Good Elf, Bad Elf

Good Elf, Bad Elf

Posted: April 27, 2007
Title: Good Elf, Bad Elf
Author: Enide
Type: FCS
Characters: Boromir/Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Naturally none.
Warning: Explicit sex, twincest.
Author's Note: My first Twincest story. Yay!

Summary: Boromir needs distraction, and finds it in an unexpected place.

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By the time the Council of Elrond was finally over and Boromir could leave the place of utter humiliation, evening sent blue shadows over Imladris. Steaming with anger, frustration and even worse feelings, he let his long strides carry him away from the troublesome noises and stirrings of the newly formed fellowship. He couldn't bear facing anyone of them. He could barely stand facing his own thoughts.

Night drew tighter around the beautiful if chilly gardens of Rivendell before he had calmed down enough to face his own mind. The gardens had been empty except for him, which was a great relief, and his restless wanderings had burned away the worst edge of his anger. But now he had to face a much worse feeling.

He was utterly unimportant.

The thought rose through him like a storm, but he had no energy left to get angry again.

All his life, his entire upbringing and grown years, he had been the most important person of Gondor, if not the world. He was the one who stood between the defenseless lands and Mordor. He was the one upon whom they all placed their trust.

But no longer. With the King returned, who would ever look to the Steward again? And even that paled before the unthinkable thing the halfling had done. The Ringbearer.

He suddenly felt lonely and tired, and the shards of his former life seemed to unimportant to even try to reassemble again. His only relief when he buried his face in his hands was that no one was around to see his tears.

When he returned to the corridors of Rivendell it was utterly dark, the long shadows only kept at bay by a few lamps. The only sound he could hear was from his own steps, echoing from the strange walls and open balconies. There was no one in sight.

He suddenly realised that he must have got lost, for instead of returning to his own rooms, he found him self at the same place he had visited last night. The shards of Narsil gleamed flawlessly in the light of the lamps. Someone had returned the hilt to its place after he had dropped it.

Half against his own will, he went up to the small podium, staring down at the broken sword that somehow felt like the perfect symbol for his own life.

"Silly, isn't it?" Boromir jumped at the sudden voice by his ear, and at the hand that had placed itself on his shoulder. A robe clad arm leaned lightly around his back.

The elven eyes that met his were grey as storm clouds, and hair black as ink fell down the shoulders of a subtly green robe. Boromir vaguely remembered him from the council. One of Elrond's twins, but which one was impossible for him to say. The elf regarded him with a kind look, but Boromir hoped that all signs of his former tears had dried away. Turning away, the elf took up a shard between long, beautiful fingers and let the light play over it. He was at least as tall as Boromir, and the shades seemed to cloak him in a secretive and mysterious aura.
Elves. Too strange for anyone to try to understand.

"Silly to let the reminders of a failure be on display like this. Silly not to have it reforged."

When Boromir, unable to find any words and still a bit shaken at the elf's sudden and soundless appearance, only grunted something for an answer, the elf put down the shard and turned towards him again. Somehow, that simple movement placed him straight before Boromir, in the small space between the Man and the podium.

"I am Elladan," he explained with a soft smile.

It was too embarrassing to admit he could not separate the brothers, so Boromir decided to pretend it was a simple introduction.

"Boromir." He answered, a bit grumpy. He was not really in the mood for company, especially not from strangers, or elves. And the presence of the other's body so close and the touch of his hand on his shoulder was a disturbing distraction.

"We know," Elladan assured him. "We have been waiting for you."

"We?" Boromir asked dumbfounded. At the same moment he felt a new hand slide up his back, up his neck and slide through his hair, letting it fall through the fingers.

"My dear brother and I," the husky voice of Elrohir was so close to Boromir's cheek that he felt the warm breath on his skin and smelled the fresh mint. The new twin brother had approached just as silently, and now both his hands ran through Boromir's hair from behind, his elbows resting on the Mans broad shoulders, and his body so close behind that Boromir didn't dare to move.

"Me?" Cornered between the twins, Boromir's heart was starting to beat faster. The robes they were wearing, green for Elladan and grey for Elrohir, revealed nothing of the bodies underneath but the touch of Elrohir's body leaning up on him from behind insinuated both strength and litheness. Still he could not keep the bitterness from his voice as he laughed. "Why should anyone care for me anymore?" A sudden gleam of fire in Elladan's grey eyes made Boromir's mouth turn dry. He knew that fire, but he could not understand why he saw it in the elf's eyes.

"Oh, I could think of quite a few reasons," the elf said almost breathlessly, his hand sliding up and down the Mans chest.

"And with the time of our people drawing to an end here, this might be our last chance ever to…be with…a mortal." He added.

Desire broke through Boromir's body at the words, spreading like wildfire through his veins. From behind he could hear Elrohir's snicker at the Mans response, just before the elf slid his tongue over the Mans neck, making the small hairs raise. But Boromir could not help the question that rose in him.

"But what of Aragorn?" He didn't want to know the answer, but he could not bear any more doubts tonight. Again, the elves surprised him.

"Estel?" Elladan answered with a small frown. "He is about as interesting as a piece of wood."

"And about as attractive," Elrohir added in a mean tone.

Strong elven hands where now moving all over Boromir's body, caressing him through the cloth and even chainmail. His own hands seemed to have a life of their own, one sliding around Elladan's slim waist and pulling him closer, the other holding Elrohir close with a grip on the belt holding the elf's robe together at the waist.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, confused and dizzy with growing wonder.

"Anything you can give us," Elrohir answered wickedly and with a gentle but firm grip on Boromir's neck he pulled him forward towards Elladan's lips.

"No more questions now. Kiss my brother. He is waiting for you."

The receiving kiss of the twin brother sent new shivers through Boromir, enhanced by the light force on his neck. Elladan's mouth was soft, warm and open, a hot acceptance of the Mans tongue. A small wince of desire found its way out from Elladan's mouth. Fingers were already fumbling with the clasps of his robe, pulling it of him and sending it to the floor.

"Here?" Boromir asked a bit uncomfortable as the kiss was broken. "But anyone could come…"

"Yes," Elladan's smile grew wider. "Anyone. Erestor, Mithrandir, our father…"

"That is what makes it so exciting." Elrohir's smile was evil but his eyes gleamed with arousal as he took Boromir's chin in his hand and leaned his head backwards to his own. This time it was the elf's tongue which slid in to the Mans mouth, leading it in the slow, demanding dance. It *was* exciting, Boromir realised, the risk making it even more so.

As Elrohir finally released him, he abandoned any other questions, and indeed any other thought than of the twins. Their robes where of some silk like texture, sliding away under his hands and smearing against their bodies as his hands wandered over them, their hair even finer and softer against his face as he kissed them, their flushing faces getting more beautiful by every movement. Elladan's robe fell open after a new command from Elrohir, and Boromir gasped in wonder at the naked, smooth chest where the black nipples were hard and swelling like buds on an ashen tree in spring.

"Kiss him. Lick him. He likes that." Again, Elrohir pushed him forward, and Boromir obeyed, the reward of the twin brother's body to great to resist. Elladan was leaning back over the podium with the sword shards, lithe as a willow tree, so far back that Boromir got slightly worried the elf would cut his back on the pieces.

The moans of Elladan as the Man kissed his chest, licked his nipples and sucked them until they were hard as stone together with Elrohir's gentle bur firm guiding over his brothers body was making Boromir's blood burn with desire. He wanted more, and he wanted it now. His kisses got further down over the elf's flat, muscled stomach, down towards were the broad leather belt was all that kept the robe up.

But before he could get the belt buckle open, Elrohir's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Not yet." He started to lead the Man upwards again, despite Elladan's protesting moan.

"Oh, let him brother!"

"Soon enough, brother dear."

As Boromir rose up, he could hear the soft sound of a silk robe falling to the floor, and he realised that Elrohir was now standing naked behind him. Tentative, he let his hand follow the contours of a long, naked leg as he moved up, over he strong thigh and hard, narrow hip. When he was standing again, he felt a hot rod pressing against his own hip from behind.

"Lets' get you out of these annoying clothes," Elrohir decided and both twins went to work, opening up clasps and pulling the chainmail and the red undercoat over the Mans head. As they worked in perfect synchronisation, Boromir wondered over how two so similar bodies could contain so different souls; Elladan so soft and gentle, whiles Elrohir were unforgiving and demanding, with an almost wicked personality.

When the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, Elladan gave a small cry of delight. Boromir's chest was far more massive than the elves, on whom every muscle could be seen moving under the skin, giving the man a powerful impression enhanced by the curly hair covering him and running in a string over his stomach. Elladan's long fingers buried themselves in the hair, his mouth seeking out the Mans nipples, teasing them with kisses and soft rubbings, pushing him back into the waiting arms of his brother.

"My brother seems more than pleased by you," Elrohir observed with a grin and followed up the comment with a new long kiss.

"And what about you?" Boromir's answer was almost buried in a groan.

"I am a bit harder to please." A long hand followed up over Boromir's trousers, pressing the cloth in between his butt cheeks. "This might do it," he added with a mocking smile.

"Oh, really?" Boromir growled. He wanted to do it all to Elladan, but he was not about to show himself weak towards Elrohir either.

"Yes. Really." Elrohir's bold hands were already caressing him through his trousers, waking an irresistible urge.

"I want your brother. I want to taste him." Elladan looked up as the words left Boromir's mouth unbidden, and his grey eyes where on fire with desire now.

"Of course. But you can't have one of us unless the other one gets you." Elrohir's hands on Boromir's shoulders pressed him down in front of Elladan. "Taste him now, before he explodes from waiting for you."

Although he realised that he was accepting Elrohir's proposal, the temptation of Elladan got too much for Boromir. He pushed away the robe still covering Elladan from the waist down and heard the elf pant with desire as he started teasing him, kissing, licking, sucking. From behind, the completely naked Elrohir leaned over him, his rod just over Boromir's shoulder. That temptation was also to much; Boromir turned around towards Elrohir just to hear his surprised gasp as the Man changed between him and his brother.

Looking up, Boromir saw the two twins locked in a fierce kiss, Elladan leaning back on the podium for support, Elrohir's hands locked around his neck, jet black hair spilling down and melting together on fair skin, bodies so perfectly fair and similar. The sight brought a jolt of new desire through Boromir as he gave his attentions to both twins, making their breathing hard, feeling the heat of their skin against his face.

A hand – Elrohir's – finally steered him towards Elladan and held him there.

"No cheating," the elf panted. "You want my brother. I want you. But him first." With a cry like a night bird, Elladan could no longer resist, and the strange taste of elf filled Boromir's mouth.

Panting in the after waves of desire, Elladan was leaning heavily on the podium, smiling down at Boromir with satisfied desire shining in his eyes. He reached down a hand and pulled the Man up, kissing him with gentle thankfulness.

Elrohir's hand reached out from behind Boromir and opened his brother's belt with a simple move, letting his robe fall to the ground and leaving him as naked as his brother, with the high black boots as their only clothing. Smiling, Elladan turned around, pressing up against Boromir, driving the Man almost out of his mind with wanting. Boromir kicked of his own boots as Elrohir opened his trousers and let them fall.

"Here." From somewhere Elrohir got a small phial, half filled with oil. "Be careful with him. Remember" – a new, evil smile – "that I will be right behind you."

As Boromir smeared himself, he wondered if he would even last long enough to do anything. The powerful back and narrow hips leaning on him was making him ache with want, and as he carefully nudged Elladan he felt Elrohir's oily rod slide over his own behind. Slowly, he pulled Elladan closer, kissing his neck and caressing his thighs as he entered him. Elladan bit his lip and closed his eyes, leaning his head back on the Mans chest, but to Boromir's surprise he was growing hard again under his caresses.

Then he suddenly forgot everything about Elladan as Elrohir pushed into him in a single movement that filled him, too much, to suddenly. Arousal swelled over him like a stormwave, carrying away all thoughts and filling him as completely as Elrohir. He heard the elf behind him groaning with pleasure and the elf in front of him echoing his brothers moan as the three of them moved in a single minded rhythm.

Boromir was the first to surrender, filling Elladan with warmth, but the twins didn't last much longer. They both came at the same time with a soft shout and Boromir felt their tense bodies relax against his. The three of them leaned on one another, giving support as much as taking it whiles breath evened out and their blood stopped racing thorough veins.

When they finally freed themselves from one another, it was slowly and reluctantly. Elladan pulled Boromir's trousers back up and knotted them whiles Elrohir found the red under tunic and slid it over the Mans head. The rest of the clothing seemed too much work to find and put on, and Boromir let them simply dangle over his arm.

Elladan gave him a last kiss and a smile.

"Go to bed now. You will need some sleep before morning."

"I assume I gave you too some pleasure, hard tough you are to please." Boromir teased Elrohir.

"It was not unpleasant," Elrohir answered with his old superiority back in both the mocking words and his haughty stance as he put a protective arm around his brother.

Boromir snorted with pretended disbelieve as he turned around for his rooms.

The elves watched his disappearance in the gloom and waited until he was safely out of earshot.

"Well, brother dear, I suppose we've done all we can to give him some relief from thoughts tonight." Elrohir nodded pleased.

"Yes, but the next time I get to play the bad elf, and you can be the good one." Elladan added a bit grumpy.

"Why are you complaining? You came twice."

"It is not the same, and you know it. But it is not to late for you to make it up to me. I was thinking we could find that wood – elf prince…"

"Too late. Father caught him straight after the council."

"Damn. He won't let him go until morning." Elladan sucked in his underlip as he thought. "What about…what about the Dwarf?"

"Are you out of your mind?! Are you expecting me to play `good elf' to a Dwarf?"

"Would you not do that, brother dear? For me?" Elladan batted his eyes mockingly at his brother who growled at him, but gave up with a sigh.

"Anything for you, brother dear." He leaned forward and they kissed, in a perfect symbiosis of mind and body.

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THE END

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