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tolkien_slashy_swapsTitle:Swan Prince
Author:elfscribe
Email: elfscribe5@yahoo.com
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Elladan/Elrohir/Elphir (Imrahil’s eldest son), Elphir/OMC
Warnings: Incest
Betas:Capella and Thevina. Thanks to both of you! Also much gratitude to Malinornë for her knowledgeable and patient help with Sindarin.
Request:Wherein Princes meet after the Ring War and together explore the differences between elves and men. (rest of request in ch. 1)
Summary: Prince Imrahil's son Elphir visits the decaying town of Edhellond to learn the meaning of an oracle and to indulge his secret desires. He meets Elrond's twin sons who have much to teach him about the ways of elves and men.
Written for ennorwen
Author:elfscribe
Email: elfscribe5@yahoo.com
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Elladan/Elrohir/Elphir (Imrahil’s eldest son), Elphir/OMC
Warnings: Incest
Betas:Capella and Thevina. Thanks to both of you! Also much gratitude to Malinornë for her knowledgeable and patient help with Sindarin.
Request:Wherein Princes meet after the Ring War and together explore the differences between elves and men. (rest of request in ch. 1)
Summary: Prince Imrahil's son Elphir visits the decaying town of Edhellond to learn the meaning of an oracle and to indulge his secret desires. He meets Elrond's twin sons who have much to teach him about the ways of elves and men.
Written for ennorwen
Chapter 3 - Reflections
Elphir cleared his throat. “I wonder then, since you and your brother have Edain blood in your veins - do you feel any kinship with them?”
He and Elladan were seated before the fire with the discarded dinner remnants at their feet. Elphir’s head was muzzy with wine and the proximity of such an alluring being. Through the half-open door they could hear Elrohir singing in the bath in a voice clear and bright as crystal. It sounded more like a tavern drinking song than the reverent hymns to the stars Elphir had thought elves would sing. Elladan was looking affectionately in the direction of the singing and smiling to himself, seemingly lost in some memory.
“I mean,” Elphir faltered, “are there qualities that you possess that are different from, um, full-blooded elves?”
Elladan turned his stormy gaze on him for a moment, leaned back in his chair and thoughtfully stroked his chin. “Yes,” he said finally. “There are, of course, the surface things. Physically, we are perhaps more robust than many elves, which is good for stamina.” His lips quirked. “We have great strength, although we feel the cold and heat more than some. We have more hair in, uh, certain places than others do. I occasionally have to pluck hair from my chin, which is irritating.”
“I’ve always had trouble growing a beard, so I shave it off,” Elphir said. “When last I tried to grow a mustache, my cousin teased me mercilessly. Said it looked like a mangy caterpillar.”
Elladan laughed. “Mine would be worse than that, if I tried it. More like a cat’s chin whiskers.”
“Do you notice differences in, say, temperament?” Elphir asked, probing lightly.
“Yes, my kin will tell you that I am more prone to anger and rash acts. And secretly, I know that I am prey to . . . certain attractions of the flesh.” Elladan curled his lip.
“Truly?” Elphir leaned towards him, breathlessly.
“Truly.” Elladan’s gaze had become predatory. It flicked down and then traveled back up Elphir’s body. Those eyes. Definitely, those of a wolf. Elphir’s stomach fluttered with nerves.
“Wh-what sort of attractions?” he asked bravely.
Elladan shifted his chair closer. He picked up a handful of Elphir’s long red hair that he had worn loose since Aelfwine had taken his tie earlier, and passed it along his upper lip, inhaling the fragrance. “I like other males,” he said in that mellifluous voice that made Elphir's loins ache. “I like the way they look and smell, the way they feel. I like the hardness of muscle under soft skin.” He ran a finger lightly underneath Elphir’s chin and down his throat. “I like the way they taste.” Elphir swallowed.
Then Elladan leaned over and put his mouth by Elphir’s ear. “I especially like that deep, wrenching moan they make when I breach them for the first time.”
Elphir let slip a sound which, no doubt, was a cousin to the one Elladan had described. His heart was pounding and he was sinfully hard. He could feel the heat of Elladan’s face next to his; could smell his spicy, green fragrance that made him want more.
At that moment, the door from the bathroom opened with a brief whiff of moist air and soap. Elrohir emerged, looking gloriously relaxed and damp. He was wearing nothing but leggings that clung to every curve. “Ah, that was marvelous,” he said. “I feel made anew. Hurry up and get in, Elladan, before it cools off any more.” He smiled conspiratorially. “Leave entertaining our host to me.”
Elladan rose in a slow, flowing motion. “Very well.” He headed towards Elrohir, peeling off his shirt as he went. They stopped opposite one another for a long moment, giving the illusion of one elf looking into a mirror. Then, the illusion was broken as they moved. Delicately, Elrohir brushed something off Elladan’s chest and grinned in a salacious manner, the tip of his tongue protruding from his teeth.
Elphir had to bite his own tongue to keep from making any noise as he stared at those two nearly naked, identical, and perfect bodies. He’d never met anyone with such magnetism and here were two of them, each augmenting the other.
Elrohir moved past his brother into the room, drying his hair with a cloth.
Elladan turned in the doorway, looked pointedly at Elphir, grasped the rather substantial bulge in his leggings and gave it a squeeze. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
Elphir felt faint. Elrohir, his drying cloth now draped about his shoulders, poured out some more wine. “Alphros, you’re looking pale,” he said in a voice heavy with mirth. “Is something wrong?” He handed him the cup and Elphir took a gulp.
“Is he always like that?” Elphir asked.
“Like what?”
“So, um, direct.”
Elrohir laughed. “My brother believes that the straight path is the most efficient.”
“And what path do you favor?”
“I believe my approach is more oblique, but just as effective.” Elrohir smiled.
“He told me that he was a lover of men. It was . . . surprising.”
“What of it? I am also.” Elrohir settled down in the chair next to Elphir. Amusement crinkled his eyes. “And if I have correctly read the language your body speaks . . . so are you.”
Elphir laughed nervously. “You’ve discerned my secret.”
Elrohir took a sip of wine, crossed his ankles. “So tell me, Alphros, what brought you to Edhellond?”
“What makes you think I don’t live here?”
“Would you be hiring a room if you had other lodging?”
Elphir laughed. “Well reasoned.” He paused, considering. “I came looking for an answer to a riddle,” he said finally.
Elrohir looked intrigued. “Tell me about it.”
“Several weeks ago I celebrated my twenty-third birthday. As part of the annual ritual, we go to the Oracle and ask a question. I was full of doubts about myself and asked, ‘What is my true nature?’ The Oracle never answers a question directly, a fact that makes me impatient, but that’s the way these things are. Instead, she recited a rhyme, then told me to seek the answer in Edhellond before the next full moon.”
“And what was the rhyme?” Elrohir asked.
“And since you know you cannot see yourself,
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself,
That of yourself which you yet know not of."
“Hmmm,” Elrohir said. “What do you make of it?”
“I’m not sure,” Elphir replied. “I have guesses. I’m fairly certain our meeting was not mere chance.”
“I suspect you are right. It has that fated feeling, doesn’t it?”
“Perhaps you and your brother will help me to find the answer?” Elphir hoped he didn’t sound too eager.
Elrohir arched an eyebrow. “It would help if I knew why you are worried about your true nature, Alphros.”
Elphir pushed his hair away from his ears. “Here.”
Elrohir cocked his head to look. “What’s wrong with your ears? They look perfectly delightful.”
Elphir sighed. “Yes, among your kind this is ordinary. Among mine it’s not, and in fact, is viewed with suspicion. My father says they merely show that the elven blood runs more truly in me and that I should be proud of it, but I knew that couldn’t be right.”
“Why not?” Elrohir asked gently.
“I, I'm not worthy of that heritage.”
“Why, beautiful one, would you think yourself unworthy of your elven heritage?”
“There we come to it.” Elphir lowered his head and spoke softly. “It’s because I have desires that my people find repulsive and unnatural. I thought all the world viewed it the same, but just now, with what you and your brother have confessed . . .I admit to being confused.” And, Elphir thought, if truth be known, he was a little frightened to find his world so shifted.
Elrohir sighed. “Believe what I say, I know all about unnatural desires. Men can be so narrow-minded, but they are not the only ones. Elves can be just as rigid, stiff-necked, and bound by tradition. Often, they are worse.” His tone was harsh. He stood up. “Come,” he said as he dragged the towel off his neck and flung it in his chair.
Elphir stood. Elrohir reached to the hem of Elphir’s shirt and started to draw it up.
“What are you doing?” Elphir asked, but he didn’t resist. Of course not.
“Discovering your nature,” Elrohir replied. He lifted the shirt over Elphir’s head and tossed it aside, so that they stood face to face. Elphir was clad only in his loincloth and Elrohir in his leggings, their skin made golden in the dancing light of the fire. In the background, they heard an occasional plash of water from Elladan in the tub. “Use me as your mirror, just as the riddle says.” Elrohir held up his hands, palms out. “Do what I do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Use me as your reflection. Palms together. Now, what do you see?”
Elphir put his palms flat to Elrohir’s and said, “I see the fairest being I’ve ever seen, with eyes grey as rain and bright as starlight, hair ebony as the night, and lips ripe and tender as plums."
Elrohir laughed. “You have a poetic bent, Alphros, much like the elves. Tell me, how else are we similar?” Elrohir brought his hands to Elphir’s face and then ran them down Elphir’s chest. Elphir followed suit. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the feel of the sleek, muscular body. The look on Elrohir’s face suggested he found Elphir’s body equally pleasurable.
“We have a similar build, slender with long limbs, although you are taller and more muscular,” Elphir said.
“Yes.”
“We both have long, straight hair, but different colors, one red and one black. Our faces have a similar shape, my chin is less pointed than yours. And our eyes, by the gods, they are nearly the same color grey. One could even imagine us as cousins.”
“Indeed,” Elrohir said. “I have noted that, occasionally and for no apparent reason, the elven blood manifests in my uncle’s descendants. What else is similar?”
In a whisper, as if confessing a sin, Ephir said, “Our ears.”
Elrohir began stroking Elphir’s ears, starting with the lobe and then moving up along the curved rim towards the pointed tips. The trail of his fingers left a warm tingle. “What is this little notch here?” he asked.
Elphir blushed. “I tried to cut it off when I was much younger.”
Elrohir’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“I was ashamed of them. I suffered many a beating because of their shape.”
Elrohir laughed. “What a pity they were a source of pain for you. Didn’t anyone tell you that an elf’s ears can be a source of great pleasure?”
Elphir started to shake his head, but Elrohir held it firmly. “Shall we see if yours are true elf ears or just deadened facsimiles? Here, do as I do; make it good for both of us.” He smiled in a perfect echo of his brother’s wolf-like grin as he continued stroking the rims of Elphir’s ears between thumb and forefinger. “So tender,” he murmured. “So sensitive.” His fingers traveled upwards. “Especially the tips.”
Elphir followed Elrohir’s motions, stroking along the ridge up to the points and feeling the twin’s ears flex under his fingers. The skin was like the softest suede. He skated around the earring dangling from Elrohir’s left earlobe.
Elrohir closed his eyes and moaned. “Oh, that feels so good. Doesn’t that feel pleasurable for you?”
Indeed, a wave of heat emanated from his ears, traveled down through his body, and slammed into his cock. Further caresses to the tips seemed the same as a touch to that tumescent organ. How had he never noticed this before? Perhaps, he had chosen not to. He sidled closer to Elrohir, wanting more contact. Their bodies touched, lightly retreated, then pressed together hard. A pleasant shiver leapt, spiced and honeyed, through his whole body. He could feel a long hard ridge between Elrohir’s legs, the mate to his.
“We are similar in another way, Alphros," Elrohir purred. "We both derive pleasure from male bodies.”
“Yes,” Elphir breathed.
“There again, we are a reflection of one another. So tell me, firion neth, in what way do you find my desire for males repulsive?”
“I don’t,” Elphir said quickly, fearing he had insulted the elf. “With you, I see nothing but unsullied beauty. But if I am looking at the reflection of myself, I feel tainted. Too long have I listened to the taunts of others to feel differently.”
Elrohir laughed. “Well, then, we must cure that. We must take a cloth to that tarnished image and shine up the silver beneath. You are a perfect find. Worth coming out of the wet wild for. Did you know I can make an elf culminate just by rubbing his ears in the right manner?”
“Truthfully?” Elphir asked. Feeling bolder, knowing his advances would not be denied, he pressed harder against Elrohir, shoving him against the back of the chair, and fretting their erections together through the cloth. “I should like a demonstration.”
“With pleasure. Care to make a wager on it?” Elrohir said with a grin. He began fondling Elphir’s ears with longer, deeper strokes, which Elphir did his best to imitate with his own fingers. “Oh, míren, you are urging me close,” Elrohir moaned. Then, just when Elphir thought he could take no more and was huffing in desperation, Elrohir pulled Elphir’s head towards him by the ears and captured his mouth in a kiss.
A kiss. It was more than a mere movement of lips. It possessed Elphir with open-mouthed heat, took him to realms of feeling he had rarely experienced in a kiss before. Elrohir’s lips were yielding and yet firm, they commanded and surrendered. They moved in a continual dance of advance and retreat, torture and caress. At the same time, the elf’s loins echoed the movements, rubbing and sliding against him, until Elphir thought he would explode. Then, Elrohir sent his tongue on an exploration of Elphir’s at the same time that he pinched the tip of Elphir’s ears.
“Uhhh!” Elphir gasped as he suddenly erupted.
Elrohir chuckled as he continued their tongue play. The thrust of his hips became irregular and then his entire body tensed. He shuddered, cried out, and then gave Elphir’s lips a final benediction.
Tingling all over, Elphir sat down abruptly. But instead of feeling sated, spending had only whetted his appetite for more. He closed his eyes, heard Elrohir softly laugh.
“You never thought those ears would prove so useful, did you?”
“Never,” Elphir said.
They heard three distinct claps from the doorway and looked up to see Elladan standing there, applauding, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. “An enticing performance,” he said. “It has got my embers glowing. May I kiss him and fondle his ears too?”
“If he desires it.” Elrohir smiled.
Elladan sauntered over, wrapped one arm around his brother's waist and the other around Elphir and pulled them both close. “Do you desire the feel of my mouth - Carandol? Would you like to have both of us?” Elladan purred into Elphir’s right ear while his hand slid down to fondle the sensitive point of Elphir’s hip.
“Both of us - at the same time,” Elrohir said on his other side, and he ran his tongue along the rim of Elphir’s left ear.
The Valar be praised, Elphir thought, as another surge of heat sparkled through the dregs of his last culmination. “How could I say no to such a staggeringly delightful offer?”
“He likes the idea, Ladan,” Elrohir said. “I told you coming to town tonight was a good idea.”
“I would never dispute your wisdom,” Elladan laughed. Gently, he palmed the back of Elphir’s head and brought their mouths together. His mouth felt and tasted similar to his twin's but seemed firmer, the kiss more forceful. They kissed for a long time: lips shifting, changing position, nipping, and then Elladan pushed his tongue into Elphir’s mouth. Elrohir moved behind him and thrust gently against his rear, while massaging him through his loincloth. By the time Elladan ended the kiss, Elphir was hard again.
“The water is still warm,” Elladan husked into his ear and then nipped his earlobe. “But it won’t be for long. If you want a wash, best you jump in quickly.”
Elphir nearly whined, ‘Do I have to?’ - like a young child, but he thought the better of it. “You won’t leave, will you? You won’t disappear into the night like ghosts and leave me unsatisfied? That would be a perfect joke for Elwaith ‘wann.”
Elrohir took his chin and kissed him. “Now why in Arda should we leave such a delectable morsel as you before we’ve had the chance to plumb every portion of your anatomy? It’s been much too long since we’ve had this kind of fun. Besides that, it’s still raining outside.” He took Elphir’s hand and moved it to the renewed ridge at his groin. “Feel that. That’s all for you.”
“Will you keep it like that for me?” Elphir asked, breathlessly.
“I’ll make sure he stays interested,” Elladan said. He pushed Elphir gently towards the door. “Hurry up, Carandol.”
“What does that mean?”
“Red head,” Elrohir mouthed. “Go get hot and soapy.”
* * *
The water retained a tepid warmth but still felt good as Elphir splashed into it. Grabbing the cake of soap, he worked up a thin lather in his hands and washed himself. He took a moment to find pleasure in the sensation of his hands on his body, and then to worry that the half-elven twins might not find him attractive enough. His body was hard and strong, but his chest perhaps not sufficiently developed. He looked down at his organ, now softened somewhat and began teasing it up again with long strokes. Would it be big enough? He knew that it was acceptable, indeed larger than many, but in groping Elrohir, he had noticed that the elf was huge. Was that normal for elves also? The journey to Rivendell was looking better all the time. He fondled his bollocks, an action which felt achingly good, and then his exploration went further still to press lightly on that most intimate entrance. Never before had anyone breached him, yet he suspected that is what the twins intended to do. Nervously, he pressed the tip of his finger inside; muscles clenched against the intrusion. Pressing further, he felt a burning sensation. What if he couldn’t do it? He’d be disgraced. Would they be rough with him? At Amroth’s Folly, Tancred had told him tales of men being torn in a rough coupling. That had never happened when he’d taken someone. He always tried to be gentle, at least at first. Well, he’d just have to ask them to go slowly. Elphir bit his lip. Who was he kidding? Once he was in their seductive clutches, he would do whatever they asked and suffer the consequences.
He leaned his head back against the edge of the tub and sighed. He should pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream. No use fretting. This would be the night of his life. He was sure of that. Best to enjoy whatever happened.
It was rather quiet in the outer room. Elphir raised his head to listen. Normally his hearing was quite sharp. Neled could never sneak up on him without Elphir noticing. There it was again- a deep moan. What were they doing?
He got out of the tub carefully, picked up a cloth from a shelf and dried himself off. The door was slightly ajar. He peered out of it.
They were sitting in one of the chairs by the fire. One of them, Elphir couldn’t tell which, was straddling the other’s lap, slowly rocking his hips, one hand in his twin’s hair. They had shed the leggings and were completely naked. And they were kissing.
This was no brotherly kiss either. They were devouring each other, deeply and thoroughly. They broke apart, turned their heads, and went at it again, punctuated with little rhythmic moans. Elphir's gaze followed the tight up and down motion of the top twin’s arm and discovered that his hand was wrapped around both their cocks, jerking them together.
Elphir retreated quickly from the door, breathing rapidly. He leaned up against the wall and shut his eyes, filled with conflicting emotions. The sight had sent a jolt to his groin, rendering him shockingly hard, and yet he thought, ‘They’re brothers. Isn’t that wrong?’ He thought he should have had a hint from things they had said and done earlier. Obviously they were close, but that close? He wasn’t sure he could take this any more. What were they going to do to him? Should he have heeded the warnings? Aelfwine had said this was Elwaith ‘wann, the day the elves might appear to drive you mad.
Then he heard two voices, low and breathy like wooden flutes, calling him from the other room. “Alphros, are you ready? We await you.”
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*mangy - I periodically check words that seem too modern with my handy-dandy Word Etymology dictionary and mangy is attested as far back as 1400.
*míren - my jewel
*firion neth - young mortal
*Carandol - red-head
-tbc-
Elphir cleared his throat. “I wonder then, since you and your brother have Edain blood in your veins - do you feel any kinship with them?”
He and Elladan were seated before the fire with the discarded dinner remnants at their feet. Elphir’s head was muzzy with wine and the proximity of such an alluring being. Through the half-open door they could hear Elrohir singing in the bath in a voice clear and bright as crystal. It sounded more like a tavern drinking song than the reverent hymns to the stars Elphir had thought elves would sing. Elladan was looking affectionately in the direction of the singing and smiling to himself, seemingly lost in some memory.
“I mean,” Elphir faltered, “are there qualities that you possess that are different from, um, full-blooded elves?”
Elladan turned his stormy gaze on him for a moment, leaned back in his chair and thoughtfully stroked his chin. “Yes,” he said finally. “There are, of course, the surface things. Physically, we are perhaps more robust than many elves, which is good for stamina.” His lips quirked. “We have great strength, although we feel the cold and heat more than some. We have more hair in, uh, certain places than others do. I occasionally have to pluck hair from my chin, which is irritating.”
“I’ve always had trouble growing a beard, so I shave it off,” Elphir said. “When last I tried to grow a mustache, my cousin teased me mercilessly. Said it looked like a mangy caterpillar.”
Elladan laughed. “Mine would be worse than that, if I tried it. More like a cat’s chin whiskers.”
“Do you notice differences in, say, temperament?” Elphir asked, probing lightly.
“Yes, my kin will tell you that I am more prone to anger and rash acts. And secretly, I know that I am prey to . . . certain attractions of the flesh.” Elladan curled his lip.
“Truly?” Elphir leaned towards him, breathlessly.
“Truly.” Elladan’s gaze had become predatory. It flicked down and then traveled back up Elphir’s body. Those eyes. Definitely, those of a wolf. Elphir’s stomach fluttered with nerves.
“Wh-what sort of attractions?” he asked bravely.
Elladan shifted his chair closer. He picked up a handful of Elphir’s long red hair that he had worn loose since Aelfwine had taken his tie earlier, and passed it along his upper lip, inhaling the fragrance. “I like other males,” he said in that mellifluous voice that made Elphir's loins ache. “I like the way they look and smell, the way they feel. I like the hardness of muscle under soft skin.” He ran a finger lightly underneath Elphir’s chin and down his throat. “I like the way they taste.” Elphir swallowed.
Then Elladan leaned over and put his mouth by Elphir’s ear. “I especially like that deep, wrenching moan they make when I breach them for the first time.”
Elphir let slip a sound which, no doubt, was a cousin to the one Elladan had described. His heart was pounding and he was sinfully hard. He could feel the heat of Elladan’s face next to his; could smell his spicy, green fragrance that made him want more.
At that moment, the door from the bathroom opened with a brief whiff of moist air and soap. Elrohir emerged, looking gloriously relaxed and damp. He was wearing nothing but leggings that clung to every curve. “Ah, that was marvelous,” he said. “I feel made anew. Hurry up and get in, Elladan, before it cools off any more.” He smiled conspiratorially. “Leave entertaining our host to me.”
Elladan rose in a slow, flowing motion. “Very well.” He headed towards Elrohir, peeling off his shirt as he went. They stopped opposite one another for a long moment, giving the illusion of one elf looking into a mirror. Then, the illusion was broken as they moved. Delicately, Elrohir brushed something off Elladan’s chest and grinned in a salacious manner, the tip of his tongue protruding from his teeth.
Elphir had to bite his own tongue to keep from making any noise as he stared at those two nearly naked, identical, and perfect bodies. He’d never met anyone with such magnetism and here were two of them, each augmenting the other.
Elrohir moved past his brother into the room, drying his hair with a cloth.
Elladan turned in the doorway, looked pointedly at Elphir, grasped the rather substantial bulge in his leggings and gave it a squeeze. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
Elphir felt faint. Elrohir, his drying cloth now draped about his shoulders, poured out some more wine. “Alphros, you’re looking pale,” he said in a voice heavy with mirth. “Is something wrong?” He handed him the cup and Elphir took a gulp.
“Is he always like that?” Elphir asked.
“Like what?”
“So, um, direct.”
Elrohir laughed. “My brother believes that the straight path is the most efficient.”
“And what path do you favor?”
“I believe my approach is more oblique, but just as effective.” Elrohir smiled.
“He told me that he was a lover of men. It was . . . surprising.”
“What of it? I am also.” Elrohir settled down in the chair next to Elphir. Amusement crinkled his eyes. “And if I have correctly read the language your body speaks . . . so are you.”
Elphir laughed nervously. “You’ve discerned my secret.”
Elrohir took a sip of wine, crossed his ankles. “So tell me, Alphros, what brought you to Edhellond?”
“What makes you think I don’t live here?”
“Would you be hiring a room if you had other lodging?”
Elphir laughed. “Well reasoned.” He paused, considering. “I came looking for an answer to a riddle,” he said finally.
Elrohir looked intrigued. “Tell me about it.”
“Several weeks ago I celebrated my twenty-third birthday. As part of the annual ritual, we go to the Oracle and ask a question. I was full of doubts about myself and asked, ‘What is my true nature?’ The Oracle never answers a question directly, a fact that makes me impatient, but that’s the way these things are. Instead, she recited a rhyme, then told me to seek the answer in Edhellond before the next full moon.”
“And what was the rhyme?” Elrohir asked.
“And since you know you cannot see yourself,
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself,
That of yourself which you yet know not of."
“Hmmm,” Elrohir said. “What do you make of it?”
“I’m not sure,” Elphir replied. “I have guesses. I’m fairly certain our meeting was not mere chance.”
“I suspect you are right. It has that fated feeling, doesn’t it?”
“Perhaps you and your brother will help me to find the answer?” Elphir hoped he didn’t sound too eager.
Elrohir arched an eyebrow. “It would help if I knew why you are worried about your true nature, Alphros.”
Elphir pushed his hair away from his ears. “Here.”
Elrohir cocked his head to look. “What’s wrong with your ears? They look perfectly delightful.”
Elphir sighed. “Yes, among your kind this is ordinary. Among mine it’s not, and in fact, is viewed with suspicion. My father says they merely show that the elven blood runs more truly in me and that I should be proud of it, but I knew that couldn’t be right.”
“Why not?” Elrohir asked gently.
“I, I'm not worthy of that heritage.”
“Why, beautiful one, would you think yourself unworthy of your elven heritage?”
“There we come to it.” Elphir lowered his head and spoke softly. “It’s because I have desires that my people find repulsive and unnatural. I thought all the world viewed it the same, but just now, with what you and your brother have confessed . . .I admit to being confused.” And, Elphir thought, if truth be known, he was a little frightened to find his world so shifted.
Elrohir sighed. “Believe what I say, I know all about unnatural desires. Men can be so narrow-minded, but they are not the only ones. Elves can be just as rigid, stiff-necked, and bound by tradition. Often, they are worse.” His tone was harsh. He stood up. “Come,” he said as he dragged the towel off his neck and flung it in his chair.
Elphir stood. Elrohir reached to the hem of Elphir’s shirt and started to draw it up.
“What are you doing?” Elphir asked, but he didn’t resist. Of course not.
“Discovering your nature,” Elrohir replied. He lifted the shirt over Elphir’s head and tossed it aside, so that they stood face to face. Elphir was clad only in his loincloth and Elrohir in his leggings, their skin made golden in the dancing light of the fire. In the background, they heard an occasional plash of water from Elladan in the tub. “Use me as your mirror, just as the riddle says.” Elrohir held up his hands, palms out. “Do what I do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Use me as your reflection. Palms together. Now, what do you see?”
Elphir put his palms flat to Elrohir’s and said, “I see the fairest being I’ve ever seen, with eyes grey as rain and bright as starlight, hair ebony as the night, and lips ripe and tender as plums."
Elrohir laughed. “You have a poetic bent, Alphros, much like the elves. Tell me, how else are we similar?” Elrohir brought his hands to Elphir’s face and then ran them down Elphir’s chest. Elphir followed suit. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the feel of the sleek, muscular body. The look on Elrohir’s face suggested he found Elphir’s body equally pleasurable.
“We have a similar build, slender with long limbs, although you are taller and more muscular,” Elphir said.
“Yes.”
“We both have long, straight hair, but different colors, one red and one black. Our faces have a similar shape, my chin is less pointed than yours. And our eyes, by the gods, they are nearly the same color grey. One could even imagine us as cousins.”
“Indeed,” Elrohir said. “I have noted that, occasionally and for no apparent reason, the elven blood manifests in my uncle’s descendants. What else is similar?”
In a whisper, as if confessing a sin, Ephir said, “Our ears.”
Elrohir began stroking Elphir’s ears, starting with the lobe and then moving up along the curved rim towards the pointed tips. The trail of his fingers left a warm tingle. “What is this little notch here?” he asked.
Elphir blushed. “I tried to cut it off when I was much younger.”
Elrohir’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“I was ashamed of them. I suffered many a beating because of their shape.”
Elrohir laughed. “What a pity they were a source of pain for you. Didn’t anyone tell you that an elf’s ears can be a source of great pleasure?”
Elphir started to shake his head, but Elrohir held it firmly. “Shall we see if yours are true elf ears or just deadened facsimiles? Here, do as I do; make it good for both of us.” He smiled in a perfect echo of his brother’s wolf-like grin as he continued stroking the rims of Elphir’s ears between thumb and forefinger. “So tender,” he murmured. “So sensitive.” His fingers traveled upwards. “Especially the tips.”
Elphir followed Elrohir’s motions, stroking along the ridge up to the points and feeling the twin’s ears flex under his fingers. The skin was like the softest suede. He skated around the earring dangling from Elrohir’s left earlobe.
Elrohir closed his eyes and moaned. “Oh, that feels so good. Doesn’t that feel pleasurable for you?”
Indeed, a wave of heat emanated from his ears, traveled down through his body, and slammed into his cock. Further caresses to the tips seemed the same as a touch to that tumescent organ. How had he never noticed this before? Perhaps, he had chosen not to. He sidled closer to Elrohir, wanting more contact. Their bodies touched, lightly retreated, then pressed together hard. A pleasant shiver leapt, spiced and honeyed, through his whole body. He could feel a long hard ridge between Elrohir’s legs, the mate to his.
“We are similar in another way, Alphros," Elrohir purred. "We both derive pleasure from male bodies.”
“Yes,” Elphir breathed.
“There again, we are a reflection of one another. So tell me, firion neth, in what way do you find my desire for males repulsive?”
“I don’t,” Elphir said quickly, fearing he had insulted the elf. “With you, I see nothing but unsullied beauty. But if I am looking at the reflection of myself, I feel tainted. Too long have I listened to the taunts of others to feel differently.”
Elrohir laughed. “Well, then, we must cure that. We must take a cloth to that tarnished image and shine up the silver beneath. You are a perfect find. Worth coming out of the wet wild for. Did you know I can make an elf culminate just by rubbing his ears in the right manner?”
“Truthfully?” Elphir asked. Feeling bolder, knowing his advances would not be denied, he pressed harder against Elrohir, shoving him against the back of the chair, and fretting their erections together through the cloth. “I should like a demonstration.”
“With pleasure. Care to make a wager on it?” Elrohir said with a grin. He began fondling Elphir’s ears with longer, deeper strokes, which Elphir did his best to imitate with his own fingers. “Oh, míren, you are urging me close,” Elrohir moaned. Then, just when Elphir thought he could take no more and was huffing in desperation, Elrohir pulled Elphir’s head towards him by the ears and captured his mouth in a kiss.
A kiss. It was more than a mere movement of lips. It possessed Elphir with open-mouthed heat, took him to realms of feeling he had rarely experienced in a kiss before. Elrohir’s lips were yielding and yet firm, they commanded and surrendered. They moved in a continual dance of advance and retreat, torture and caress. At the same time, the elf’s loins echoed the movements, rubbing and sliding against him, until Elphir thought he would explode. Then, Elrohir sent his tongue on an exploration of Elphir’s at the same time that he pinched the tip of Elphir’s ears.
“Uhhh!” Elphir gasped as he suddenly erupted.
Elrohir chuckled as he continued their tongue play. The thrust of his hips became irregular and then his entire body tensed. He shuddered, cried out, and then gave Elphir’s lips a final benediction.
Tingling all over, Elphir sat down abruptly. But instead of feeling sated, spending had only whetted his appetite for more. He closed his eyes, heard Elrohir softly laugh.
“You never thought those ears would prove so useful, did you?”
“Never,” Elphir said.
They heard three distinct claps from the doorway and looked up to see Elladan standing there, applauding, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. “An enticing performance,” he said. “It has got my embers glowing. May I kiss him and fondle his ears too?”
“If he desires it.” Elrohir smiled.
Elladan sauntered over, wrapped one arm around his brother's waist and the other around Elphir and pulled them both close. “Do you desire the feel of my mouth - Carandol? Would you like to have both of us?” Elladan purred into Elphir’s right ear while his hand slid down to fondle the sensitive point of Elphir’s hip.
“Both of us - at the same time,” Elrohir said on his other side, and he ran his tongue along the rim of Elphir’s left ear.
The Valar be praised, Elphir thought, as another surge of heat sparkled through the dregs of his last culmination. “How could I say no to such a staggeringly delightful offer?”
“He likes the idea, Ladan,” Elrohir said. “I told you coming to town tonight was a good idea.”
“I would never dispute your wisdom,” Elladan laughed. Gently, he palmed the back of Elphir’s head and brought their mouths together. His mouth felt and tasted similar to his twin's but seemed firmer, the kiss more forceful. They kissed for a long time: lips shifting, changing position, nipping, and then Elladan pushed his tongue into Elphir’s mouth. Elrohir moved behind him and thrust gently against his rear, while massaging him through his loincloth. By the time Elladan ended the kiss, Elphir was hard again.
“The water is still warm,” Elladan husked into his ear and then nipped his earlobe. “But it won’t be for long. If you want a wash, best you jump in quickly.”
Elphir nearly whined, ‘Do I have to?’ - like a young child, but he thought the better of it. “You won’t leave, will you? You won’t disappear into the night like ghosts and leave me unsatisfied? That would be a perfect joke for Elwaith ‘wann.”
Elrohir took his chin and kissed him. “Now why in Arda should we leave such a delectable morsel as you before we’ve had the chance to plumb every portion of your anatomy? It’s been much too long since we’ve had this kind of fun. Besides that, it’s still raining outside.” He took Elphir’s hand and moved it to the renewed ridge at his groin. “Feel that. That’s all for you.”
“Will you keep it like that for me?” Elphir asked, breathlessly.
“I’ll make sure he stays interested,” Elladan said. He pushed Elphir gently towards the door. “Hurry up, Carandol.”
“What does that mean?”
“Red head,” Elrohir mouthed. “Go get hot and soapy.”
* * *
The water retained a tepid warmth but still felt good as Elphir splashed into it. Grabbing the cake of soap, he worked up a thin lather in his hands and washed himself. He took a moment to find pleasure in the sensation of his hands on his body, and then to worry that the half-elven twins might not find him attractive enough. His body was hard and strong, but his chest perhaps not sufficiently developed. He looked down at his organ, now softened somewhat and began teasing it up again with long strokes. Would it be big enough? He knew that it was acceptable, indeed larger than many, but in groping Elrohir, he had noticed that the elf was huge. Was that normal for elves also? The journey to Rivendell was looking better all the time. He fondled his bollocks, an action which felt achingly good, and then his exploration went further still to press lightly on that most intimate entrance. Never before had anyone breached him, yet he suspected that is what the twins intended to do. Nervously, he pressed the tip of his finger inside; muscles clenched against the intrusion. Pressing further, he felt a burning sensation. What if he couldn’t do it? He’d be disgraced. Would they be rough with him? At Amroth’s Folly, Tancred had told him tales of men being torn in a rough coupling. That had never happened when he’d taken someone. He always tried to be gentle, at least at first. Well, he’d just have to ask them to go slowly. Elphir bit his lip. Who was he kidding? Once he was in their seductive clutches, he would do whatever they asked and suffer the consequences.
He leaned his head back against the edge of the tub and sighed. He should pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream. No use fretting. This would be the night of his life. He was sure of that. Best to enjoy whatever happened.
It was rather quiet in the outer room. Elphir raised his head to listen. Normally his hearing was quite sharp. Neled could never sneak up on him without Elphir noticing. There it was again- a deep moan. What were they doing?
He got out of the tub carefully, picked up a cloth from a shelf and dried himself off. The door was slightly ajar. He peered out of it.
They were sitting in one of the chairs by the fire. One of them, Elphir couldn’t tell which, was straddling the other’s lap, slowly rocking his hips, one hand in his twin’s hair. They had shed the leggings and were completely naked. And they were kissing.
This was no brotherly kiss either. They were devouring each other, deeply and thoroughly. They broke apart, turned their heads, and went at it again, punctuated with little rhythmic moans. Elphir's gaze followed the tight up and down motion of the top twin’s arm and discovered that his hand was wrapped around both their cocks, jerking them together.
Elphir retreated quickly from the door, breathing rapidly. He leaned up against the wall and shut his eyes, filled with conflicting emotions. The sight had sent a jolt to his groin, rendering him shockingly hard, and yet he thought, ‘They’re brothers. Isn’t that wrong?’ He thought he should have had a hint from things they had said and done earlier. Obviously they were close, but that close? He wasn’t sure he could take this any more. What were they going to do to him? Should he have heeded the warnings? Aelfwine had said this was Elwaith ‘wann, the day the elves might appear to drive you mad.
Then he heard two voices, low and breathy like wooden flutes, calling him from the other room. “Alphros, are you ready? We await you.”
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*mangy - I periodically check words that seem too modern with my handy-dandy Word Etymology dictionary and mangy is attested as far back as 1400.
*míren - my jewel
*firion neth - young mortal
*Carandol - red-head
-tbc-
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