An Affliction Of The Heart
Part 17
Posted: January 25, 2008
Title: An Affliction of the Heart
Author: Larien Elengasse
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir come together; Gildor takes an interest in Legolas.
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“I am afraid,” Elladan whispered, his arms wrapped tightly around Elrohir and his face buried in his twin’s hair.
“Of what?” Elrohir asked, his heavy-lidded gaze affixed to the wall.
“Of hurting you. I have not done this before, but you have. It should be you who takes me.”
“No, brother. This is what I want. I want you inside me. I want you to be my first and my only one. Please, Elladan. I am ready, I am so ready…”
“Very well. I love you, Elrohir,” he murmured.
They were lying on their sides, Elrohir’s back pressed against Elladan’s chest. Elrohir drew his knees up, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. He knew it would be painful initially, but he also had faith in Elladan. His twin had prepared him well; indeed, he had come to the brink time and again during their foreplay. Now he was desperate for completion, his body thrumming with desire and aching to be filled.
Though he had been well prepared, as Elladan’s turgid length pushed inside him he still gasped and reached out, grasping the headboard in his fists. The aching, desperate moan that escaped his twin caused Elrohir’s arousal to twitch as it stood hard against his stomach, despite the burning pain he felt. “Oh, gods,” Elrohir moaned.
“Does it hurt?” Elladan asked through a clenched jaw. His own arousal was pulsating and throbbing as it was relentlessly squeezed by Elrohir’s body.
“Yes,” Elrohir whispered hoarsely, “but it also feels so good. Oh, gods, Elladan. This is where we belong, this is how we should always be.”
Tears stung Elladan’s eyes because he knew of what his twin spoke. It was not just the delicious, sensual pleasure that they felt, it was that they had finally found what they were looking for; they had finally found that place where nothing and no one else existed but them. Their bond was complete again.
“I love you, Elrohir,” Elladan murmured as he slowly began to move inside his brother’s body.
“I love you, Elladan,” Elrohir responded breathlessly as he slowly relaxed and allowed Elladan to further open him and delve deeper inside. Soon, his twin found his mark and Elrohir cried out into the pillow as Elladan squeezed the base of his arousal, preventing his release.
“Not yet, little brother,” Elladan said huskily. “We have a ways to go yet.”
“Elbereth, I am close, I am so close…” Elrohir murmured. “Again, Elladan,” he whispered. “Do that to me again…”
Again, Elladan found his mark and Elrohir arched hard against him, and again he choked off his brother’s release. “I cannot bear this much longer,” Elladan whispered hoarsely, “but I do not want it to end.” He could feel Elrohir’s heart pounding against the wall of his twin’s chest, the rapid, powerful beat reverberating against his hand. “Say my name when you come, Elrohir. I need to hear it on your lips, I need to hear you say it while your voice is choked with desire.”
Delving forward once more, Elladan found his mark one last time and Elrohir’s body squeezed him tightly. He released his grip on his brother’s swollen and throbbing arousal and Elrohir came with a cry, softly calling Elladan’s name as his essence spilled over his twin’s hand. Elladan’s climax came hard upon Elrohir’s own, and he held his twin tight as his length twitched inside his brother’s body and tears fell from his own eyes.
As their hearts stilled and they sank into each other, Elrohir whispered, “I love you so much, Elladan.”
Elladan wrapped his arms tighter around Elrohir and answered his twin, “As I love you, my twin, my friend, my soul mate.”
Elrohir smiled and his eyes slowly slid closed. Elladan smiled as well, for the silence was gone and his heart, mind, and ears were filled with Elrohir’s loving and comforting presence.
* * * *
Legolas paced his bedchamber, wadding his robe in his fists, cursing the ever-present darkness that had enveloped him since his encounter with the dragon. “Damn you, devil,” he growled. “Damn you for what you have done to me, to what you have made me.”
“And what is that, my liege?”
Legolas wheeled in the direction of the voice. “Who is there?”
“It is Gildor, my prince. I have come to bring you news.”
“Why you? Why not my father or Glorfindel?”
“They are in council chambers discussing how best to proceed.”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Not long. I just arrived.”
“I did not hear you.”
“My apologies, I will endeavor to make myself more obvious in the future. Old habits are hard to break.”
“I do not like being spied on.”
“Nor would I, my liege. I promise you, that is not my purpose or intent here.”
Legolas nodded then moved toward Gildor’s voice. In his frustration earlier, he had kicked one of his slippers across the floor and it was that slipper that he tripped over as he moved toward Gildor. He barked, grasping Gildor’s arms as the Noldo stepped forward and caught him before he fell flat on his face.
“Steady, my prince,” Gildor said softly, “I have you.”
“Dammit!” Legolas shouted in exasperation. “Can I do nothing without help? Am I always going to need someone else?”
Gildor could feel the prince trembling in both anger and fear, and he slowly drew Legolas into his embrace and held him close despite the prince’s initial protestation.
“We all need help from time to time, Legolas,” he said softly. “It will not always be thus. You will come to a time when you no longer need anyone.”
“And when will that be, when Mordor freezes over?” Legolas grumbled, but his voice began to crack.
“You but need to learn to do things in a new way, depend on new senses. Just because you cannot see with your eyes does not mean you cannot see at all. The warning you gave the king proves that.”
“How do you know of that?”
“Glorfindel told me,” Gildor answered. “You sensed the darkness before even he did, and in my long life I have never known anyone with better instincts than Glorfindel.”
Gildor slowly relaxed his hold on Legolas and the prince drew back, directing his vacant gaze toward where he thought Gildor’s eyes would be. “I need someone to teach me, Gildor. My father is too worried to let me go, and I cannot ask Glorfindel to go against his wishes. Nor will any of my father’s warriors disobey him, despite their allegiance to me. My father loves me, and he is trying to protect me, this I know; but I cannot live the rest of my life this way. I cannot always be helpless and sheltered.” Reaching out, he found Gildor’s face with his hands and he gently felt the ancient warrior’s face, trying to discern what he might look like. “I do not know you, yet I sense you are meant to help me in some way. Will you help me, Gildor? Can you teach me how to be what I was before the dragon came?”
Gildor allowed the prince a thorough perusal of his face, and a gentle smile curved his lips. “I will teach you what I can, my prince; but perhaps there is another path available to you.”
“What path?” Legolas asked quietly.
“Perhaps you should travel to Imladris. I believe Lord Elrond could be of more help than anyone else.”
Legolas sighed. “There is no way my father is letting me go outside of these caves, much less all the way to Imladris.”
“Well, perhaps I can help with that. If we can show him that you are not as vulnerable as he fears, then I am sure he will change his mind – especially if he knows that you going to Imladris might bring back your sight.”
Legolas nodded. “Thank you, Gildor. I know I am asking a lot of you and we hardly know one another.”
Gildor smiled. “This will be a good opportunity for us to know one another better, then.”
Legolas smiled also. “I think you are correct on that count.”
“Come, I shall escort you to the council chambers now.”
Legolas took the warrior’s arm. “Thank you, my friend.”
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