Winter Hearts

Posted: December 2004
Title: Winter Hearts
Series: Games of Love
Sequel to: Promise In Ink
Author: Fimbrethiel
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings: explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, incest
Disclaimer: Don't own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien's estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Beta: Minuial Nuwing - *hugs*
Timeline: The year 900 of the Third Age
Summary: On Yuletide Eve, Elladan has a surprise for his twin.

Author's Note: The idea for this story came from Promise in Ink, the fourth in the Winner Takes All series. In Promise, Elrohir remembered a very special Yule the twins shared. Minuial suggested a vignette based on that memory. Twin-whore that I am, I had to follow through. And since it was her idea, poor Min got saddled with doing the beta. *grin*

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"Wake up, melethronen," Elladan whispered into his twin's ear, brushing back the silky raven hair to expose the perfect, pink shell and nip gently on the lobe.

Elrohir's sleepy silver-grey eyes blinked into focus, and his sigh of pleasure was interrupted by an enormous yawn. "Why are you waking me, El? I am exhausted from the Yuletide preparations. Did we not just go to bed?"

"Get up, sleepyhead, I have a surprise for you," Elladan persisted, pulling the warm blankets off them both, despite Elrohir's protests.

Resigned that he would not be returning to sleep any time soon, a groggy Elrohir rose and stretched. Looking at his twin curiously, he opened his mouth to question Elladan, who put a finger to his lips and shook his head. "Follow me," the elder twin said quietly, "and do not ask questions."

Leading a perplexed Elf-knight by the hand, Elladan pulled him toward the double glass doors that led from their suite out to the broad porch and to the common garden beyond. He then drew the drapery back from the window and turned to watch the expression on Elrohir's face.

"Snow!" the Elf-knight gasped in delight. "It snowed!" Indeed, the courtyard of Imladris was covered with a thick blanket of white, fluffy snow.

Elladan grinned. "Aye, it did, but that is not the only reason I woke you."

Elrohir opened his mouth in query, but again his twin only shook his head and held a finger to his lips. The Elf-knight obediently closed his mouth and watched in confusion as Elladan stripped the thick, warm fur throw from their bed, then unlatched the heavy glass door and opened it. A flurry of snow swirled in with the chill air. Again taking his brother's hand, Elladan pulled him out onto the wide, covered porch and closed the door silently behind them.

The younger twin pulled back, alarmed, and cried, "El, you are mad, we cannot go out there! We are not dressed!" He looked pointedly at Elladan's bare chest and loose sleeping trousers that billowed in the frigid breeze, "nor are we wearing shoes. We will freeze!"

Elladan smirked, letting his eyes roam appraisingly over the appealing form of his twin, who was also wore only sleep pants laced low on his slender hips, his nipples standing hard and pointed on his bare chest. "I do not plan to allow you to freeze, tôr dithen," Elladan's voice was low and sultry with promise.

Elrohir felt his cheeks flush with more than cold, as the meaning of his brother's words became clear. "Oh..."

The elder twin led the way over the fluffy snow, pulling his brother by the hand out toward the gazebo, both skimming lightly over the drifts, leaving only the barest imprints of their feet behind. The brethren ran up the steps hand in hand and yanked the door open against the snow, then threw themselves down on the wide, comfortable divan that was left there year-round. What little moonlight that escaped the cloud cover above reflected off the snow-covered trees and the dense, white blanket on the ground, casting a faint, glowing light about the gazebo. The only breaking of the still of night was the faint hiss of the snow as it fell.

"Gods, it is freezing out here!" Elrohir said through chattering teeth.

Elladan pulled the heavy fur over them and wrapped his arms around his twin's shivering form, lending the warmth of his body to the icy air under the blanket. A small, startled shriek escaped his lips when Elrohir's frigid nose nuzzled against his neck.

The Elf-knight chuckled at the high-pitched gasp of playful outrage. "I told you I was cold," he teased.

Elladan settled cross-legged beside his twin and pulled the enormous fur up over his head, tucking the ends securely around their bodies. With long, slow strokes, he rubbed his palms up and down over his brother's arms, warming the chilled flesh. Then he leaned down and used the same firm motions over Elrohir's long, muscular legs. "Mmm, better," the Elf-knight sighed as the warmth of his twin's body eased the chill. "But my toes are still cold."

"Then let me warm them, yes?" Elladan grinned into the shadows. Stretching out beside his brother, he took each slender foot in turn, massaging and kneading firmly until the skin was warm to the touch. On a whim, he stroked a finger down the sole of one, and Elrohir barked out a ringing peal of laughter.

"Stop that, El, it tickles!" It was the wrong thing to say, for Elladan ensued to lock his brother's calf in the crook of his elbow and mercilessly tickle the Elf-knight's foot, until Elrohir thrashed and shrieked in laughter. "Enough! Unhand me, you rogue!" he cried, giggling.

Elladan took mercy on his brother, and crawled up again to nestle against his twin's side until their shared laughter subsided into hitching giggles, then finally comfortable silence. Toasty in their warm cocoon, Elladan rolled over onto his back and brought his twin to rest on top of him while they kissed sweetly. He rubbed his hands up and down Elrohir's lissome form, the naked skin of his back silky-smooth over hard muscle. "I love you, ‘Ro," he murmured against his brother's neck.

"Love you too, gellen," Elrohir said huskily. He was hard, achingly so; had been aroused since the moment he and Elladan tumbled down onto the divan together. His brother's touch, no matter how innocent, was enough to set his pulse racing and the blood rushing to pool in his groin. When Elladan nipped at the skin over the pulse point at the juncture of shoulder and neck, the Elf-knight writhed and groaned, "Oh gods…"

Warm wetness traced delicate patterns against the skin, rapidly chilled by the cool night air. "You taste so good, pen vain, like rich cream and the sweetest of sun-ripened raspberries, with just a hint of cinnamon and vanilla," Elladan murmured. To lend credence to his words, he opened wide and took in as much of the tender flesh as he could, and sucked until a large, purpled bruise rose to the surface of Elrohir's throat. "Delicious," he said, with a smack of his lips when he finally released the newly marked flesh.

Elrohir groaned softly under his breath. "You drive me to distraction, melethronen. I want you so badly it hurts. Can you feel how much?" Unbidden, his hips rocked against his brother's length, and he kneaded the enticingly rounded posterior beneath his hands.

"Then have me, tôren," Elladan murmured with a teasing lick to his twin's ear. The proof of his own desire pressed hard and hot against Elrohir's own. He reached between their bodies and made quick work of removing their sleeping pants, untying them and pushing them down with first his hands, then feet, kicking their clothing to the floor.

Elrohir quivered, but turned his head and reluctantly pulled away. "But we have no oil, and I would not risk harming you."

A throaty chuckle escaped the elder twin. He reached for Elrohir's hand and guided it down between their bodies and between his parted legs. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

Curious, the Elf-knight delved into the crevice between his brother's buttocks. He gasped when his fingers encountered Elladan's opening, already greased with a thick salve, and slightly stretched. "You are wicked," Elrohir laughed, and kissed his brother soundly. "But I would have you no other way."

"Then have me *now*, and quit talking!" Elladan grinned into the dark.

"Not yet, lusty one… I wish to play for a bit and enjoy my surprise." He slithered down Elladan's body and bent his knees back a bit further. The musky smell of their combined arousal was intoxicating. The slick, soft heat called to him. It was dark under the fur, but he needed no light. Every square inch of his brother's body was well known by touch alone.

Strong fingers trailed the contoured muscles of a thigh, the barest touch making Elladan shiver and moan. His hips began a slow dance against the divan as he sought out his brother's touch. "'Ro, please… touch me."

Elrohir's fingers teased the sensitive skin of Elladan's groin, a hair's breadth away from the pulsing organ between his legs. "Like this?"

Elladan groaned in frustration. "No, *not* like that. You know what I want."

The touch was whisper-soft on the weeping tip of his shaft, silky-slick with the juices of his arousal. "Is this what you want, melethron?" Elrohir's fingers circled smoothly around the crown, gathering the slippery fluid.

Elladan moaned, "Oh yes," and pumped his hips up toward his brother's hand. But Elrohir pulled away.

The Elf-knight raised his fingers to Elladan's lips and painted his twin's mouth with clear, bittersalt fluid. "Taste yourself, beloved. You are sweet and salty, bitter and so alluring." The elder twin moaned around the digit that slipped between his parted lips.

Elrohir rose up under the heavy blanket and straddled his twin's chest. He leaned forward, bracing his upper body on his arms, and nudged Elladan's lips with the slippery head of his cock. "Taste me. Do I taste as you do?"

Elladan opened wide and took the thick length between his lips. The small slit wept copiously, seeping tangy fluid, making his mouth water. Elrohir pumped lightly into the slippery warmth. The firm yet smooth tongue slid over the pulsing vein that ran along the bottom of his length. Elladan's lips closed over the shaft, creating delicious suction while his tongue swirled over and around the head.

"Gods, tôren… enough, or I will spend in your throat and not in your body," Elrohir moaned. He pulled away from the delicious heat and settled again between Elladan's thighs. The Elf-knight raised the strong legs high, settling them across his shoulders. The smooth tip of his shaft was posed at Elladan's loosened entrance. "Are you ready?" he drawled into his brother's ear. "How do you want me?"

"Do it slowly," Elladan replied thickly. "I want to feel every inch of you sliding into me."

His brother's words stripped away the last bit of control, and gradually Elrohir pushed forward into the clenching, slippery heat.

Elladan's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned as the Elf-knight inched forward, slowly stretching him wide. Elrohir's pace was agonizingly slow. "Mmm, do not tease, tôren," Elladan whimpered.

The familiar, warm tingle flowed over and around them as each half of their sundered faer sought its mate, at last becoming whole.

Elrohir began to move in tiny, short, shallow thrusts, his length moving in and out of his twin's snug channel only a fraction of an inch each time.

"‘Ro…" Elladan whined. "Please!" With his legs thrown over Elrohir's shoulders, all he was able to do was wriggle about, unable to counterthrust against his brother.

"You said slowly, pen vara. Have you changed your mind?" Elrohir teased, continuing with his slow, loving torment. Each motion was the barest of movements; the blunt head of his arousal rested on his brother's pleasure gland, giving only pressure instead of the steady, driving motion that would set them both aflame.

"Oh yesssss," the elder twin pleaded. "Harder, I cannot bear this sweet torture. On the morrow, I still want to be able to feel your loving."

Elrohir granted his wish, and slammed forward, beginning deep, hard strokes. Never did he withdraw from the blissful, slick heat more than halfway, before hammering back in all the way to the root. "Gods… so good," he groaned. "You drive me wild, tôren."

Elladan yelped with each thrust, bent near in half, his legs thrown over Elrohir's shoulders and helpless to do more than cling desperately to his brother's arms with both hands while the Elf-knight plowed his backside without mercy. Each stroke of the steel shaft within him was unerring in its accuracy, striking his prostate and propelling him closer to the point that would send the lovers to the pinnacle of shared explosive ecstasy.

The fur throw slipped from Elrohir's shoulders and fell to the floor with a heavy thud, but neither noticed the glacial air that suddenly enveloped them. The air fairly crackled about them; the kinetic energy of the union generated so much heat that vapor rose from the entangled, writhing bodies of Elf-man and Elf-knight, and gathered like a cloud of steam under the rafters.

Balancing on one trembling arm, Elrohir grasped his twin's swollen shaft with the opposite hand, stroking the sticky flesh. The twin-bond was open freely as always whenever the brethren made love, and the wonder of filling and being filled, giving and receiving, assured that their couplings were brief and often ferocious in intensity; this time was no different.

Elrohir vacillated on the knife's edge between cogent thought and the blinding rapture of orgasm. Head thrown back in wanton sensuality, his garbled chanting of, "Oh gods oh gods, Elladan… oh yes, loveyouloveyou…" disintegrated into nothing but incessant groans.

Elladan's sharp cry of completion rent the air and he shrieked, "Coming… oh oh coming…" He erupted between them, bathing their heaving chests with scalding fluids.

The last shreds of control were stripped away, and the Elf-knight joined his twin in bliss, flooding Elladan's rippling channel with his essence.

Panting, Elrohir lowered his brother's legs from his shoulders and lay prone upon Elladan's trembling body while their breathing slowed. A tug was felt as their faer reluctantly parted, and the warm glow that encompassed them slipped away, leaving the brethren clammy and shivering, and somehow empty, in spite of their nearness. It was always like this – the idyllic afterglow of lovemaking faded to melancholy as two halves of a whole were riven.

Elrohir reached to the floor and grasped blindly until he found a pair of discarded sleeping pants. Sitting up, he wiped their sticky stomachs, then quickly cleaned his groin and after Elladan rolled to his side, carefully removed the traces of sex from the elder twin's bottom. He pulled the heavy fur blanket up over their chilled bodies and lay down in the waiting circle of his brother's arms.

In the faint light, Elrohir was dismayed to see a single tear fall from his twin's eye. "Why do you weep, melethen?" Elrohir brushed away the moisture and kissed Elladan gently.

Elladan's voice shook slightly. "Why does it hurt so, ‘Ro?"

Elrohir sighed and nestled against the comfort of his brother's chest. "I do not know, guren. ‘Twould be easier, sometimes, if we had not known."

Elladan kissed the silky hair nestled against his shoulder. Thoughtfully he said, "Easier, perhaps, but we would never have known those few brief moments when we were complete." He lay silent for a moment, and then shook his head decisively. "Nay, in spite of the ache we feel when our faer is again divided, I would gladly bear the pain twofold to know the joy of your love."

Elrohir kissed his twin's smooth breast. "I love you, Elladan. Always." Lifting his face, he smiled up at his brother; the radiance of his face outshone the brilliance of the sun as it broke over the treetops of the Misty Mountains. Dawn had come, and the snow had ended.

The Elf-knight leaped from the divan and pulled Elladan up with him. Pressing a final, loving kiss upon his twin's brow, Elrohir gathered their discarded clothing, then draped the fur wrap around them both. "Look, the snow stopped."

Elladan pulled his twin tightly to him. Elrohir's heart thumped steadily against his, beating in perfect synchronicity. Hugging the Elf-knight tightly, Elladan whispered, "Happy Yule, Elrohir. I hope you enjoyed your gift."

Elrohir chuckled merrily. "Aye, very much so. Happy Yule, Elladan."

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As she set about tidying the Peredhel twins' suite, the chambermaid made a mental note to have the carpenter examine the exterior door for leaks. A puddle of water stood in front of the double doors, a trickle winding its way toward the bathing chamber. An enormous fur blanket was piled in a heap nearby. The door must be leaky, and the wind must have blown snow through the crack, where it melted on the floor. Sighing, she stripped the sheets and quickly set the room to rights. Still, she thought, the brethren deserved credit for attempting to clean up the mess. But perhaps it would have been wiser to use towels?

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Sindarin translations:
melethronen = my lover
tôr dithen = little brother
pen vain = beautiful one
gellen = my joy
tôren = my brother
melethron = lover
pen vara = eager one
melethen = my love
guren = my heart

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THE END

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