As far as Rúmil was concerned, he was just glad his time was over and he could go home. He had missed his brothers terribly these past months and he wanted nothing more than to be back with them.

He brushed a dirty strand of hair from his face as he walked down the forest path to his home, happy that he would soon be able to get clean again. Thank the Valar that he would not have to go back to the eastern border again for at least another two centuries, unless some disaster struck.

Grinning at the sight of his talan, he quickly ascended the tall tree and stepped inside.
“Haldir, Orophin!” He called out to his brothers, eager to see them.

However, his call was met with silence and he frowned. Surely they were home? There was always at least one of them there to greet another after an extended time away.

Confused, he went to hang up his cloak, only to find a small table that was usually in the main room placed under his peg. On the table was a glass of warm wine – and a note.

Hanging his cloak on top of Haldir’s, he took a long draught of the wine before opening the note. The message contained within was simple and cryptic:

//Go into the main room, where what you need awaits you//

Intrigued, Rúmil quickly finished the wine and headed into the central room of the large talan.

His face lit up as he saw the table, laid for one, with a metal dish already covering a large plate. Another glass of wine was there too, side-by-side with a second note.
Eagerly he opened it, revealing a message much clearer than the last:

//We hope this is what you wanted. Enjoy it and then come into the bathroom//

Lifting the cover off the plate, Rúmil’s mouth began to water. Clearly a great deal of effort had gone into preparing this - his favourite meal. Glazed venison, fresh vegetables, creamed potatoes and a thick red wine sauce filled the dish almost to overflowing. It was always Rúmil’s favourite, but now, after not having had a decent meal in six months, it took on new heights.

Sitting down, he quickly tucked in; savouring every mouthful despite being eager to see what was planned for him in the bathroom. He wouldn’t waste this by eating too quickly – it was far too good and he made a note to properly thank those responsible.

Have eaten and drunk the second glass of wine, Rúmil was already feeling much happier. It was with eager anticipation that he went into the bathroom – to be met with another delightful surprise.

The bath was full of steaming water, bubbles from foaming essence floating on the top. Warm, vanilla-scented candles lit the room, giving it a cosy feel. A towel had been laid out for him, next to yet another glass of wine. Rúmil had to laugh – he’d be quite drunk before the evening was over if things kept going on like they were.

There was no note this time though and he wondered what that meant. However, the bath was far too inviting, so he decided to just get in and see what happened next.
Quickly he peeled his dirty uniform from his body and stepped into the bath, sighing in delight as the warm water caressed his body.

Sinking further into the water, he closed his eyes and relaxed.

It was then that he felt the warm hands on his shoulders, rubbing his tired muscles gently before beginning to wash his back. He smiled, leaning back into the touch and not bothering to open his eyes. He knew who it was; he’d felt those hands on his body many times before.

“Why?” He murmured, a soft smile playing about his face.

“Are you complaining?” Haldir replied, amusement lacing his voice.

“Certainly not!” Rúmil laughed. “I just – wondered.”

“We missed you.” A simple reply, though not from Haldir.

Rúmil opened one eye, smiling at Orophin, who wore nothing but a pair of leggings, as he perched at the far end of the bath.
As he watched, Orophin reached into the water, lifting up one of Rúmil’s feet and washing it with a soft cloth.

“I could get used to this,” he mumbled, as his brothers pampered him.

Haldir laughed lightly, leaning forward to nip the tip of Rúmil’s ear lightly.
“Don’t relax too much, brother,” he whispered, “this is only the beginning.”

Rúmil shivered at the touch and the promise of things to come. He had felt terribly lonely these past months and unlike some of the other warriors, he would not take a fellow soldier to bed to relive his tensions during his rest hours. He had on occasion sought release from his own hand, but it was far from the sensations he craved.

Not that he regretted his choice. The three of them had been lovers as well as brothers for the past eight hundred years and exclusive for the previous six hundred. All three had admitted on various occasions since then that they had never been happier. Rúmil simply didn’t want the touch of anyone other than his brothers. Now at last, he was getting his wish.

“I can hardly wait,” he replied, laughing a little as he turned his face towards Haldir, smiling as he saw that he too wore nothing more than leggings.
Instantly the eldest captured Rúmil’s lips in a deep kiss, his tongue slipping easily inside his brother’s willing mouth.

The sight caused Orophin to pause in his self-appointed task of washing Rúmil’s feet, taking in the vision his brothers made. Smiling to himself he moved round the tub, still gently holding Rúmil’s foot, until he could run the cloth up the length of his brother’s leg.
“That feels good, ‘Phin,” Rúmil said, his voice soft as the gentle action made his skin tingle.

Orophin chuckled; continuing his task until there wasn’t a single spot of grime left and then moved to wash the other leg. At the same time, Haldir had finished washing Rúmil’s back and was concentrating on his chest and arms. The movements were slow and sensual, leaving no doubt as to where this was heading. Even when Haldir washed his hair, he took his time massaging Rúmil’s scalp, trailing his fingers softly down his brother’s neck.

Giving himself over completely to his brothers’ loving ministrations, Rúmil watched them both through half-lidded eyes, moaning a little as the touches became gradually more erotic…Haldir’s fingers toying with his nipples through the wash-cloth, Orophin moving from his legs to his groin.

“Yes…” he whispered as the caresses brought him swiftly to full arousal.

Glancing at Rúmil, Haldir laughed. “Time to get out of the bath I think, before you spoil the rest of the evening!” As Orophin picked up a soft towel, Haldir gently urged his brother to stand and step out of the now-cooling water.

Rúmil mumbled a complaint, but stood as instructed, knowing that Haldir would not tease – he was sure that he would find what he sought before long.

As soon as Rúmil was standing on the mat Orophin wrapped the towel around him, carefully drying him off.
“I can dry myself,” Rúmil protested mildly, though he made no attempt to do so, only moaning when his brother dried his stiff length, but did nothing more.

“Aye, I know,” Orophin replied, “but you’re tired and you’ve been working hard… let us take care of you.” His words were filled with so much love that Rúmil could not find a suitable reply, so instead he simply kissed his brother, one hand lovingly caressing his face.

“Come,” Haldir said, as they parted, moving to take Rúmil’s hand, “let us go to somewhere more comfortable.”
He led Rúmil quickly to the bedroom they all shared - Orophin taking his brother’s other hand as they walked swiftly across the talan.

Once, centuries ago, they had all had separate bedrooms. But this had long since been deemed unnecessary and now they slept in one large room. Some remodelling of the talan had been needed to create the space, but now it was the brothers’ private sanctuary so it had been well worth the effort.

Rúmil gasped in delight as he entered the bedroom and laid eyes upon the huge bed. Haldir had made it himself and his brothers’ thought it a work of art – but getting sheets had always been difficult. Now however, the massive bed was covered in satin sheets of cream and blue, the delicate fabric shining softly in the candle-lit room.

“This is wonderful!” Rúmil said, smiling widely. “However did you manage this?”

“I had six months to learn how to sew.” Orophin replied seriously.

Rúmil gave him a sceptical look. “You, sew? Orophin, I love you dearly, but I do not believe you!”

The youngest of the three laughed and blushed. “Well, I may have bribed one of Lady Galadriel’s handmaidens into helping me…” he admitted sheepishly.

“Oh, really?” Rúmil said curiously, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Orophin looked horrified.

“Rúmil, do not even suggest such things! I promised to make her son a new bow is all!” He pouted - something that Rúmil found to be utterly adorable and he softly kissed the younger elf.

“I know, brother, I am only teasing. The sheets look beautiful, thank you.”

“They feel even better,” Haldir said suggestively, stepping up behind Rúmil to push the towel from his brother’s slender hips, leaving him completely naked once again and running his hands down Rúmil’s thighs before reaching round to gently caress his arousal.

“Maybe we should try them out then,” Rúmil mumbled, leaning back against Haldir’s bare chest and reaching out to Orophin, running light fingers over his brother’s skin and tugging at the waistband of his leggings.

Haldir’s eyes narrowed lustfully as Orophin obligingly removed his leggings before stepping closer to Rúmil and pressing their arousals together, holding onto Rúmil’s shoulders to steady himself.

Wanting to be a part of this, Haldir brought his hands to rest on Orophin’s lower back and gently rubbed the firm buttocks before probing teasingly at the entrance there, causing Orophin to moan in anticipation.

The moan sent shivers of desire through Haldir and he wasted no more time, urging both brothers towards the bed. As Orophin sat on the edge, Haldir gently pushed a willing Rúmil into his arms before quickly stepping out of his own leggings and then lying down and pressing up against Rúmil’s back.

Surrounded by his brothers, Rúmil’s heart raced. Only they could make him feel like this – safe, yet excited for what was to come.

He whimpered as Haldir pushed against him, his brother’s arousal touching his backside. His breath quickened as he tried to move back against his brother, desperate to feel more.
“Hush,” Haldir whispered, nipping his shoulder lightly, “all in good time.” Glancing at Orophin he nodded and the youngest slipped his hand between Rúmil’s legs, teasing his aching length.

Rúmil moaned loudly and pushed into Orophin’s hand, his eyes darkening as he heard Haldir reach under the pillow for the bottle of oil that always lived there.
A moment later the scent of his favourite vanilla oil filled the room and he felt himself moved to his hands and knees by Orophin.

As Haldir came up behind him, Orophin moved to the side as if to watch, but Rúmil caught his wrist, stopping him.
“In front of me, brother,” he whispered, licking his lips and smiling.

Quickly catching his brother’s meaning, Orophin positioned himself in front of Rúmil’s mouth and was immediately rewarded with a teasing lick to his flesh.

Behind Rúmil, Haldir coated his fingers with oil before sliding a single finger inside Rúmil’s body. His brother gasped at the invasion and Haldir smiled when he felt the tightness of the muscle. It had clearly been far too long!

Carefully he inserted another finger, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure his actions caused Rúmil to make. He stretched and probed, searching for that hidden spot.
He knew when he found it, for Rúmil jumped visibly and then pressed back towards him.

Haldir grinned and touched the spot again, delighting in pleasing his brother. There was no sound from Rúmil this time though, for as he jumped forward, he had taken Orophin’s length into his mouth.

It felt so good to be with them again, Rúmil thought. Lovingly he sucked on the flesh in his mouth, taking in the scent that was uniquely Orophin as Haldir prepared him. As Haldir used his fingers to bring him pleasure he licked, sucked and nipped at Orophin’s arousal, using his tongue to make his brother shudder with delight.

He made a small sound of protest when Haldir’s fingers slipped from his body, but tried to be patient, knowing that far better things were coming. For a moment he concentrated solely on Orophin and bringing him as much pleasure as he could.

The youngest of the three was thrusting slowly in and out of Rúmil’s mouth, the wet heat driving him swiftly to insanity and he struggled to control his movements.

Haldir watched it all from where he knelt and soon decided that Rúmil was ready for him. Slicking his length with the oil he positioned himself at the now-stretched entrance and slid inside with one firm thrust.

The feeling of Haldir sliding deeply into him caused Rúmil to let out a muffled cry, sucking all the harder on Orophin’s arousal. Orophin threw his head back at the suction, unintentionally thrusting hard into his brother’s mouth.

This did not trouble Rúmil though and as Haldir began to move in and out of his body, he timed his moments to match those of his brother, soon finding a rhythm that brought pleasure to all.

Buried deep within Rúmil, Haldir was losing himself swiftly to the tight heat of his brother’s body. His hands gripped his brother’s hips hard as he increased his speed, his breath becoming shallow as his eyes darkened with his passion.

Too much. As Rúmil’s tongue licked and sucked relentlessly at his arousal, Orophin felt himself reaching his peak. A rush of passion washed over him and he looked down at the brother he had missed so much these past months.
“Rúmil,” he whispered and then he could take no more, finding his release and spilling hotly down his brother’s throat.

Not missing a beat as Haldir continued his movements, Rúmil swallowed all that Orophin had to offer, smiling as he licked his lips so as not to waste a drop. As he raised his head to look at Orophin, the youngest bent down and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

At the same moment, Haldir, who has been watching both of them as he took Rúmil, came to his own climax and with a loud cry Rúmil’s body was once again filled with hot seed.

Rúmil shuddered as Haldir came within him, feeling only the delicious heat and the pressure of his brother’s hands on his hips.
“Yes,” he whispered as the warmth filled not only his body, but his heart and soul. There was no feeling more wonderful than this, nothing that made him feel so whole. In these moments he was reminded that the bond the three of them shared was stronger than mithril, utterly unbreakable.

Yet he had still not found his own release and as Haldir slipped gently from his body he pressed himself up against Orophin, pushing the younger elf back down onto the pillows.

Orophin smiled lazily at his brother as he laid back, his breath quickening in anticipation as Rúmil knelt before him and raised his knees to better reach his waiting entrance.

Without even being asked, Haldir reached for Rúmil’s hand, pouring the oil over his brother’s fingers before sitting back to watch. He did not always need to participate to draw pleasure from times like this.

Pausing only to press a gentle kiss to Orophin’s firm stomach; Rúmil slid one oiled finger into his brother, quickly followed by another. He grinned when he felt how easily Orophin accepted the invasion; his brothers had obviously taken much comfort in each other during his time away.

In only a few moments he knew that Orophin was ready and he removed his fingers and lifted the slender legs to rest on his shoulders.

Slowly, wanting to savour the moment, he slid inside his brother. With half-lidded eyes he gazed at Orophin as he whimpered his desires - wanting Rúmil to go faster, to fill him completely.

Fortunately, Rúmil’s own desire was too much for him to be able to go slowly for very long and no sooner was he completely sheathed than he began to move with ever-increasing speed, each thrust brushing Orophin’s pleasure spot, bringing him the same delight that Haldir had just bestowed on him.

Orophin let out a stream of happy whimpers as Rúmil moved swiftly towards his release, his hands fisting in the now-rumpled sheets. Yet he kept his eyes open, as did Rúmil and their gazes remained locked as though they had been hypnotised.

The flushed face of Orophin, the lingering taste of his brother’s essence in his mouth and the pleasantly sore feeling of his backside all meshed together with the look in Orophin’s eyes to drive him over the edge at last.

With a cry that was almost a scream he came hard, flooding his younger brother with the product of his love and desire. The force of it left him breathless and he sagged forward towards Orophin as he left his body, feeling his brother’s arms envelop him.

A moment later Haldir joined them, moving the two younger elves slightly until Rúmil lay comfortably in between them.
Smiling, the eldest placed an almost-chaste kiss on Rúmil’s lips.

“Welcome home, Rúmil.”

Rúmil chuckled at the simplicity of the statement, returning Haldir’s kiss before turning his head to kiss Orophin also.

“Thank you, my brothers. I am glad to be back too.”

As sleep overcame them, Haldir rested his head on Rúmil’s shoulder while Rúmil’s arm remained wrapped lightly around Orophin. In this loving embrace they drifted into reverie, together again now as they were always meant to be.

THE END