Part 3

Posted: September 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, October 1st, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Elladan woke to the warmth of his new lover's body. Aragorn was curled against him; one leg was insinuated between his, the young man's hand rested above his heart, and his lips were softly pressed against his neck. He smiled when he recalled how tender and loving Estel was the previous night. His fingers drew lazy patterns over the Dúnadan's muscled back, and he felt his lover shift and mumble quietly in his sleep. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. A man like Aragorn was a rarity, above and beyond his lineage. To find a man, or a male for that matter, who was willing to wait for the one he loved was unusual. Aragorn was unusually old to have just lost his virginity; Elladan, himself, had his first sexual experience just after having passed his majority. He felt the young Dúnadan's hand slide down his muscled abdomen, pausing at the dip of his stomach, before continuing lower as he shifted against him.

Elladan moaned quietly as his lover's strong fingers played in the soft hair that grew about his arousal. He bent one knee, allowing his legs to fall apart, as Aragorn moaned softly, slowly exploring the half-elf's body as his lips tasted of his flesh.

Aragorn's lips moved to his lover's ear as he whispered, "I want to memorize every inch of you, a'maelamin; I want to know you so well that I can feel you when you are gone from me."

Elladan moaned quietly as his lover explored his body, teasing his heated length with his fingers, fondling the soft pouch of flesh beneath his arousal, rolling its weight in his hands, before continuing further back, his callused fingers circling his entrance. A plaintive whimper escaped the half-elf's lips as he arched his back against his lover. Aragorn began fondling Elladan's ear with his tongue, slowly drawing it along the curve, before curling it around the tip, gently suckling it, slowly driving him mad with desire.

Elladan whispered, "You torment me so, meleth nín, you make me ache for you." He drew a ragged breath as his lover's fingers slid inside his writhing body, and he bit his lip, wadding the sheets in his fists. The Dúnadan's mouth left his ear and traveled lower, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth and suckling it as Elladan groaned. He slid his finger in and out slowly as the Peredhil rocked against him, shifting so that his back was against him. "By Elbereth, Estel… you… you are… Ai!" He arched his back and bucked back into Aragorn's hand.

Aragorn smiled against his neck, it made him very happy to know he gave Elladan such pleasure. "Gods, Elladan, you are so beautiful, you feel so good." He continued to probe Elladan's narrow, warm channel, imagining how it would feel to be inside him, to be enveloped in that tight, velvety heat.

Elladan moaned then whispered, "Inside me, Estel, I want to feel you inside me."

Aragorn slid his erect and weeping arousal between the half-elf's buttocks, trembling with desire, aching to be inside him. "Amin mela lle, Elladan." He whispered. "I want to please you, but I have never…"

Elladan turned his head so that he could gaze into his lover's pale blue eyes and he smiled. "Do not worry, Estel, you could never do anything other than please me. Touch yourself, meleth nín, slicken yourself so that your entry will be eased."

Aragorn buried his face in Elladan's hair, breathing in his lover's soft scent as he stroked his weeping arousal, spreading his essence along its length. Elladan rose to his hands and knees, his head hung down and he slowly rocked back and forth, waiting with heated anticipation for his new lover. Aragorn knelt between his legs running one hand over the half-elf's back and the smooth curve of his hip. He placed both hands upon his buttocks and gently separated them, then took his arousal in hand and placed it at his lover's entrance. "Are you ready, a'maelamin?" He asked softly.

Elladan's breath came hard and he nodded in reply. A deep groan escaped his lips as Aragorn entered him, and the Dúnadan gasped at the sensation of the tight heat that sheathed his throbbing member. He paused for a moment, trying to control the sensations that swept through him. So many nights he had dreamed of this, ached and longed for this. Elladan's soft moans floated into his ears as he began to move, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations that washed over him.

Elladan rose to his knees, leaning back against his lover's chest and heard him whimper quietly at the sensation his movement caused. He slowly rocked in his lover's arms, forward and back, and reached behind him to clasp the back of Aragorn's neck. He cried out as his lover brushed his mark and he bucked back against him. Aragorn held him tight and ran his hands up and down the half-elf's chest, wanting to touch every inch of him at once. He whispered words of undying love and devotion to his new lover as he moved within the tight heat of his body. Never had he felt such pleasure, such love, such comfort as he did with Elladan. He took a deep breath, holding it in his chest, trying to stave off his eminent release, but to no avail. He groaned deeply and heard a plaintive whimper escape his lover as he spilled inside him; he held Elladan's trembling body in his arms, his arousal twitching deep inside his body. He slid his hand down the half-elf's muscled torso, taking his arousal in his hands and caressing it, long slow strokes, squeezing at the tip as he had done to his own so many times in Elladan's bed. He remained inside his lover as long as he could before he finally slipped from his body, a soft shuddering sigh escaping Elladan's lips at the loss of his lover's length.

The feel of Elladan's silken hair falling over his shoulder, and his warm smooth skin beneath the palm of his hand was addictive, he knew in that moment he would never tire of him, never love one or want one as much as he did his foster brother. He felt Elladan's arousal twitch in his hand as he cried out and spilled his essence over his hand and he wrapped his arms around him as they softly fell to the bed. He brushed the half-elf's silken hair from his face and whispered, "Amin mela lle, Elladan."

Elladan purred and smiled, rolling over in his lover's arms and caressing his face. "When did you become such a wonderful lover, Estel? It was just yesterday that you were running and playing in our gardens as a young boy."

Aragorn chuckled and smiled, "I became a wonderful lover in this bed, on this day, and in your arms, a'maelamin. I would become better still if you would have me."

Elladan pressed soft, gentle kisses to the Dúnadan's face. "Aye, I will have you, meleth nín, as often as I can."

They curled into one another's arms and stayed in bed until well after the breakfast hour.

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Elrohir changed the bandages on his mare's hoof, tending to the stone bruise she developed on their way home. He barked in surprise as a broad hand cracked him on his backside, and he nearly dropped her hoof as he spun around to look at the offender. "What makes you think you can accost me like that in my father's house? You have some nerve."

Haldir smiled wickedly. "Please forgive me, my Lord. Your delectable bottom presented far too tempting a target."

Elrohir narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "You owe me a wergild, Haldir of Lórien. My honor has been much abused by you this day."

Haldir bowed low, his arm sweeping in a broad arc. "What would you have of me, my Lord? I would happily part with whatever you may ask for."

Elrohir raised an eyebrow and a smile began to cross his full lips. "Follow me." He said in a flat, emotionless tone. Haldir bowed his head and followed the Peredhil from the stable to the guest quarters located close by. Elrohir pushed the door open and motioned for the marchwarden to enter. He closed the door behind him and turned to the Silvan archer. "On your knees, Haldir."

Haldir grumbled slightly and complied with the half-elf's order, gracefully sinking to his knees upon the soft rug that covered the floor. Elrohir stood above him, arms crossed over his chest once again, a scowl on his face that was slowly crumbling. Finally a broad smile crossed his lips and he tackled the marchwarden in the floor and Haldir grunted as he fell back to the carpet.

"Oh, how I have missed you, my dear marchwarden!" Elrohir showered the archer's face and neck with kisses as Haldir laughed softly.

Haldir chuckled, "I was beginning to wonder how long you could keep a straight face, a'maelamin." He ran his hands over the Peredhil's bottom. "I did not bruise your tender young flesh did I?"

Elrohir scowled playfully. "I believe you did, ‘tis quite sore now. Perhaps you should kiss it and make it better."

Haldir smiled wickedly. "Oh, my sweet young thing, I would kiss many things given the time and the chance."

Elrohir smiled and caressed the marchwarden's face. "You may kiss what you like, melethron, for I give myself into your keeping." He pressed a soft kiss to Haldir's lips and the marchwarden sighed into it.

**By Elbereth, I have become undone at the hands of this youngster…** the marchwarden thought. He was enchanted, mesmerized, haunted by Elrohir's beauty. He found himself dreaming of the Peredhil when they were apart, aching for him during long nights on patrol, praying for assignments that would bring him to Imladris when his lover was home. Haldir had many lovers from the time he reached his majority, lords, warriors, ladies, but all that experience was wiped away the first time he kissed Elrohir. Those impossibly soft and warm lips were his undoing, and now this half-elf, who was less than half his age, had completely ensnared his heart.

Those lips were now making their way to his ear as the youngster rocked against him, fanning the flames of desire that burned so brightly inside him. He ran one hand into Elrohir's silken hair and moaned as those full, wicked lips encompassed the point of his ear. His arousal throbbed steadily and began to weep, the soft purring sounds the Peredhil made went straight to his arousal, and he felt as though he may burst.

"Take me, Haldir. Take me on the floor like you did that first night." Elrohir purred into the marchwarden's ear.

"As you wish, melethron." He growled in reply.

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