Part 10

Posted: November 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, October 9th, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Aragorn woke buried beneath the soft coverlet of Legolas' bed, the elf draped across his chest. He looked down at the top of the Prince's head and stroked the flaxen mane spread out over his chest. His fingers traced the intricate braid that ran down the length of his hair and he again marveled at the way it felt in his hands. Legolas' soft breath caressed his chest and the elf's heart beat against his stomach.

Dawn was breaking over the peaks of the mountains to the east, and he found himself wondering where Elladan was.

"I would not worry about your foster brother, melethron," Legolas said softly.

Aragorn frowned and looked back down at the elf's head. "You are awake," he answered.

Legolas smiled. "Yes, I have been for a short while."

"You know where Elladan is?" he asked.

Legolas placed a soft kiss upon Aragorn's chest. "I have an idea."

Aragorn frowned. "Where is he?"

Legolas' tongue snaked out and caressed a brown nipple, causing Aragorn to draw a deep breath. "Last I saw him, he was with Lindir. And if I know Lindir, that is where he remains."

Aragorn shifted uncomfortably. He had been too distracted by his desire for Legolas to give thought to what Elladan might be doing. Now that he knew, he found he was jealous, resentful of any other that might know the pleasure of his lover's bed. He wondered to himself why Elladan had done this, why he had pushed him into Legolas' arms. Was it because he was tired of him, or was it because he was preparing to leave again? He had not given thought to the future when he took Elladan to his bed, he had fooled himself into only looking at the present, for living in the moment and forgetting his destiny, forgetting what was expected of him.

Legolas hands gently caressed Aragorn's arms and he softly spoke, "I know what it is to bear the burden you carry, Aragorn. For I too am expected to take up the mantle of King one day, to lead my people into the future. It is a difficult path to walk, never having the luxury of failing, always expected to be an example, to represent your people." He rose to his elbows and continued, "You carry the blood of the proud Númenor in your veins, Aragorn, and with that blood comes great responsibility and great danger. When the Dark Lord learns of your existence, you will not be safe from his malice. You must learn to protect yourself."

Aragorn's fingers traced the elf's lips. "I have been trained in battle, I know how to fight."

Legolas smiled and pressed a kiss to the man's fingertips before continuing, "That is not what I mean, melethron. You must learn the ways of this world, know its realms. You must learn to become invisible, you must learn to survive in the wild, alone." He drew up to Aragorn's lips, a shiver running through him as their bodies slid against one another. "There will be few you can trust, fewer still as time goes on and the Dark Lord's influence grows. He is still weak, without form, but he can still corrupt the hearts and minds of those who are not strong enough to resist him. My own people have just driven him out of our realm with the help of the Istari. Though he is gone, he is not vanquished, he will return in time. You cannot stay here forever, Aragorn, the day is coming when you must leave Imladris, when you must make your own way."

Aragorn sighed and looked over Legolas' shoulder, staring at the ceiling. "I do not want to be King, Legolas."

Legolas gently turned Aragorn's face back to his own. "Want, do not want, it is of little consequence, mellonamin. It is what will be, no matter how you try to deny it. I will be there, Aragorn, when you need me most, I will stand at your side."

Aragorn frowned, then the frown turned into a smile. "How do you know all this, Legolas? You and I have only just met."

Legolas smiled, his sapphire eyes twinkling with mischief. "I know many things, Son of Arathorn, and have lived many years by man's reckoning. My visit here had little to do with what we discussed at dinner last night; one of my father's Counselors could have presented that matter. I am here because I sensed your time had come, I am here because you needed me to be here." He took a deep breath and leaned in, his silken lips brushing against the man's as he whispered. "You and I, we are bound to one another, Aragorn. I have seen it in my dreams, our paths follow one another, meeting, then parting, before meeting again. This is only the first time we shall share time together, there will be many more."

Aragorn closed his eyes and whispered, "Is this the end of our time together, for now?"

Legolas traced the man's lips with his tongue before answering, "Not just yet, you and I have much to learn about one another still. I do not leave for several days."

Aragorn trembled slightly as the elf seduced him with his touch. "Then we shall have to make the most of this time, yes?"

Legolas smiled and nuzzled Aragorn's face. "Indeed we shall…"

* * * *

Elladan woke in Lindir's arms, the pale morning light just entering his chamber. He felt Lindir's grip tighten as he stirred, and heard a quiet moan escape the elf's lips. He snuggled close against him, feeling strangely comfortable where he lay. His hands caressed Lindir's lithe form, the fingers of his left hand circling a golden nipple. He remembered the previous night's activities with wonder; he had never known that Lindir was so skilled, or so passionate. He had also been completely unaware that the minstrel had desired him for so long.

"Good morning, melethron nín," Lindir whispered.

Elladan closed his eyes as he felt the elf's hand slide down his back, coming to rest upon the swell of his buttocks. He swallowed before whispering in reply, "Good morning, Lindir."

Lindir pressed his lips to the top of Elladan's head and whispered, "I am glad you wanted me to stay last night, I have long desired to wake with you in my arms."

"This desire was kept well hidden from me, until last night," Elladan softly replied.

Lindir smiled and shifted beneath Elladan's weight, his desire reawakening. "It would not have been proper for me to approach you in such a way, my Lord. I am but a mere servant in your father's house."

Elladan smiled wryly. "My father does not keep servants, Lindir."

Lindir arched his back slightly, pressing his chest into his new lover's hands. "You know my meaning, Elladan. You are above my station, for me to approach you in such a way would not have been appropriate. Nor did I know how you would react, you had not expressed interest in me before; I thought you would reject me."

Elladan shifted against his lover, feeling Lindir's awakening arousal press into his hip. "I did not know you were such a commanding lover," he whispered, his voice trailing off into a quiet moan as the minstrel's fingers explored the cleft of his buttocks, softly caressing his entrance.

Lindir growled into Elladan's ear, "Nor did I know you could yield so sweetly, mir nín (my treasure). There is much I would teach you, Elladan, given time and opportunity."

Elladan's moans grew more urgent as he rocked his arousal against Lindir's thigh. "I am yours, Lindir, that was my promise."

Lindir turned Elladan's head up, bringing the half-elf's lips to his own. "You will honor that promise?"

Elladan gazed into his azure eyes and whispered against his lips, "I always honor my promises, melethron nín."

Lindir whispered in reply, "Lucky am I to have so devoted and honorable a lover." He clasped the back of Elladan's head and pressed his tongue inside his lover's mouth.

Elladan shifted to lie on top of his lover, feeling Lindir's fingers tangle in his hair and tease his entrance. He spread his legs and straddled his lover, rocking their arousals against one another. "Is this what I am to do always?" he breathed as they broke from their kiss. "Am I to yield to you every time?"

Lindir gently bit down on Elladan's chin and replied, "Until I say otherwise. That is how it must be, Elladan. You know I would never hurt you, do you not?"

Elladan nodded, the rhythm of his breathing increasing, his moans of pleasure and want growing steadily more urgent. "Yes, I know that," he whispered hoarsely.

Lindir's lips moved to his ear and he growled, "Then yield to me, melethron. You and I both know it is what you want; to have a place where you are not the leader, to have a place where you are ruled."

Elladan purred into his lover's ear, "Yes, Lindir, show me what I need, show me what I really am."

Lindir rolled on top of his lover, holding Elladan's face in his hands. "What you really are, Peredhil, is a magical gift, one I intend to keep."

* * * *

Elrohir awoke and reached out for Haldir, finding the bed empty. He blinked his eyes, adjusting to the light and sat up, finding his lover sitting in a chair, staring out the window.

"Haldir, a'maelamin? Is everything all right?" he asked, a frown clouding his fair face.

Haldir did not divert his gaze from the window as he quietly answered, "Yes, meleth, everything is fine. I could not rest and did not want to wake you."

Elrohir reached out for him and smiled. "Tolo an haust, meleth nín (Come to bed, my love)," he answered softly. "You need not worry about waking me now."

Haldir looked at his lover, the sun causing his golden skin to glow as he sat in the middle of the bed, the sheets pooled around his waist. He rose from his seat by the window removing his robe and sliding underneath the soft sheets. He caressed Elrohir's face, his fingers tracing over the Peredhil's full lips. Elrohir smiled gently at him and he felt his heart melt for what must have been the hundredth time since they met. That part of him that fought to remain aloof, that part of him that had distanced himself from everyone save his brothers in order to keep himself safe rebelled against what had become his heart's desire. That part told him he was becoming weak, that Elrohir made him weak. But his heart and his soul told him this was where he belonged, that the Peredhil had brought him back to life after his heart had died.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Elrohir's, running his hands into his rich sable hair. Elrohir smiled and pulled him back so that he lay on top of his lover and Haldir moaned quietly as Elrohir wrapped his long legs around his waist.

"Amin mela lle," Elrohir whispered into his ear.

He made no reply; instead he plundered his lover's mouth and took what Elrohir so freely gave, too fearful to repeat those words back to him.

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