Title:
Away With You
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: R
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir
Beta: Eni
Summary: Rather than be parted the twins leave
Imladris and all that they have ever known behind. Their quest
to find a place where they can be together will take them to the
other side of Middle Earth.
Warnings: Twincest – Elladan/Elrohir and
Eluréd/Elurín
Author Notes: The
tale that Elladan tells is not a perfect retelling, nor is it
meant to be. It is a young Elf trying to remember his lessons!
Also - smut! At last, huh? ;)
Chapter
8
Eluréd noticed Elladan’s shock,
but thought that he was simply surprised at their age. It was
probably for the best though, for Elladan could not have explained
at that moment and he let Eluréd go on with his story.
“When
the Sons of Fëanor attacked the city, Elurín and
I were abandoned in the nearby woods, to be caught by predators
or starve to death. But the Valar were looking out for us that
day and even as we wandered deeper into the dangers of that
wood, we found salvation.
Her
name was Rosa and she was a human woman of some thirty years.
She had fled her home for the love of another woman –
a forbidden thing amongst her people. However, tragedy had struck
and her partner had died the previous winter of a fever. She
had been wandering alone ever since.
We
were not her kind, but we were kindred spirits, lonely souls
seeking some comfort in life. She took us under her wing, raising
us as we travelled, teaching us how to survive in the wilderness,
even at a young age.
Eventually,
after some three years of wandering, we found this place. As
soon as we entered the glade, we knew we had found a place to
stay. We built the first huts then, slowly transforming the
land into a place to call home.
Rosa
knew she would not live much past our majority, if that, so
lessons were intense as she prepared us for living alone. Still,
she found time to show us love and we came to look upon her
as a mother.
Even
with her lessons, it was hard when she died. She had been our
comfort and our rock for so long being without her was almost
physically painful. For a hundred years, we were alone here.
It was around that time that we became lovers as well.”
Elladan
listened, almost hypnotised as a lost history was revealed to
him, secrets that only a handful of people on Arda knew.
“After
those hundred years, Anórthad and his wife came into
our lives. They too had been wandering, searching for a place
where they could love each other without fear. We accepted them,
knowing even then that our own love was – different. They
in turn did not judge us and the beginnings of a community started.
Over
the years, several waifs and strays have come here. I believe
the Valar guide those who need sanctuary to us, be they Elves,
Men or any other race. This place is a haven for those who cannot
find happiness in the outside world.”
Here
he stopped, leaving Elladan speechless. The tale was almost
too unbelievable, yet he knew it was the truth. To think, everyone
thought they were dead, not alive and thriving in a secluded
community, far from their homeland.
“Your
fate is almost legend,” he told them quietly. “People
have been wondering for centuries what became of you. Most thought
you had died in the wilderness.”
“We
would have too, if not for Rosa,” Elurín said quietly.
“As it was we lost much, never even knowing the fate of
the rest of our family.”
Elladan
was silent for a long moment, as he considered his next words.
He wished desperately that Elrohir was awake, his brother was
so much better at these things. But he was not awake and so
he would have to do his best.
“I
can tell you, if you wish it,” he said. “In fact,
it is a tale connected to my own.”
This
response got the attention of the other twins and they both
urged him to tell them all he knew.
Luckily
it was now dusk and already the glow of Eärendil could
be seen within the sky. Turning to the window, Elladan pointed
towards it. “That star,” he said, “what do
you know about it?”
“Only
a little,” Elurín replied. “Only that is
it the brightest star in the sky and that its presence has comforted
us since it first appeared, though we know not why.”
“It
is called Eärendil,” Elladan said softly, “and
it was not always a star. Eärendil was of Elven blood,
the son of the Lord and Lady of Gondolin. Gondolin fell just
a few years after Doriath and he was one of the few who survived.
He was taken to Sirion, where he grew up.” Here Elladan
paused, not knowing quite how to explain the next part. “It
was there that he met his future wife: Elwing.”
Both
twins stared at him in shock. Neither spoke, words utterly failing
them.
Feeling
awkward, Elladan stared at the floor and continued with his
tale. “They wed and had two children… twin boys
named Elrond and Elros. I have been told they were happy for
a time, though Eärendil was often away. But your sister
still had the Silmaril and when the Sons of Fëanor discovered
that, they attacked.”
“Aye…
please tell me she did not die!” Eluréd begged,
desperate not to hear that his sister had met her end at the
hands of the Fëanorions. They had hoped for so very long
that she had survived.
“She
did not die,” Elladan affirmed, smiling at the look of
utter relief of their faces. “Though she was lucky. To
protect the Silmaril, she cast herself with it into the sea.
She should have died, but Ulmo turned her into a bird and she
flew over the sea to Eärendil. On his ship they reached
Valinor and begged the Valar for aid. They agreed and sent an
army, but Eärendil and Elwing could not return to Arda.
Instead they were asked to choose, as they were both half-Elven,
whether they wished to live the lives of Elves or of Men. Both
chose to be Elven, though their children – and their grandchildren
– would also have to make that choice. Then Eärendil
was sent to sail the skies – his light is the Silmaril
your sister had. It is said that Elwing lives in a tall tower
on the shores of Aman and every night becomes a bird and flies
to him.”
At
last he fell silent, hoping he’d covered everything save
for the fact that they were also family. That was harder to
say, though he knew not why.
However
there was one other thing he had forgotten to mention –
or rather neglected, since he thought the twins had known.
“What
of our parents?” Eluréd asked curiously. “What
became of them?”
Elladan
looked surprised for a moment, yet the look swiftly gave way
to sadness. “Forgive me, I thought you knew,” he
said softly. “I am sad to say they died in the fall of
Doriath.”
There
was silence for a moment and then Elurín spoke up. “We
had suspected it, for I saw the way my father fought with Celegorm;
it was a fight to the death. As for my mother – she was
no warrior. We were separated from her early on in the attack
and never saw her again.”
Elwing was the only one we had ever really held out hope for.
Yet to hear you say it, it makes it real and it hurts a little.”
He
leaned back against his twin, who pulled him close as they both
absorbed the truths they had waited so long to hear. Elladan
however, had not finished.
“Celegorm
also died that day, by your father’s hand. But not all
of Fëanor’s sons were unfeeling. It is said that
Maedhros himself searched for you after Celegorm’s servants
left you for dead, though obviously he failed. Years later,
after the attack on Sirion left your sister’s children
alone, it was Maglor who took them in and raised them for many
years.”
“Eru…”
Elurín murmured, feeling as though his entire world was
spinning. He and his twin had spent so long hating the sons
of Fëanor; it was hard to imagine them doing any good deeds.
“There
is one other thing,” Elladan said, looking up at them
now. “Elros fell in love with a mortal woman and bound
his fate to hers, though he lived longer than most Men. But
Elrond loved an Elf maid and married her. She bore him three
children: one girl and two boys - twin boys.” He smiled
a little at Eluréd and Elurín, to see if they
would pick up on it.
They
did. Eluréd sat up sharply, staring wide-eyed at Elladan,
while Elurín let out a gasp.
“You
and your brother…” Eluréd said, looking from
one to the other.
Elladan
nodded. “Aye, we are the sons of your sister’s child.
And though our life at home was not a happy one, I am glad to
find family here.”
Without
a moment’s hesitation, Eluréd stepped away from
his twin to pull Elladan into a warm embrace. “As are
we,” he said smiling broadly as Elurín also came
over, wrapping his good arm around Elladan. “More than
we can ever say.”
Greatly
relieved, Elladan returned the hugs, feeling suddenly tired.
He had been worried about so much for so long that now he was
finally safe and could relax, his body was ready to shut down.
“I
would hear more about your home life,” Eluréd began
and then stopped as he looked at the younger Elf. Though not
right now. Rest, young one, we will talk again soon.”
Gently
he guided Elladan into the bed beside Elrohir and pulled the
blanket over him. “Sleep well… nephew,” he
whispered, impulsively kissing Elladan on the cheek.
Elladan
smiled, the use of the word warming his heart unexpectedly.
“I will, uncle,” he replied, his eyes sparkling.
How strange and yet wonderful to have family who knew their
darkest secret and judged them not, for their own secret was
the same.
The
elder twins stepped back, assured that the younger were comfortable,
and went to leave. At the door though, Eluréd stopped.
“Elladan…” The Peredhil blinked, already half
asleep, and looked at Eluréd.
“Yes?”
he replied, trying to stay awake.
“The
choice you spoke of… to be Elven - or of Mankind…
does it apply to us as well?”
Elurín
looked surprised that he’d asked but said nothing, waiting
for Elladan’s answer.
“That
is not something I have an answer to,” Elladan replied.
“It started with your sister and passed down through her
line… but whether it was extended to you when it was first
offered, I do not know.”
“I
see… well, thank you anyway, Elladan, you have set much
to rest tonight. Sleep well.”
With
that he placed his hand on his brother’s back, gently
guiding him out of the room and leaving Elladan to his well
earned rest.
*******************
Some
hours later in their own bed, Eluréd lay quietly with
his arms encircling his brother. Elurín’s dark
hair tickled his chest, yet he barely noticed it. He was deep
in thought, his eyes distant as the world around him slipped
away.
Elurín
noticed this and let him be for a time, content to lie in Eluréd’s
arms. Yet eventually he could take no more of the silence. “What
troubles you, brother?” he asked, his voice calling Eluréd
back to the present.
“The
choice,” he admitted, tightening his hold on his brother.
“Of all the things we have learned today, that is what
weighs most heavily on my mind.”
“I
have thought about it also,” Elurín agreed. “My
brother – I have no wish to be mortal. We may not have
lived amongst our people for centuries uncounted, but my heart
is still Elven.”
Eluréd
let out an audible sigh of relief at this statement. “Thank
Eru,” he said. “I had feared that after all those
we have seen leave us, immortality might not appeal to you in
the face of an alternative. I am glad it is not so, for I too
wish to remain Elven. Though had you chosen otherwise, I would
have followed you.”
Turning
in his brother’s arms, Elurín kissed Eluréd
lovingly. “As I would have followed you.”
Bringing
his good arm up, Elurín caressed his brother’s
face. “Make love to me...” he whispered, brushing
his lips against those of his sibling.
Eluréd’s
eyes fluttered closed as he savoured the kiss, though he looked
worried. “Your arm…” he murmured, fearful
that he would further injure Elurín.
“You
have never hurt me before, you will not now,” he whispered,
deepening the kiss. “Eluréd…”
Unable
to resist, Eluréd nodded, moving the blankets off them
and pushing Elurín down gently into the pillows. Already
naked, Elurín was bared instantly to his brother’s
view, utterly perfect in Eluréd’s eyes, save the
broken arm his twin had suffered.
Maybe
it was true, or maybe not, but Eluréd thought his brother
far more attractive then himself. Elurín’s eyes
always seemed brighter than his, his laughter more infectious,
his smile more dazzling.
But
then, Elurín felt exactly the same way about Eluréd.
Eluréd
ran his hands over the smooth skin of his brother’s chest
and stomach, smiling at his twin as he lay, relaxed and content
against the pillows, mindful of the broken arm.
Bending
his head, he placed several gentle kisses on Elurín’s
stomach, moving his hands to caress his twin’s thighs,
causing the younger Elf to moan softly and open his legs wider
in a silent plea for more.
Smiling,
Eluréd raised his twin’s knees and slipped a pillow
underneath to raise him up a little, allowing him better access
to the waiting body. Then without further hesitation he slipped
a finger inside, swiftly followed by another as he prepared
the way, his actions causing his twin to squirm and moan beneath
him.
“Eluréd,
please,” Elurín whimpered, his soft voice sending
a wave of desire through his brother.
Eluréd
needed no more encouragement than that. He reached for the ever-present
bottle of oil on the side, flipping it open. The soft scent
of the flowers from which the oil was made surrounded them as
he slicked a generous amount on his aching length, before casting
the bottle aside swiftly and entering Elurín’s
body with one smooth thrust.
His
hands either side of his twin’s, Eluréd’s
head hung down, his long dark hair brushing his brother’s
chest. He smiled as Elurín gasped in pleasure and pushed
back against him almost immediately, eager to feel and be filled.
Answering
the unspoken plea, he began to move slowly, sliding in and out
with care, making sure to touch the sweet spot within Elurín’s
body with each thrust.
Elurín
gasped and moaned as he watched his brother’s skilful
movements, his good hand fisting in the sheets as he arched
up to meet the thrusts. His eyes closed as let the world around
him fall away, surrendering completely to the sensations of
their lovemaking.
Hard
and fast, slow and gentle, Eluréd changed the pace to
keep his brother on the edge for as long as he could. He loved
this, the times when they were joined, whole. When nothing existed
besides the other and their whole world was contained within
their bodies. He watched, as Elurín moved gradually towards
his climax, his face flushed and eyes closed. Reaching out he
took his brother’s arousal in his hand and stroked it
as he moved.
His
brother was driving him to insanity and Elurín loved
it. Touched inside and out, nothing else mattered. Words were
beyond him, yet the sounds of pleasure he made said all that
was needed. As his twin touched the pleasure spot within him
once more he pressed into Eluréd’s hand, his breath
becoming erratic as his need intensified; his release imminent.
Eluréd
too knew he could not hold back much longer and he moved ever
faster towards completion. He stroked Elurín’s
length as he thrust into him one last time, before letting out
a hoarse cry and filling his twin with his seed. Barely a moment
later Elurín screamed his name, covering them both with
his own essence as he climaxed.
Trembling
a little in the aftermath of his release, Eluréd carefully
slid out of his twin’s body and moved to the side, pulling
Elurín into his arms. Brushing a stand of hair from the
younger Elf’s face, he kissed him softly.
“I
love you,” he whispered.
Elurín
smiled, returning the kiss and curling up as Eluréd pulled
the blankets over them again.
“I
love you also. Rest now, I think tomorrow will be a busy day.”
Eluréd
nodded and they both relaxed, drifting into reverie within moments.
END
CHAPTER 8
