Married To An Elf 17

Married To An Elf

Part 17

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: The twins finally try and sort things out.

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“This can not continue, Elrohir!” Elladan’s movements were almost violent as he strode agitatedly throughout the room. “I verily believe I am going insane from all of this.”

“Then what you suggest we do?” Elrohir asked, though he appeared to be unmoved by Elladan’s declaration, instead eyeing his brother with seeming disinterest. Yet within himself he was concerned for his twin. The longer the two of them tried avoiding the situation, the more it ate away at them, and it looked as if it was affecting Elladan more.

“I want you, here, now,” Elladan ground out, and watched with stormy eyes as his brother nearly fell out of his chair.

“What?!” Elrohir spluttered.

“I do believe my brother is alive, after all,” Elladan drawled. “Nothing else I have said appeared to make any impact on you.”

“Why you…”

“What? What am I, Elrohir? Brother? Or lover, soul-mate? Let us not try and hide anymore from this, Elrohir. I am tired of hiding; I am tired of trying to ignore what my heart has been saying; I am tired of looking upon you as my brother. I am tired of denying that only *you* can complete me. Or, so may the Valar help me, I shall run myself through with my sword to try and get away from all this pain!”

Elrohir stared at his brother in shock. “Has it truly been that bad?” he whispered.

Elladan rubbed his hand tiredly over his face. “Aye.” He sat down on a nearby chair, no longer trusting his legs to keep him upright. “For so long I fought against the idea that it was my own brother who could be my soul-mate, the one who would make me whole, that there were times when I feared I was teetering on the brink of madness. It is only now I have realised that I can no longer see you as my brother, though we have grown up as such for millennia.” Elladan looked gravely at Elrohir. “So, Elrohir, what do suggest we do?”

“Do?” Elrohir’s eyes moved away from the intensity of Elladan’s gaze. “I do not know,” he admitted.

“Mayhap we should go to my room – or yours, if you prefer – and take things from there.” Elladan’s voice was measured now, in total opposition to what it had been before.

“This seems…sudden.”

Elladan gave a bark of laughter. “Sudden? This, Elrohir, has been inexorably creeping up on us. How can it be sudden?” Seeing that Elrohir was still unsure, Elladan leaned forward in his chair. “I will do all in my power to make this easy for both of us…melethron.” Elladan’s use of the endearment was deliberate, and Elrohir’s gaze was that of a startled deer.

“Do you truly wish this?” Elrohir asked, annoyed at himself for the quaver in his voice.

“Would I be suggesting it if I did not?” Elladan leaned back in his chair. “Grandmother said that you were willing to listen and understand, yet you baulk. I thought you would have welcomed my speaking out, telling you of what I feel…and welcomed the idea of us coming together as lovers.”

“It is because of your feelings that I baulk! I had no idea that you felt like this. You said nothing to me before!”

“I said nothing to you before because you were not ready to hear it, Elrohir! You may have overheard Grandmother’s words all those years before, but that did not mean you were going to act and take me to your bed.”

Elrohir remained silent for a moment, and then said quietly, “Let us go to my room.”

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Elvish translations:

melethron – male lover

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