Part 4

Posted: September 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, October 7th, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Aragorn left the training barracks after a particularly strenuous training session with Glorfindel and Elrohir. He ached from head to toe, but wore a satisfied smile; he had sparred well and his tutor was pleased with his performance. It was late, and he looked forward to a bath before retiring for the evening. He was being groomed to be a King; even though he was far from sure that was the path he wanted to take. He walked down the trail leading to the baths near the Last Homely House, lifting his arms over his head, and pulling them from side to side, stretching his sore and fatigued arm muscles. His legs felt like lead, trembling, heavy with each stride he took, and he looked forward to a nice long soak in the warm, healing waters of the House of Elrond.

As he entered the baths he disrobed and slid into the water, taking a seat in the corner farthest from the door and stretching his arms out along the sides of the steaming pool, resting his head back upon the ledge. His thoughts drifted to the last time he had been in these baths, but a week ago, it had been the start of something wonderful. It had been his first tentative steps on the path to manhood. He remembered how beautiful Elladan had been, his luxurious sable hair, his large pewter eyes, those luscious, full lips, and that body; gods what a beautiful body his foster brother had, so strong and lean, so supple and soft, like living sculpture. "I could make love to you everyday for the rest of my life, a'maelamin," he whispered to the empty room, "everyday…"

"I will hold you to that, Estel."

His foster-brother-turned-lover's voice drifted into his ears and he opened his eyes to see Elladan crouching behind him, leaning over him, his hair falling around him like a veil. He smiled broadly and reached up, caressing the half-elf's face with his damp fingers. Elladan captured his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, reaching down and brushing the damp hair back from Aragorn's face.

"Glorfindel and Elrohir told me you would be here, they said you took quite a beating at their hands, but held your own."

Aragorn laughed softly. "Aye, they spare no effort on me to be sure. I keep telling myself that this will all pay off someday." Elladan laughed and it made him smile, he loved how the half-elf's eyes lit up when he laughed and smiled, it was as if his whole being became more alive somehow. "Would you care to join me, meleth nín?"

Elladan smiled and crooned, "I thought you would never ask."

Aragorn turned, folding his arms on the ledge of the pool, resting his chin upon them as he watched his lover undress. Elladan's eyes never left him as he slowly, seductively stripped off his garments, taking his time and enjoying the pleased and hungry expression in his lover's eye. He first removed his boots, placing them next to the wall, then his cloak, hanging it upon a peg. He unbuttoned his velvet tunic and smiled alluringly at his lover as he stripped it, hanging it next to his cloak. He stared at Aragorn as he slowly unlaced his leggings, his tongue caressing his upper lip as the string popped loose. He paused, his leggings part way down his hips, and casually unbraided his hair, placing the clips on his cloak. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking it loose, and smiled when he heard the quick intake of breath that came from his lover. He opened his eyes and smiled.

Aragorn looked at Elladan, shirtless, barefoot, hair loose and flowing around his shoulders, a thin line of dark sable hair just peeking out above his loosened leggings. His skin glowed in the soft candlelight that flickered off the surface of the water. Gods, how he wanted him, wanted to touch him, kiss him, hold him. He was already fully aroused, throbbing, his body humming with need and desire. He ignored the fatigue in his muscles as he stared at his perfect lover. He wanted to taste his heated flesh, feel his throbbing length slide between his lips and against his tongue. He wanted to feel Elladan inside him, filling him, claiming him. Those lips, those beautiful, ripe, full lips; he needed to feel them upon his own, upon his flesh. He needed to hear that soft, deep voice echo in his ears, moaning, sighing, and calling his name.

Elladan slowly slid his leggings off, hung them next to his other garments and leisurely walked toward the pool. He stepped into the steaming water and waded toward his lover. That warm, rolling fire that was preceded by the telltale spark of want, coursing through his veins, burning, pulsating, and igniting his entire being. He saw the tremor of fatigue that caused his lover's body to tremble ever so slightly and he smiled; he would enjoy taking care of his beloved Estel. "You are tired, meleth nín, let me care of you." He whispered. He moved to take a seat next to his love and laughed softly when Aragorn grasped him by the hips and pulled him down into his lap.

"I would sooner have you sit here, as there." He whispered in the half-elf's ear.

"Mmm… would you?" Elladan purred as he rocked his hips against his lover, feeling his arousal slide against his own.

Aragorn's eyelids fluttered and a soft moan escaped his lips. He leaned his head back and whispered, "Aye, melethron, I would."

Elladan softly kissed the Dúnadan's face, brushing his lips over his brow and eyelids, dropping soft kisses upon his cheeks and jaw, before arriving at his eager and hungry mouth. He arched his back as Aragorn's hands slid along its length, caressing his shoulders, one hand traveling into his hair as the other reached down to clasp his buttocks. He pressed his tongue into the deepest recesses of his lover's mouth, tasting him and caressing him. He pulled back from the kiss, a shudder wracking his frame as Aragorn's fingers caressed the curve of his ear, softly fondling the point, as his lover's lips moved to his neck. As Aragorn's lips made their way to his ear he whimpered, turning and inclining his head to give his lover better access. "Ai, melethron, you drive me mad." He whispered breathlessly. Aragorn suckled the point of his ear, drawing it between his lips and gently nipping it as he felt his lover's hand drift down his abdomen, his fingers dancing across the sensitized flesh of his arousal.

Aragorn whispered hoarsely, "I want to feel you inside me, Elladan, and I want to be inside you."

Another plaintive whimper escaped the half-elf's lips and he rose to his knees. "You first…" he growled as he reached behind his back, taking the Dúnadan's arousal in his hand and guiding it to his entrance. He slowly lowered himself, impaling himself on his lover's length, breathing deeply as he took Aragorn inside him.

Aragorn gasped and moaned deeply as he felt Elladan sheathe him in his tight heat. He groaned as his lover slowly rose and lowered himself, sliding up and down his engorged arousal. "Amin mela le, Elladan." He whispered, as he slid his hands into his lover's hair, cradling his face and pressing passionate kisses to the Peredhil's full lips.

Elladan wrapped his arms around Aragorn's neck as his motion increased in speed, taking him in deeper each time. He angled his hips and cried out into Aragorn's hair as the Dúnadan's arousal hit its mark, sending fire roaring through his veins and explosions of light behind his eyes. His own arousal cried out to be touched, pulsating and weeping heavily. He felt his lover's hand wrap around it, squeezing and sliding its length, pushing him ever closer to release. He felt Aragorn begin to tremble in his arms and he whispered, "Hold, meleth, not yet, not just yet, I am very close. Wait for me, a'maelamin, wait…"

Aragorn took a deep breath, holding it in his chest, struggling to hold off the inevitable. They cried out together, as Elladan climaxed, his shrinking passage mercilessly squeezing the man's length, sending him over the edge as well. Elladan stroked his face, placing soft kisses upon his brow and combing his fingers through his hair.

"Amin mela le, Estel." He whispered.

"Amin mela le, Elladan." He whispered in return.

They held each other for a while, neither wanting to move, Elladan content to hold his lover in his arms, Aragorn content to linger inside his lover's body, wrapped in his warmth. Finally, Elladan looked at his lover and smiled. "We should get to bed, meleth nín. I can see the weariness in your eyes."

Aragorn smiled sleepily. "Yes, I am quite tired. But there is still the matter of your turn, a'maelamin."

Elladan kissed him softly and whispered, "There is always the morning."

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"Ai! Haldir!" Elrohir cried out as the marchwarden dug his thumbs into his sore muscles.

Haldir chuckled as he worked the soreness out of his young lover's back and shoulders.
"I wish I had been there, melethron, to watch you spar with your little foster-brother. It appears he is no longer so ‘little'."

Elrohir grimaced and tried to relax. Between Haldir's massage, and the near thrashing he received at Aragorn's hands, he knew he would be covered in bruises. "He is not so ‘little' anymore, and do not forget he is a Dúnadan, not just a simple man."

Haldir smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Elrohir's head. "Ah yes, the Dúnedain, they are exceptional for men. Yet, you share his Dúnedain blood, and carry the blood of the folk of Finwë and Thingol Greycloak. Should you not be more than a match for him?"

Elrohir furrowed his brow and grumbled, "Perhaps you should spar with him next time, meldir, and see how well you fare." He sighed as he felt warm oil drizzle across his back and his lover's hands kneading his muscles and working the oil into his skin.

Haldir rose from the bed and wiped the excess oil from Elrohir's back with a clean cloth, then wiped his hands before tossing it into a basket by the door. Elrohir sighed and looked over his shoulder at his lover, he was luminescent in the pale blue sleeping robe he wore, his silver hair falling about his shoulders. Haldir turned to look at Elrohir, lying upon the bed, the sheets resting just above the swell of his buttocks, his sable hair spread out around him. He smiled gently. "Do you feel better now, meleth nín?"

Elrohir smiled and yawned, "Yes, thank you, a'maelamin." He held out his hand. "Come to bed and keep me warm…"

Haldir smiled and crossed the room toward him, unbuttoning his robe as he went. He laid the robe across the foot of the bed and climbed beneath the covers, taking Elrohir in his arms. "I cherish these days and nights with you, Elrohir. They come too few and far between."

Elrohir snuggled his head beneath the marchwarden's chin, sighing as his fatigued body melted into his lovers. "Aye, they do. I wish you and I would never leave one another's sight, I could get used to falling asleep in your arms each night, meleth nín."

Haldir pressed a kiss to the top of Elrohir's head. "Rest now, mir nín. I will be here when you wake."

Elrohir drifted into reverie as his beloved marchwarden held him in his arms.

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Elvish = English

A'maelamin = Beloved
Meleth nín = My love
Melethron = Lover
Amin mela le = I love you
Mir nín = My treasure

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