50Passages Fic: Blurred Vision Elladan/Haldir/Elrohir nc-17 1/1
Title: Blurred Vision
Author: El
Pairing: Elladan/Haldir/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4693 not including heading.
Prompt: 003. I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan?
Disclaimer: Alas none of them are mine and I don't make any money off them. But I DO enjoy playing with them.
Warnings: Twincest, Threesome, TISSUE WARNING
Beta: All mistakes are mine.
Feedback: Please, please, please * grin *
Summary: Time has passed and the Twins realize a very important thing. Is it too late for them to repair the damage?.
“I would trust no other with this task,” Galadriel said softly as she looked upon her adopted sons.
Haldir, Orophin and Rúmil stood before her and Lord Celeborn in the great talan at the heart of Caras Galadhon. Each brother took the news differently. Rúmil looked upon it with great excitement and a sense of adventure. He had not been beyond Lothlórien’s borders over much. Orophin took it as an opportunity and Haldir looked on it with trepidation and sadness.
To go to Imladris was to chance an encounter he’d been avoiding for centuries. Yet, he could not refuse his naneth anything. Not to mention it was Arwen, Celebrian’s youngest child. His heart twisted as he thought of his beloved sister and all that had befallen her. A fire burned in his breast, one fueled by rage and helplessness.
He looked into his naneth’s eyes and nodded. Sometimes he wondered if she knew what dwelled deep in his heart. He had never told her of his parting with the twins. In truth, none but his ada, Lord Celeborn, knew the truth of it. Yet, he had a feeling she knew. Galadriel was aware of all that transpired in her woods.
Therefore, it was with a guarded heart that Haldir led Arwen’s guard out of Lothlorien on her journey home to Imladris. Whatever he might have felt was hidden behind a mask of cold regard and diligent alertness. He planned to keep to himself and have as little contact with them as possible. Haldir would not put himself in a position to be hurt so deeply a second time.
Carefully locked behind walls he’d built so long ago, he approached the home of his first loves with an air of confidence and pride. They had encountered little danger on the way from Lothlorien, a fact that greatly pleased Haldir. He did not wish to endanger Arwen in the midst of a battle.
The arched walls and towering waterfalls stole his breath for a moment. The beauty of Imladris was dimmed only by his love for his home. Spring thrived here as it did in the Golden Wood. They rode up to the main building where Lord Elrond awaited them. The lord’s face broke into a wide grin as he held his arms open for his daughter. With a laugh, she ran into them.
“Ah Arwen,” he said. “It is so good to have you home again.”
“I have missed you Ada,” she answered.
“I see your grandmother chose only her best to escort you home,” he smiled as he looked at the three galadhrim. It had been many years since he had last seen the brothers and it lightened his heart if only a little bit. “Welcome to Imladris.”
“Hannon le Hiren,” Haldir said smoothly as he and his brothers gave small bows. “It is an honor and a privilege to be here.”
“Ah Haldir,” Elrond chuckled. “Ever well spoken. Come take your ease. Lord Erestor has prepared rooms for you and your men. This evening we will feast in the honor of my daughter’s return and your first visit to Imladris.”
“He is here,” came a soft voice from the balcony.
“I know,” Elladan sighed. “I watched him arrive.”
“How does he look?” his brother asked.
“Cold,” the older twin answered. “Proud, strong… and more beautiful than any elf has the right to be. More breath taking than Glorfindel and our grandmother combined.”
“You feel it?” Elrohir said as he slid from the tree branch onto the balcony floor.
“I feel nothing,” Elladan said stiffly as he pulled his tunic and shirt over his head, tossing them to the floor.
“You are lying toren vain,” Elrohir answered as he wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist. He laid his cheek against his twin’s shoulder. “However, I will forgive you.”
“Can you not see ‘Ro? Has he not made it clear?” the older ground out.
“Did you expect him to run into our arms upon our return?” Elrohir murmured, his lips brushing over the smooth skin. “We broke his heart ‘Dan.”
“Do you anticipate him behaving any differently here than he did in the Golden wood? Do you imagine that he will change his mind simply because he is in our home?” Elladan said, his fingers dancing lightly over his brother’s arm. “He will avoid us as much as he possibly can. I doubt he will speak to or even look upon us if he has a choice.”
“And it hurts,” Elrohir whispered.
“Yes,” Elladan answered, turning his head as tears pricked the back of his eyes. “It hurts.”
“Is this my brother I hold in my arms?” Elrohir said suddenly, spinning his twin around to face him. “What have you done with Elladan?”
“What are you on about ‘Ro. You know it is I,” the older twin answered.
“Surely not. My brother would not give up hope so easily,” he teased. “He would not abandon the pursuit simply because it was difficult.”
“I would say it was time to give up after several centuries of failure,” Elladan snorted.
“Ah but here we have the advantage,” the younger twin grinned. There was a wicked gleam in his gray eyes. “This is our home. We know every nook and cranny. By the Valar, we have discovered every place there is to hide here. He will not elude us.”
“You sound as if you have a plan,” Elladan said, his eyebrow rising in a perfect imitation of their father’s.
“Oh not only do I have a plan, brother mine, I have accomplices,” Elrohir grinned.
“Accomplices?” Elladan questioned.
“If there is one thing that can be counted on, it is the interference of family in one’s love life,” came the cheerful answer.
“You are mad ‘Ro. Absolutely insane. Rúmil and Orophin? They are not likely to help us with Haldir.” Elladan snapped as he jerked out of his brother’s arms and flopped on the bed.
“Do not be so quick to doubt me melui nin,” Elrohir purred as he climbed onto the bed and straddled his brother’s waist. His light sleep pants did nothing to hide his growing erection.
“Just the thought of him arouses you,” Elladan whispered as he stroked light fingers over the cloth-covered flesh.
“I remember,” Elrohir breathed softly letting his eyes fall closed as his twin stroked him, taking him higher. “The way it felt. I never thought to feel such intensity with any but you. I did not realize until much …oh yes like that… much later that it… by the valar… was more.”
For a few moments, the room was silent save for the soft whispers and whimpers passing Elrohir’s lips. He savored the touch of his brother’s fingers on him but ached for the feel of flesh against flesh.
In perfect understanding, Elladan reached around and tapped his brother’s bottom, signaling Elrohir to rise to his knees. Then he slowly slid the soft fabric over lean hips. Wrapping one hand around the hard shaft bobbing over him, he reached down with the other and quickly undid his leggings. He knew what his twin needed and knew that, at the moment, only he could give it to him.
Elrohir whimpered as he felt his twin’s cock teasing between his buttocks. Leaning down, he claimed identical lips in a searing kiss as he shifted his hips to place the head against his opening.
“Wicked toren dithen,’ Elladan chuckled as he felt the slippery flesh. “You started without me.”
“I did not want to wait to feel your cock inside me,” the younger brother murmured as he nipped his way down Elladan’s neck. “Saes meleth.”
Gripping Elrohir’s hips firmly, the older warrior pushed upward. Often he would claim his brother in one fast hard stroke, just the way he liked it, but not this morning. This time he made sure to thrust slowly, letting Elrohir feel every inch of his rigid shaft sliding into his slick passage. Slowly he pumped his hips, savoring the pleasure that danced across his twin’s face. He loved to watch him.
A loud whimper escaped his lips as Elladan made love to him. He wanted faster, harder. He needed the damned pants to be gone so he could move. Shifting on top of Elladan, he was surprised when the grip on his hips hardened.
“Oh no, brother mine,” Elladan purred.
“But ‘Dan,” he pleaded. “I need… ah… to move… to… saes meleth. “
“I like how tight you feel this way. Your moans and whimpers set my blood boiling. I love sinking my cock into your ass and making you scream my name as you come.” The low voice murmured.
“Saes ‘Dan…” Elrohir whimpered.
The next thing the younger twin knew, he was on his back with his knees pressed to his chest and his brother sinking into his passage to the hilt. A scream of pleasure tore its way free as the hard cock inside him dragged across his sweet spot in one long slide.
“Just like that,” Elladan chuckled softly.
“Saes Elladan, melethen,” Elrohir begged.
His brother could not refuse him. With a growl of broken control, Elladan picked up the pace, pounding into the tight opening. The sudden change set his twin rocketing up the mountain of pleasure and cries echoed through the room.
“Come for me ‘Ro nin,” he growled as he continued his assault. “Come for me faeren. Let me hear your pleasure.”
What else could he do but give his brother what he wanted. Elrohir’s neck arched as he screamed, his cock spasming as it shot his seed over his thighs and stomach. His muscles contracted hard, pulling Elladan with him and Elrohir moaned as he felt the hot essence of his twin coating his insides in pulsating shots.
Elladan threw back his head as he emptied into the taut channel milking his cock. Two names echoed through his mind as his peak took him, two names that meant his heart and soul.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting. Elladan shifted, pulling out of his brother and gathering him into his arms. They simply held each other as they slowly calmed.
“Why does it seem,” Elladan murmured as he placed a kiss on Elrohir’s temple. “That something is missing when we were whole before?”
“Because something IS missing ‘Dan,” Elrohir said softly. “Where once we thought we were whole, now we are woefully incomplete.”
“But how can that be? I do not understand this emptiness. I have you, my twin, why would I need more?”
“We knew no better when we first recognized and accepted our love, faeren. All we had experienced was each other. There was no one to show us there was more. Nevertheless, there is more and in our ignorance, we turned it away, turned him away and broke his heart. We need Haldir, Elladan. He completes us and our hearts knew it. Our minds were not so smart.”
“He will never be a part of us Elrohir,” Elladan whispered softly, tears sliding slowly down his face one by one. “He will never forgive us.”
“We must try meleth,” Elrohir answered as he wrapped himself around his brother. “We must try.”
“Where once I felt only the pull of your soul to mine, I now feel tugged in another direction,” the older twin admitted. “I will always be able to find you and I could find him too. The strand is so taut it hurts a physical ache within my body. I keep waiting for it to snap, to feel the excruciating pain of its severing.”
“We will not let that happen whether it takes several more days or several more centuries, we will convince Haldir that we made a terrible mistake. We will find a way to make him believe our love is real, that our hearts are true and that he is what we need to make us complete.”
“I wish I could have your faith,” Elladan whispered. “But when I attempt to travel down that strand, to touch him, I run into nothing but cold and ice.”
“Then we will simply have to thaw him out,” Elrohir growled. “I will not lose him again, nor will I lose you.”
“And they say I am the stubborn one,” came the weak jest.
“Rest now,” Elrohir murmured as he grabbed the coverlet and pulled it over them both, heedless of their sticky state. “We have our work cut out for us and we will need our energy.”
‘And, apparently, accomplices.”
“Most definitely. Our heart is almost as stubborn as we are.” Elrohir chuckled. “But so VERY worth it.”
“Slut.”
“I tell only the truth, now sleep.”
“Bossy Slut.”
“Shush Elladan,” Elrohir chuckled.
Lord Glorfindel of Imladris had lived many centuries in both his lifetimes. He had seen much in those years. The golden warrior was observant to an uncanny extent. Therefore, he knew the intrigue being set in motion in his home. Perhaps it was the time he spent in the Halls of Mandos or perhaps it was just that he knew the twins so very well. Either way, he knew they were planning something.
They had changed the moment the Lothlorien party had arrived. Elrohir had a spring in his step that had been missing for many years and Elladan was quieter than normal, almost as if he were scared of frightening someone or something off. Yet, both of them held a feeling of fear and anxiety as if whatever their goal was extremely important to their well-being.
“They are up to something,” he said as he lightly stroked a hand down his beloved’s spine.
“Aye they are,” Erestor agreed. “I do not know if it is wise or foolish.”
“The other two, Orophin and Rúmil, are in on their schemes,” Glorfindel said, his lips brushing the councilor’s bare shoulders.
How he loved the taste of his beloved’s skin, the feel of it against his body. Slowly he wrapped Erestor in his strong arms, drawing him into his embrace. Resting his head against the raven wing silk of his lover’s hair, he closed his eyes and savored the sensation.
“I fear Haldir is their target,” Erestor sighed, closing his dark eyes in pleasure at the feel of Glorfindel holding him.
“The Marchwarden seems very cold,” the warrior whispered. “He has been hurt. I can see it in his eyes. It still causes him pain.”
“You have watched him?” Erestor asked.
“Aye,” the seneschal answered. “There is a feeling about him, something I have felt before, and it sends shivers of dread down my spine.”
Immediately, long slender arms moved to wrap around him. He smiled against Erestor’s hair and slowly began working them back to their bed. The golden warrior grinned as they fell to the mattress. He laid a light kiss on Erestor’s nose before turning his attention to the feast of luminescent skin laid before him.
“We will have to keep an eye on the five of them,” Erestor
breathed as his lover’s lips wrapped around one taut nipple.
“That we will,” Glorfindel purred, smiling as his darkling arched beneath him. “But for now, I wish you to just feel melethen.”
“Then stop talking so much,” the councilor demanded, his fingers burying in the mass of golden waves spilling over his body.
The twins faced several weeks of failed attempts at cornering their elusive prey. The Marchwarden was cunning and resourceful. He never allowed them to get him alone. He was a warrior and hunter just as much as they were.
What Haldir never expected was for his brothers to plot against him. The thought never even crossed his mind when his efforts to avoid Elladan and Elrohir started to be unsuccessful. He had to change his habits several times. His evening reading in the library became late night. His walks through the gardens early in the morning became random times throughout the day. Everywhere he turned, they were there, watching him, staring at him, cajoling him with their eyes.
Ah how beautiful they were. He could feel the ache of his heart through its protective barrier of ice. His body longed for their touch, his mouth watered for their taste. He could remember every moment spent in their arms, pure ecstasy. His dreams became filled with memories and each morning he awoke hard and wanting. The strain was beginning to show. How much longer could he refuse them? It was so much easier when he knew the lay of the land better than they. Now he was at a disadvantage.
Each day Haldir withdrew more and more. He barely said a word during meals and departed as soon as was polite. More often than not, he was in his room, forsaking the sunshine. He lost his appetite. His eyes lost their gleam. The sadness inside him grew, becoming a rock in his chest, pushing everything else out.
Trying to rouse himself from the melancholy that surrounded him, Haldir took a now rare trip to the library. It was very late in the evening and the household had already gone to bed. Yet, he could not sleep, would not. His dreams were filled with the twins, tormenting him to the point where no rest was received.
Pulling a blanket from the overstuffed couch near the fireplace, he wrapped himself in it and opened the book. Shivering slightly, he tried to lose himself in the words. When had he started to feel the cold? Shaking his head, Haldir put the thought aside and tried once more to focus.
“You are shivering,” a soft voice came.
Haldir jerked his head around to see Elrohir leaning on the back of the couch, his head resting on the back of his hands. He could do nothing but stare into those mesmerizing gray eyes. His head snapped around when light fingers ran through his hair. Elladan knelt beside the couch, concern clearly written on his face.
“You are so pale,” he whispered.
“It is none of your concern,” he said, finally finding his voice.
“But it is our concern,” Elrohir began.
“More than you know,” Elladan finished.
They came around the couch as Haldir rose swiftly to his feet. On either side of him, they knew he could not escape without going by one of them. They had him trapped between the couch and the fireplace.
“Saes Haldir,” the younger began. “Listen, if only for a moment.”
“Why? What else is there to say between us?” the silver elf demanded coldly. “You made yourselves perfectly clear several centuries
ago.”
“No,” Elladan said, taking a step closer. “What we did was make assumptions about our bond and what we needed.”
“Haldir,” Elrohir began. “When we met you, we had only acknowledged our feelings for each other a short time before. We knew it was strong and we knew it was soul deep. All around us there were bonded couples; couples, Haldir, not triads. We did not think such a thing was possible.”
“I do not want to hear this,” Haldir growled, trying to push by the younger twin. Elladan immediately wrapped his arms around the Marchwarden from behind. They struggled against one another until they fell against the couch, sliding to the floor. Quickly Elrohir caught hold of them, easing all three down to the stone floor.
“You will hear it Haldir,” Elladan growled. “I am tired to death of chasing you and if I have to pin you bodily to the floor, you will hear us out.”
“Elladan,” ‘Ro began softly, sensing the turmoil within Haldir.
“I cannot go on like this “Ro,” the older twin answered. “At the very least, he can listen. That is all I want at this point. I hold no hope for more.”
“Hope?” Haldir snapped. “What do you know of hope? Or hopelessness?”
He struggled against his captor, writhing his body and attempting to strike until Elrohir jumped on him and sat across his legs. Still the silver elf struggled. He had to get away. He could not be near them without the pain twisting in his heart all over again. Each time he saw them, a knife stabbed through his chest. Every time he saw their hands entwined, he was reminded of what he would never have. There would be no others for him.
Elrohir grabbed hold of Haldir’s head, one hand on either side of his face. He straddled his hips and touched his forehead to the galadhel’s. Softly he began to whisper to him, soothing words meant to calm the racing of his heart and mind.
“Easy melethen,” he said. “You must calm yourself or neither one of us will let you go.”
“You have never let me go. You are in my mind and in my dreams. You haunt my every waking moment. I cannot escape this torment. I cannot run fast enough nor fight hard enough to drive the pain from my heart.” Haldir murmured the cracks in his walls growing slowly wider and wider. “I will never be free of you.”
“Do you truly wish to be free of us?” Elladan whispered as a chill swept through him.
“Oh Haldir,” Elrohir said softly. “Do you not see? Can you not hear it in your heart? Our hearts? We cannot be without you. You are the one that completes us. We will wither without you.”
“Nay,” came the barely audible response as Haldir’s eyes fluttered closed. “You will have… each… other… I will… have… no… one.”
“Elrohir,” Elladan whispered the tone of his voice frantic. “He is so very cold. I… I cannot feel his fea. It…”
Suddenly he cried out as pain ripped through him, drowning out his brother’s gasp. Elrohir clutched at his chest as excruciating pain lanced through him. He looked at his twin and his beloved. Both were unconscious, barely breathing.
For a moment, panic seized him in its deadly grip. He could not lose them. He just could not. Jumping to his feet, he launched himself over the couch and out the library door. Elrohir ran to the family wing, screaming for his ada at the top of his lungs. When he reached the door, he pounded on it furiously.
“What in the world,” Elrond groused as he opened the door. The words faded as he saw the stricken look in his son’s eyes. “Where is Elladan?”
“The library… with Haldir. Ada… please, I beg you, save them. I do not know what is happening but it hurts. Like my body is being ripped apart.” Elrohir cried before doubling over with the sensations piercing through him.
Immediately Elrond grabbed his son as Glorfindel and Erestor came running up the hall. The seneschal quickly surveyed the scene and took the younger peredhel from his father.
“You two go get Elladan and Haldir,” Glorfindel ordered. “I will meet you in the Healing wing. We must hurry for I fear we will be battling Námo this night.”
Not two minutes later, the three young warriors were ensconced in beds. Covers were piled high while Elrond examined them one by one. Fear filled his heart but he would not let it shake his hands or cloud his mind. Too much depended on it.
He was pulling the covers back up to Haldir’s chin when Erestor returned with Rúmil and Orophin. By the looks in their eyes, he could tell they were guilty about something.
“I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan?” he said as he rose from his seat. “Care to explain what is going on here?”
“We… we just wanted Haldir to be happy,” Rúmil said. “He was miserable without Elrohir and Elladan.”
“This is not something that can be so easily fixed,” Glorfindel said resting a hand on the young galadhel’s shoulder. “Had they been able to talk sooner, it might not be so serious now.”
“Haldir would not talk to them,” Orophin answered quietly, staring at his brother’s pale face. “He was too stubborn. He would not have believed them so close to the event itself.”
“Will we lose our brother Lord Elrond?” Rúmil asked hesitantly.
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” the lord returned.
Elrond made the necessary arrangements. All the while, he cursed the stubbornness of young ellyn. Each time he ventured deep within, he found the same answer to his question. Part of him wished there was another way; the other part knew there wasn’t. In order to insure Haldir’s survival, Elrond would have to bind his fea with that of the twins. He had given too much to grief and sorrow.
“Elrohir?” he called as he came back into himself.
“I am here Ada,” the younger twin responded weakly. Of the three, he was the only one capable of speech.
“How long have you known Haldir was your soul mate?” the lord asked.
“About a month after we left Lothlórien the time of his majority. We did not realize it until then,” Elrohir answered, a blush staining his pale cheeks. “Things just were not the same. There was something, or rather someone, missing.”
“And Elladan?”
“He had lost hope not long ago. He did not think Haldir would even speak to us while he was here. The ache was stronger for him. He could feel the tug of Haldir’s fea to his own and it was painful,” Elrohir explained.
“Why did neither of you come to me?” Elrond asked as he set some herbs to burning.
“We did not know… I did not know this would happen. All we wanted to do was talk to him Ada. We only wanted a chance to explain… to perhaps heal the breech and be allowed to love him as we love each other,” tears streamed down his face. “We did not mean to hurt him… yet it is all we seem to do.”
“Do not think such!” Elrond growled. “Do not give in to sorrow Elrohir or all of you will be lost. Do not give up.”
“Why did Elladan feel it so strongly Ada?” his son asked.
“He felt it more because he lost hope. You two have made a right fine mess of this. There is only one way to save Haldir’s life and it will have long reaching consequences if he rejects the two of you,” Elrond muttered.
“What are you going to do?” Glorfindel asked. He had been standing guard over his lord and would continue to do so until everything was returned to normal.
“I will have to bind their faer. If I do not, Haldir fades. He will drag Elladan with him and in turn, Elrohir,” the lord explained. “My sons, being the stubborn brats they are, will be able to keep the Marchwarden anchored to this world. I do not envy them when Haldir wakes.”
“Neither do I,” Glorfindel muttered.
Elrond worked quickly, traveling the spiritual road. His task was not an easy one. He had to reach Haldir’s spirit before it made it to the Halls. He would prefer not to have to battle Námo for a soul this night, much less three.
Glorfindel caught his lord as Elrond slid from the chair. Slowly stormy gray eyes opened exhaustion evident in their depths.
“It… is… done,” the peredhel answered before slipping into unconsciousness.
“I truly hate when he does this,” Glorfindel muttered as he scooped the healer up into his arms. He nodded to one of the assistants before carrying the lord to his rooms. Erestor was waiting at the door.
“Overdid it again?” the councilor questioned.
“Does he not always? Although, this time it is perfectly understandable with the twins at stake,” the seneschal replied. “Would you mind sitting with them. I think a friendly face would be welcome when they awaken. I seriously doubt Haldir’s will wear that expression. He is as stubborn as they are.”
“Elbereth help them all,” Erestor answered as he departed. Relief swept through him. The twins would be okay… they may not have an easy life after this, but they would have a life.
Author: El
Pairing: Elladan/Haldir/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4693 not including heading.
Prompt: 003. I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan?
Disclaimer: Alas none of them are mine and I don't make any money off them. But I DO enjoy playing with them.
Warnings: Twincest, Threesome, TISSUE WARNING
Beta: All mistakes are mine.
Feedback: Please, please, please * grin *
Summary: Time has passed and the Twins realize a very important thing. Is it too late for them to repair the damage?.
“I would trust no other with this task,” Galadriel said softly as she looked upon her adopted sons.
Haldir, Orophin and Rúmil stood before her and Lord Celeborn in the great talan at the heart of Caras Galadhon. Each brother took the news differently. Rúmil looked upon it with great excitement and a sense of adventure. He had not been beyond Lothlórien’s borders over much. Orophin took it as an opportunity and Haldir looked on it with trepidation and sadness.
To go to Imladris was to chance an encounter he’d been avoiding for centuries. Yet, he could not refuse his naneth anything. Not to mention it was Arwen, Celebrian’s youngest child. His heart twisted as he thought of his beloved sister and all that had befallen her. A fire burned in his breast, one fueled by rage and helplessness.
He looked into his naneth’s eyes and nodded. Sometimes he wondered if she knew what dwelled deep in his heart. He had never told her of his parting with the twins. In truth, none but his ada, Lord Celeborn, knew the truth of it. Yet, he had a feeling she knew. Galadriel was aware of all that transpired in her woods.
Therefore, it was with a guarded heart that Haldir led Arwen’s guard out of Lothlorien on her journey home to Imladris. Whatever he might have felt was hidden behind a mask of cold regard and diligent alertness. He planned to keep to himself and have as little contact with them as possible. Haldir would not put himself in a position to be hurt so deeply a second time.
Carefully locked behind walls he’d built so long ago, he approached the home of his first loves with an air of confidence and pride. They had encountered little danger on the way from Lothlorien, a fact that greatly pleased Haldir. He did not wish to endanger Arwen in the midst of a battle.
The arched walls and towering waterfalls stole his breath for a moment. The beauty of Imladris was dimmed only by his love for his home. Spring thrived here as it did in the Golden Wood. They rode up to the main building where Lord Elrond awaited them. The lord’s face broke into a wide grin as he held his arms open for his daughter. With a laugh, she ran into them.
“Ah Arwen,” he said. “It is so good to have you home again.”
“I have missed you Ada,” she answered.
“I see your grandmother chose only her best to escort you home,” he smiled as he looked at the three galadhrim. It had been many years since he had last seen the brothers and it lightened his heart if only a little bit. “Welcome to Imladris.”
“Hannon le Hiren,” Haldir said smoothly as he and his brothers gave small bows. “It is an honor and a privilege to be here.”
“Ah Haldir,” Elrond chuckled. “Ever well spoken. Come take your ease. Lord Erestor has prepared rooms for you and your men. This evening we will feast in the honor of my daughter’s return and your first visit to Imladris.”
“He is here,” came a soft voice from the balcony.
“I know,” Elladan sighed. “I watched him arrive.”
“How does he look?” his brother asked.
“Cold,” the older twin answered. “Proud, strong… and more beautiful than any elf has the right to be. More breath taking than Glorfindel and our grandmother combined.”
“You feel it?” Elrohir said as he slid from the tree branch onto the balcony floor.
“I feel nothing,” Elladan said stiffly as he pulled his tunic and shirt over his head, tossing them to the floor.
“You are lying toren vain,” Elrohir answered as he wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist. He laid his cheek against his twin’s shoulder. “However, I will forgive you.”
“Can you not see ‘Ro? Has he not made it clear?” the older ground out.
“Did you expect him to run into our arms upon our return?” Elrohir murmured, his lips brushing over the smooth skin. “We broke his heart ‘Dan.”
“Do you anticipate him behaving any differently here than he did in the Golden wood? Do you imagine that he will change his mind simply because he is in our home?” Elladan said, his fingers dancing lightly over his brother’s arm. “He will avoid us as much as he possibly can. I doubt he will speak to or even look upon us if he has a choice.”
“And it hurts,” Elrohir whispered.
“Yes,” Elladan answered, turning his head as tears pricked the back of his eyes. “It hurts.”
“Is this my brother I hold in my arms?” Elrohir said suddenly, spinning his twin around to face him. “What have you done with Elladan?”
“What are you on about ‘Ro. You know it is I,” the older twin answered.
“Surely not. My brother would not give up hope so easily,” he teased. “He would not abandon the pursuit simply because it was difficult.”
“I would say it was time to give up after several centuries of failure,” Elladan snorted.
“Ah but here we have the advantage,” the younger twin grinned. There was a wicked gleam in his gray eyes. “This is our home. We know every nook and cranny. By the Valar, we have discovered every place there is to hide here. He will not elude us.”
“You sound as if you have a plan,” Elladan said, his eyebrow rising in a perfect imitation of their father’s.
“Oh not only do I have a plan, brother mine, I have accomplices,” Elrohir grinned.
“Accomplices?” Elladan questioned.
“If there is one thing that can be counted on, it is the interference of family in one’s love life,” came the cheerful answer.
“You are mad ‘Ro. Absolutely insane. Rúmil and Orophin? They are not likely to help us with Haldir.” Elladan snapped as he jerked out of his brother’s arms and flopped on the bed.
“Do not be so quick to doubt me melui nin,” Elrohir purred as he climbed onto the bed and straddled his brother’s waist. His light sleep pants did nothing to hide his growing erection.
“Just the thought of him arouses you,” Elladan whispered as he stroked light fingers over the cloth-covered flesh.
“I remember,” Elrohir breathed softly letting his eyes fall closed as his twin stroked him, taking him higher. “The way it felt. I never thought to feel such intensity with any but you. I did not realize until much …oh yes like that… much later that it… by the valar… was more.”
For a few moments, the room was silent save for the soft whispers and whimpers passing Elrohir’s lips. He savored the touch of his brother’s fingers on him but ached for the feel of flesh against flesh.
In perfect understanding, Elladan reached around and tapped his brother’s bottom, signaling Elrohir to rise to his knees. Then he slowly slid the soft fabric over lean hips. Wrapping one hand around the hard shaft bobbing over him, he reached down with the other and quickly undid his leggings. He knew what his twin needed and knew that, at the moment, only he could give it to him.
Elrohir whimpered as he felt his twin’s cock teasing between his buttocks. Leaning down, he claimed identical lips in a searing kiss as he shifted his hips to place the head against his opening.
“Wicked toren dithen,’ Elladan chuckled as he felt the slippery flesh. “You started without me.”
“I did not want to wait to feel your cock inside me,” the younger brother murmured as he nipped his way down Elladan’s neck. “Saes meleth.”
Gripping Elrohir’s hips firmly, the older warrior pushed upward. Often he would claim his brother in one fast hard stroke, just the way he liked it, but not this morning. This time he made sure to thrust slowly, letting Elrohir feel every inch of his rigid shaft sliding into his slick passage. Slowly he pumped his hips, savoring the pleasure that danced across his twin’s face. He loved to watch him.
A loud whimper escaped his lips as Elladan made love to him. He wanted faster, harder. He needed the damned pants to be gone so he could move. Shifting on top of Elladan, he was surprised when the grip on his hips hardened.
“Oh no, brother mine,” Elladan purred.
“But ‘Dan,” he pleaded. “I need… ah… to move… to… saes meleth. “
“I like how tight you feel this way. Your moans and whimpers set my blood boiling. I love sinking my cock into your ass and making you scream my name as you come.” The low voice murmured.
“Saes ‘Dan…” Elrohir whimpered.
The next thing the younger twin knew, he was on his back with his knees pressed to his chest and his brother sinking into his passage to the hilt. A scream of pleasure tore its way free as the hard cock inside him dragged across his sweet spot in one long slide.
“Just like that,” Elladan chuckled softly.
“Saes Elladan, melethen,” Elrohir begged.
His brother could not refuse him. With a growl of broken control, Elladan picked up the pace, pounding into the tight opening. The sudden change set his twin rocketing up the mountain of pleasure and cries echoed through the room.
“Come for me ‘Ro nin,” he growled as he continued his assault. “Come for me faeren. Let me hear your pleasure.”
What else could he do but give his brother what he wanted. Elrohir’s neck arched as he screamed, his cock spasming as it shot his seed over his thighs and stomach. His muscles contracted hard, pulling Elladan with him and Elrohir moaned as he felt the hot essence of his twin coating his insides in pulsating shots.
Elladan threw back his head as he emptied into the taut channel milking his cock. Two names echoed through his mind as his peak took him, two names that meant his heart and soul.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting. Elladan shifted, pulling out of his brother and gathering him into his arms. They simply held each other as they slowly calmed.
“Why does it seem,” Elladan murmured as he placed a kiss on Elrohir’s temple. “That something is missing when we were whole before?”
“Because something IS missing ‘Dan,” Elrohir said softly. “Where once we thought we were whole, now we are woefully incomplete.”
“But how can that be? I do not understand this emptiness. I have you, my twin, why would I need more?”
“We knew no better when we first recognized and accepted our love, faeren. All we had experienced was each other. There was no one to show us there was more. Nevertheless, there is more and in our ignorance, we turned it away, turned him away and broke his heart. We need Haldir, Elladan. He completes us and our hearts knew it. Our minds were not so smart.”
“He will never be a part of us Elrohir,” Elladan whispered softly, tears sliding slowly down his face one by one. “He will never forgive us.”
“We must try meleth,” Elrohir answered as he wrapped himself around his brother. “We must try.”
“Where once I felt only the pull of your soul to mine, I now feel tugged in another direction,” the older twin admitted. “I will always be able to find you and I could find him too. The strand is so taut it hurts a physical ache within my body. I keep waiting for it to snap, to feel the excruciating pain of its severing.”
“We will not let that happen whether it takes several more days or several more centuries, we will convince Haldir that we made a terrible mistake. We will find a way to make him believe our love is real, that our hearts are true and that he is what we need to make us complete.”
“I wish I could have your faith,” Elladan whispered. “But when I attempt to travel down that strand, to touch him, I run into nothing but cold and ice.”
“Then we will simply have to thaw him out,” Elrohir growled. “I will not lose him again, nor will I lose you.”
“And they say I am the stubborn one,” came the weak jest.
“Rest now,” Elrohir murmured as he grabbed the coverlet and pulled it over them both, heedless of their sticky state. “We have our work cut out for us and we will need our energy.”
‘And, apparently, accomplices.”
“Most definitely. Our heart is almost as stubborn as we are.” Elrohir chuckled. “But so VERY worth it.”
“Slut.”
“I tell only the truth, now sleep.”
“Bossy Slut.”
“Shush Elladan,” Elrohir chuckled.
Lord Glorfindel of Imladris had lived many centuries in both his lifetimes. He had seen much in those years. The golden warrior was observant to an uncanny extent. Therefore, he knew the intrigue being set in motion in his home. Perhaps it was the time he spent in the Halls of Mandos or perhaps it was just that he knew the twins so very well. Either way, he knew they were planning something.
They had changed the moment the Lothlorien party had arrived. Elrohir had a spring in his step that had been missing for many years and Elladan was quieter than normal, almost as if he were scared of frightening someone or something off. Yet, both of them held a feeling of fear and anxiety as if whatever their goal was extremely important to their well-being.
“They are up to something,” he said as he lightly stroked a hand down his beloved’s spine.
“Aye they are,” Erestor agreed. “I do not know if it is wise or foolish.”
“The other two, Orophin and Rúmil, are in on their schemes,” Glorfindel said, his lips brushing the councilor’s bare shoulders.
How he loved the taste of his beloved’s skin, the feel of it against his body. Slowly he wrapped Erestor in his strong arms, drawing him into his embrace. Resting his head against the raven wing silk of his lover’s hair, he closed his eyes and savored the sensation.
“I fear Haldir is their target,” Erestor sighed, closing his dark eyes in pleasure at the feel of Glorfindel holding him.
“The Marchwarden seems very cold,” the warrior whispered. “He has been hurt. I can see it in his eyes. It still causes him pain.”
“You have watched him?” Erestor asked.
“Aye,” the seneschal answered. “There is a feeling about him, something I have felt before, and it sends shivers of dread down my spine.”
Immediately, long slender arms moved to wrap around him. He smiled against Erestor’s hair and slowly began working them back to their bed. The golden warrior grinned as they fell to the mattress. He laid a light kiss on Erestor’s nose before turning his attention to the feast of luminescent skin laid before him.
“We will have to keep an eye on the five of them,” Erestor
breathed as his lover’s lips wrapped around one taut nipple.
“That we will,” Glorfindel purred, smiling as his darkling arched beneath him. “But for now, I wish you to just feel melethen.”
“Then stop talking so much,” the councilor demanded, his fingers burying in the mass of golden waves spilling over his body.
The twins faced several weeks of failed attempts at cornering their elusive prey. The Marchwarden was cunning and resourceful. He never allowed them to get him alone. He was a warrior and hunter just as much as they were.
What Haldir never expected was for his brothers to plot against him. The thought never even crossed his mind when his efforts to avoid Elladan and Elrohir started to be unsuccessful. He had to change his habits several times. His evening reading in the library became late night. His walks through the gardens early in the morning became random times throughout the day. Everywhere he turned, they were there, watching him, staring at him, cajoling him with their eyes.
Ah how beautiful they were. He could feel the ache of his heart through its protective barrier of ice. His body longed for their touch, his mouth watered for their taste. He could remember every moment spent in their arms, pure ecstasy. His dreams became filled with memories and each morning he awoke hard and wanting. The strain was beginning to show. How much longer could he refuse them? It was so much easier when he knew the lay of the land better than they. Now he was at a disadvantage.
Each day Haldir withdrew more and more. He barely said a word during meals and departed as soon as was polite. More often than not, he was in his room, forsaking the sunshine. He lost his appetite. His eyes lost their gleam. The sadness inside him grew, becoming a rock in his chest, pushing everything else out.
Trying to rouse himself from the melancholy that surrounded him, Haldir took a now rare trip to the library. It was very late in the evening and the household had already gone to bed. Yet, he could not sleep, would not. His dreams were filled with the twins, tormenting him to the point where no rest was received.
Pulling a blanket from the overstuffed couch near the fireplace, he wrapped himself in it and opened the book. Shivering slightly, he tried to lose himself in the words. When had he started to feel the cold? Shaking his head, Haldir put the thought aside and tried once more to focus.
“You are shivering,” a soft voice came.
Haldir jerked his head around to see Elrohir leaning on the back of the couch, his head resting on the back of his hands. He could do nothing but stare into those mesmerizing gray eyes. His head snapped around when light fingers ran through his hair. Elladan knelt beside the couch, concern clearly written on his face.
“You are so pale,” he whispered.
“It is none of your concern,” he said, finally finding his voice.
“But it is our concern,” Elrohir began.
“More than you know,” Elladan finished.
They came around the couch as Haldir rose swiftly to his feet. On either side of him, they knew he could not escape without going by one of them. They had him trapped between the couch and the fireplace.
“Saes Haldir,” the younger began. “Listen, if only for a moment.”
“Why? What else is there to say between us?” the silver elf demanded coldly. “You made yourselves perfectly clear several centuries
ago.”
“No,” Elladan said, taking a step closer. “What we did was make assumptions about our bond and what we needed.”
“Haldir,” Elrohir began. “When we met you, we had only acknowledged our feelings for each other a short time before. We knew it was strong and we knew it was soul deep. All around us there were bonded couples; couples, Haldir, not triads. We did not think such a thing was possible.”
“I do not want to hear this,” Haldir growled, trying to push by the younger twin. Elladan immediately wrapped his arms around the Marchwarden from behind. They struggled against one another until they fell against the couch, sliding to the floor. Quickly Elrohir caught hold of them, easing all three down to the stone floor.
“You will hear it Haldir,” Elladan growled. “I am tired to death of chasing you and if I have to pin you bodily to the floor, you will hear us out.”
“Elladan,” ‘Ro began softly, sensing the turmoil within Haldir.
“I cannot go on like this “Ro,” the older twin answered. “At the very least, he can listen. That is all I want at this point. I hold no hope for more.”
“Hope?” Haldir snapped. “What do you know of hope? Or hopelessness?”
He struggled against his captor, writhing his body and attempting to strike until Elrohir jumped on him and sat across his legs. Still the silver elf struggled. He had to get away. He could not be near them without the pain twisting in his heart all over again. Each time he saw them, a knife stabbed through his chest. Every time he saw their hands entwined, he was reminded of what he would never have. There would be no others for him.
Elrohir grabbed hold of Haldir’s head, one hand on either side of his face. He straddled his hips and touched his forehead to the galadhel’s. Softly he began to whisper to him, soothing words meant to calm the racing of his heart and mind.
“Easy melethen,” he said. “You must calm yourself or neither one of us will let you go.”
“You have never let me go. You are in my mind and in my dreams. You haunt my every waking moment. I cannot escape this torment. I cannot run fast enough nor fight hard enough to drive the pain from my heart.” Haldir murmured the cracks in his walls growing slowly wider and wider. “I will never be free of you.”
“Do you truly wish to be free of us?” Elladan whispered as a chill swept through him.
“Oh Haldir,” Elrohir said softly. “Do you not see? Can you not hear it in your heart? Our hearts? We cannot be without you. You are the one that completes us. We will wither without you.”
“Nay,” came the barely audible response as Haldir’s eyes fluttered closed. “You will have… each… other… I will… have… no… one.”
“Elrohir,” Elladan whispered the tone of his voice frantic. “He is so very cold. I… I cannot feel his fea. It…”
Suddenly he cried out as pain ripped through him, drowning out his brother’s gasp. Elrohir clutched at his chest as excruciating pain lanced through him. He looked at his twin and his beloved. Both were unconscious, barely breathing.
For a moment, panic seized him in its deadly grip. He could not lose them. He just could not. Jumping to his feet, he launched himself over the couch and out the library door. Elrohir ran to the family wing, screaming for his ada at the top of his lungs. When he reached the door, he pounded on it furiously.
“What in the world,” Elrond groused as he opened the door. The words faded as he saw the stricken look in his son’s eyes. “Where is Elladan?”
“The library… with Haldir. Ada… please, I beg you, save them. I do not know what is happening but it hurts. Like my body is being ripped apart.” Elrohir cried before doubling over with the sensations piercing through him.
Immediately Elrond grabbed his son as Glorfindel and Erestor came running up the hall. The seneschal quickly surveyed the scene and took the younger peredhel from his father.
“You two go get Elladan and Haldir,” Glorfindel ordered. “I will meet you in the Healing wing. We must hurry for I fear we will be battling Námo this night.”
Not two minutes later, the three young warriors were ensconced in beds. Covers were piled high while Elrond examined them one by one. Fear filled his heart but he would not let it shake his hands or cloud his mind. Too much depended on it.
He was pulling the covers back up to Haldir’s chin when Erestor returned with Rúmil and Orophin. By the looks in their eyes, he could tell they were guilty about something.
“I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan?” he said as he rose from his seat. “Care to explain what is going on here?”
“We… we just wanted Haldir to be happy,” Rúmil said. “He was miserable without Elrohir and Elladan.”
“This is not something that can be so easily fixed,” Glorfindel said resting a hand on the young galadhel’s shoulder. “Had they been able to talk sooner, it might not be so serious now.”
“Haldir would not talk to them,” Orophin answered quietly, staring at his brother’s pale face. “He was too stubborn. He would not have believed them so close to the event itself.”
“Will we lose our brother Lord Elrond?” Rúmil asked hesitantly.
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” the lord returned.
Elrond made the necessary arrangements. All the while, he cursed the stubbornness of young ellyn. Each time he ventured deep within, he found the same answer to his question. Part of him wished there was another way; the other part knew there wasn’t. In order to insure Haldir’s survival, Elrond would have to bind his fea with that of the twins. He had given too much to grief and sorrow.
“Elrohir?” he called as he came back into himself.
“I am here Ada,” the younger twin responded weakly. Of the three, he was the only one capable of speech.
“How long have you known Haldir was your soul mate?” the lord asked.
“About a month after we left Lothlórien the time of his majority. We did not realize it until then,” Elrohir answered, a blush staining his pale cheeks. “Things just were not the same. There was something, or rather someone, missing.”
“And Elladan?”
“He had lost hope not long ago. He did not think Haldir would even speak to us while he was here. The ache was stronger for him. He could feel the tug of Haldir’s fea to his own and it was painful,” Elrohir explained.
“Why did neither of you come to me?” Elrond asked as he set some herbs to burning.
“We did not know… I did not know this would happen. All we wanted to do was talk to him Ada. We only wanted a chance to explain… to perhaps heal the breech and be allowed to love him as we love each other,” tears streamed down his face. “We did not mean to hurt him… yet it is all we seem to do.”
“Do not think such!” Elrond growled. “Do not give in to sorrow Elrohir or all of you will be lost. Do not give up.”
“Why did Elladan feel it so strongly Ada?” his son asked.
“He felt it more because he lost hope. You two have made a right fine mess of this. There is only one way to save Haldir’s life and it will have long reaching consequences if he rejects the two of you,” Elrond muttered.
“What are you going to do?” Glorfindel asked. He had been standing guard over his lord and would continue to do so until everything was returned to normal.
“I will have to bind their faer. If I do not, Haldir fades. He will drag Elladan with him and in turn, Elrohir,” the lord explained. “My sons, being the stubborn brats they are, will be able to keep the Marchwarden anchored to this world. I do not envy them when Haldir wakes.”
“Neither do I,” Glorfindel muttered.
Elrond worked quickly, traveling the spiritual road. His task was not an easy one. He had to reach Haldir’s spirit before it made it to the Halls. He would prefer not to have to battle Námo for a soul this night, much less three.
Glorfindel caught his lord as Elrond slid from the chair. Slowly stormy gray eyes opened exhaustion evident in their depths.
“It… is… done,” the peredhel answered before slipping into unconsciousness.
“I truly hate when he does this,” Glorfindel muttered as he scooped the healer up into his arms. He nodded to one of the assistants before carrying the lord to his rooms. Erestor was waiting at the door.
“Overdid it again?” the councilor questioned.
“Does he not always? Although, this time it is perfectly understandable with the twins at stake,” the seneschal replied. “Would you mind sitting with them. I think a friendly face would be welcome when they awaken. I seriously doubt Haldir’s will wear that expression. He is as stubborn as they are.”
“Elbereth help them all,” Erestor answered as he departed. Relief swept through him. The twins would be okay… they may not have an easy life after this, but they would have a life.