with growing hunger. He opened his mouth against
the press of his lips, and felt Elrohir's tongue brush sweetly
against his own.

Elladan smiled wickedly, watching them kiss, gold and sable twining
together as Elrohir held Rúmil as surely as Elladan held him. He
could feel the press of the other elf's arousal pressing against the
soft fabric of Elrohir's leggings, even as he continued to stroke his
twin's length. Rúmil gave a soft moan that was swallowed by his
brother's mouth, and Elladan pressed his arousal against the curve of
Elrohir's backside.

They were lovely to watch, his two beauties, both holding the same
passionate intensity that made him burn with longing. He loved his
twin with all his heart and soul, but for a moment, he felt a brief
twinge of envy that he could not possess them both. It was just as
well, he thought a moment later, watching Elrohir's hands slide down
the front of Rúmil's body, lifting his tunic to touch the bare skin
underneath, the young archer giving a delicious shudder when his
brother's fingers found his nipples and teased them mercilessly; he
would never get any rest if he had both of them in his bed.

< > < > < >

A familiar moan woke Orophin from his reverie, and he blinked
blurrily, his eyes slowly coming into focus. He did not recall even
falling asleep, he realized with chagrin. He heard his brother's soft
whimper and rolled to his feet, albeit a bit unsteadily, and sought
the source of his distress. He blinked, startled, and for a moment he
could only stare at the scene on the other side of the fire.

Rúmil lay flat on his back, his golden head thrown back in ecstasy as
Elrohir swallowed his length, his lips working in slow teasing
strokes over his arousal. The Peredhil's strong hands held Rúmil's
hips firmly, holding him in place as his mouth worked him, and
Rúmil's breath came in short, quick gasps. Elladan was behind his
twin, licking a trail down his spine and dipping between the cleft of
his buttocks, and Elrohir's soft groans could be heard, muffled by
Rúmil's flesh.

It was a lovely and stirring sight, Orophin thought with a slow and
appreciative grin. He rolled to his feet and quickly stripped off his
tunic, making his way to where the three elves lay. Elladan lifted
his head and gave him a brief smirk, before settling back to his task
once more, making his brother squirm with his efforts.

Orophin dropped to his knees beside Rúmil, capturing his open mouth
with his own, smothering his brother's soft cries of pleasure. His
tongue greedily plundered the warm depths, tangling and teasing,
stroking the velvety softness of Rúmil's mouth until his brother's
hands buried themselves in his hair, pulling Orophin even closer as
he opened to his kiss. He heard Elrohir give a keening cry and broke
away long enough to see Elladan enter his twin, his lithe body
swaying with the force of his lover's thrusts, Rúmil's arousal
forgotten for the moment as he cried out his pleasure.

With a low growl Orophin pulled Rúmil upward and onto his lap, his
arms holding his brother easily as he sought his mouth once more.
Rúmil's arms wound themselves around his neck as he returned the kiss
with an intensity that left Orophin nearly breathless. He ground his
mouth almost savagely against the softness of his lover's lips, his
hands sliding possessively over Rúmil's skin until he heard his
brother give a soft whimper of need.

"Amin," Orophin told him, breaking from the kiss to roll them both
down onto the soft grass of the clearing, his body covering Rúmil's
with the hardness of his own. "Amin," he repeated with a low growl,
rocking his hips against his brother's almost forcefully.

"Ai, yes, melethron," Rúmil gasped, arching beneath his brother,
yielding to his possession willingly. He felt his brother's fingers
press into him and moaned, wanting nothing more than to be taken.
Moments later his desire was fulfilled and he cried out, half in
pain, half in pleasure as Orophin claimed him.

Orophin groaned, his hands pushing Rúmil's thighs further apart as he
thrust, finding his brother's weeping length and stroking it in
opposing rhythm to his driving thrusts. The tight heat was exquisite
and he found himself nearing the edge of his pleasure as Rúmil
shuddered beneath him, crying out his release, the warmth of his seed
spilling over his hand. With a final, driving thrust, he buried
himself into his lover, crying out as his own release claimed him and
left him shuddering in its wake.

Rúmil felt his brother collapse against him and his arms came up to
hold him, stoking Orophin's back. "Amin mela lle, Orophin," he
whispered blissfully, his body sore and content. "You are not angry
with me?"

Orophin lifted his head and looked down at his brother, placing a
gentle kiss against his lips. "No, gwanur. I am not." He kissed him
again, slower this time, his lips softly saying what his words could
not. "You are mine, Rúmil," Orophin whispered finally, his eyes
holding his lover's fiercely. "I do not mind sharing you with them,
but only when I am awake to enjoy it."

"I am sorry, gwanur," Rúmil replied softly, his eyes troubled. "I did
not mean……"

A smile lifted the corners of Orophin's mouth. "Hush, meleth nín, I
know. I just wanted you to know how I felt." He brushed his lips
against the soft skin of Rúmil's brow. "You are mine, and I am yours.
You hold my heart, tithen gwanur. Amin mela lle."

Rúmil held him close, burying his face in the warmth of Orophin's
neck. "Amin mela lle."

< > < > < >

Elladan watched Orophin lead his brother to their bedrolls and coax
him to lie down, stretching his lean frame beside him, pulling Rúmil
against his chest and cradling him. Elrohir lay against his own chest
in a similar fashion, and Elladan's fingers idly played with the
strands of sable hair that tickled his chest.

"You are thoughtful, meleth nín," Elrohir said softly, lifting his
head so he could see his twin's face more clearly. "Does something
trouble you?"

Elladan shook his head, giving his brother a gentle smile. "No,
Elrohir. It is only that I am thinking that I have been selfish."

Elrohir's eyebrow arched gracefully as he gave his twin a measuring
look. "Selfish? How so?"

"With Orophin and Rúmil," he replied softly, his fingers sliding
through his brother's silky hair as he stroked it away from Elrohir's
face. "Perhaps I should not have encouraged them to share with us;
nor encouraged him to join us while his brother slept. Did you not
see his face?"

"No," Elrohir replied softly. "I did not. Was he upset?"

"I would not say he was upset, exactly," Elladan said. "Yet I think
he did not like what we did; their love is a new thing to them, and
Orophin is as possessive of Rúmil as I am of you. More so, perhaps,
because their love is so new." He placed a gentle kiss on Elrohir's
brow and hugged him closer for a moment, before continuing. "Remember
how we were?"

Elrohir gave a soft chuckle. "Aye, gwanur, I do."

"Orophin, no doubt, feels the same way I did about you. I was
terrified that I would lose you to another, and I could not stand the
sight of you with anyone else for the longest time. Even now, there
are things I will not share, nor want you to share, with another,"
Elladan said quietly.

"You are saying we should no longer share pleasure with them?"
Elrohir asked.

Elladan nodded. "I think, for now, it would be best. Unless they
initiate it, we should try to keep things simply between us." He
sighed, rolling his twin so that he lay beside him and curled his
body against Elrohir's back. "I will talk with Orophin tomorrow
before we leave for the city."

"Aye, gwanur," Elrohir replied sleepily. "I think you are right. I
would not wish to lose their friendship over a misunderstanding."

Elladan placed a soft kiss against his brother's neck and snuggled
closer, wrapping his arms around his twin's stomach. "Nor I, meleth
nín. Nor I."

< > < > < >

Orophin woke early, as was his natural wont, and felt the press of
his brother's delectable bottom against his groin. **This is the way
to wake** he thought happily, burying his nose in the soft length of
Rúmil's hair, inhaling his sweet scent. **I would wake each day with
a smile.** Rúmil gave a soft sigh and snuggled against him, pressing
his bottom even closer to Orophin, and sending lovely jolts of
pleasure through his slowly awakening arousal.

"Tease," Orophin murmured, pressing a kiss against the curve of
Rúmil's shoulder, and earning another sigh and delightful squirm in
response. "If you do not stop that, I will be forced to retaliate."

A soft chuckle escaped his brother, and he did it again, rubbing the
soft curves of his buttocks slowly against Orophin's now fully
hardened arousal. "Then retaliate," came the teasing whispered
reply. "I am eager to see what you will do to me."

Orophin nipped his shoulder, sliding his hand across Rúmil's flat
stomach, stopping just inches away from his brother's arousal. "Oh
really, rwalaer (lusty one)," he purred, pressing his lips to a
pointed ear and giving it a slow and teasing lick. His fingertips
danced lightly over the soft hairs at the base of Rúmil's length as
he took the pointed tip between his lips. Rúmil squirmed against him,
groaning softly as Orophin's other hand brushed over a hardened
nipple. His tongue flicked against the sensitive tip of his brother's
ear, before sliding slowly down the delicate edge, his teasing
caresses earning him a soft and needful whimper.

"Saes, meleth nín (Please, my love)," Rúmil pleaded softly, Orophin's
strong arms keeping him from rolling to face his brother. "Do not
tease me so."

Orophin chuckled, his fingers lightly stoking Rúmil's length. "You
were teasing me, gwanur," he reminded him. "I think it only just that
I tease you back." He lightly squeezed the soft pouch of skin just
below his brother's arousal, eliciting another soft whimper in
response. He slid the weeping tip of his length between the cleft of
Rúmil's buttocks, pressing it gently against his brother's
opening. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly, sliding his hand
upward to grasp the smooth length of his lover's flesh and giving it
a lingering caress.

"Ai, yes!" Rúmil pushed back against him, shuddering in a mixture of
pain and pleasure as his lover entered him, sliding into him with
exquisite slowness. It hurt, for there had been no preparation
beforehand, yet it felt so right, so perfect like this. He flexed his
hips slightly, pushing against Orophin, taking him deeper into his
body with a groan of pure pleasure. "Gods!"

"Ai, Rúmil, you are so tight this way," Orophin whispered
huskily. "So good, meleth nín." He shuddered at the sensation; his
length sheathed completely in the heat of his lover's body. For a
moment, he did not move; content to feel the tight warmth enclosing
him as he continued to stroke Rúmil's arousal, increasing his pace
slightly. He heard his brother's breath quicken in response and
sought the sensitive tip of his ear once more with his lips,
eliciting a low cry of pleasure from his lover as he reached his
release. The warmth of Rúmil's seed spilled over his hand as his
body tightened around him, and Orophin groaned, rocking his hips
slightly and burying himself deeper into his lover's body, his own
release taking him with sudden and shocking intensity that stole his
breath.

"Gods," Rúmil whispered, his body quivering with the aftershocks of
his release. "That was……that was……"

"Perfect," Orophin finished for him, his own body trembling. "I do
not have the words to describe it otherwise." He wrapped his arms
around Rúmil's waist and held him close, his length twitching
slightly inside his lover's body. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly,
burying his face in his brother's hair, loving the silky feel of it
against his face and the scent that rose from his skin.

"A little," Rúmil admitted. "But it was wonderful just the same." He
gave a soft, contented sigh, his hands sliding across the arms that
held him so tenderly. "I will never grow tired of the way you make me
feel, gwanur. I cannot get enough."

Orophin pressed his lips against his brother's ear. "Amin mela lle,
gwanur. Always."

"Amin mela lle," Rúmil replied softly. "An uir." (I love you. For
eternity).

They lay quietly together, feeling the warmth of the sun against
their bare skin, before Orophin finally sighed, withdrawing from his
brother's body with reluctance.

"I wish we did not have to return," Rúmil's words echoed Orophin's
thoughts as they dressed. "I wish we did not have to hide the way we
feel from others."

Orophin stopped him as he reached for the laces of his tunic, his
long fingers lifting his chin to meet his gaze. "I wish that also,
meleth nín. We have our duties to perform, but we will always find
ways to be together. It will be enough." He glanced across their
campsite at the two Peredhil, still lost in reverie and smiled
sadly. "It is far easier for us here in Lórien than it is for them, I
think." He looked back at his brother, dropping his hand away. "We
are simple wardens, two among many. They are the sons of the Lord and
Lady of Imladris, and the grandsons our own Lord and Lady. They are
under much more scrutiny than we, yet still they manage to steal time
together, and their love for one another is stronger than any I have
ever seen." He gave his brother a loving look. "If they can do it,
meleth nín, so can we."

< > < > < >

The four elves finished their packing and set out for the city while
the sun was still climbing towards the sky, talking quietly amongst
themselves as they passed through the woods. Elladan moved past his
brother to catch up with Orophin, leaving Rúmil to walk beside
Elrohir.

"I wanted to give you our apologies for last night," Elladan said
quietly, glancing at his companion as they walked. "We should not
have involved Rúmil in our games without you present."

A soft sigh escaped Orophin and he returned Elladan's glance with a
brief smile. "Thank you for understanding, Elladan. I enjoyed our
time together very much, but……"

"You find it difficult to share him with others," Elladan finished
for him, laughing softly. "Believe me, meldiramin, I understand. We
both do." He tipped his head slightly, tucking a length of sable hair
behind his ear. "We have also enjoyed our time with you both, but we
do not wish to cause any misunderstandings between us. We four share
a bond of friendship, and I do not take that lightly."

"We share more than that," Orophin replied with a bemused smile,
stepping lightly over a small log. "We share the knowledge of
forbidden desires. It is a relief to know that we are not alone in
this, would you not agree?"

"Aye," Elladan said with a nod. "Indeed I do."

They walked in companionable silence for several moments, before
Orophin spoke again. "Do you have any advice you can give us?" he
asked softly, glancing at Elladan with a wry smile. "You have managed
to keep your relationship with your brother secret for a long time,
yet you both seem to be happy."

Elladan smiled almost wistfully. "That is not to say we would wish it
otherwise, gwador (brother, platonic). I would shout our love from
the rooftops of Imladris." He sighed, and shook his head, before
meeting Orophin's look. "I would only say this: do not let it get to
you. Love one another, live for your moments together and cherish
them. Hold each memory precious in your heart." He smiled again, and
this time his expression was joyful. "Love each other with all you
possess. It will be enough."

< > < > < >

They reached the city just past midday, and were met by Haldir and
Glorfindel just outside the gates.

"How was your hunting?" Haldir asked, falling in step between Orophin
and Rúmil, glancing curiously at his brothers. "You did not catch
anything?"

Orophin shrugged, giving his older brother an easy smile. "Just a few
rabbits, which we ate. We had not planned on bringing any game back
with us. How have things fared in our absence?"

"The borders are quiet," Haldir replied. "All is well." He cast a
look over his shoulder at the twins, walking beside his lover. "It is
good that you have returned. The Lord and Lady wish to speak to
Elladan and Elrohir."

Rúmil's eyebrows rose and he glanced at Orophin behind Haldir's back,
his expression worried.

"Nothing is wrong, I hope?" Orophin asked, purposefully keeping his
tone light.

Haldir shook his head. "I do not know the particulars, as it is not
my place to question the Lord and Lady's wishes. Glorfindel has told
me only that they are sending the twins to Mirkwood, while Lord
Elrond and Lady Celebrían return to Imladris. Glorfindel and I are to
escort them there."

Both Orophin and Rúmil glanced back at the twins; both wore
expressions of resignation. Apparently, Glorfindel had just shared
with them the news of their impending trip.

"Did Lord Glorfindel say why they were to go to Mirkwood?" Rúmil
asked hesitantly, looking back at Haldir.

The marchwarden shrugged gracefully. "He mentioned the Lady
Galadriel's wish to strengthen ties between Mirkwood and Imladris. I
do not know any more than that." He gave his brothers a fond smile,
dropping an arm across their shoulders and embracing them lightly as
they walked. "I have missed your company these past few days. Will
you have supper with me this evening? We are leaving tomorrow morning
for Mirkwood, and I do not know when I will be returning."

Orophin grinned. His brother was not usually so demonstrative in
public. His relationship with Lord Glorfindel was affecting him in
new and enjoyable ways. "If you think you can be parted from your
lover long enough to enjoy our company, gwanur," he teased, chuckling
when Haldir glared at him. "It seems to me that our little prank had
results better than we could have hoped for."

"Aye, gwanur," Rúmil added with a light laugh. "You never did thank
us for what we did."

Haldir sighed, shaking his head, but did not drop his arms away from
his brothers' shoulders.

< > < > < >

"Mirkwood?" Elladan repeated, shaking his head in confusion. "Why
does Adar want us to go there?"

"It is not so much your father's idea, as it is your Grandmother's,"
Glorfindel corrected. "She wants to strengthen ties between the
realms of Mirkwood and Imladris."

Elrohir regarded the seneschal with growing suspicion. "In what way
does she hope to accomplish this?" he asked.

Glorfindel glanced first at Elrohir and then at his twin. "She is
hoping for a possible match between you both and King Thranduil's
line. He has a son, as well as several cousins that are about your
age."

"A political bonding?" Elladan scoffed. "In this day and age? You
cannot be serious." The look on their former tutor's face told him
that he was.

The seneschal sighed. "Yes, Elladan. She is quite serious about this,
despite your mother and father's efforts to convince her that you are
too young. She would only say that having the ties strengthened
between your father's house and King Thranduil would be of great
benefit in the times to come." He saw the rebellious looks on their
faces and frowned. "It does not mean that anything will come of it,
though why the thought should be so abhorrent to you puzzles me. You
are both unattached, and I have met Prince Legolas. He is quite fair.
I am certain that the King's cousins are as well."

Elladan and Elrohir exchanged a glance behind their tutor's back.

**I will not bond with any other, gwanur,** Elrohir sent his thought
to his twin. **I will not!**

**Peace, meleth nín. We will not be parted. I swear to you. Yet we
must play along with this plan of Grandmother's. You know this.**
Elladan thought in return.

**Aye,** came the soft reply, and Elladan saw his twin frown. **I
know.**

Elladan sighed, and forced himself to smile cheerfully at
Glorfindel. "So, you have met Prince Legolas?" he asked lightly.

Glorfindel looked relieved to see that they were not going to be
difficult. "Aye," he replied, dropping his arms across their
shoulders, seeing his lover walking ahead of him in a similar pose
with his brothers and giving a faint smile. "A very fine elf, indeed.
He is a master at archery already, even at his age, and possesses an
admirable amount of maturity and grace for all of his youth.
Something I think the both of you could learn from," he added with a
smirk. "And did I mention he was fair?"

Elrohir snorted, copying his brother's example and smiling with
forced cheerfulness. "You did, though how fair, you did not say."

"Ah," Glorfindel grinned, pulling them close as they walked beside
him. "His fairness is beyond compare, save for that of the
Evenstar's. Yon Rúmil's beauty pales next to his."

"Fairer than Rúmil?" Elladan asked, raising his eyebrows
appreciatively, casting a speculative glance at Elrohir. "Then
perhaps this trip will not be as bothersome as we feared."

The Vanya shook his head with a laugh. "I think you will be
surprised, my young ones. Very pleasantly so."


~Finis