Title: A Lesson in Control
Author: TICS
Summary: Elrond has had enough of Elladan and Elrohir's
being bad monkeys...
Genre: Humor
Rated: R
Written in response to the February challenge at the
Imladris/Slash group. The challenge was to write a slash fic
starring Elrohir and Elladan containing NO sex.not an easy
task.trust me. Seemingly this has turned into a three part
series with lots of sex in the other two ficlets...big
surprise...preceded by "Everything in its Place," and "On the
Outside Looking IN."
A Lesson in Control
"Come in."
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged one long last look with each
other before Elrohir opened the door to their father's study.
Entering, they stood just within the door, warily eyeing the Elf who
stood by the window with his back to them. They knew full well
that they were in trouble - Elrond never summoned them to his
study in the middle of the day unless they had been caught in
some mischief.
Frankly, neither one could think of a single thing they had done to
anyone lately.they had been much too occupied with other
diversions - namely, each other - to bother with anyone else.
"You wished to see us, Adar?" Elladan finally asked, when it
seemed that Elrond was not going to acknowledge their
presence. He threw his brother a worried look at their father's
continued silence. Slowly the twins crept closer to their father's
motionless figure as he continued stand with his back to them,
staring out the window.
"Ada? Glorfindel informed us that you wished to see
us.mayhap he was incorrect? May we go?" Elrohir asked, a
trace of hopefulness in his voice.
"Sit down."
"Ada?"
"SIT DOWN!" Elrond roared, suddenly coming to life and
spinning to face his sons. His face, while usually calm and
reflective, was a mask of fury as he glared at his sons.
Swallowing hard, the twins quickly sought the closest seats
available, sitting down next to each other on a small divan set
near their father's desk. Their eyes were large and rounded as
they stared at their father, who had begun to pace the length of
his study, his hands clenched white-knuckled behind his back,
the vein in his forehead throbbing visibly.
"What am I to do with you? Have you no sense of propriety at all?
Are you no more than animals, rutting where and whenever the
urge strikes you?"
"Adar." Elladan began, spreading his hands out and effecting
an innocent expression on his handsome face, so very like his
father's that there could be no doubt from whose loins he and
his twin had sprung, "we always utilize the utmost of
discretion."
"You were seen fornicating on top of the statue that bears the
shards of the Narsil!" Elrond bellowed, his face flushing deeply
with his anger.
Elrohir bit back a grin, managing to remain expressionless, but
Elladan snorted lightly as he looked down at his feet. "My arse
still bears a few scars from that one." he muttered under his
breath.
"You see nothing wrong with this?" Elrond asked, coming to
stare down at his two miscreant sons.
"It was but a single slip in judgement, Ada.it will not happen
again," Elrohir replied, not quite able to meet his father's eyes as
the lie slipped between his lips.
"A single slip in.really? Might I remind you of a few of your other
'slips'? In my horse's stall in the stables? My horse has not
been the same since! Could you not have picked Glorfindel's
horse's stall?"
"Glorfindel's horse bites, Ada. We did not wish to lose anything,
er.vital," Elladan explained.
"Behind the third haystack target on the archery field?" Elrond
demanded.
"The Guards were practicing, Ada.had we been in front of it, we
might have been skewered," Elrohir replied, looking as if this
answer were obvious, although Elrond stared at him as though
he had grown an extra head.
"What troubles me are not those activities in which you engage,
but your utter lack of control over yourselves! You are members
of my Guard.Knights of my House! How can I be expected to
entrust you with the lives of my warriors - and expect in return the
judgement and patience necessary to succeed in battle, when
you cannot control your own base urges long enough to find a
suitable environ before pouncing on one another? You must
learn how to control yourselves. You WILL learn to control
yourselves, or so help me, by the Valar, I will demote the two of
you to the lowest ranking Elves in the Guard, and you will remain
at that rank for all of eternity!" Elrond ranted, resuming his
pacing. He walked to the door, opened it and shouted for
Glorfindel.
Within moments the tall, blonde, solemn-faced Slayer entered
the room, standing at attention near Elrond's desk. While the
Peredhel Lord's back was turned he threw a smirk at the twins,
but quickly resumed his expressionless mask when Elrond
faced the trio again.
"Glorfindel has been instructed in what I wish to be done with the
two of you. If either of you gives him one iota of trouble, or speaks
one single syllable in protest, what I have threatened will come
to pass. Do you both understand?" he asked, the fury in his face
still evident, although his color was slowly returning to normal.
"Aye, Adar.we understand," Elladan said softly, both he and his
twin's faces paling considerably at his father's threats.
"Go with Glorfindel. Do not let a word reach my ears of your
disobedience. You are both dismissed." Once again, Elrond
turned his back on the twins, standing near the window looking
out over the city.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Glorfindel led them to one of the unused guest chambers on the
upper floor of Elrond's House. Entering the room, he closed the
door behind them, turning to face them.
Within the room, all furniture had been removed, save for two
straight back chairs which faced each other in the center of the
room.
Standing with his arms folded across his broad chest, the
handsome Slayer regarded the twins with a raised brow. "Strip,"
he ordered, his voice echoing in the empty room.
"I beg your pardon?" Elladan asked, as he and Elrohir's jaw
dropped in unison.
"Your clothes.take them off."
"Our.clothes?" Elrohir repeated, fingering his robe, looking
quite confused.
"Am I speaking too quickly for you to follow, young Master Elf? I
will speak more slowly, then. Take. Your. Clothes. Off,"
Glorfindel said, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm. "NOW!" he
bellowed, when the twins gave no indication of moving.
Their fingers flew, fumbling with the clasps and buckles of their
clothing in response to the Slayer's shouted command. Within
in moments, they had kicked off their soft suede boots, and
thrown off their robes and silken undershirts, standing before
him clad only in their leggings.
Eyeing them, Glorfindel frowned, waiting. "Everything," he said,
indicating their breeches.
"Really, Glorfindel.is this truly necessary?" Elrohir asked,
frowning himself as he looked back at the Lord of the Golden
Flower. "Why must we strip naked? There is a decided chill in
this room."
"I think the chill will be quick to dissipate, my young Lord. Move
quickly - you test my patience."
Exchanging an embarrassed glance, the twins dropped their
drawers in sync, revealing two identical erections. Glorfindel
smirked, saying, "It seems the chill has not affected you so badly
after all, has it?" Indicating the two chairs, he instructed them to
sit.
Facing one another, their erections holding their form despite the
nippy air, the twins looked quite chagrined as they waited for
Glorfindel's next instruction. Without realizing it, their eyes drifted
to one another's lap, and they licked their lips.
"That is exactly the reason why you are here!" Glorfindel
admonished. "You have been forced to strip naked, sit in chairs
in the middle of a cold room, with ME in attendance, and still you
cannot control your lust!" He shook his golden head at their
immaturity. With quick sure movements, to cries of surprise and
discomfort of the twins, he whipped their arms around the backs
of the chairs, securing them firmly with a length of rope. Just as
quickly, he tied their feet to the legs of the chairs. They sat, their
knees mere inches from each other, bound firmly to the chairs.
"What happens now, Glorfindel?" Elladan asked, managing to
tear his eyes away from his brother's stiff and proud Elfhood for
long enough to meet the Slayer's turquoise eyes.
"What happens now is that we wait. We wait until you are able to
control yourselves.at least long enough to find a proper
secluded place in which to indulge yourselves. When you can sit
there and stare at each other's nakedness without becoming
aroused, you will be set free."
"But.but, what if we cannot?" Elrohir asked, his voice merely a
whisper. He could not imagine not becoming aroused by the
sight of his brother's sculpted form.
"Then consider yourselves the newest recruits to the
Guard.forever. I hope you like latrine duty.you will be serving
in that capacity until your father sails." With that, Glorfindel left the
room, closing the door behind him, leaving the twins alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The twins stared at the closed door for a long while, hoping that
it was all an elaborate, twisted joke by their father to punish them
for their indiscretions, and that Glorfindel would come back in the
room, laughing at their gullibility. Eventually, they realized that
their father, and Glorfindel, had been entirely serious.
Slowly, they turned their attention from the door, each trying
desperately not to allow their eyes to roam over the other's nude
form. They looked everywhere but at each other - at the curtained
windows, the thick velvet drapes drawn tight against the coming
evening chill; the high ceilings, whitewashed and boring; the few
paintings and tapestries that hung on the walls - anywhere and
everywhere but at each other's naked flesh.
It didn't work.
Within a few short moments, both twins were breathing harder,
taking in each other's silken skin, molded muscles, and most of
all, each other's throbbing erections.
"Aiya! Elladan, 'tis torture they mean us to endure!" Elrohir cried,
screwing his eyes shut tight against his brother's nakedness.
"Sweet Elbereth, Elrohir.I will not survive this.I just know it."
"Think of something horrible.Yrch! Think of Yrch. Think of
dancing naked Yrch!" Elrohir suggested, the thought sending a
shiver down his own spine.
"Eww.that should do it," Elladan agreed, closing his eyes, trying
to picture the deformed, grotesque creatures dancing naked in
his mind.
After a few moments, Elladan whispered, "It is not working,
Elrohir. I am still as hard as a rock."
"Aye.mine also," Elrohir agreed, careful to keep his eyes closed
so that his own problem would not worsen.
"I know! Think of ADA naked! That should solve our problem
quite nicely!" Elladan suggested.
"Eww! That should not only take care of our problem, it may also
cause me to lose my lunch," Elrohir agreed, picturing his father
standing naked in his study.
A few more minutes passed, before Elrohir moaned and spoke
again. "It is of no use, Elladan.he looks too much like us."
"Aye.bad idea."
"Erestor?"
"No.he is not a bad looking Elf. A bit introverted and fussy, but
still quite attractive."
"Glorfindel?"
"Be serious."
"I know.I know!" Elrohir cried, bouncing up and down in his
chair. "Arwen! Think of Arwen!"
"Eww.she has those big breasts." Elladan shuddered.
"Aye.and those rounded hips." Elrohir added, his disgust
evident in his voice.
"Fat. Yuck. And do not forget that she has a crater where she
should have a tree." Elladan continued, actually beginning to
gag a bit.
"ARGH! That did it, Elladan.it has gone back to sleep!" Elrohir
said, relief in his voice.
"Aye, mine also. As a matter of fact, it may never wake up again -
that was horrible, Elrohir."
"Still.at least we know what works for us, brother."
"I wonder how long it will be until Glorfindel comes back to check
on us?"
"I know not.but I DO know that I am keeping my eyes closed
until he does.if I look at you it will begin all over again."
"Did you have to say that? Now I have pictured you in my mind
and it is growing again," Elladan moaned.
"Think "Arwen," Elrohir instructed.
"Ahh.that's better. Thank you, brother."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eventually, Glorfindel did return, and was quite pleased - as was
Elrond - that the twins had managed to get their lustful
tendencies under control. Released back to their former ranks,
they never again publicly displayed their wanton lust for each
other.or, at least, they were much more careful and were never
again caught at it.
For the longest time, though, they could not look Arwen in the eye
without shuddering.
THE END.