Double Vision

Double Vision

Posted: November 10, 2006
Title: Double Vision
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Type: FCS
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas none of them are mine and I don't make any money off them. But I DO enjoy playing with them.
Prompt: 015. Did not the lady tell me to beware of them? And now I cannot forget them.
Warnings: Twincest, Threesome, TISSUE WARNING
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Feedback: Please, please, please * grin *
Author’s Notes : This is my first attempt at writing the twins as lovers. PLEASE let me know how I did. Also, I'm not sure if there's a sequel in here or not. Tell me what you think.

Summary: An encounter that changes Haldir forever.

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Haldir stared from his perch in the mallorn tree. He had been told to bathe and dress for the welcoming of their guests. However, he could not contain his curiosity and had slipped out of his talan after his Naneth (Mother) had left. After all, his majority was a short month away, why should he be stuck in his rooms like an elfling who did not know his way around the woods?

After many years, Celebrían was returning to the Golden Wood with her family. It had been too long since he’d seen his adopted sister and he was excited. When last Celebrían and Elrond had visited Lothlórien, Haldir had been ill and he had missed them. Now, what seemed like centuries later, they had finally returned with the twins and their newest elfling in tow. Being the first to greet them was his goal and the reason for slipping out of his rooms against his mother’s wishes. Perhaps not the wisest of moves but he could not wait for them to arrive in Caras Galadhon.

“You are supposed to be in your rooms getting ready for our guests,” Celeborn said casually as he practically materialized on the branch next to Haldir. The young elf jumped slightly and then dropped his head.

“I just wanted to see them,” Haldir said softly as he twisted his fingers behind his back.

“And you could not wait until they arrived in the city?” Celeborn asked as he raised one silver eyebrow.

“No,” the young elf admitted. “I did not get to meet them last time, Ada (Papa). I was sick.”

“I remember,” the lord sighed.

Haldir had gone off to play in the forest and found some berries that looked terribly delicious. Unfortunately, they had been incredibly poisonous. Galadriel and Celeborn had fretted over him for the entire three weeks of their daughter’s visit.

“I have not eaten any berries,” Haldir pointed out in the hopes that his Ada would forget about his current disobedience.

“That is very good,” Celeborn smiled. “However, that does not negate the fact that you disobeyed your Naneth (Mother).”

“I am sorry, Ada,” Haldir said.

“If we hurry, you can be back with plenty of time to bathe, change and meet them in the hall with everyone else,” the lord smiled.

Leading the way, Celeborn ran through the trees all the way back to Caras Galadhon, his oldest son hot on his heels. Haldir laughed with the joy of traveling so swiftly. The very trees stretched their branches up to give their lord and his son a place for their feet.

They arrived in short order. Haldir quickly went to his rooms and found a bath already prepared for him. The water was steaming in the tub. His formal robes had been laid out on his bed and his Naneth stood in the center of his rooms. He opened his mouth to say something but then quickly closed it again.

Her gaze glanced over to the bathing chamber and then back to him. Silently, he nodded and went into the other room. There was nothing quite like seeing disappointment in her eyes. Her face betrayed nothing, but her eyes told you volumes if she chose. Right now, she was not very happy with him.

Galadriel sighed after Haldir closed the door. She knew he was excited but he could not act on such impulses. He would be a March Warden some day and he needed to exercise control over his mind and body.

She loved her son greatly but in the last century or so, he had become restless and discontent. He ventured farther and farther in his wanderings. Perhaps now was the time to let him test his wings. She nodded and took a seat by the window. Once Celebrían and Elrond arrived, she would set her request before them. It was time Haldir saw more of the world than what lay within the borders of Lothlórien.

Haldir had entertained a small hope that his mother would be content with the one glance. When he exited his room, he was not completely surprised that she was still there. Obviously there was more she wished say to him.

“You are excited,” she said softly as he dressed.

“I have not seen Bria in so very long,” he agreed as he slipped into the silver tunic he would wear beneath his robes.

“That is true,” Galadriel nodded. “Elladan and Elrohir are not much younger than you are, only a century or so.”

“I am sorry, Nana (Mama),” Haldir said suddenly coming to kneel before her seat.

“Oh, Haldir,” she laughed softly. “I know it has been hard for you lately. You yearn for something that you cannot name. You are restless and discontent. I know this. In a month’s time, you will cross over into adulthood. The restraint and control we have been trying to teach you chafe against your nature. However, you must learn to master your impulses, ion-nín (my son).”

“It is hard, Nana (Mama),” he said softly, laying his head in her lap, as he hadn’t done in quite some time. The feel of her long fingers sifting through his hair soothed and calmed him.

“You will meet the twins today,” she said as she studied him. “They are much like Bria was at their age, wild and prone to doing things they know they should not. Elladan rushes headlong into things and drags Elrohir behind him. One will not go where the other does not. Their path will be a hard one.”

“And I, Nana? How shall my path be?” he asked.

“You are one I worry about most, pen dithen (little one),” she answered. “You feel everything so strongly. I fear you will be hurt where no hurt is intended.”

“ Ada would call that a non answer,” Haldir chuckled softly as he listened to his mother’s words.

“There are some things I cannot share, Haldir,” she said. “There are things that need to be discovered on their own and in the proper time.”

“Well then,” he said, rising and pulling her to her feet. “We shall just have to wait and see. In the meantime, we will drink, eat and laugh with our friends and family, knowing their love is endless.”

“Wisely put,” Galadriel laughed. “Now get dressed. They have arrived at the edge of the city.”

“Sometimes, Nana,” Haldir smiled as he kissed her cheek. “It is very eerie when you do that.”

Haldir and his brothers stood off to the right when Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn greeted their guests. With a laugh like tinkling bells, Celebrían ran to her parents and hugged them fiercely. Elrond, the more sedate of the two, approached the dais more slowly. In his arms, he carried a precious bundle.

“Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, may I present your granddaughter,” he smiled. “Arwen.”

“Mae govannen (Well met) Arwen,” Lady Galadriel whispered as she took the elfling from her father’s arms. “Arwen Undómiel.”

As Haldir watched his Naneth cuddle the new baby, he felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. It was silly really. He remembered feeling the same pang when each of his brothers had been born. He knew his parents wouldn’t love him any less but still, the feeling was there.

“Where are they?” Celeborn laughed. “Where are our grandsons?”

“Here we are!” came twin voices.

Haldir turned to look at the speakers and his breath caught in his throat. His heart started to beat faster and faster in his chest. The sound was like that of pounding hoof beats. His mouth went dry and a roaring began in his ears. Sensations swirled through his belly and lower still as his body hardened.

Flushing profusely, Haldir was thankful now for his long robes. He couldn’t quite manage to catch his breath though. Tearing his eyes from the beauty before him, he clenched his fists at his sides. His nails dug into his palms as he fought against the response of his body to the double vision before him.

“Hal?” Orophin whispered from beside him. “Are you alright?”

“I am fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You are all flushed,” Rúmil put in. “What is the matter? You did not eat more berries did you?”

“It is nothing,” Haldir answered. “Be quiet.”

“Haldir?” Celebrían called. “Oh, it is so good to see you!”

Suddenly the young elf was enveloped in a hug so tight he thought his ribs would break. With a small smile, he wrapped his arms around her and returned it.

“Mae govannen, Bria,” he said softly.

“My, you have grown into a handsome one,” she teased as she stepped back. “I bet the suitors are lining up at the door just waiting until your begetting day.”

“Bria!” he said, a flush tingeing his cheeks deeper as he glanced over her shoulder at the twins.

She just laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she moved on to his brothers and he was left in peace.

The rest of the celebration passed in a blur for Haldir. He found himself unable to keep his eyes from straying to the twins. They were so very beautiful with their long dark hair and piercing storm gray eyes. Their coloring very much favored their father but the sparkle in their eyes was pure Celebrían. His ears twitched each time they spoke. Their voices, husky and deep, caressed his ears and sent shivers of pleasure over his body.

He tried to follow the conversation but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Haldir kept getting distracted. Twice Orophin kicked him from beneath the table and gave him a look. It brought him from the realm of daydreaming where erotic images assaulted his mind and battered his body until he couldn’t think straight.

Once the meal was finished, he had to endure the gathering afterwards. Haldir maneuvered himself to one of the archways shadowed by the branches of the mallorn tree that cradled the main talan. He could not leave, not yet at any rate, so he tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. There was too much going on inside him for him to be able to think clearly. What he truly needed was to get away.

“ Ada, who is that ellon (m. elf) by the archway?” Elrohir asked.

“Is he not the one Nana hugged earlier?” Elladan added as he absently twined his fingers with his brother’s.

“That is Haldir,” Elrond said as he glanced over at the young ellon in question. “Lady Galadriel adopted him and his brothers when their parents passed into the Halls”

“He is very handsome,” Elrohir said softly.

“He does not look very happy to be here,” Elladan commented. “And he was very quiet during dinner.”

“I want the two of you to be nice to him,” Elrond said, raising an eyebrow as he saw the calculating looks on their identical faces. “And you are not to do anything untoward. He has yet to reach his majority.”

“ Ada,” Elladan chided with a grin. “We would never do something like that. We will be perfectly pleasant to Haldir.”

“Are you thinking what I am thinking, tôren? Elrohir asked, whispering in his brother’s mind.

“He keeps staring at us when he thinks we will not notice.” Elladan answered. “Either he likes what he sees or he is just shocked by the appearance of twins.”

“Shall we find out?” Elrohir smiled.

“Of course,” Elladan chuckled. “But I do not think now is the right place or time. He looks about ready to bolt. Besides, Ada is watching us.”

“I like the way the light from the archway silvers his hair. His skin looks incredibly soft.”

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, ‘Ro,” Elladan chuckled in his brother’s mind.

“This from the ellon with a raging hard on poking my hip,” Elrohir snorted.

“Careful, tôr dithen (little brother), or I will not poke anything on you while we are here.” Elladan said as he pinched his brother’s buttocks.

“That is just plain being mean,” Elrohir pouted but ruined the effect with a laugh.

Elrond watched his sons move around the room towards Haldir, one on either side and shook his head. He knew they would not intentionally hurt the young Lórien elf. However, it looked as if he would have to have a sit-down talk with them about it. They were still young themselves, though they displayed the worldliness of much older elves, especially in the intimacy department.

Haldir froze in place as he watched the two sons of Elrond move. It appeared as if they were coming in his direction. Elrohir had stopped to take two glasses from the table and then continued on his way. He watched them warily, not sure whether he should stand or slip out the archway. Part of him wanted to stay, the other part wanted to leave, knowing he wasn’t ready to speak to them directly.

“Good evening,” came a sultry voice from his right. He turned to look at Elladan. It took him a moment to remember his manners at the arresting sight of the Peredhel (half-elf).

“Good evening,” he answered with a short bow.

“I am Elladan Elrondión,” the older twin said. “This is my brother, Elrohir.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Elrohir smiled.

“The pleasure is mine, Elrohir. I am called Haldir,” the silver elf said softly repeating the bow. “Welcome to Lothlórien.”

“Such a gracious greeting,” Elladan chuckled.

“You looked a bit thirsty,” Elrohir said as he offered Haldir the glass. “I brought you something. It is a lovely mead that Father brought with us.”

With a hesitant smile, Haldir took the glass and sipped it. Indeed the mead was good, a hint of the honey used to make it still coloring the flavor.

That was how it started. In the weeks leading up to his begetting day, Haldir could not be found without the twins nearby. They were often seen laughing and talking in some portion of the wood. At the evening meal, they would have their heads together deep in discussion. Moreover, it seemed that Haldir’s restlessness disappeared. Lady Galadriel knew better.

Preparations for Haldir’s party were underway. With Celebrían’s assistance, it went much quicker than normal. Many things took Galadriel’s time away from the thoughts of her son’s begetting day. Her daughter was most helpful.

“Nana?” Celebrían asked as they sat together one evening.

“Yes pen vain (beautiful one),” Galadriel answered as she stared off into the forest.

“Haldir seems… different,” the younger elleth (f. elf) said.

“He reaches his majority in but three days’ time. Many changes have occurred in him since your last visit,” Galadriel mused. “Yet his strength of spirit, his devotion and his love of family remain the same.”

“I am… concerned,” Celebrían said.

“They will be fine,” Galadriel didn’t even have to ask what her daughter meant.

“Elladan and Elrohir are… well, they are very close,” she answered.

“You mean they are lovers,” the lady of light laughed softly. “It is not surprising to me. Nor is their promiscuousness. They are exploring as all elves do. It is fortunate that they have someone they can rely on, someone who loves them without question. Though they share their bodies with others, it does not diminish their love for each other.”

“I do not wish to see Haldir hurt,” Celebrían said. “And the twins could hurt him without realizing it. I do not know if Haldir will understand what they share.”

“Do not underestimate him,” the lady said.

“You do not worry?” her daughter asked.

“Of course I worry,” came the soft answer. “I do not wish to see any of my children hurt. Yet, there are things that must happen and we cannot interfere as much as we would wish to save them the pain. If I could bear the burdens of those I love, I would do so.”

“You bear a greater burden, Nana,” Celebrían said as she caressed her mother’s hand. Nenya glittered beneath her fingers. “It is your strength that protects Lothlórien from those that would see her destroyed.”

“And it is the love of my family and my people that gives me the strength to withstand the darkness,” Galadriel added. “Not to mention a bit of my uncle’s stubbornness.”

“A part of me wishes I could have met him,” Celebrían smiled.

“He was arrogant and prideful,” Galadriel said. “But he had courage and strength. For all his folly, there was good in him.”

“I often wonder what Arda would have been like had he not created those jewels,” Celebrían said softly.

“Only Ilúvatar knows,” Galadriel answered. “Now, we have three days before Haldir’s begetting day. What do we have left?”

“Can you not tell me, Naneth?” the younger elleth teased. At the raised eyebrow, she continued. “Oh, alright. You got that from Ada. I think he taught Elrond as well.”

“Your hervenn (husband) does do it quite nicely.”

“He does many things quite nicely,” Celebrían chuckled.

“Including making elflings,” Galadriel said as she cooed at her granddaughter, rocking in the crib next to her.

The party was over: At least, for the majority of the people attending the celebration. Haldir felt as light as a leaf on the wind. He had danced, laughed, and eaten until he thought he would burst. All the while, the twins kept him regaled with the adventures of their father’s councilor and seneschal.

Now he wandered through the trees listening to them sing their joy. Ithil glittered through the branches, shedding its light on the leaves and ground around him. He broke into a run as he approached a small clearing he had discovered on one of his many outings. It had a small pond he loved to swim in.

Stripping down, he slipped into the water with a soft sigh. Lazily he let his body slide beneath the surface to completely wet his hair before bobbing back to the top and floating there. His hands lazily waved back and forth. He kicked his legs every so often, propelling himself around the pond.

Haldir loved quiet times like this. He knew that once his training began, he would not get much time to laze about doing nothing. It would be hard work to become a warden. Yet, his family and his home were worth it. Slowly he swam towards the shore. He lay down on the bank and stared up at the sky, thinking about nothing in particular.

“Well, what have we here, ‘Ro?” Elladan chuckled softly

“I believe it is a beautiful Lórien ellon who has just reached his majority this very night, ‘Dan,” the second twin purred as he stretched out next to Haldir on the ground. His brother followed his example.

“What are you two doing here?” Haldir asked with a genuine smile. “I thought you had gone to bed.”

“We could not go to sleep without giving you our present,” Elladan whispered as he laid a gentle kiss on Haldir’s bare shoulder.

“What? You presented me with a gift at the party,” Haldir panted softly as they pressed closer.

“That was the public gift,” Elrohir answered.

“We have a much more private gift we wish to give you,” they said in unison.

Haldir found it difficult to think. Light teasing fingers ran over his bare skin, sending shivers along the surface, straight to his groin. He was surprised when Elrohir claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside. Immediately he pulled away not quite used to such a kiss.

“Easy, Elrohir,” Elladan purred as he caressed Haldir’s arm, soothing him. “You will have to forgive my brother. We have been fantasizing about this night since the moment we laid eyes on you.”

“Why did you not say something?” Haldir panted as Elrohir’s mouth danced along his throat.

“You had not yet reached your majority,” he explained as he placed light butterfly kisses on the luminescent skin.

“It would not have been right,” Elladan whispered as he nuzzled the silver hair away from Haldir’s ear. “We want this to be special.”

“We want to be the ones to show you what loving is like,” Elrohir added.

“Can we try that kiss one more time?” Haldir panted softly as he looked from one twin to the other.

Haldir could not believe the sensations wracking his body. He arched into Elladan’s mouth as the older of the twins nipped his way down his stomach. Each bite tore a small gasp from his lips and sent jolts of pleasure through him. He could only anticipate the intended target and it made his stomach clench.

“I love the sounds you make,” Elrohir chuckled in his ear as he nipped at the lobe. “Elladan is very good at this. Trust your pleasure to him.”

A loud moan tore through the night as Haldir gripped Elrohir’s arm in a punishing grip. His hips were pinned as the other twin slowly licked the length of his shaft. Bolts raced through him, short-circuiting his ability to think clearly. Nothing had prepared him for this. He groaned as Elladan’s tongue swirled around the head of his shaft, flicking at the ridge beneath it.

“He has a wicked mouth does he not?” Elrohir asked as he teased Haldir’s mouth with the tip of his tongue. “He does such wonderful things with it.”

“Yes,” Haldir moaned.

Elrohir smiled as he ran one hand along the broad plane of Haldir’s chest. He paused at each nipple, pinching and rolling them between his fingers to the delight of the galadhel. Everything the silver ellon felt danced across his features. Each nuance was plain to see and the younger of the twins found the sight intoxicating. He chuckled when Haldir’s body bucked violently. Looking down, he saw Elladan slide his mouth down to the root of the silver elf’s cock. His brother was amazingly good at deep throating.

“Do not make him cum, tôren,” Elrohir whispered. “Not yet.”

He could feel his brother’s pout in the back of his mind. Gently he reminded his twin of their plans. Haldir would not be allowed his release until they were all linked as one. They would peak together but only if the other twin did not go overboard in his oral ministrations.

Haldir was tossed in a storm of pleasure. He could not distinguish one from the other although he knew the main portion of it was centered on his shaft. All he could do was feel and he was overwhelmed by it. Reaching out blindly, he ran his hands over whatever flesh he could find. Husky moans greeted him from both beside and below him. His fingers found a taught thigh and kneaded the firm flesh beneath his hand. Turning his head, he claimed Elrohir’s mouth in a heated kiss, tongues dueling for dominance.

“Ah, he is aggressive, tôren,” Elrohir whispered inside his brother’s mind. “He will definitely top his partners. I cannot see him doing otherwise.”

“Only with us,” Elladan purred. “Now shut up, I am busy.”

Elrohir chuckled into Haldir’s mouth at his brother’s gruff dismissal. Then he tore his mouth away from Haldir’s to travel down his body. He took one taut peak into his mouth, teasing it with teeth, tongue, and then suckling firmly. Haldir’s cry of pleasure was music to his ears.

Repeatedly Elladan brought Haldir to the very edge, letting him glimpse the pleasure that awaited him only to keep him there. The small whimpers and moans became growls of passionate frustration. They only served to drive the twins to greater efforts.

After a few more moments, Elladan withdrew his mouth. He sat back on his knees and smiled at Haldir as he licked his lips. The galadhel groaned in response. He reached out, took Haldir’s hands, pulling him into a sitting position, and then up on his knees. There, Haldir claimed his mouth and Elladan savored his aggression. He almost toppled backwards with it but pressed his hands against the silver elf’s shoulders.

“Nay, Haldir,” he chuckled. “Only my brother tops me. Elrohir is feeling a bit neglected, though.”

He turned Haldir around to face Elrohir. Immediately the younger twin opened his arms and took the silver elf into his embrace. They kissed madly, Elrohir giving control to Haldir with great enthusiasm and anticipation. The two fell back into the grass and moaned as their bodies came into full contact.

“Hannon le (Thank you), tôren,” Elrohir whispered as Haldir moved on top of him, giving him exactly what he desired.

“You are most welcome,” Elladan chuckled. “It is a good thing we prepared you beforehand. Are you ready, tôr dithen? It is probably going to be rough.”

“I am more than ready. ‘Dan, I ache to feel him inside me,” Elrohir moaned in his brother’s mind.

“He is bigger than I,” Elladan warned as he pulled the small vial from their discarded clothing.

“Stop teasing,” Elrohir answered.

Elladan chuckled. Sometimes his brother could be such a little slut. Nevertheless, Elrohir was his and he loved everything about him. He watched for a few moments as the two writhed together on the grass. Their hips pumped together and already Elrohir had his legs around Haldir’s waist. His little brother was definitely eager to be filled.

Moving closer, he pushed Haldir’s thighs wider apart and then lifted him to his knees. The silver elf complied without thought, his mouth never leaving Elrohir’s. He groaned as Elladan’s hand wrapped around his shaft, coating it with sweet scented oil. Then he guided the thick shaft to his brother’s entrance. He could feel Haldir’s body quiver. He heard Elrohir moan and whimper in anticipation.

“Gently, Haldir,” Elladan whispered, delighted with watching that thick long shaft slowly sink into his brother’s body. “He can take a pounding but not at first.”

The silver elf could not believe the tightness and heat that surrounded his shaft. He ached so badly that he almost spilled. Only Elladan’s fingers kept him from doing so. Elrohir’s muscles clenched and pulled at him until the younger twin released the breath he had taken. Then Haldir was in to the hilt and he threw back his head, roaring with the pleasure of it.

“So vocal,” Elrohir purred. “I love it.”

“He is as loud as you are,” Elladan chuckled as he poured more oil onto his fingers. “But you cannot go on without me, tôren.”

“We would not dream of it,” Haldir purred.

His eyes were a molten blue as he looked over his shoulder. He knew what Elladan planned to do and the very idea had him shaking with desire. As the older twin approached, he parted his thighs wider, surprising him. They exchanged smiles. He reveled in the feel of Elladan leaning over him, pressing him into Elrohir’s tight heat. He wanted to move, wanted to feel those muscles sliding over his cock, but he waited. There was more and he wanted, needed, to know what it was and how it felt.

Elladan placed one oiled finger at Haldir’s entrance. Slowly he circled it, listening for his brother’s voice inside his head. Elrohir would let him know if Haldir was experiencing any pain. When no word came, he gently pressed his finger inside the tight virgin passage. Immediately the muscles clenched tightly and he groaned. That would be heaven wrapped around his cock.

Haldir gasped as his body was breached for the first time. He wasn’t allowed more than a second to think about it before Elrohir was pulling him down into another blistering kiss. In the back of his mind, he knew the younger twin was trying to distract him. He had to admit it was working incredibly well. Soon his body relaxed and accepted Elladan’s ministrations until the ellon had three fingers inside him stroking slowly back and forth, as he longed to do inside Elrohir’s body.

“He is ready, tôren,” Elrohir whispered, feasting on Haldir’s mouth as his hands wandered over every inch of skin he could reach.

“Thank the Valar,” Elladan chuckled. “I would not have lasted much longer watching his body take my fingers.”

Pouring more oil into his palm, Elladan quickly coated his shaft, moving closer behind Haldir as he did so. He teased the head of his shaft over the loosened pucker until the silver elf pressed back, making Elrohir groan in the process. Chuckling, Elladan pressed forward until the head of his shaft slipped passed the guardian ring. Haldir’s moan was loud and long, letting the Peredhil know he enjoyed this very much.

The older twin set up a slow steady pace, knowing what his brother liked. He gripped Haldir’s hips, pressing deep into the tight channel, making sure to rub his sweet spot on alternating thrusts. The silver elf moaned his approval, gasping and groaning with each movement, as he was breeched and pressed deep into Elrohir’s hot passage.

“By the Valar, Haldir,” Elrohir moaned. “You feel… so big… hot and hard…. I…”

“Patience, tôren,” Elladan chuckled. “Do not leave us behind.”

Haldir shook at his lovers’ words. Pressed between them, he was surrounded by pleasure, by hard male flesh and it was incredible. Every nerve in his body hummed with the sensations washing over him. Encased in Elrohir’s heat, breached by Elladan’s hard shaft, he felt close to exploding. His body strived for that peak he’d been teased with earlier.

He felt the older twin’s weight against his back. Sharp teeth nipped the tip of his ear, making his hips jerk forward to the delight of the Peredhel beneath him. Fingers gripped his hips tightly and he knew there would be bruises there later. Hot breath teased the shell of his ear as Elladan spoke.

“Now, Haldir,” he purred as he continued to slowly thrust his cock deep within him. “Elrohir likes it slow at the beginning. He is getting close. Are you ready? He likes it fast and hard at the end. Can you take it?”

“I can,” Haldir growled as the words heightened his pleasure.

“Annorn (Harder),” Elrohir panted as he tossed his head back and forth on the grass. His eyes were closed and his cheeks flushed red with his passion. His fingers dug into Haldir’s back, leaving bloody furrows in the pale flesh.

“Annorn,” Elladan growled as he let himself go.

Haldir could do nothing but moan as their movements became frenzied. Alternately pierced and sheathed, he could no longer tell where he ended and they began. He was lost in the onslaught that was Elladan and Elrohir Elrondion.

Buffeted from all sides by pleasure, he could only move with it, jerking his hips back to meet Elladan’s thrusts and forward to impale Elrohir on his shaft. Moans and whimpers turned to screams and roars as the pleasures swelled like a wave in a storm tossed ocean.

As one the pleasure swept them up high, tossing them over the edge and then, following them, crashed against their senses. Three voices rose high into the night as the entire world exploded behind their eyes, jettisoning them into sweet oblivion.

They collapsed into a heap, their breath coming in pants. Elrohir was the first to regain his senses. Looking at the pile on top of him, he could only smile. Lightly he brushed his fingers over Haldir’s face, his other hand sifting through his brother’s hair.

Elladan opened his eyes to the soft touch of his brother’s fingers. He raised himself on his arms, laughing as they shook with the effort. Gently he withdrew from Haldir’s body. Gathering the supplies he and Elrohir had brought with him, he scooped some water from the pool. As he returned, he saw Haldir raising himself. He set the water aside and assisted the silver elf in settling on the grass beside Elrohir, making sure he laid on his side as he noted the marks left by his brother.

The younger twin reached into their supply bag and pulled out several herbs. He added them to the water and, whispering softly, warmed it. They rose to their knees on either side of Haldir. Gently Elrohir parted his thighs and lifted his right leg while Elladan soaked a cloth. With light touches meant to sooth, they cleansed him, making sure to apply the healing water to his passage.

Haldir sighed at the gentle treatment, his entire body completely drained of energy. He felt the sting of the welts on his back and chuckled softly. Of all the people to initiate him into the realm of pleasure, he was glad it was these two.

“Well,” Elladan chuckled. “He is smiling…”

“And laughing,” Elrohir added with a smirk. “So we did not break him.”

“Far from it,” Haldir snorted.

“Oh?” Elladan’s eyebrow rose in perfect imitation of his father. “Is that a challenge?”

“Simply a statement of fact,” Haldir answered.

“Be careful Haldir. Elladan cannot resist a challenge,” Elrohir chuckled as he curled up in front of the silver elf.

“No I cannot,” Elladan said as he settled behind Haldir. “However, at the moment, my legs are jelly and I wish to rest. Nevertheless, be warned, Haldir. When we have rested, I will answer that challenge.”

“I look forward to it,” Haldir purred as he snuggled between the two of them. Slowly they fell asleep.

Over the weeks before their departure, the twins taught Haldir many ways of pleasuring a lover. Elladan showed him the delights of oral ministration while Elrohir showed him the many ways he could use his body to tease and please. Haldir was happier than he had been in many years. He spoke of the twins often, never noticing the distressed look on his Naneth’s face.

His brothers noticed the change in him as well. They were not sure what to make of it so they decided to speak to him about it.

“Haldir?” Rúmil asked one night as they sat in the family talan.

“Yes, tôr dithen?” Haldir answered as he lazed on one of the many couches.

“Are you in love with Elladan and Elrohir?” he asked bluntly.

“Rúmil!!” Orophin reprimanded.

“What? I just want to know how he feels about them,” Rúmil pouted.

“But you cannot just blurt something like that out,” Orophin protested.

“It is alright, Oro,” Haldir smiled at his siblings. “I do not mind. In truth, I do not know, Rúmil.”

“Oh,” Rúmil said softly. “Okay.”

Haldir pondered his brother’s question for many days. He knew that soon Celebrían and her family would be leaving. The thought made a rock settle in his stomach but he could not identify it. When he was with them, he could pretend that the end would never come, that they would stay with him always.

Nevertheless, the fateful day came and Haldir was more miserable than he had ever thought possible. He ran through the woods to the spot where they had first made love and sank to the grass. They found him by the pool, his eyes filled with tears but his voice silent in his sorrow.

“Haldir?” Elladan asked. “What is wrong, melethron (m. lover)?”

“You are leaving,” Haldir answered softly, not looking at them.

Elrohir dropped to his knees beside him, grasping his shoulders; he turned the silver elf to face him. The misery in that face tore at his heart.

“Oh, Haldir,” he said softly. “I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Elladan asked.

“You have fallen in love with us,” Elrohir whispered.

Haldir could do nothing but nod his head.

“Oh, no,” Elladan said, turning away in frustration.

“Can you not stay with me?” Haldir begged.

“You know we cannot,” Elrohir answered as he brushed strands of silver hair from his face.

“But I love you both!” Haldir cried.

“But we do not love you,” Elladan said. Haldir gasped at the bluntness of the statement, his blue eyes widening in shock.

“Elladan!” Elrohir scolded.

“Would you prefer we lied to him?” the older twin asked. “I wish it were not so. I wish we could give him our hearts but they are not ours to give. They never have been. You know this, Elrohir.”

“I know nothing of the sort,” the younger answered vehemently. He turned back to Haldir. “I wish I could completely disagree with my brother but I cannot. While we care for you a great deal, we do not love you as you love us.”

“Then this was all a lie?” Haldir asked, a single tear, more poignant for the lack of others, slid down his face leaving a silver trail. “The way you touched me, kissed me and made love to me, meant nothing?”

Elrohir pulled him to his feet and Elladan sandwiched him between them trying to provide what little comfort they could. His body stiffened between them.

“The time we have shared with you was extraordinary, Haldir,” Elrohir whispered as he hugged him though the embrace was not encouraged.

“You are special to us. We will cherish those moments,” Elladan sighed. “The bond between Elrohir and I is a complicated one. I do not know if it will allow another and it would be unfair to that person if it did not.”

“Then why?” Haldir demanded, pulling away from them.

“Because of the way you looked at us and because of how you drew us both with your presence. Oh, Haldir,” Elrohir said, tears making his storm gray eyes shimmer. “I wish it were not so. I wish we could love you in the same way and with the same devotion we love each other.”

“Go,” Haldir said quietly.

“What?”

“Go, please,” he repeated. “It would not do to keep your family waiting.”

The look in his eyes was resolute. Immediately Elrohir reached out for Elladan’s hand, taking comfort from his touch as he saw the depth of the pain they had unintentionally caused this beautiful silver ellon. Silently they left the clearing.

It was many hours before Haldir could return to Caras Galadhon. Even then, he knew they had not departed the Golden Wood as of yet. He did not join the family for their leave taking. He could not. The careful barrier he had erected would break. His heart would shatter if he saw them with the others. Yet, even in his pain, he could not prevent himself from seeking the trees and watching them depart. Concealed high in the branches of the mallorn, his blue eyes followed their horses as they traveled the paths of Lothlórien. At the crest of the hill, he saw them pause and turn back. His sharp vision caught the movement of Elrohir’s hand once more seeking that of his brother.

He stayed in that tree until his Adar came for him. The Lord of Lothlórien had always been the one to seek him out when he was injured or sad. Celeborn sat on the tree branch next his, neither speaking nor touching.

“Did not the lady tell me to beware of them?” Haldir whispered. “And now I cannot forget them.”

“There is much we do not understand about their bond,” Celeborn said as he settled down and leaned back against the trunk. “Twins are not common among our people and, from my understanding, most of them are not as closely bonded as Elladan and Elrohir. Perhaps someday that bond will allow for another, perhaps not.”

“I know what I feel,” Haldir said. “I know that I will never feel this way about another.”

“I do not doubt that for a moment,” Celeborn said. “You have always been the one most clear in thought and deed. You were never given to fanciful notions or to impulsive behavior. Well, at least not as you grew older.”

“I will never be the same, Ada,” Haldir whispered.

“No, you will not,” the lord agreed. “Come, it is time to return home.”

When they arrived at the talan, Lady Galadriel was waiting for them. She said not a word. She merely opened her arms and Haldir flew into them, as he had not done since he was a small elfling. It did not matter that he towered over her for the Lady’s presence made physical size insignificant. He was her son and he needed comfort. Celeborn joined them, wrapping his arms around them both. Of all his sons, he worried over Haldir the most. It seemed that his fears were not in vain.

In the years to come, they would watch Haldir throw himself into his training, forsaking all but the most base of encounters. All his passion, all his fire, was focused into becoming the best warrior of the Galadhrim. He advanced through the ranks quickly to become the youngest Marchwarden in the history of Lothlórien. The twins had come to visit several times but Haldir always made sure to be on patrol. He never knew the pain his absence caused the Peredhil (pl. half-elf) and they never spoke of it to anyone but each other. Haldir spoke to no one at all. He locked his heart away, the better to keep it safe.

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