Part 1

Posted: August 2003
Title: A Ranger Comes of Age
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FCS
Characters: Elladan/Aragorn, Aragorn/Legolas, Elrohir/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larian Elensar
WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings, incest, and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Summary/Notes: Aragorn Elessar grows up under the tutelage of the Elves of Imladris, and falls in love.

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Third Age, May 15, 2936, Last Homely House, Imladris

"Gwador!"

Elladan grunted as the small Dúnadan pounced upon his chest. "Ai, Estel, I was not awake yet!"

Estel kicked at the covers as he snuggled up against his foster brother. Elladan laughed softly and yawned. "What are you doing out of bed so early in the morning, hmm? Should you not be sleeping like a good little man?"

Young Estel rooted around until he found a comfortable place next to his foster brother and sighed, "I had a bad dream, gwador."

Elladan stroked the youngster's hair, "What sort of bad dream?"

Estel yawned, "I dreamed monsters were chasing me, and they were chasing you and Elrohir too."

"Do not fear, gwador. Elrohir and I will protect you; no monsters will get you. Now, settle in here and let us sleep for a little while longer. Elrohir and I have a long day ahead of us."

The youngster sat up, "You are not leaving again are you?"

Elladan smiled and pulled him back down. "No, Estel. We are not leaving for a little while. Now go to sleep."

"Ok."

Elladan began drifting back into reverie, lulled by the soft breathing and quiet snoring of the child that lay in his arms. His mother had passed on to the next world, leaving Estel with no family other than Lord Elrond and his sons and daughter. Estel had become attached to Elladan almost immediately upon their arrival, and him showing up in the Peredhil's bed was not an uncommon occurrence. All three of Lord Elrond's offspring doted upon the child, as did the Lord of Imladris himself, but Elladan seemed to be the one he bonded to. The Half-Elf and the heir to the throne of Gondor slept peacefully in one another's arms until the sun fully rose.

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Third Age, October 12, 2947, Last Homely House, Imladris

"I do not understand why I cannot go with you! I can ride almost as well as you, I am good with my bow and my swordmanship has improved… just ask Glorfindel."

Elladan placed a hand on the young Dúnadan's shoulder. "Estel, you are too young to be killing Orcs. You have to stay here and finish your studies with Erestor and finish your training with Glorfindel. We will need someone to look after things here while we are gone… who will look after Arwen?" Estel scuffed the dirt with the toe of his boot, and he looked at the ground and mumbled. Elladan lifted his chin, turning his gaze to his own. "What did you say? I did not hear you, gwador."

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he croaked, "What if something happens to you? What if you and Elrohir do not return?"

Elrohir approached from behind and placed a hand on his foster brother's shoulder. "Nothing will happen to Elladan and I, Estel, I promise you."

Estel turned and looked at him, "You promise?"

Elrohir smiled and nodded, "Aye, gwador. I promise."

The young Dúnadan embraced Elrohir and smiled sadly at him as he departed, leaving him alone with Elladan. He turned back to the one that he was closer to than any other, to the one who knew him best, to the one he loved more than anyone. Elladan smiled and embraced his foster brother, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. The young man whispered into his ear, "Please come back, Elladan. Amin mela le…" He pulled away and ran up the stair.

Elladan joined his twin, mounted his horse and rode away. Neither spoke for sometime, then Elrohir turned and looked at his brother, noting the tears that tracked down his cheeks. "It gets harder each time, does it not?"

Elladan nodded, "I feel as though I am deserting him, Elrohir. We are all he as, we are the closest thing to family he will ever have. Can you imagine what it must be like, to have no one, no father, no mother, no siblings? He is all alone in the world, and the burden he will have to bear is far greater than it should be."

Elrohir reached over and placed a hand upon his twin's thigh. "I cannot imagine what it is like, I pray to the Valar I never will. Father and Arwen will look after him, they will not allow him to be lonely."

Elladan took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it. "You are right, I know you are. I have to stop this, I have to focus on the task at hand."

Elrohir smiled, "Come, gwador. Let us slay some Orcs." He squeezed his horse into a gallop and Elladan followed.

Third Age, June 21, 2948, Last Homely House, Imladris

Aragorn crept down the hall in the middle of the night, taking great care not to awaken anyone in the neighboring rooms. He stopped at the door to his foster brother's bedroom and paused, checking over his shoulder one last time before creeping in. Once inside he closed the door and crossed the room to the armoire that stood on the opposite side. He opened it and peered inside, searching for one thing in particular. He retrieved a plain, white linen nightshirt and pressed his face into it. It had been laundered but still bore his foster brother's scent. He stripped his own sleeping gown and donned the one he held in his hands.

He crossed the room to the bed, pulled the covers back, and slid underneath them. He hugged the pillow that Elladan slept on tight as he whispered to the empty room. "Amin mela le, Elladan." He closed his eyes and conjured the form of his foster brother; he imagined his thick, long sable hair, his sparkling gray eyes, and his full lips. He imagined those lips caressing his skin, he imagined them whispering his name and moaning in ecstasy. He felt a low, throbbing heat build in his loins when he thought of Elladan, and as he lay in his bed, wrapped in his nightshirt, he felt his arousal grow impossibly hard. His hand drifted down his stomach, teasing the heated flesh between his legs. He moaned quietly and whispered his foster brother's name as he began to stroke himself, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the rhythm and pressure along his pulsing length. He groaned and licked his lips as he imagined taking his foster brother's arousal in his mouth, he tried to imagine what it would feel like, what it would taste like. He imagined the soft moans and plaintive sighs that would escape his lips. He felt his own release drawing ever nearer, the heated, pulsing pressure that signaled impending climax. He kicked the covers back and bit his lip, crying out into the pillow as he came. He lay very still, feeling the warm afterglow of his spent desire wash over him. He whispered Elladan's name, over and over, a silent declaration of love to one he feared he would never have.

He rose from the bed, taking care to leave no evidence of having been there, and gathered up his things before sneaking back to his own room.

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Third Age, September 30, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Elladan bent over and grasped his ankles, giving his legs and back a good stretch as he groaned aloud, "Ai, I feel like I am older than Adar."

Elrohir chuckled, "If you spent more time on your horse and less at the desk you would not become so stiff, gwador. You are growing soft."

Elladan righted himself and waved off his brother's ribbing, "Yes, yes… I know, I know. How is the gash in your shoulder healing?" He walked toward Elrohir to inspect the wound that was a few days old.

"It is fine, Elladan, really. Here," he tossed his pack to his brother, "stow our gear and I will attend to the horses."

Elladan caught the pack with one hand and placed a kind hand upon his brother's uninjured shoulder. He picked up his own pack and left the stable for the barracks. As he placed their weapons in the trunks provided for them he heard the door creak behind him.

"Mae Govannen, Elladan." He turned to see his foster brother, Estel, standing in the doorway. "Good Orc hunting this trip?"

"Good to see you, gwador." Elladan closed the trunk lid and crossed the room embracing him. "Every time I come home I would swear to Elbereth you have grown another foot."

Estel laughed, "I think I should be finished soon, at least I hope so or I will be a giant, rather than a man."

Elladan noted the Dúnadan was almost as tall as he was. He took him by the elbow, "Come, I am filthy and I am craving a bath. Come talk with me while I clean up, and tell me of all that has happened here since I have been gone. It has been long since I have seen you; you have changed so much. Are you doing well in your education?" They left the barracks and headed up the hill toward the main house.

"Aye, Erestor enjoys tormenting me, but, he has taught me well."

Elladan laughed, "Oh, Estel, he nearly drove poor Elrohir out of his wits. Then, Glorfindel nearly beat me to within a hair's breadth of my life, so I suppose we all have our tormentors. How has your training progressed?"

"Far better than my studies. Glorfindel says that I show real talent with the sword and my bowmanship has greatly improved. I have learned a great deal from your father as well, about the healing arts."

Elladan nodded, "Excellent."

Estel looked at the ground and nodded, "I suppose."

Elladan stopped on the path and placed two fingers under Estel's chin, directing his gaze toward his own, "I suppose? What is the matter, Estel?" He peered into his foster brother's pale gray-blue eyes with concern. He saw something there, but was not sure what it was.

"I feel so out of place, like I do not know where I belong." He did not say anything for a few moments, then took a deep breath and drew himself up, "I am sorry, I am acting like a child, I suppose I just missed you."

Elladan embraced him tightly, "I am sorry, Estel, I am sorry I am away so much. This last trip was far too long."

Estel clung to him, burying his face in the Elf's hair, "It is alright, I understand, gwador, but I do miss you when you are gone."

Elladan kissed the side of his head and breathed deeply, he loved the way his foster brother smelled; he smelled like the wood, like fresh pine and new clover. He tugged at his shoulder, "Come, I must smell like a legion of dead Orc. Come talk with me while I bathe."

Estel blushed slightly, but looked at the ground, hiding it. He muttered playfully, "Yes, you do smell terrible…" He took off, running up the path with Elladan in hot pursuit.

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Elladan reclined in the warm water, letting it soak away all the grime and filth from the last two years hunting Orcs. He leaned his head back against the side of the pool and sighed. It felt good to be warm and clean again. "Estel! Are you coming or not?"

Aragorn dropped his towel and leapt into the bath, splashing water in Elladan's face. "Sorry…" he muttered.

Elladan wiped the water from his face and furrowed his brow, before breaking into a smile. "That was not so graceful…"

Aragorn smiled shyly and closed his eyes. Elladan regarded him from the other side of the bath; his little foster-brother had grown into man. His body had hardened from rigorous training, he was well muscled, and a light dusting of hair had begun to grow on his chest. Elladan thought distractedly that he had become quite handsome in the years since they had been gone. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He began telling Aragorn about his and Elrohir's Orc hunting venture as he relaxed.

Aragorn stared at his foster brother through the steam. He had always been closer to Elladan than anyone else, always admired him, always loved him. As he stared at him now, he felt his young body stir with desire; his foster brother was truly beautiful. He watched the way the water ran in thin rivulets across his skin, the way his silken hair clung to his beautiful face, the way his torso narrowed from his broad shoulders as it reached his waist. Unconsciously he was scooting closer to Elladan, without even realizing it. His young body had awoke to new sensations, new desires, and unfamiliar needs that demanded to be filled. He had not taken one to his bed; he was inexperienced in matters of the flesh, but not in matters of pleasure. He had spent several nights over the last six months sneaking into Elladan's bedchamber, donning his nightshirts and pleasuring himself upon occasion, wrapped in Elladan's scent and buried in his bed. He had fantasized often about Elladan, about his full, soft lips upon his flesh, about his strong hands on his body, about burying himself in the Elf's velvet heat.

"Estel?"

His foster brother's voice roused him from his reverie, and his pale gray eyes met those of the one he loved more than anyone in the world. **How did he get so close?** He was just across the bath but a moment ago. He blinked and diverted his eyes; afraid Elladan would see what lie behind them.

Elladan scooted closer, and placed two fingers beneath his foster brother's chin, turning his gaze back up to meet his. "Estel? Are you feeling all right?" Aragorn tried to pull away, but Elladan caught him in his grasp. "Why do you run from me, gwador? Tell me, what is it that troubles you so."

Aragorn shook his head, "I cannot, it is too… I… I just cannot."

Elladan stroked his face, "Please, Estel, we have never kept secrets between us. Tell me what is troubling you."

Aragorn turned his gaze to Elladan's. Gods, he was so close, only water separated their naked bodies. He wanted him so badly, he ached, he burned for the Elf. Suddenly, it was as if nothing else mattered, that this moment in time was the only thing that existed. He touched the Elf's face, watched his perfect lips curve into a smile; he wanted to taste those lips so badly. He took Elladan's face in his hands and found himself straddling his surprised foster-brother. He covered those lips with his own and felt them immovable in the beginning. He rocked his manhood against the Elf, and heard a small whimper issue from those lips. He licked them, nibbled them, and did everything he had ever dreamed of doing. He felt the Elladan's hands come to rest upon his back and felt his lips soften beneath his. He whispered against them, "I have wanted you for so long, I burn for you, my beauty." Elladan moaned softly as he began to open his mouth.

"Elladan!"

Aragorn leapt from the Elf's lap and quickly climbed from the pool, grabbing his towel and tearing out of the rear entrance to the baths. Elladan shook his head, his flesh was on fire, his heart was pounding and he was incredibly aroused. He was shocked and confused, not sure how to react to what had just happened, it appeared, his body had its own ideas about it.

Elrohir entered the baths, finding his foster brother sitting the warm water. He stripped his robe and climbed into the pool wading across to his brother. He sat next to his Twin in the steamy water. "What is it, Elladan? You look… disturbed."

Elladan slowly shook his head, feeling the confusing fog of awakening desire lift from him. "I just had the strangest experience…" his voice trailed off as he looked over Elrohir's shoulder toward the door Aragorn left from.

Elrohir furrowed his brow and looked in the same direction. "What experience?"

Elladan rose from the bath and grabbed his robe, "Forgive me, gwador. But there is something I must attend to." He left his Twin speechless in the baths as he ran after Aragorn.

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