Married To An Elf
Part 6
Posted: October 12, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Elladan surprises his brother.
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“When are you going to stop hiding, Elladan?” Elrohir’s voice was quiet, though the sorrow was evident in its tone.
“How can I hide when you always seem to know where to find me?” Elladan retorted bitterly. “I can not go anywhere without you appearing moments later!”
“You exaggerate.”
“Do I?” Elladan responded, but then sighed. “I just want the freedom to be able to be on my own, Elrohir. Surely that is not too difficult to understand?”
“I left you alone for a good three days after the conversation with our father and grandmother, Elladan. How much more time do you need?” Elrohir stood before his twin, grasping his chin and forcing Elladan to look at him when the other turned his head away. “I repeat: How much more time do you need?”
“I hear Adar has taken over finalising everything for the ceremony.”
“Stop changing the subject!” Elrohir took a deep breath in an attempt to contain his anger. “You said that you had come to the same conclusion that we were more than likely soul-mates, Elladan,” he began, his voice now carefully controlled. “Yet you fight it. Why?”
“Do you really want to know the truth?” Elladan’s gaze was stormy with emotion.
“That is all I ask,” Elrohir said quietly. “Tell me, Elladan; mayhap we can then finally work this all out.”
Elladan swallowed. “I had always wondered what…what it would be like…” he began haltingly.
“What would ‘what’ be like?” Elrohir prompted.
“What it would be like to make love to one who was the mirror-image of yourself.” There, the words were out, and Elladan waited with some trepidation as to what his brother’s reaction would be.
“For how long?” Elrohir asked quietly.
“Since our majority.”
Elrohir paused only momentarily before asking, “And when did you realise that we could be soul-mates?”
Elladan took a deep breath. “At the same time,” he confessed.
The younger Peredhel stepped away, his gaze never leaving his brother’s. “Is that what grandmother meant?” he whispered.
“Partly, I think.” For every step that Elrohir took back, Elladan took one forward, till he had his younger twin pinned to the wall. “For so long I had buried deep the idea that we could possibly be more than just brothers, so when you finally realised it yourself I just wanted to run and hide as far away as possible. It did not help to find out that father and grandmother were aware. Not to mention Erestor and Glorfindel. It makes it seem so…so…final, so absolute!”
“So you knew before I even said anything to you about what grandmother had said,” Elrohir said softly.
Elladan nodded, and raised a shaking hand to caress his brother’s cheek. “But I could never rid myself of my desire for you. It has always been there, hidden, but now…” Elladan’s voice trailed off, and he allowed his hand to fall from Elrohir’s face to skim his arm till they reached the younger twin’s hand. Giving a gentle tug, he led Elrohir to a mirror. “Look at us in the mirror,” Elladan exhorted hoarsely. “I know that, whenever I have looked, I have always seen you by my side, even though you were not physically standing next to me as you are now. But the shadow of your soul was always there, always. So many times I wanted to say something to you, yet I always hesitated, afraid of your reaction, despite what you had overheard.”
Elrohir tore his hand away from his brother’s grip and rapidly stepped back. “I can not listen to any more. I…I need…” With a final, beseeching look at Elladan, Elrohir turned and practically raced out the door, leaving his more than bewildered brother in his wake.
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Elvish translations:
Adar – father
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