Part 13 - Interlude

Posted: September 2003
Author: Khylaren
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I am not making money off this story; it was written for the pure pleasure of it (mainly mine!)
Warnings: Graphic het sex, graphic homoerotic content (slash)
Beta: Larien Elengasse
Characters: Elrohir/Melaphríl, Elladan/Éowyn
Summary: Elrohir and Melaphríl take advantage of a quiet moment to be together. Éowyn gets more than an eyeful, and Elladan catches her. This takes place after Erin goes to bed in Part 13, and before Aragorn and Legolas' little talk.

Note: This begged to be added to Lost.. It is a supplemental, rather than being part of the main story, because of its graphic slash content. Lost is mainly a het tale, so this part must stand alone. It does affect the main storyline, as you will see, and references to it will be part of the main body of Lost, so as not to confuse my het only readers.

Much thanks to Larien Elengasse (friend, fellow writer, dedicated and tireless beta, and overall kindred spirit) for her suggestions. Bless you, m'dear. You're a keeper!

Many apologies to all those who have a better grasp of Sindarin grammar than I. All mangled language mistakes are fully mine. Of course, anyone who has a good working grasp of the grammar and language is certainly welcome to contact me. I would love the help! I'm always on the hunt for good, naughty, Sindar phrases!

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Part 13A

Éowyn smiled, handing the soiled clothing to the maid and dismissing her with her thanks, before wandering down the long stone hallway, passing the door to her room without much thought. The hour was late, and most of the household was in bed, but she found herself restless, and not quite ready for sleep. The torches that hung from their ornate brackets on the walls lit her way as she walked, lost in her own musings, watching the her shadow flicker across the carpet.

She passed one of the elves that had arrived with the Grey Company, giving him a polite nod as he walked by, and she realized she had entered the part of the hall where the newcomers had been quartered. A blush rose faintly to her cheeks as she recalled a certain dark haired elf's more than charming smile, and the way he had looked at her, his dark gray eyes admiring as he bowed. She had never seen a more beautiful man – nay, elf, in her life, though admittedly her encounters with his kind were few. Only Aragorn's friend, Legolas, came close to the dark haired elf's beauty. Elladan, she remembered with a brief and pleased smile. His name is Elladan.

Her footsteps were quiet, muffled by the carpet, and she came to the end of the hallway, pausing indecisively, uncertain of where to turn. She should go back, she supposed, and return to her own room. Yet she was still restless, and she chose, instead, to go out the door which led to a small balcony that overlooked the fields and pastures.

*****

Melaphríl dropped his belongings on the bed and turned, watching Elrohir prowl around the room they had been given with a small smile. The men and elves with the Grey Company had been graciously allowed quarters within the great hall, and it had not been difficult to make sure he was assigned to share the room with Elrohir. The beautiful elf paced the confines of their room, restless waves of energy rolling off of his lithe form in near tangible waves.

"Elrohir," he said finally, bringing the dark haired elf's pacing to a halt. When the pewter eyes rose to meet his, he gave him a brief smile. "You will wear a hole in the carpet if you do not stop."

Elrohir glanced down at the carpet in question and grinned. "I am sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I did not realize."

Melaphríl crossed the distance between them in three easy strides, and took the slightly taller elf in his arms, tilting his head slightly to meet Elrohir's eyes with his own.

"You do realize that we are alone together, for the first time in how many days?" he asked softly.

A slow smile crept across his handsome features as he looked down at the fair haired elf who held him lightly by his arms. "Indeed," Elrohir replied, his voice low. "Whatever shall we do?"

Green eyes peeked up at him from lowered lids, and Melaphríl reached up to trace the edge of Elrohir's lips with the tips of his fingers. "I am certain we can think of something," he said finally, feeling the fine tremor that went through the body he held at his caress.

Elrohir's tongue darted out to taste the fingers that softly explored his lips, and he smiled at Melaphríl's sudden inhalation. He reached up with his own hands and threaded his fingers gently through the elf's golden hair, sliding the long strands slowly through them. "Lle naa vanima, meleth nín," he said huskily, his hand reaching up to cradle Melaphríl's cheek, bending slowly to touch his lips with his own.

Melaphríl sighed as he felt Elrohir's lips touch his. It had been too long since he had felt their touch, and he yielded gratefully to his lover's caress. He felt Elrohir's arms enfold him, and he pressed his lean body against his warmth, welcoming the sweet burn of desire that kindled within him.

Elrohir broke away from the kiss and smiled softly, his hands stroking Melaphríl's shoulders and down his back. "Amin mela lle, my sweet warrior."

"Elrohir, a'maelamin," he replied, leaning his head against his lover's chest, hearing the steady heartbeat within. "Make love to me."

"Not here," Elrohir replied softly. "I want to see you bathed in starlight, mir nín." He trailed slow kisses across Melaphríl's forehead, his strong hands stroking his lover's back. He pulled away and reached for the other elf's hand, linking his fingers through Melaphríl's. "Come," he said, smiling. "Come with me."

Laughing softly, Melaphríl allowed his lover to lead him out of their room, down the long hallway, and to the steps that led to the great doors. Like two naughty elflings sneaking out for mischief, the two elves crept quietly out of the hall and across the courtyard, their sharp eyes picking their way easily around obstacles, until they reached the stone wall that led to a large green pasture.

Melaphríl looked at Elrohir questioningly, and the dark haired beauty smiled, tugging him once more past the stone fence and into the shadows of the grassy field. When they were far enough from the torchlight, and hopefully safe from prying eyes, Melaphríl stopped, pulling Elrohir into his arms.

"Here!" he said firmly, and his lover chuckled.

"Aye, meleth nín. Here," Elrohir agreed.

*****

She pushed the door open quietly and stepped through, leaving it slightly ajar as she crossed the stones of the balcony to lean over its edge. She took a deep breath of the cool, night air, relishing the breeze that gently blew around her, playing with the loose ends of her braid. Her eyes fell naturally to the pasture below, which was mostly dark, though light from the courtyard lanterns and torches cast a pale glow on the grass. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she spotted two figures walking from the courtyard out into the grass. One of them was dark, the other had hair as fair as her own, and from the distance, she could not quite discern their faces.

Leaning her arms against the stone railing she watched the two men walk together, side by side, until they reached a comfortable distance from the courtyard and stopped, turning towards each other. When they turned, she could finally see their faces, and she gasped softly in recognition. One of them was either Elladan or his twin, she could not be certain which. The other was another elf from the company who she did not know, but looked familiar, and she finally placed him as the elf who had been standing next to Elladan's twin.

Her blue eyes widened in shock as, unaware that they had an observer, the two heads bent towards each other, and their lips met in a kiss. The light haired elf kissed his dark companion, his hands rising to entwine themselves in the length of sable hair, and Eowyn was moved by the tenderness she saw in the kiss. An idea formed in her head, and she blushed, but silently moved back to the door. She wanted to see them closer, curious beyond her normal restraint, and she moved quickly down the long hallway, making her way to the stairs.

Quietly, she crept down the stone stairs and pushed open the main door, closing it carefully behind her. Gathering her skirts with one hand so she would not trip over them, she made her way down the small flight of stone steps to the courtyard, keeping to the shadows, until she stood just at the edge of the pasture. Pressing herself into the shadows formed by the hall behind her, her eyes sought the pair and found them, and she stifled a gasp. She could certainly see them better from this view point, and things had progressed rather swiftly since her departure from the balcony. Stepping further into the shadows, she leaned against the stone wall that edged the pasture, peering over the top of it to watch the lovers, for that was what they were, if their actions were any indication.

The dark haired elf had his tunic off, and was helping the fair one out of his, sliding his hands slowly over the smooth and pale flesh of his companion, and she could faintly hear his murmured appreciations and his lover's equally soft sighs. Their lips met again as their hands explored each other, and Éowyn felt a familiar ache in her loins as she watched them kiss. Though she had stumbled across maids and riders before in passionate embraces, never had she observed two males, and she found herself leaning forward, breathless with unexplained excitement. They were beautiful together, the golden and the sable hair tumbling over each other as they fell to the grass, never breaking their kiss. When they finally broke apart, the blonde elf rolled his companion beneath him and began to divest him of the rest of his clothing, his hands lingering in caresses that brought a blush to Éowyn's fair cheeks.

She heard the dark haired elf moan softly, and her breath caught as the fair elf slowly stroked his lover's arousal through the thin material of his breeches, and she heard his soft and pleased laughter carry across the pasture to her ears. Her breathing quickened slightly as he slowly and teasingly undid the lacings of his partner's breeches, placing long and lingering kisses on the smooth flat planes of his lover's stomach, before sliding them down over his lithe hips.

Éowyn covered her mouth to stifle her gasp when she saw him revealed in the pale light of the distant torches, and she trembled, feeling the heat spread through her body as the lighter elf took his lover's length in his hands and stoked it slowly, eliciting another soft moan from the sable haired elf. He murmured something in elvish, and his partner groaned again, his hands reaching for the fair haired elf's leggings.

She watched them, trembling in the cool air of the night, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment and arousal as the dark haired elf divested his lover of his clothing, his hands stroking lovingly over the lean flanks, before reaching up to caress his length, and she heard the fair elf sigh in pleasure. She knew she should leave, that she should not be watching them in their moment, but she could not bring herself to look away as the fair elf bent down to bestow a kiss upon his lover's lips, his hands sliding possessively over the darker elf's pale and lovely skin.

*****

With a low growl Melaphríl pressed Elrohir against him, and claimed his mouth hungrily, his hands sliding possessively over the dark haired elf's lithe body. Elrohir responded in kind, his hands finding the small clasps that held Melaphríl's tunic closed and undoing them nimbly, sliding his hands up the bare flesh he revealed. He broke the kiss to gasp as Elrohir's fingers brushed his nipples teasingly.

Elrohir heard his lover gasp and smiled, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below Melaphríl's ear and nibbling the soft skin until the warrior was writhing in pleasure.

"Avo duar," Melaphríl whispered, closing his eyes as Elrohir's lips continued to work their magic on his senses. His lithe body arched against the hand that brushed against the rise of his leggings, and a low moan escaped him.

"Eager one," Elrohir chided softly, his mouth trailing slow kisses across Melaphríl's neck. "Wait."

"I do not wish to," Melaphríl replied, reaching for the ties of Elrohir's leggings. "Ai! I cannot." With a quick tug of his clever fingers, he had the ties loosened enough that he could slip his hand inside his lover's leggings, and he eagerly grasped the length of flesh he found waiting for him there.

Elrohir's head rolled back as Melaphríl's hand stroked him, a low moan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure his lover's hand brought.

"It has been too long since I have seen you this way," Melaphríl whispered, watching Elrohir's face as he lost himself to the sensation. "Riding behind you was torture." With a quick move he tumbled them both to the grass, rolling Elrohir beneath him. He slid his lover's leggings down his hips, placing slow and leisurely kisses on his flat stomach as his hand returned to its previous caress, eliciting another sweet groan from Elrohir's lips.

*****

A warmth against her neck alerted her that she was no longer alone, but before she could utter a noise, a large hand covered her mouth, and her eyes widened in alarm and dismay.

"There is a penalty, shield maiden, for those who would spy on others," a soft voice murmured in her ear, and she was turned quickly to face the one who had caught her.

His fingers still covered her lips, and he smiled at her in the shadows, shaking his head, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and something else she was not certain of. "Come, lady. Let us leave them to their love, for they have had precious little time for it of late." When she nodded, he dropped his hand away, still smiling in a bemused fashion.

She felt him take her hand, his fingers entwining with hers, and she allowed him to lead her away from the lovers. Éowyn followed him numbly, her lips tingling slightly where his fingers had touched them, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She had no words that would excuse her actions, and she fully expected to face his anger once they were far enough away for him to voice it. She was surprised, then, when she realized he was leading her to the stables, and not back to the hall, and felt a thrill of delicious uncertainty fill her.

The stables were empty of all save equine life, and he drew her inside, closing the large wooden door behind them. Elladan turned to look at her, his keen eyes noting the high color of her cheeks and the faint trembling of her body as she looked back at him half-fearfully. He released her hand and folded his arms, leaning against the door, effectively blocking her escape.

Éowyn swallowed, feeling a nervous fluttering in her midsection as he continued to regard her, though she could discern no anger in his expression. His eyes glittered in the guttering light of the torches that remained lit, and his generous mouth curved slightly as he looked at her.

"My apologies," she managed, her cheeks burning as she finally managed to tear her gaze away from his. "I did not mean to spy. I have never seen…is that natural for elves?" She saw him shrug gracefully, the movement sliding his cloak from his shoulders, revealing the fine blue cloth of his tunic.

"Love has its own rules, shield maiden, the heart answers only to itself," he replied quietly. By Elbereth, she is lovely, he thought, as fair and fine as any elleth.

"They love each other," she murmured, still looking away. "I could see it in their actions, the way they…" She felt her cheeks redden once more as she finally met his gaze. "They are bold."

"Time grows short, my Lady, precious few days may remain in which to experience the ways of love." His voice dropped lower as he regarded her, admiring the grace and quiet strength of her, finding the color on her cheeks made her even more appealing. "They steal what time alone together they can, for although their relationship is not secret, they do not wish to share their moments in the company of others."

She shook her head again. "I did not mean to spy," she repeated, flustered by the look in his eyes.

Elladan chuckled softly and reached up to play with the soft and fine blonde hairs that had come loose from her braid. "Nevertheless, you must pay the penalty for your transgression against my brother and Melaphríl."

Éowyn's head lifted and her eyes widened as she looked at him. "What penalty?" she asked, lifting her chin slightly, trying to ignore his closeness and failing.

"This," he murmured, and pulled her into his arms before she could utter a protest, covering her mouth with his.

*****

Grass tickled the back of Elrohir's knees and thighs as he felt Melaphríl take him into his mouth, the warm, wet suction making him gasp with pleasure. "Ai, meleth nín," he whispered, thrusting his hips forward and feeling Melaphríl take him deeper, the delicious sensation driving him quickly towards his pinnacle. "I will not last this way."

Melaphríl drew back, giving his lover's arousal a final and lingering lick, before crawling up between Elrohir's thighs and capturing his mouth once more. Hands tugged at his leggings and pulled them over his hips and Melaphríl kicked them aside without thought, his hands and lips intent eliciting more moans and sighs from his love. His lips left Elrohir's and traveled in slow, teasing kisses across his neck, and he gasped against the warm skin as he felt his lover take his length in his hands.

"Aníron lle," Elrohir murmured, his eyes dark with need. "Im buar. Saes, do not wait."

Melaphríl chuckled softly, teasing the tip of Elrohir's ear with his tongue. "Now who is the eager one?" he whispered when he felt his lover take his hand, guiding his fingers to his lips. His chuckles became low moans of pleasure when Elrohir took his fingers into his mouth and sucked them, wetting them with his lips and tongue, before guiding them to the opening of his body. He pressed his fingers gently against the tight muscles there, before sliding them into his lover's warmth, and he heard Elrohir give a keening moan as he pushed them deeper.

"Ai, yes, melethron, that is it," Elrohir sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt Melaphríl's other hand slide down his chest to grip his length, sliding the silky hardness in his fist in a slow, pumping rhythm. "More," he breathed, spreading his legs wider, his head thrown back against the grass.

Melaphríl added another finger, stretching his lover, preparing the way, loving the soft needful cries Elrohir gave as he found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him and stroked it. His breath came quicker, his arousal throbbing in response to Elrohir's moans of pleasure; slowly he withdrew his fingers from the tight confines of his lover's body and moved between his thighs, pressing the tip of his length against Elrohir's opening. He leaned forward, his lips barely touching Elrohir's as he slowly penetrated him, sheathing his length into his lover's welcoming body with deep groan.

Elrohir felt his lover fill him and opened his mouth, pressing his lips against Melaphríl's as the warrior began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, unhurried. His lover's tongue danced against his, mimicking the movements his body made as he moved against him, filling him, claiming him. It was almost too much, the tender way the fair and golden beauty made love to him, and Elrohir shuddered beneath him, wanting more.

Melaphríl drew back, his forehead resting against Elrohir's as he moved their bodies together, sliding his length almost completely out of the tight embrace of his lover's body, before thrusting into the heat once more. His hand resumed its slow, pumping strokes on Elrohir's weeping arousal, and he felt his lover tighten inexorably beneath him as his pleasure grew steadily towards its peak.

"Amin mela lle," Melaphríl whispered, dropping kisses on the fluttering eyelids, feeling his own release near at hand. "Always."

"Avo duar," Elrohir groaned, his hips rising to meet the steadily increasing pace of Melaphríl's thrust, taking his lover deeper within him. "Never stop." His breath came faster as he reached his peak. "Ai, Melaphríl!" he cried, his body tightening, arching beneath his lover's, the warmth of his seed spilling over his belly.

Melaphríl groaned, burying his face in Elrohir's neck as he thrust, once, twice, and cried out, shuddering his release into the heat of his lover's body. He lay there, content, resting against the gasping body beneath him, and felt Elrohir's hands stroke his back gently.

"Amin mela lle, Melaphríl," he heard Elrohir whisper, and felt him press a kiss against his shoulder.

Elrohir sighed in contentment, uttering a soft sound of protest when Melaphríl withdrew from his body and curled his lean form alongside his on the grass. Both elves lay on their backs, staring up at the night sky, their fingertips touching as they watched the stars.

*****

Éowyn froze, helpless to move away as Elladan's mouth descended on hers, his strong arms holding her against his tall and lithe frame. His lips were gentle at first, a softly teasing caress that stole her breath and left her knees weak. His arms pulled her closer as his kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against her lips until she parted them, allowing him entrance to the warmth of her mouth.

He felt her tremble against him as his tongue brushed hers and he savored the sweetness of her taste, the softness of her mouth under his. She was like a slender willow in his arms, bending easily to his embrace as his mouth held hers captive, plundering the moist depths hungrily. Kissing her was like tasting a fine and heady wine, subtle until one began to imbibe too freely, and he found himself growing hard against her. He shifted her slightly in his arms, holding her small waist in the curve of his arm as his hand rose to softly stroke her face, fingertips sliding over her cheek to trace the finely shaped edge of her ear, all the while his mouth continued to taste and sample her sweetness.

A soft moan escaped her, swallowed by his mouth as his hand slid down her shoulder, his long fingers lingering on the curve of her neck, tracing the delicate edge of her collarbone beneath her gown. She was lost to the sensation of his lips against hers, the feel of his strong arm around her waist, the velvet brush of his tongue as it danced and glided across her own. His hand slid lower, his fingers lightly teasing her ribs as his mouth finally released hers to trail slow and lingering kisses across her neck, sucking and nibbling on the soft flesh he found just below her jaw, his caresses eliciting another soft moan from her.

The arm around her waist pulled her even tighter against him, and she could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach as his lips moved to her ear. The touch of his tongue and the caress of his warm breath sent shivers of delicious pleasure down her spine, and she felt an ache growing within her, a slow and undeniable burn that left her helpless in its intensity. His hand slid slowly up her ribcage to cup her breast as he pressed his lips against her ear, and she gasped in a mixture of pleasure and outrage that he dared to take such liberties. Her indignation was lost quickly, however, as her body betrayed her, her nipple hardening almost painfully under his touch as his soft voice caressed her ear.

"Lle naa vanima, lirimaer. Lle úthaes nín." His hand at her waist slid lower to cup her bottom, squeezing it beneath her gown as his lips and voice played havoc on her senses. "Lle caro nín maelui." She did not understand the words he spoke, but she found their soft lyrical cadence almost hypnotizing. "Aníron an caro mil; Aníron tegi lle an haust." His thumb brushed against her nipple and she gasped, arching against his touch helplessly, wordlessly pleading.

Elladan groaned softly, desperately trying to reel in his senses before they took control of him completely and he ended up taking the maiden right here in the barn. He had only meant to steal a kiss, nothing more, and had found her sweet body more temptation than his will could resist. Her breast was a warm and welcome handful, and the slender body that trembled against him inflamed him, as did the soft sighs and moans she uttered. Slowly and reluctantly, his hands left their places to return to safer areas of her body, and he claimed her mouth a final time.

She knew she should not be kissing him this way, a mere stranger whom she had just met, but Éowyn found she didn't care as his lips found hers once more. She opened her mouth, her tongue shyly teasing his as she explored him, and she heard him groan softly in response, before he pulled away almost roughly, his hands releasing her as if she were aflame.

"N'uma ner," he said huskily, his eyes dark with passion. "No more, lady, or I will not be able to stop." His breathing was ragged as he struggled to control the urge to pull her against him again, to press kisses against her tempting mouth until she was sighing with pleasure.

Éowyn's breath came quickly, stunned for the moment by his sudden release of her, her body aching for his touch in ways she had never experienced before. It both unnerved and angered her.

"How-how dare you!" she sputtered, channeling her desire into something she could control. "My uncle could have you imprisoned when he hears about this, or worse, hang you from the walls!"

Elladan cocked an eyebrow at her, his breath gradually slowing. "And how would you explain the situation to him, shield maiden? That I found you watching my brother and his lover coupling in the pasture, and you followed me – aye, followed willingly where I led you." A lazy smile curved his beautiful mouth as his continued. "And will you tell him how you moaned so sweetly in my ear, how you did not protest when I caressed your lovely and trembling body?"

His words both enflamed and enraged her, and she stepped forward, her hand rising to strike him. He caught it effortlessly and held it imprisoned in his grip. Furious, she raised the other, and he caught it just as easily. "You are a beast!" she cried, feeling mortified at her body's betrayal.

He laughed, and his head dipped lower, his mouth hovering just over hers. "Truly, my lovely one, if I were a beast, I would not have stopped until I had sheathed myself in your willing body."

She shivered at the mental image his words brought to her mind, trying to ignore how close his mouth was, trying to resist the urge to press her lips against his and rebuild the fire that had tried to consume her. She licked her lips, staring at his mouth, and he uttered a sound in the back of his throat, his hands tightening their grip on her wrists.

"I am not made of stone, lady," he said softly. "And neither are you, though I think you may wish it before the night is through." He sighed, and she felt the warmth of his breath caress her face. "Truly, lady, I meant no harm."

She raised her eyes to his and met his gaze unflinchingly. "Never has another touched me the way you have this night," she said softly, and she saw his eyes widen slightly in surprise. "Though some have tried." She shook her head, struggling not to get lost in his pewter eyes. "I do not know you at all, yet you make me feel…" she trailed off, uncertain of what she truly wanted to say.

His hands slowly relaxed their grip on hers, though he did not release them just yet. He looked at her, and felt the same surge of emotion he had felt when he had first laid eyes on her in the hall. It was more than desire, though he felt that as well. It was more of a connection, like something finally sliding into place, revealing a picture that had been hidden from him before. He did not know what it meant, and he could see her struggling to come to terms with her feelings as well.

"How do I make you feel?" he asked softly, needing to hear her speak, needing to know her thoughts.

She closed her eyes, not realizing that her hands gripped his as surely as his gripped hers. "Like I am burning, yet I do not mind the flames," she whispered, her eyes opening once more to meet his. "I do not understand how this can be so, this feeling…I do not even know you," she repeated softly.

Elladan regarded her a moment, his thumbs brushing softly against the backs of her hands. "Would you want to know me, shield maiden?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her. "Would you let me into your heart?"

Éowyn looked away for a moment, unable to bear his intense gaze as she searched her mind, her heart, for the answer. Her body cried out for his touch, but was it more than simple desire? No man had ever touched her the way Elladan had, and she had desired no man until she had seen him, had seen him smile at her. She looked back at him and took a deep, steadying breath. "Yes," she answered simply. "I would."

Gently he pulled her to him, his hands holding her small waist as he looked down at her, smiling as he realized her height fit his perfectly. Slowly he bent his head and kissed her, a soft and gentle kiss of first-time lovers, and he felt her tremble slightly in response. With great reluctance he released her, and stroked her fair face with the tips of his fingers.

"Come," he said quietly, offering her his arm. "Let me take you back to the hall before someone comes looking for you."

Shyly, she placed her hand on his arm, smiling up at him. "Elladan," she said, liking the sound of his name on her tongue.

He laughed softly, pushing the door open with one hand and leading her through. The walked slowly across the grass, climbing the slight incline until they reached the courtyard, the silence between them comfortable. Elladan pushed the main door of the hall open and closed it behind them, pausing when he felt her stop at the bottom of the stairs.

"I would very much like to…" her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked up at him. "I am not ready to go to bed, just yet. Will you keep me company? To talk?" she added quickly when his eyes twinkled with mischief.

He gave her a brief version of the bow he had given earlier. "As my lovely lady wishes," he replied.

*****

Melaphríl stretched catlike, aware that his lover's eyes were upon him as he straightened, his lithe body tightening in an arc as he eased the muscles in his back. He turned and smiled at Elrohir, blinking sleepily at him.

"Come, meleth nín," Elrohir said with a soft laugh. "Let us find our beds and get some rest." He rose gracefully to his feet and found his clothing, scattered haphazardly across the grass, his leggings and tunic slightly dampened with the evening dew. He pulled them on, casting a glance at Melaphríl, who was doing the same. When they were both dressed, he pulled his lover into his arms and kissed him quickly and thoroughly, and he heard Melaphríl's breath quicken in response. "Come," he repeated. "Aníron tegi lle an haust."

Melaphríl's silvery laugh echoed lightly across the grass. "You are insatiable, meleth nín."

Elrohir's tongue teased the curve of Melaphríl's ear as he whispered, "Aye, melethron, though you have not complained thus far."

Laughing, the two elves made their way back to the hall, their laughter fading as they crept back through the door and towards the stairs that led to their chamber. Elrohir paused suddenly, his head tilted as he heard a familiar voice, and a small smile crossed his lips. Melaphríl glanced at him questioningly, but his lover put his finger to his lips, warning silence, and tugged the fair haired elf after him down the hall. He stopped at a doorway and peered in, his smile growing broader as he motioned Melaphríl to take a look.

Melaphríl peered around Elrohir's shoulder into the smaller room and his eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene.

Elladan sat in a large chair, holding a lovely and golden haired maiden on his knees, and he was speaking softly to her, making her smile, his hands lightly stroking her back.

Shaking his head, Elrohir retreated, leaving his brother alone with the woman and pulling his lover after him as they made their way to the stairs. Moving silently, they made their way up the stairs and down the long hall.

Elrohir pushed open their door and let out the chuckle he had been holding since he had seen his brother with the woman, shaking his head once more. He would never have believed it, until he had seen it with his own eyes. It had finally happened to his brother, and he wondered how Elladan was taking it.

"What is so humorous, meleth nín?" Melaphríl asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at his smiling lover.

Elrohir smiled, crossing the distance between them and sitting down next to Melaphríl, leaning against his lover's shoulder. "Did you not see him?"

"Aye," Melaphríl replied, his eyebrows raising slightly. "I saw Elladan with the maiden. They looked to be talking, although they seem to be quite close."

"Closer than you realize, meleth nín," Elrohir replied with a soft laugh. "My brother has found it at last, though I am sure he does not yet know it."

Melaphríl leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Elrohir's mouth before asking, "Found what?"

Elrohir smiled, and returned his lover's kiss, showing him without words the depths of his feelings for the fair haired elf. "This," he murmured. "This."

*****

Elvish Translations:

Meleth nín = my love
Melethron = lover
Amin mela lle = I love you
Lle naa vanima = You are beautiful
Lirimaer = lovely one
Lle caro nin maelui = you make me lustful
Aníron an caro mil = I want to make love to you.
Aníron tegi lle an haust = I wish to bring you to bed.
Tolo an haust = Come to bed
Avo daur = don't stop
N'uma ner = no more
Lle úthaes nín = you tempt me
Aníron lle = I want you
A'maelamin = beloved

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