A Day To Remember

A Day To Remember

Posted: April 18, 2008
Title: A Day to Remember
Author: LK
Type: FCS
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Warnings: Slashy SEX, which means graphic depictions of sex between two males.
Special Warning: Twincest!
Beta: None, those mistakes are all my own
Author's Notes: For my dearest friend, Di, for her birthday. Just so you know that not everyone treats your birthday as an afterthought. Monday morning is when you look for prizes in your mailbox from me, so here it is.

Summary: Some days are just too special to miss.

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Imladris, 2129, TA

He urged his horse on, riding the stallion as hard as he could without harming the animal. There was still time, but only barely. The patrol had not been as uneventful as he would have hoped. As a result, his departure had been delayed. He would be late, but at least he would get there before the opportunity was lost.

He knew the route he was traveling like the back of his hand, even if the often-traveled path was virtually indistinguishable to any save Elven eyes. As such, the group of Orcs he surprised as they crossed through the woods were as stunned to encounter him as he was to see them.

Dumb beasts though they were, the foul creatures recovered remarkably quickly from being caught unawares. With angry cries and snarls, they turned toward the lone rider with weapons raised and a hungry look in their eyes that would have terrified a lesser Elf. It was obvious they did not consider one Elf to be any match for a group the size of theirs. More than one Orc smacked his lips at the thought of having fresh Elf flesh for their next meal.

“I do not have time for this!” the Elf growled to himself, more annoyed than angry and not the least bit frightened. He saw no real threat before him, just a nuisance that barred the way to his goal.

Barely pausing, the rider squeezed his horse’s flanks with his knees, urging his mount on as he drew his mithril sword, the metal hissing from its scabbard, ending with a melodious ring as it was freed from its confinement. The pure, bell-like sound the instrument made was strangely at odds with its deadly nature.

As if they were one being, the Elf and his battle-trained horse surged forward into the midst of the dozen or so Orcs, determined not to be delayed any further.

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Elladan walked slowly through the hallway toward the rooms he shared with his twin, valiantly trying not to show that each step was an effort when, in fact, his feet felt weighted down by lead bricks. He also knew it was impossible to hide the way his shoulders bowed as if he carried a heavy burden, but his disappointment was so great it could hardly be helped. Still, he did his best not to be obvious.

It was silly, really. He was a grown Elf, after all. It should not be so important to him. It was really more for Elflings to celebrate than adults. In the larger scheme of life, it was just another day; a day like any other.

Only it was not. Not to Elladan.

Today was the day that he and his twin had first come into existence exactly two thousand years before. Their begetting day. Among the Race of Men, the day of one’s birth was celebrated, not the date of their conception, as Men rarely knew when that was with any kind of certainty. For Elves, though, it was different. Every Elf was born exactly one year to the day after their conception, so it was fitting to celebrate their begetting day as their first day of being.

But begetting days were for Elflings to celebrate until the day they could mark their majority. After that, what difference did it make in the timeless life of an Elf? It was not as if there were no other days of celebration in life. Certainly there were feast days and festivals aplenty. What made a begetting day so special? Everyone had one, so what difference did it make?

Only it DID make a great deal of difference to Elladan.

He could clearly remember nearly every single begetting day that he and Elrohir had seen together, and every one was special to him. True, some had more meaning than others, like their ninety-fifth, which was the day they finally stopped dancing around and admitted that their love for each other was more than just what brothers shared.

Elladan smiled as he recalled that day. With their clasped hands sweaty and trembling, he and Elrohir had nervously approached their parents to tell them of their discovery, hoping for understanding and compassion, even while expecting anger and recriminations. The Twins had been stunned when Elrond and Celebrían had exchanged an odd look before breathing mutual sighs of relief. They were grateful that their sons had finally come the realization that theirs was a bond that transcended the normal relationship between siblings. Apparently, it was a day their parents had anxiously awaited.

Elladan remembered how he and Elrohir had been nearly giddy at the open acceptance they had received from all of the residents of Imladris. The celebration that day had been exceptional. Everyone, it seemed, had known of their special bond except them, and all of the occupants of the Last Homely House had rejoiced that it was a secret no more.

It was their love that was celebrated that day; that it was also the Twins’ begetting day was incidental, although for Elladan it was just one more reason to love that particular day.

Heeding their parents’ wise counsel, the Twins had agreed to court for a year, as any other couple would do. Elrond and Celebrían felt their sons were entitled to share in all the joys and discoveries that went with any new love, including their growing passion for each other. On that one issue, however, the Lord and Lady of Imladris had insisted that the Twins wait the full year before crossing that final threshold into complete physical intimacy. They were reminded that, despite the unique closeness they enjoyed as twins, they still had to learn to be a couple together, which also meant allowing their physical relationship to grow slowly as it would during any courtship. The Twins agreed to this condition, even accepting separate beds and bedrooms for the first time in their lives, not really understanding how difficult it would be to keep their word.

Thus had begun their year of discovery and torment. They had both expected their first non-brotherly kisses and hesitant touches to be somewhat stilted and uncomfortable, but the reality was quite different. They had both been shocked at the inferno that blazed into life the first time their lips met and hands caressed as something other than siblings. From that moment on, they could not get enough of each other, and the year-long chastity their parents had sworn them to seemed like a curse.

It still made Elladan flush to the tips of his ears when he recalled the day Erestor had accidentally discovered them in the back of the library. The laces on their leggings were undone and their hands were exploring what hid beneath, while their mouths were locked in a passionate, tongue-dueling kiss. Elladan had been mortified, but Elrohir’s eyes had flashed at the surprised Counselor, as if challenging the older Elf to berate them. Far from being shocked by their actions, however, a smirking Erestor had simply advised them not to let things go too far even as he suggested they find a more secluded part of the library for their activities.

That had led to their ninety-sixth begetting day, which seemed forever and a day in coming, when they had finally consummated their unique bond. Surprisingly, despite all of the exploring and experimenting they had done, Elladan had found himself somewhat nervous when he and Elrohir had bid their parents and friends goodnight and then retired to the same room, and bed, for the first time in a year.

He need not have worried, though. Elrohir, slightly bolder than Elladan, and ever in tune with his mirror image, understood what he was feeling. The Elf Knight had poured them both a glass of the fine wine he had requested be placed in their room and slowly stroked his brother’s tense back as he guided him onto their balcony. They stood in comfortable silence and gazed at the clear midnight sky, watching their grandfather’s star making its way on its nightly journey. Elladan had felt his twin’s strong arms encircle him from behind, holding him lovingly, making him sigh and lean back into Elrohir’s warmth. He remembered how Elrohir had gently nuzzled the tender flesh beneath his ear before teasing the edge of his ear with tiny licks that sent shivers down his spine. Elladan had turned his head, giving his lover better access to the sensitive shell. He gasped when Elrohir sucked the tip of his ear into this mouth while his hands began moving, one caressing Elladan’s chest while the other slid slowly down to cup his burgeoning arousal. At that moment, all of his jitters disappeared, and Elladan had turned fully into his brother’s waiting arms, embracing him and giving himself completely to his twin for the very first time.

Despite the significance of such events that took place on past begetting days, it really was no surprise to Elladan that no fuss was made to mark the day this year – except Elrond and Celebrían did provide their annual nostalgic recitation of the day their sons were born (thankfully, they spared him a description of the day they were begotten!).

It was just another begetting day.

Still, in all the years since he and Elrohir had reached their majority and subsequently bonded, Elrohir had never failed to note the day’s significance to his brother. He knew how much it meant to Elladan, and he had always managed to quietly set the day aside so they could be together and make a celebration out of it, even if it was only the two of them.

But this year was different from the rest, all one-thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine of them. This was the year, the FIRST year, he did not have Elrohir to share the day with him.

He doubted Elrohir even realized the significance when the duty rosters were posted and he saw that he was assigned to an extended patrol that would overlap their begetting day. Elrohir would be on the border with the other guardians, while Elladan’s place in the rotation would keep him at the Last Homely House.

It seemed that the Elf Knight had finally forgotten the day. But Elladan did not blame Elrohir for it. Finally failing to recall the day was what most adult Elves did without someone else to remind them of it. It was normal; usual; nothing to be upset about.

When it came time for Elrohir to depart for patrol, they embraced and shared a final passionate kiss. It was always difficult when they parted, but Elrohir must have sensed there was more to it this time, as he paused before releasing Elladan, frowning slightly.

“What is it?” he asked, knowing he did not need to be more specific.

“Nothing,” Elladan had lied, pasting a smile on his lips. “I will miss you is all.”

Elrohir gave him a doubtful look, but did not press him further. “I will see you in one turning of Ithil – that is not so long.”

Elladan continued to smile stiffly, trying his best to seem casual. “Nay, not long at all. Be safe.”

For another moment, Elrohir continued to give him a penetrating look, as if trying to discern what lay beyond what he could not so much see, but feel, was pretense. Finally, he must have dismissed it and gave Elladan’s shoulder a squeeze before turning to mount his horse without another word.

He had been fine all day. He had taken morning meal with his parents, trained with Glorfindel and his warriors for most of the day; bathed leisurely; joined family and friends for dinner and music in the Hall of Fire and generally enjoyed a fairly pleasant day before retiring to his room.

Except there was no Elrohir urging him to hurry, eager to be alone with him, impatient to be rid of their clothing so they could explore their passion the way they had on an earlier begetting day. That day. Their first time.

No, tonight the bed would be cold.

Just another day. Nothing special.

How silly, Elladan thought with a shake of his head, berating himself for acting so childish.

With a sigh, he stepped into his room, expecting that the maids would have banked the fire in the hearth and he would undress in chilly darkness to crawl into an empty bed.

He stopped short, however, and his mouth gaped open at the sight that met his eyes.

Rather than gloom, the room was ablaze with light. A merry fire snapped and popped in the heart, pushing back the chill of the early winter night. Soft candle light glowed from dozens of tapers to illuminate the room and the lone figure standing by the bed. Elrohir was dressed in simple brown breaches and a loose, white flowing shirt that gaped open at the neck treating Elladan to an enticing glimpse of the creamy white flesh beneath. His hair was still damp from a hasty, if thorough, bath. Beside him was a table laden with every kind of confection imaginable. The bottle of wine, which Elladan saw from the label was the same fine vintage they had shared on their first night as lovers, stood open beside two fine crystal goblets.

“Did you think I would forget?” Elrohir asked quietly when it seemed his brother was too surprised to either move or speak.

“I thought . . . I . . . ” Elladan did not know what he thought, all he knew was what he felt when he looked at the one he loved above all others.

Elrohir grinned broadly. Never before had he seen his oh-so-composed brother so thoroughly flabbergasted. The rush back from the outer border had been worth it just to see Elladan’s jaw hanging open like that. “Happy begetting day!” he said, throwing his arms open in silent invitation.

Nearly giddy with happiness, Elladan rushed into his brother’s arms, nearly knocking him over. The two hugged and laughed, filled with joy just to be together again.

Elrohir had known, of course, when the duty roster came out that he would have to make arrangements to be back in time. He would never disappoint Elladan and miss their begetting day. Unbeknownst to Elladan, Elrohir vowed long ago that he would never allow a begetting day to pass without making love to his beloved twin.

When he had explained the situation to Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer had suppressed a smirk, barely, and granted Elrohir’s request for temporary leave of his border duty so could return to the Last Homely House for his and Elladan’s begetting day. Elrohir simply had not anticipated the trouble his patrol had encountered, which nearly made him too late to reach home before midnight. The unfortunate Orcs he had encountered in the woods on the way back did not live to regret their attempted interference with Elrohir’s plans.

Elrohir drew back slightly to look at his lover, cupping the one face in all the world that was identical to his own and stroking his thumbs over his cheeks. Elladan’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears of happiness and Elrohir felt a similar sting behind his own eyes. “I will never forget this day, Elladan. It simply means too much to both of us.”

Not bothering to waste words or any more time, Elladan swooped in and claimed his brother’s lips. Their tongues danced together, each vying for dominance even as their hands pulled at each other’s clothing, paying no heed to the sounds of fabric tearing.

When the last shredded garment was tossed aside, they tumbled to the bed. Elrohir opened his legs, allowing his brother’s body to settle between them. They both groaned loudly when their erections met and slid together between their bodies. Elladan tore his mouth away from his brother’s, wanting and needing to taste as much of Elrohir as he could. He nipped and licked his way, down his lover’s neck and chest, pausing briefly to suck hard on the place where neck met shoulder, leaving a bruise of possession in his wake.

Elrohir’s body was on fire. Anticipation of this moment had been gnawing at him for weeks. He knew what Elladan’s reaction would be to his unexpected appearance, and Elrohir had dreamt of his brother’s passionate response every night of the two weeks he had been away. The reality, however, was so much sweeter than anything he could have imagined.

Elrohir’s hands slid over his brother’s shoulders and back, loving the feel of Elladan’s silky skin beneath his calloused fingers. Elladan teased a nipple and then latched on and suckled hard. Elrohir did not try to suppress his moan of delight. When Elladan flicked his thumb over the head of Elrohir’s arousal, smearing the pearly drops moistening the satiny tip, Elrohir could not contain the sharp cry that broke from his lips. He threaded his fingers through Elladan’s hair as his brother moved from one nipple to the other while continuing to stroke his hardened length.

Neither of them could ever stand being without some sort of loving from the other for very long. When they had to endure separations such as serving on patrols without each other, the time apart often became torture. With them both having endured a fortnight of celibacy, they knew they would not be able to prolong their love play. The need to become one was simply too strong. Thus, Elrohir had no objection when Elladan moved to prepare him without further delay.

Elladan moved his hand from his brother’s engorged length to reach further down and gently massage his puckered opening, intending only to caress Elrohir’s portal briefly before reaching for the phial of oil they kept by their bed. To Elladan’s utter surprise and delight, however, he found his brother’s passage already relaxed and slicked. Breathing heavily, Elladan raised his passion-darkened eyes to his lover’s, giving him a possessive growl.

Despite his own breath coming in harsh gasps as his brother’s finger slipped teasingly into his prepared passage, Elrohir smiled mischievously. “I knew you would not be able to wait, and I was *unwilling* to wait, so I thought I would save us some time and prepared the way for you myself.”

Elladan did not bother to voice a response. Instead, he hooked his hands behind his brother’s knees and pushed Elrohir’s legs to his chest, exposing the thoroughly prepared opening to his waiting arousal.

Elrohir closed his eyes and cried out as the blunt tip of his brother’s erection pressed tauntingly against his waiting opening. He loved this moment, when the instant of penetration was upon them and Elladan was the master of his body. He knew Elladan would not torture him; he would only tease him just enough to give him the greatest amount of pleasure before sinking in and completing him.

And Elladan did not disappoint him. With one smooth thrust, Elladan slid into the well-slicked opening, wrenching a hoarse cry from both of them. Waiting only the barest of heartbeats to allow his brother to adjust to the length and girth buried within him, Elladan began to move. With powerful thrusts, Elladan glided in and out of his brother’s tight glove, groaning at the velvety heat enveloping him each time he plunged in.

Elrohir cried out with ecstacy when Elladan flawlessly adjusted his angle to strike, with unerring accuracy, the spot deep within his brother that would give the greatest pleasure. Usually, Elladan canted his thrusts to hit his mark with every other stroke and prolong their joining as much as possible, to their mutual enjoyment; this time, however, there was only one goal for them. Slower loving would come later.

Elladan felt the pleasure curling in his belly, coiling tighter and tighter in preparation for release. Without missing a beat, he reached between them and fisted his brother’s erection, pumping him in counterpoint to his thrusts in a manner intended to bring his brother to completion as quickly as possible. On the fourth stroke, Elrohir threw his head back and arched up, giving a throaty cry that sent shivers down Elladan’s spine as he came in great steamy jets, spilling his seed over his brother’s hand.

The intensity of Elrohir’s release created sweet pulsations within his channel that gripped Elladan’s throbbing member. Elladan did nothing to hold back his shout of completion when he spilled himself within his brother’s tight heat, his orgasm pulled from him in great spurts.

Elladan collapsed on top of his brother, both of them breathing harshly in great gulps as their bodies continued to shudder with the remains of their rapture. When the aftershocks were finally over and Elladan’s softening member slipped from his twin’s body, he slid off of Elrohir’s sweat-slicked form and pulled his lover into his arms.

They exchanged soft kisses and caresses while their breathing evened out and their hearts slowed to normal.

“Are you . . .” Elrohir said in between kisses, “in the mood . . . for some begetting day pastries?”

Elladan slid his lips provocatively across Elrohir’s before giving him a wolfish grin. “I just had the best sweet of all, what need I of pastries?”

Elrohir mirrored his twin’s smile, as only he could, before reaching across to the confection-laden table. Swiping two fingers through the whipped sweet cream of one pastry and snagging a healthy dollop, he waved the sweet white fluff in front of his brother’s nose playfully before depositing it provocatively in the hollow at the base of his throat.

His eyes were twinkling as he said, his tone sultry and full of promise, “‘Tis not *what* you eat, lover, but *how* you eat it.”

Elladan gave a low throaty chuckle at his brother’s playfulness.

Just before Elladan lowered his head to lap at the treat, much to Elrohir’s delight, he muttered, “Happy begetting day to me!”

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Happy Birthday, Di – the truest friend anyone could ever have (even if you made me do it!)

LK

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THE END

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