Part 12

Posted: December 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, March 15, 2953, Last Homely House, Imladris

Many months had passed since Aragorn and Elladan ceased being lovers, and they were finding a way to just be brothers again; though Elladan knew their relationship would never be as it was before all that had happened. Aragorn had grown immensely in the months following the incident in the garden, and his demeanor had changed. He was no longer the open book he once was, he had grown quiet and introspective, and he had taken to spending more time away from his family. Legolas had extended his visit through the winter, and he spent his time with the Dúnadan walking through the woods, sitting by the river, and just being there for him.

Elladan was worried about the change he saw in Aragorn, though Lindir assured him it was for the best. Aragorn would have to learn to be a loner and keep things close to his breast if he were to survive outside the haven of Imladris. It pained the Peredhil to see his once carefree foster brother so sullen and withdrawn, but Aragorn's road would be a hard one to travel and there was nothing he could do to change it.

As for his own life, Lindir had proved to be a masterful lover, and he was able to escape the worries that plagued him by going to the minstrel's bed. When he was in Lindir's grasp, nothing else mattered but what was happening in that moment; he was overwhelmed by a level of passion and desire that he had not known existed. His own role in life had changed drastically. When Lindir called, he came. When Lindir commanded, he obeyed. In return for his faithful obedience, he was given pleasure he had never known the likes of in his life.

He lay upon his stomach slowly blinking back from reverie, his eyes adjusting to the pale morning light as the muscles in his arms and shoulders groaned from the strain of being held in the same position for so long a time. He took a deep breath and moved his fingers, trying to work some of the feeling back into them as he felt his lover stir at his side. Lindir's hand drifted across his back, fingers idly drawing patterns on his bare flesh, raising gooseflesh across skin decorated with love bites and various other markings that would all be gone by the end of the day. He tried to shift his position and his breath hitched at the groaning complaint issuing from his muscles. The sound of leather and wood creaking brought his lover back from his reverie, and Elladan found himself looking into Lindir's pale blue eyes.

"Mmm… good morning, my pet," Lindir crooned.

He smiled wearily and softly answered, "Good morning, melethron."

Lindir traced his lover's ripe lips with the pad of one nimble finger and he shifted his position so that he lay almost on top of Elladan, his arousal sliding teasingly against the Peredhil's hip. "Was I too rough on you, pen neth (young one)?" he whispered in Elladan's ear, his lips caressing the gentle curve of it.

"No," Elladan whispered breathlessly, his arousal beginning to harden beneath his weight.

"Ah, so brave and beautiful," Lindir continued. "So willing to endure all that I wish to do to your lovely flesh." His hands slid possessively over Elladan's awakening form, travelling to his backside and kneading the round globes of hard muscle and soft flesh. He caught the grimace that clouded Elladan's fair face as his lover tried to move, and he remembered he had left him tied to the bed all night. "How selfish of me, my beauty, to leave you in so uncomfortable a state while I slept in peace." He reached up and untied Elladan's arms, watching his lover's jaw tighten and a tear form in the corner of his eye as he slowly brought his arms down from above his head. "What can I do to make this up to you, mir nín (my treasure)?" He began kneading his lover's stiff muscles in his skillful hands.

"I am all right," Elladan whispered.

Lindir continued his ministrations and pressed a soft kiss to his ear before whispering, "So beautiful and kind, you never complain. Saes, melethron, let me do something nice for you; let me make you feel comforted and safe."

Elladan closed his eyes and found himself yielding to his lover as he always did. Lindir gathered him into his arms, rolling him to his back and rubbing his sore arms and shoulders. He bestowed feather light kisses upon his aching arms and shoulders, his talented lips following the path of his lover's collarbone to his neck, then continuing lower to tease his nipples into full hardness.

Elladan arched beneath his lover, the steady pulsating in his loins growing stronger. Each flick of Lindir's talented tongue against his sensitive nipples sending bolts of electric desire roaring through his body. He moaned quietly as his lover's lips made their way from his chest to his abdomen, his warm tongue probing his navel as his moans grew more urgent and his breathing more rapid.

"You are wicked, Lindir," he breathed.

"Mmm, you make me so, meleth," the minstrel murmured against his stomach. Lindir sat up and returned to his lover's lips, and paused. He stared at Elladan's face, into his large gray eyes that were so open and kind. He ran his fingers over it, the pads of his fingers tracing the Peredhil's brow, stroking his soft, dark eyebrows, grazing over his finely sculpted cheekbones before caressing his full lips. "You are a wonder, bain nín," he said softly.

"I am?" Elladan questioned innocently.

"Yes, you are," he answered. "I have been without one of my own for so long that I was certain my heart forgot how to love. But, it seems it has not; for I am quite certain that love is what I feel for you." Elladan opened his mouth to respond and he placed his fingers upon his lips, silencing him. "You need not respond, meleth. I may make many demands upon you, but that is one demand I will never make. While I know I command your body, I could never dream of holding lordship over so precious a thing as your heart." He smiled and placed a gentle kiss upon Elladan's lips. "I know you still love the Dúnadan, you always have in one way or another." He smiled and caressed Elladan's face. "I used to watch the two of you from the conservatory, you know. He was a wild and impetuous boy and you were the ever patient, kind, and wise guardian. Aragorn has become the man he is through your tutelage, Elladan. It is your patient and kind guidance that has helped him grow into a strong and thoughtful man. You have introduced him to all he needs to know to be a man, including love." He took a deep breath and softly continued, "Will he always hold your heart? Will you ever have room for another there?"

Elladan looked into Lindir's eyes as he listened to all he had to say, and gently caressed his face with one weary hand. "I imagine I will, someday," he answered quietly.

Lindir smiled and nodded. "Very well then, I will take what you give for now, and hope for more in the future." He stilled Elladan's lips with his own, pressing a heated and passionate kiss to him, as his hungry hands consumed his lover's lithe body. He loved the music Elladan made when lost in passion, the deep sensuous moans, the breathless sighs, the feral growls as he reached his climax. He rode his lover's undulating body, rolling his hips forward into him, grinding his arousal against that of Elladan's, all the while kissing him as if his life depended upon it, hungrily consuming his lover's sweet mouth. He broke from their kiss and heard his lover's musical voice.

"Saes, melethron, n'uma ner, Im baur… (Please, lover, no more, I need)" Elladan whimpered breathlessly.

"As you desire, a'maelamin," he answered, and he lowered his mouth to his lover's engorged arousal, bringing him the completion he so richly deserved.

Elladan arched his back and cried out as he spilled himself down his lover's throat, a string of erotic words spilling from his full lips as he tangled his fingers in Lindir's flaxen mane. He panted and smiled blissfully as Lindir slowly cleaned his quivering arousal with his tongue, his lover bestowing warm, wet caresses as it returned to its normal shape and size. His abdomen and thighs tingled in the heady aftermath of his spent desire, and he gently caressed Lindir's hair and whispered words of appreciation to him.

Lindir smiled and pressed a deep kiss to Elladan's hungry mouth and his own unsatiated desire pressed into the Peredhil's thigh.

"Let me take care of you, melethron," Elladan answered softly.

Lindir gazed into his dark pewter eyes and smiled. "Mmm, yes, I would like that very much."

Elladan rolled him to his back and settled between his thighs, making himself comfortable so that he could take his time. "I hope you do not have plans this morning, melethron nín," he said coyly. "This might take awhile."

Lindir lifted his head and looked down at his lover, thinking to himself that he was the most beautiful elf in all of Elvendom. "Excellent…" he answered. He gasped and flopped back to the bed as Elladan devoured him.

* * * *

"I am packed," Aragorn announced to his new lover as he sat his pack upon the floor by Legolas' chamber door.

Legolas looked at him and smiled. "You pack light, that is good." He crossed the room to his lover; gathering his leather doublet in his hands and yanking him from the open doorway, kicking the door closed with a booted foot.

"Aiya, Legolas! What are you doing?" Aragorn exclaimed.

Legolas shoved him against the wall roughly, and grasped the man's jaw in one hand, pinning his body to the wall with his weight. "Shut up," he growled. With one rough and quick jerk, he had Aragorn's leggings unlaced and his hand quickly found the man's length. He began stroking it, feeling it harden almost immediately to his touch. "This is how it will be, more often than not, Estel. Few will be the days we can lounge in bed, languidly enjoying one another into the late hours of the morning. We will be in the wild, among other elves, among men, among worse, not alone as we are now. You might as well get used to it."

Aragorn was unsure as to whether he wanted to succumb or throttle the elf; he had never been handled such a way in all his life. "Buttumehgrh…" he mumbled, trying to speak, but unable to as Legolas still held his jaw like a vice. He alternated between pushing against him and pulling him closer, his instincts and desire warring with one another. He moaned plaintively when Legolas' hands left his now erect arousal and his jaw, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head; deftly holding both of them in his strong grip with one hand, as he grasped his arousal with the other. "Legolas, wha…" He was silenced once again, this time by the elf's mouth. He moaned into the kiss as Legolas plundered his mouth with his own.

After what seemed to be an endless kiss, Legolas pulled back, gazed into Aragorn's lust hazed eyes, and whispered, "Will you stop fighting if I release you?"

"Yes," he practically moaned, "Let me touch you, Legolas, please."

Legolas smiled wickedly and murmured against his lips, "Yes, please do." He released Aragorn's wrists and barked in surprise as the man grasped him under the arms, lifting him from his feet and flinging him to the rug. They both struck the ground with a thud and Aragorn quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head. The man smiled wickedly as he ground his arousal, now freed from his breeches, against the soft suede of his own leggings.

"I do believe I could get used to this quite easily, mellonamin. What an excellent lesson this has been." Aragorn teased.

Legolas panted, he was incredibly aroused; he so enjoyed playing these games. He knew he was faster and stronger than the Dúnadan, at least for the moment. However, he was surprised at the speed and strength Aragorn had used to pin him, and he wondered just how much stronger and more agile the man would become as he grew older. He knew they could go back and forth all morning wrestling for dominance, and in the end he would come out on top. But he decided to employ a different tactic and ceased his struggling, immediately softening to the young man's grip. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly, slowly moving his head back and forth.

Aragorn sat up and frowned, he was suddenly worried he had hurt his lover. "Legolas? Are you all right, a'maelamin?" He stroked the elf's cheek gently and whispered, "Please, meleth, open your eyes. Have I hurt you?"

"Ohh…" he moaned in his best wounded voice. "I think I have broken something."

"What!?! Oh Gods, Legolas! What have I done?" Aragorn exclaimed. He began to sit up when the elf caught him by the arms and pulled him back down.

Legolas smiled wickedly, his normally sapphire eyes now a deep azure blue. "Aiya, Estel," he chided. "Do you really think me so fragile? You are so gullible."

Aragorn frowned then slowly began to smile. "You are wicked, Legolas, teasing me like that! I thought I had hurt you, I thought…" He was cut off when Legolas grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into a kiss. He melted into his lover's arms, yielding to his gentle onslaught, his desire becoming inflamed once more. He felt Legolas' legs wrap around his waist and heard him whisper breathlessly, "Take me, Aragorn, here on the floor…" It was then he realized he was lost; he could not refuse him.

As his fingers worked the buttons on his lover's tunic he wondered at how different things had become. He lay on the floor with Legolas, his hands and mouth hungrily consuming the elf he had come to crave as much as he had Elladan. He briefly wondered where Elladan was at that moment and the vision of him and Lindir together crowded into his thoughts. Legolas' growl as his own tunic was pulled free pushed the thought from his mind and he focused on ravishing his new lover.

* * * *

Haldir barked in surprise as Elrohir shoved him from behind into the bushes just off the trail leading from the main house to the barracks. The normally reserved marchwarden grunted as he fell into a pile of dried leaves and squirmed beneath his lover, grumbling as Elrohir chuckled in his ear.

"Good morning, melethron," Elrohir crooned. "Did you really think you would get away with sneaking out of our bed without waking me? For a guardian of the Golden Wood, your ears are not so sharp. It seems I have succeeded in sneaking up on you."

"Ai, Elrohir! I am due on the training grounds, your soldiers are waiting for me," he grumbled. "Let me up, you have made a mess of my tunic."

Elrohir leaned in and began teasing Haldir's neck with his mouth as his hands reached for the buttons on his lover's tunic. "Come now, my lovely marchwarden, surely you can spare your lover a few moments of your time."

Haldir ceased struggling for a moment, the softness of Elrohir's lips almost too much to resist. But then he growled and flipped the younger elf to his back, rising to his feet and brushing off his tunic. "Stop it, Elrohir. I have a job to do, I do not have all day to play games with you."

Elrohir remained on his back, propped up on his elbows, his legs splayed apart wantonly. "Saes, melethron," he whispered seductively. "Do not leave me so wanting…"

Haldir's eyes flashed anger and he barked, "By the Valar! I am not your personal plaything! Unlike you, I have duties, responsibilities… I was not so fortunate to be born to a noble and to spend my life in pursuit of pleasure!"

Elrohir's mouth opened to respond, his eyes flashing anger for a brief moment. Then they dimmed, his mouth closing as he sat up and looked at the ground. "I am not the spoiled elfling you accuse me of being, meleth," he answered softly. "I only want…"

"You want! It is always what you want! What about what I want? Are your needs the only ones that matter?" Haldir barked.

Hurt glowed in Elrohir's eyes and he began to rise to his feet as he answered quietly, "You know that is not true, and it is grossly unfair of you to say such a thing to me. I have only…"

Haldir interrupted again, "What you have done, Elrohir, is take up my time with your youthful dalliances. I knew this would not work, but I let you seduce me anyway. You are too young, Elrohir. You need to grow up, you need…"

"Shut up!" Elrohir barked. "How dare you address me as if I were an elfling you were in charge of! I have done my duty as my father's son; I have probably slain more orcs alone than you and your brothers put together! I am not the naïve elfling you think me to be, Haldir. How many orcs do I need to kill before you will believe that? How many times do I need to be hit, how many black arrows do I need to take before you will see me for who I am? I am a warrior, like you. But you do not see that, all you see is a spoiled youth."

Haldir's eyes softened and he moved to take his lover by the arm. "Elrohir," he said softly, "I did not mean…"

This time Elrohir interrupted him as he jerked his arm from Haldir's grasp. "I know exactly what you meant, Haldir. All I have tried to do was show you love and kindness, all I have wanted was the same in return." He brushed off his tunic and pushed past his lover then turned and looked at him. "But your heart is cold as stone, Haldir of Lórien, I do not believe there is one in all of Arda who can melt the ice that covers it. It is obvious that I have failed."

The look in Elrohir's eye caused a lump to grow in Haldir's throat. He opened his mouth to answer but his words fell on deaf ears as Elrohir left him standing alone.

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