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Fic: Swan Prince 4/5
Title: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 4 - Oh What a Night
Elphir took a deep breath. Well, it was either hide in here all night or face his demons. He wrapped the towel about his waist, cracked open the door, and peered out.
One of the twins was putting another log on the fire. The flames crackled up greedily and the front of his nude body was clothed in an orange glow. The undulating dip of muscles, outlined in shadow, resembled a bronze breastplate.
The wooden pallets and feather mattresses had been pulled away from the wall and set on the floor in front of the hearth. The other twin was at the sideboard, pouring another draught from the silver flask. He approached, carrying the cups. Earring in the right ear - it was Elladan. He handed one to his brother and the other to Elphir. “Is something the matter?” he asked, examining Elphir’s face.
“Um, no,” Elphir spluttered. Elladan’s presence was overwhelming.
“You saw us, didn’t you?” Elladan said. “And it troubles you.”
“I, I don’t know what to think.”
"If you are offended, we can go sleep in the loft,” Elladan said angrily. He picked up his shirt and shook it out with a snap.
“Elladan!” Elrohir said in a warning growl. They looked at each other and something seemed to smolder between them.
“No, don’t leave, please.” Elphir held out his hand. “I only need to become accustomed to the idea. It isn’t something I’d ever considered before.”
“Alphros, come, sit.” Elrohir patted the mattress beside him. Elphir sank down, holding his cup in a shaky hand. “You, as well, tôren.”
Elladan landed with a thump closely behind him.
Elrohir said to Elphir, “You've been hurt because others have judged your desires as evil, is that not true? Why would you, in turn, judge what we do?”
Elphir shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said, feeling young and lost. “I don’t know what to think.”
Elrohir rubbed his back in wide circles. “We have trusted you with our secret,” he said. “If you want understanding, you shall have it by morning. Is that an acceptable bargain?”
“Y-yes.”
Elrohir said, “Then I propose another toast. To discovering that of yourself which you know not of.” He tapped Elphir’s cup with his. Elladan did the same and they all tossed the mouthful down. Once again, the elf liquor began stealing through Elphir’s limbs, filling him with fire.
“I have a confession to make,” Elphir said, wiping his lips on his hand.
“What’s that, Alphros?”
“My name is not Alphros. It’s Elphir.”
The twins chuckled.
“Yes, I wondered,” Elrohir said. “Elphir, hmmm, elph, that is a variant of “alph” or swan, and “hir” is lord. Swan Lord, then. How fitting for Dol Amroth.”
“You know then that Prince Imrahil is my father?”
“We’d already guessed as much,” Elladan said. “You look like him.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here. So, just as you are trusting me with your secret, I am trusting you with mine.”
Elrohir said, “I don’t see any reason why we need tell Imrahil about his son’s escapades, and in any event, it is unlikely our paths would cross any time soon. No, you may rely on our discretion.”
“That’s good because. . . .” Elphir began.
“You’re thinking too much,” Elrohir said. “Come here.”
Oh such sweet lips, a mouth that tasted like honeyed wine. Elphir felt himself relaxing, flowing with the kiss. Their mouths met ever more urgently. Elphir opened wide and devoured the half-elf’s agile tongue. Elrohir put a hand on his waist drawing him closer, while behind him, Elladan caressed his chest, gently pinching his nipples. Elphir had the sensation of a flare of sparks, as wood shifting in a fire. His breathing quickened.
“After tonight, you won’t be the same,” Elrohir murmured as his lips shifted to Elphir's neck. “A union of elves and men always carries that weight and joy. The illusions fall away and our true natures will be revealed, just as your oracle told you.”
Elphir nodded, but he could barely concentrate as Elladan continued running his hands over his body, caressing and squeezing as he went. Elrohir leaned down and gathered a nipple in his mouth and Elladan took in the other one, both tugging gently. He felt a rough swirl of tongues. Elphir flinched and laughed, somewhat embarrassed, although the sensation was arousing.
The twins smiled at each other and then moved progressively down Elphir’s body, lipping and kissing, stopping when they reached the edge of the towel.
“This is coming off now, Elphir,” Elladan growled as he dragged the last vestige of modesty from Elphir’s hips. He could only approve as he watched the two dark heads bend over his lap.
“Look, he has red hair here too,” Elladan said in a mischievous tone, twining his fingers in it and pulling gently.
“He is lovely everywhere,” Elrohir agreed as his hand wrapped aggressively around Elphir’s shaft. The touch sent a shiver all through Elphir’s body. He gasped.
“Sensitive too,” Elladan noted.
“Beautiful. I wonder what he tastes like?” Elrohir said. No sooner were the words uttered than he sank down on Elphir’s cock with his warm, wet mouth. At first he licked, then he began sucking hard, bobbing up and down with a little twist and a flick of the tongue that caused Elphir's breath to catch in a sob each time he was engulfed. Long hair brushed softly against his thighs with each downward stroke. By the gods, he could never have dreamed anyone of elf kindred would do such a thing, much less be so skilled at it.
Almost as if he could hear Elphir’s thoughts, Elladan commented, “He’s good at that, isn’t he?”
Elphir nodded helplessly, watching as his member emerged gleaming wet and then disappeared again. He closed his eyes, feeling the elf's palette hitting him just so, tongue working him until he thought he would go mad. Then Elladan’s mouth was on his, kissing him with greedy gulps as Elrohir began flailing his tongue over the tip of Elphir’s shaft, dipping into the slit. It was almost too intense. Elphir squirmed.
“Hmm, like nectar,” Elrohir said. “Come taste him, Ladan.”
Elladan separated from Elphir’s mouth, dropped down, and the two of them pressed their tongues flat on either side of Elphir’s shaft and began licking enthusiastically up and down. One began kneading and sucking his bollocks, while the other worked the head. Elphir mewled. They pulled off, kissed each other passionately with little sighing moans, then they dropped back down and continued the kiss around Elphir’s cock. By the gods, what a sensation of warm mouths and wet, curling tongues! Helplessly entranced, Elphir moaned his appreciation. One of the twins would be devastating enough, but both at the same time . . . . As if determined to outdo each other, they began alternating.One, then the other, plunged down on him, taking his shaft all the way into the backs of their throats. Exquisite agony. Elphir’s breath came fast now as he rocked his hips forward and back, wanting more, more. “Ahhh,” he cried, “Please, please.”
Elladan wet a finger in his mouth, slipped his hand behind Elphir's bollocks and teased across the opening, which created a pleasant tickling. Then he thrust the finger deep within and began moving it in and out. Not so good. There came a second finger. Ai no!
With a soft cry, Elphir pulled away. Both twins ceased their ministrations.
“What is it?” Elrohir asked.
“It . . . it burns,” Elphir said, shamefaced.
“Burns? When did you last do this?” Elladan asked.
“I haven’t,” Elphir faltered.
“A virgin!” Elladan said in a pleased tone. “What a surprise!” The two of them looked at each other with sly expressions.
“Not completely. It’s just that I’ve always been the one to, um, give it. I’ve never taken it before.” Elphir gulped as he stared at the size of the twin’s arousals, lying thick and stiff along their bellies and reaching just past their navels. He tried to imagine fitting one of those inside him. He couldn't.
“Then we must make sure your first time is pleasurable for you,” Elladan replied. “Have no fear. We've done this, mmmm, a few times before.” He chuckled.
He rose, went to the saddlebags resting on the floor, and groped about in them. Meanwhile Elrohir lay alongside Elphir, massaging his back and flanks with long, soothing strokes, and engaging his mouth in kisses. Elphir stole a hand under the sheaf of hair, enjoying the cool, silky feel.
Elrohir said, “Meleth, my brother and I have a skill that we like to employ when making love. It is especially efficacious for taking away the discomfort when you are first breached.” Here he massaged along Elphir’s temples. “We can form a connection of minds so that you can feel our sensations and we can feel yours. It greatly enhances love-making. I promise you, it is a taste of Aman.”
Elphir swallowed. “You’ll know everything I’m feeling?”
“Yes.”
“And thinking too?”
“To a certain extent. Why? Do you have wicked thoughts? Things you’d like to do to me that you’d rather not share?” Elrohir grinned. He put a finger under Elphir’s chin and held his gaze. “I assure you, there is little that I haven’t done at one time or another.”
"I can well believe that," Elphir said with a swallow. He wasn't going to question. Not tonight. Elwaith 'wann held him in its grip.
“Be brave, thalion neth,” Elrohir said. He kissed him. “You won’t regret it.”
Elladan had joined them, carrying a small ceramic jar in his hand. “Found it,” he said. “This is a salve that will help ease the way. Lie back. Relax.”
Elphir did so. He felt Elladan gently push a finger coated with something cooling inside him. Elrohir leaned down and took Elphir’s cock back in his mouth and soon he was completely distracted from what Elladan was doing.
“How do we accomplish this, uh, joining thing?” Elphir asked, then groaned as Elrohir completely swallowed him.
“I stick it in and we rut like rabbits,” Elladan said, lips brushing Elphir’s ear. He laughed and stroked Elphir’s face. “You mean join our thoughts. We do it like so, meleth.”
He brought both hands to Elphir’s temples, spoke some words that seemed to reverberate in Elphir’s head. For a moment, he saw triple images. It was a strange sensation as if he were at the same time within his own body and also looking down on himself from above. And then, he sensed the twin’s deep connection to each other in body and spirit - their blinding passion - like looking into a hall of mirrors, each one with a facet of experience that went deeper and deeper until he was lost in it.
“Come back, Elphir,” Elladan stroked his hair and he could feel the soft texture on his own fingers. “It is easy to get lost. Take charge of your perception. You can slip in and out of our thoughts from one of us to the other, or feel them all at once - if you can bear it. It’s rather . . . ”
“Consuming,” Elrohir finished.
Elphir gulped. He could certainly agree with that. The room seemed to be vibrating with colors and he heard what could best be described as an echo in his mind. He stroked down Elrohir’s chest, leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling the tender flesh around on his tongue, and felt a curious dual sensation. His hand flew to his own chest.
“Like it?” Elladan asked. “Imagine now, all three of us together, interlocked like puzzle pieces, all feeling each other's ecstasy.”
Elphir had a vision of a tangle of limbs, long dark hair mingling with red, movement, hands gripping hips, heads thrown back, mouths open. Oh, he wanted it.
“Make love to me, Elphir,” Elrohir said, lying back on the blanket and opening his thighs in invitation. He grabbed his cock and released it, letting it slap against his belly. That was too much temptation. Elphir wanted it in his mouth. He took it in hand, slipping the skin back and forth against the curved head, squeezing out a clear pearl-drop. Then he dropped down onto it. Elrohir gasped and so did Elladan. A gratifying sound. A sweet taste. A tantalizing swell of firm flesh against his tongue. And then things shifted and he felt a mouth suckling his own cock. That must be Elrohir’s sense of what he was doing. The pulls were too timid. He focussed on it, changing tactic with longer strokes, taking as much as he could in his mouth, sucking harder, and felt Elrohir’s thrill of pleasure.
Behind him, Elladan was sliding his cock between Elphir’s legs. He reached around and took them both in his large hands, rubbing them together. The smell and friction of warm skin under his hands, the pop of flesh. It all felt so good.
Like that? he heard Elladan’s voice in his head, the voice that was pure sex. Elphir groaned and heard gentle laughter. It gets better. Much better. Take my brother and I’ll take you.
Elphir felt a moment of panic and then heard soothing murmurs from both twins. Elladan began a singsong chant. Soon Elphir felt as though he’d been swimming miles through cool waves, relaxed and euphoric. Sensations bombarded him, making him dizzy. He felt the creamy slide of Elladan spreading the salve on Elrohir’s entrance and then he gently took hold of Elphir’s straining cock.
Hurry, I’m hungry for you, Elrohir said. Take me, Swan Lord. Shove it in good and hard.
Elphir’s loins thrummed with lust. He wanted it so badly. He pressed forward, somewhat unsure, pushed past the tight ring, gasped and hesitated until Elrohir impatiently canted his hips, then he pressed forward again, slowly and inexorably, until Elrohir’s body had swallowed him entirely, and his hips grazed the elf’s backside. His head swam with the feeling of being tightly encased in velvet heat.
That’s perfect, Elphir, Elrohir moaned. Feel how good that is?
Elphir nodded. It felt marvelous, both his sensation and Elrohir’s.
“Hold his legs up a bit and shift position and it’ll be even better,” Elladan said. Elphir complied.
“Now move, meleth,” Elladan growled.
Elphir did - and felt a bloom of bright pleasure as he hit some secret bundle of nerves inside Elrohir. The pleasure spread in a fierce glow, arching through his hips.
Elrohir gasped and threw his head back. Yes, there. Oh yes. Again, he crooned.
Elphir sped up, feeling that streak of sensation, blossoming, flowing through his loins into his whole body. Gods, he panted. Had no idea. None at all. His first tumble had told him he liked it, but Elphir had chalked it up to professional flattery, now he could feel Elrohir’s genuine pleasure in the act. No wonder some said they craved it.
It gets better, Elladan thought.
“Uh, how is that possible?” Elphir cried.
He heard gentle laughter and then Elladan’s voice in his head. Stop for a moment, Carandol, lean forward, raise up a bit and spread your legs, and we’ll add the last measure of delight to the dance.
He felt the cooling salve being applied to his nether regions until he became slippery wet and then the same smoothed on Elladan’s cock. All of them relished the pleasure of Elladan’s calloused hands sliding up and down, making his organ slick. To Elphir, it felt like he was polishing his own cock, but it couldn’t be, because his was buried deep inside Elrohir. The very realization caused another flare of heat. Fingers pushed into him, a painful stretch. Then they were withdrawn, and suddenly he felt a large object brushing at his threshold, sliding off, and pressing in again. Pushing. Then, with a sudden burning thrust, it was within him, a battering ram stretching him wider than he’d thought possible. It burned! Oh, by the gods!
“Unnnngghhhh,” Elphir’s groan was wrenched from deep in his gut.
That’s the sound I wanted to hear, Elladan chuckled.
“Ai, that hurts,” Elphir hissed.
Slip into my feelings, Elladan replied. See how completely glorious you feel to me? By Mandos, you’re tight. Elladan began moving and the pain mutated into something not-pain.
Elphir’s sensations shifted as if he were reeling about drunk and then he felt that incredibly tight heat throbbing around his cock. Oh yes, oh gods yes, that was marvelous.
“Now, move!” Elladan ordered. “Take my brother - hard. Make us all howl.”
They began a strange motion, where Elphir moved forward into Elrohir’s clenching heat and then backward, impaling himself on Elladan’s pike. Elladan shoved back as if he were pushing right through Elphir into his brother causing delight to spike through them all, amplified back and forth. It became harder and harder to tell where one of them ended and the other began. It was a strange, swooping flight between sensations as if catching a warm current of wind and soaring to the next level.
He could hear Elladan and Elrohir’s thoughts in Sindarin, which bypassed his conscious thought to pure comprehension, like clear water in dappled sunlight.
Elrohir, tôren, melethron nîn, feel me inside you, feel yourself inside me. We are joined together, forever and always.
Gîl guren, Star of my Heart, we go to the realm where there is no fear or pain. Take us to the place of ecstasy.
* * * *
It felt as if waves crested with white foam were breaking on the shore, pulling back with a hiss, and then breaking again. They gathered power and size, roaring in and foaming all around him, until a titan reared up, poised, heavy with potential.
This is it, Elphir. Now! Tolo! Elladan and Elrohir both cried.
And suddenly he was on the crest of a wave, rushing forward on the curl of green water. He cried out, “Please, oh gods, please, I need . . . I need.” He leaned forward and took Elrohir’s mouth with his, sensing a forceful Elladan kissing his brother right through him, as the surf crashed all about, then slammed them onto the shore, exploding with a thunderous boom. Buffeted and tossed, he bathed in the purest bliss he’d ever known.
And then he wasn’t in this world any more. Rising from the sparkling green waves, he was a swan soaring through the sunlit air, accompanied by the twins who swooped about him with a dry flap of wings. Elphir could feel longing and completion, great joy and terrible sorrow between them. They were ancient as the seas and young as grey cygnets. They chased each other, calling with sad, echoing cries. A flash of blinding light and two became one - a beautiful black swan, which disappeared into the clouds.
When Elphir finally opened his eyes, he found that the connection between them was severed. It was a lonely feeling. The twins had pulled free from him and were lying in each other’s arms on the mattress, eyes fluttering under closed lids. Softly moaning, they arched their backs, their bodies slowly twisting, faces transformed with joy.
Elphir shuddered and then shuddered again. His whole body was throbbing and he felt thoroughly, completely undone. He let his head fall back against the mattress. His voice hurt as if he’d been screaming. “By all that’s sacred,” he rasped, “that was . . . unlike anything . . . the most . . . I feel . . . so wonderful!"
After a time, he looked over again. The twins had stopped moving and appeared to be staring at the ceiling with unfocussed eyes.
Elphir trailed a finger along a pulsing vein in Elrohir’s muscled arm. “Are you well?” he asked.
Elrohir turned towards him with a smile. He cupped Elphir’s face in a hand and kissed him tenderly. “Now, my swan prince, do you understand?”
“Yes, I think so,” Elphir said. “I should like to feel that way about someone. To be find a match to my soul and be so completely in love.”
Elladan raised himself on an elbow. “You do understand, Cygnet. Perhaps you will meet your fëamelda, in time.” He pulled Elrohir’s head to his chest and kissed the top of it. “Once found, may you never lose him. That is my greatest fear.”
There was a tentative knock on the door and then Neled’s voice, “M’lord, are ye well?”
Elphir got up, staggered a little, and realized his backside was rather sore. He went to the door and opened it a crack. “Yes, Neled.”
“I wondered, m’lord as there was some screamin’ in your room a bit ago. Sounded like yeh was either being tortured . . . or having a grand ol’ time.” He grinned. “Was it fun?”
Elphir smiled. “A pity you don’t care for that sort of thing, Neled. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“In the morning, then, sir.”
Elphir shut the door gently and paused for a moment. The room was clothed in dancing shadows from the fire, now burning towards embers. The twins lay next to each other on the make-shift bed. Gleaming skin, long legs, and round arses. Mirror images. They each had their heads propped on a hand and were staring at each other. One of them reached up and traced the other’s lips with a forefinger. Elphir felt a stab of jealousy. How marvelous to have a bond like that into eternity. And yet, having shared their bond, if only briefly, he also understood that there was sorrow and pain as well, the burden of a sin carried over eighteen hundred years. His mind ached at the thought.
One twin turned toward him, a glint of light at the right ear - Elladan. “Come back to bed, Elphir,” he called. Then he curled his lip. “We’re not finished with you, yet.”
Elphir had to stop a moment to take a deep breath. By the gods.
He returned and the twins moved apart. Elrohir patted the mattress between them invitingly and Elphir cast himself down.
“Did you like it?” Elladan asked.
“Oh yes,” Elphir enthused. “How could I not? That was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Is that an ability all elves have or just you two?”
“It’s rare, but not unheard of,” Elrohir said. “There are some among us able to mind-speak over long distances with a few other powerful elves. My brother and I can do it with each other and we’ve found we can include another mind if we act together, but not separately. It’s as if two of us together amplify our individual abilities.”
“Well, those abilities are truly formidable. I’ve never experienced the like, nor will I again, I imagine,” Elphir said. “You must have had a lot of practice.”
“We like honing our abilities,” Elladan chuckled. “And it is always enchanting to find a new partner to practice with.” He stroked down Elphir’s back all the way to his arse, which he gently squeezed.
Elphir said, “Please tell me something, because I am confused. I thought that elves didn’t like copulation, that they did it only to beget children, and that once they had one or two, they ceased doing it altogether. And further, that they believed doing it with the same gender was a terrible offense against the Valar.”
Both the twins burst into laughter.
“Where did you lay hold of that strange idea?” Elladan asked.
“Well, here and there. There was even a play about it earlier in the square. To be sure, it was a farce, but it matched what I had read. It was about my ancestors, Imrazôr and Mithrellas, and it suggested she left him because she didn’t want to have relations with him any more.”
“Huh," Elladan snorted. "She left him because he was a tyrant. It’s a long, tragic story, like many of those between elves and men.”
“Ah,” Elphir replied. “I’d like to hear it sometime. But on the topic at hand, I read an essay in my father’s library by a well-known elven scholar who said the same thing.”
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other. “Hír Morland strikes again,” they both said, chuckling.
“Yes, I think that was the author,” Elphir said.
Elladan sighed. “Morland was a chronicler of the Second Age, who became convinced that Celebrimbor’s willingness to be seduced by Sauron and the downfall of Númenor were the result of corruption and impurity. He concluded that lust was at the root of many evil deeds, both among elves and men, and he was particularly bothered by promiscuity. His wife was a strumpet, they say, so maybe that was the underlying reason. In any case, he wrote an essay describing how the ideal elf should behave in which he suggested that we should only have sexual relations in the early years of marriage, purely for procreation. I believe he would have rejected having them completely but he realized we had to replace our numbers somehow.” Elladan laughed again. “Let me enlighten you, my dear Elphir. In this, as in all things, you’ll find variation. Some elves are content with very little sensual experience. Others want a great deal more. Many of us fall in love and take mates, whom we love with singular devotion. Others remain unwed, taking occasional comfort where chance wills. Some of us favor females; others males. Many of us enjoy either gender. And then there is my brother and I who indulge in secret sin, for which we shall probably pay eventually. But there it is. We search for the mate to our fëa and don’t much care what housing it takes. That’s the truth, not Morland’s fanciful description of the ideal elf. The pleasure of love-making is a beautiful gift from the Valar, not to be squandered. And when you live forever, sensuality can mean the difference between having a zest for life and complete ennui. So, you’ll find many of us do love to fuck.” He was winding a long strand of Elphir’s hair around his finger. “To put it crudely,” he amended.
“Oh,” Elphir said. And then, “Oh,” again.
"It may be that my brother and I are unusually lusty. If so, I blame the human side," Elladan said with a laugh.
“Oh indeed! Blame us for your perversity,” Elphir joked. Then he said more seriously, “This is a revelation. If I’d known this years ago, I would not have thought my desires betrayed my heritage.”
Elrohir said, “Behold your reflection in the mirror, just as the oracle said to you. And speaking of a love of fucking,” he squeezed a handful of Elphir’s rear end, “look at this fine arse, brother.”
“It’s very appealing,” Elladan said. “Just like the rest of him. I have a mind to plough it again.”
“Oh no,” Elrohir laughed. “It’s my turn.” He slapped Elphir's rear, playfully.
“Ow,” Elphir laughed. “Mandos, I don’t know if I can take it again.”
“Oh, I’m thinking you’ll take it several more times tonight,” Elladan said, his voice a seductive rumble.
Lust ripped through Elphir as his cock suddenly engorged against the linen sheet. “I’ll permit it only if I can take you as well,” he said to Elladan. He seized the twin’s hair and drew him in for a demanding kiss.
“Oooh, brother, our tender cygnet is becoming an aggressive swan,” Elladan laughed as he came up for air, before Elphir attacked his mouth again.
****************
*tolo - come
*on the translation of Elphir - normally swan is “alph.” Apparently Tolkien changed it to "elph" for some obscure linguistic reason. Malinornë speculates it's because of the “i” in the second syllable.
*fëamelda - soul lover, or soul mate
-tbc-
Elphir took a deep breath. Well, it was either hide in here all night or face his demons. He wrapped the towel about his waist, cracked open the door, and peered out.
One of the twins was putting another log on the fire. The flames crackled up greedily and the front of his nude body was clothed in an orange glow. The undulating dip of muscles, outlined in shadow, resembled a bronze breastplate.
The wooden pallets and feather mattresses had been pulled away from the wall and set on the floor in front of the hearth. The other twin was at the sideboard, pouring another draught from the silver flask. He approached, carrying the cups. Earring in the right ear - it was Elladan. He handed one to his brother and the other to Elphir. “Is something the matter?” he asked, examining Elphir’s face.
“Um, no,” Elphir spluttered. Elladan’s presence was overwhelming.
“You saw us, didn’t you?” Elladan said. “And it troubles you.”
“I, I don’t know what to think.”
"If you are offended, we can go sleep in the loft,” Elladan said angrily. He picked up his shirt and shook it out with a snap.
“Elladan!” Elrohir said in a warning growl. They looked at each other and something seemed to smolder between them.
“No, don’t leave, please.” Elphir held out his hand. “I only need to become accustomed to the idea. It isn’t something I’d ever considered before.”
“Alphros, come, sit.” Elrohir patted the mattress beside him. Elphir sank down, holding his cup in a shaky hand. “You, as well, tôren.”
Elladan landed with a thump closely behind him.
Elrohir said to Elphir, “You've been hurt because others have judged your desires as evil, is that not true? Why would you, in turn, judge what we do?”
Elphir shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said, feeling young and lost. “I don’t know what to think.”
Elrohir rubbed his back in wide circles. “We have trusted you with our secret,” he said. “If you want understanding, you shall have it by morning. Is that an acceptable bargain?”
“Y-yes.”
Elrohir said, “Then I propose another toast. To discovering that of yourself which you know not of.” He tapped Elphir’s cup with his. Elladan did the same and they all tossed the mouthful down. Once again, the elf liquor began stealing through Elphir’s limbs, filling him with fire.
“I have a confession to make,” Elphir said, wiping his lips on his hand.
“What’s that, Alphros?”
“My name is not Alphros. It’s Elphir.”
The twins chuckled.
“Yes, I wondered,” Elrohir said. “Elphir, hmmm, elph, that is a variant of “alph” or swan, and “hir” is lord. Swan Lord, then. How fitting for Dol Amroth.”
“You know then that Prince Imrahil is my father?”
“We’d already guessed as much,” Elladan said. “You look like him.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here. So, just as you are trusting me with your secret, I am trusting you with mine.”
Elrohir said, “I don’t see any reason why we need tell Imrahil about his son’s escapades, and in any event, it is unlikely our paths would cross any time soon. No, you may rely on our discretion.”
“That’s good because. . . .” Elphir began.
“You’re thinking too much,” Elrohir said. “Come here.”
Oh such sweet lips, a mouth that tasted like honeyed wine. Elphir felt himself relaxing, flowing with the kiss. Their mouths met ever more urgently. Elphir opened wide and devoured the half-elf’s agile tongue. Elrohir put a hand on his waist drawing him closer, while behind him, Elladan caressed his chest, gently pinching his nipples. Elphir had the sensation of a flare of sparks, as wood shifting in a fire. His breathing quickened.
“After tonight, you won’t be the same,” Elrohir murmured as his lips shifted to Elphir's neck. “A union of elves and men always carries that weight and joy. The illusions fall away and our true natures will be revealed, just as your oracle told you.”
Elphir nodded, but he could barely concentrate as Elladan continued running his hands over his body, caressing and squeezing as he went. Elrohir leaned down and gathered a nipple in his mouth and Elladan took in the other one, both tugging gently. He felt a rough swirl of tongues. Elphir flinched and laughed, somewhat embarrassed, although the sensation was arousing.
The twins smiled at each other and then moved progressively down Elphir’s body, lipping and kissing, stopping when they reached the edge of the towel.
“This is coming off now, Elphir,” Elladan growled as he dragged the last vestige of modesty from Elphir’s hips. He could only approve as he watched the two dark heads bend over his lap.
“Look, he has red hair here too,” Elladan said in a mischievous tone, twining his fingers in it and pulling gently.
“He is lovely everywhere,” Elrohir agreed as his hand wrapped aggressively around Elphir’s shaft. The touch sent a shiver all through Elphir’s body. He gasped.
“Sensitive too,” Elladan noted.
“Beautiful. I wonder what he tastes like?” Elrohir said. No sooner were the words uttered than he sank down on Elphir’s cock with his warm, wet mouth. At first he licked, then he began sucking hard, bobbing up and down with a little twist and a flick of the tongue that caused Elphir's breath to catch in a sob each time he was engulfed. Long hair brushed softly against his thighs with each downward stroke. By the gods, he could never have dreamed anyone of elf kindred would do such a thing, much less be so skilled at it.
Almost as if he could hear Elphir’s thoughts, Elladan commented, “He’s good at that, isn’t he?”
Elphir nodded helplessly, watching as his member emerged gleaming wet and then disappeared again. He closed his eyes, feeling the elf's palette hitting him just so, tongue working him until he thought he would go mad. Then Elladan’s mouth was on his, kissing him with greedy gulps as Elrohir began flailing his tongue over the tip of Elphir’s shaft, dipping into the slit. It was almost too intense. Elphir squirmed.
“Hmm, like nectar,” Elrohir said. “Come taste him, Ladan.”
Elladan separated from Elphir’s mouth, dropped down, and the two of them pressed their tongues flat on either side of Elphir’s shaft and began licking enthusiastically up and down. One began kneading and sucking his bollocks, while the other worked the head. Elphir mewled. They pulled off, kissed each other passionately with little sighing moans, then they dropped back down and continued the kiss around Elphir’s cock. By the gods, what a sensation of warm mouths and wet, curling tongues! Helplessly entranced, Elphir moaned his appreciation. One of the twins would be devastating enough, but both at the same time . . . . As if determined to outdo each other, they began alternating.One, then the other, plunged down on him, taking his shaft all the way into the backs of their throats. Exquisite agony. Elphir’s breath came fast now as he rocked his hips forward and back, wanting more, more. “Ahhh,” he cried, “Please, please.”
Elladan wet a finger in his mouth, slipped his hand behind Elphir's bollocks and teased across the opening, which created a pleasant tickling. Then he thrust the finger deep within and began moving it in and out. Not so good. There came a second finger. Ai no!
With a soft cry, Elphir pulled away. Both twins ceased their ministrations.
“What is it?” Elrohir asked.
“It . . . it burns,” Elphir said, shamefaced.
“Burns? When did you last do this?” Elladan asked.
“I haven’t,” Elphir faltered.
“A virgin!” Elladan said in a pleased tone. “What a surprise!” The two of them looked at each other with sly expressions.
“Not completely. It’s just that I’ve always been the one to, um, give it. I’ve never taken it before.” Elphir gulped as he stared at the size of the twin’s arousals, lying thick and stiff along their bellies and reaching just past their navels. He tried to imagine fitting one of those inside him. He couldn't.
“Then we must make sure your first time is pleasurable for you,” Elladan replied. “Have no fear. We've done this, mmmm, a few times before.” He chuckled.
He rose, went to the saddlebags resting on the floor, and groped about in them. Meanwhile Elrohir lay alongside Elphir, massaging his back and flanks with long, soothing strokes, and engaging his mouth in kisses. Elphir stole a hand under the sheaf of hair, enjoying the cool, silky feel.
Elrohir said, “Meleth, my brother and I have a skill that we like to employ when making love. It is especially efficacious for taking away the discomfort when you are first breached.” Here he massaged along Elphir’s temples. “We can form a connection of minds so that you can feel our sensations and we can feel yours. It greatly enhances love-making. I promise you, it is a taste of Aman.”
Elphir swallowed. “You’ll know everything I’m feeling?”
“Yes.”
“And thinking too?”
“To a certain extent. Why? Do you have wicked thoughts? Things you’d like to do to me that you’d rather not share?” Elrohir grinned. He put a finger under Elphir’s chin and held his gaze. “I assure you, there is little that I haven’t done at one time or another.”
"I can well believe that," Elphir said with a swallow. He wasn't going to question. Not tonight. Elwaith 'wann held him in its grip.
“Be brave, thalion neth,” Elrohir said. He kissed him. “You won’t regret it.”
Elladan had joined them, carrying a small ceramic jar in his hand. “Found it,” he said. “This is a salve that will help ease the way. Lie back. Relax.”
Elphir did so. He felt Elladan gently push a finger coated with something cooling inside him. Elrohir leaned down and took Elphir’s cock back in his mouth and soon he was completely distracted from what Elladan was doing.
“How do we accomplish this, uh, joining thing?” Elphir asked, then groaned as Elrohir completely swallowed him.
“I stick it in and we rut like rabbits,” Elladan said, lips brushing Elphir’s ear. He laughed and stroked Elphir’s face. “You mean join our thoughts. We do it like so, meleth.”
He brought both hands to Elphir’s temples, spoke some words that seemed to reverberate in Elphir’s head. For a moment, he saw triple images. It was a strange sensation as if he were at the same time within his own body and also looking down on himself from above. And then, he sensed the twin’s deep connection to each other in body and spirit - their blinding passion - like looking into a hall of mirrors, each one with a facet of experience that went deeper and deeper until he was lost in it.
“Come back, Elphir,” Elladan stroked his hair and he could feel the soft texture on his own fingers. “It is easy to get lost. Take charge of your perception. You can slip in and out of our thoughts from one of us to the other, or feel them all at once - if you can bear it. It’s rather . . . ”
“Consuming,” Elrohir finished.
Elphir gulped. He could certainly agree with that. The room seemed to be vibrating with colors and he heard what could best be described as an echo in his mind. He stroked down Elrohir’s chest, leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling the tender flesh around on his tongue, and felt a curious dual sensation. His hand flew to his own chest.
“Like it?” Elladan asked. “Imagine now, all three of us together, interlocked like puzzle pieces, all feeling each other's ecstasy.”
Elphir had a vision of a tangle of limbs, long dark hair mingling with red, movement, hands gripping hips, heads thrown back, mouths open. Oh, he wanted it.
“Make love to me, Elphir,” Elrohir said, lying back on the blanket and opening his thighs in invitation. He grabbed his cock and released it, letting it slap against his belly. That was too much temptation. Elphir wanted it in his mouth. He took it in hand, slipping the skin back and forth against the curved head, squeezing out a clear pearl-drop. Then he dropped down onto it. Elrohir gasped and so did Elladan. A gratifying sound. A sweet taste. A tantalizing swell of firm flesh against his tongue. And then things shifted and he felt a mouth suckling his own cock. That must be Elrohir’s sense of what he was doing. The pulls were too timid. He focussed on it, changing tactic with longer strokes, taking as much as he could in his mouth, sucking harder, and felt Elrohir’s thrill of pleasure.
Behind him, Elladan was sliding his cock between Elphir’s legs. He reached around and took them both in his large hands, rubbing them together. The smell and friction of warm skin under his hands, the pop of flesh. It all felt so good.
Like that? he heard Elladan’s voice in his head, the voice that was pure sex. Elphir groaned and heard gentle laughter. It gets better. Much better. Take my brother and I’ll take you.
Elphir felt a moment of panic and then heard soothing murmurs from both twins. Elladan began a singsong chant. Soon Elphir felt as though he’d been swimming miles through cool waves, relaxed and euphoric. Sensations bombarded him, making him dizzy. He felt the creamy slide of Elladan spreading the salve on Elrohir’s entrance and then he gently took hold of Elphir’s straining cock.
Hurry, I’m hungry for you, Elrohir said. Take me, Swan Lord. Shove it in good and hard.
Elphir’s loins thrummed with lust. He wanted it so badly. He pressed forward, somewhat unsure, pushed past the tight ring, gasped and hesitated until Elrohir impatiently canted his hips, then he pressed forward again, slowly and inexorably, until Elrohir’s body had swallowed him entirely, and his hips grazed the elf’s backside. His head swam with the feeling of being tightly encased in velvet heat.
That’s perfect, Elphir, Elrohir moaned. Feel how good that is?
Elphir nodded. It felt marvelous, both his sensation and Elrohir’s.
“Hold his legs up a bit and shift position and it’ll be even better,” Elladan said. Elphir complied.
“Now move, meleth,” Elladan growled.
Elphir did - and felt a bloom of bright pleasure as he hit some secret bundle of nerves inside Elrohir. The pleasure spread in a fierce glow, arching through his hips.
Elrohir gasped and threw his head back. Yes, there. Oh yes. Again, he crooned.
Elphir sped up, feeling that streak of sensation, blossoming, flowing through his loins into his whole body. Gods, he panted. Had no idea. None at all. His first tumble had told him he liked it, but Elphir had chalked it up to professional flattery, now he could feel Elrohir’s genuine pleasure in the act. No wonder some said they craved it.
It gets better, Elladan thought.
“Uh, how is that possible?” Elphir cried.
He heard gentle laughter and then Elladan’s voice in his head. Stop for a moment, Carandol, lean forward, raise up a bit and spread your legs, and we’ll add the last measure of delight to the dance.
He felt the cooling salve being applied to his nether regions until he became slippery wet and then the same smoothed on Elladan’s cock. All of them relished the pleasure of Elladan’s calloused hands sliding up and down, making his organ slick. To Elphir, it felt like he was polishing his own cock, but it couldn’t be, because his was buried deep inside Elrohir. The very realization caused another flare of heat. Fingers pushed into him, a painful stretch. Then they were withdrawn, and suddenly he felt a large object brushing at his threshold, sliding off, and pressing in again. Pushing. Then, with a sudden burning thrust, it was within him, a battering ram stretching him wider than he’d thought possible. It burned! Oh, by the gods!
“Unnnngghhhh,” Elphir’s groan was wrenched from deep in his gut.
That’s the sound I wanted to hear, Elladan chuckled.
“Ai, that hurts,” Elphir hissed.
Slip into my feelings, Elladan replied. See how completely glorious you feel to me? By Mandos, you’re tight. Elladan began moving and the pain mutated into something not-pain.
Elphir’s sensations shifted as if he were reeling about drunk and then he felt that incredibly tight heat throbbing around his cock. Oh yes, oh gods yes, that was marvelous.
“Now, move!” Elladan ordered. “Take my brother - hard. Make us all howl.”
They began a strange motion, where Elphir moved forward into Elrohir’s clenching heat and then backward, impaling himself on Elladan’s pike. Elladan shoved back as if he were pushing right through Elphir into his brother causing delight to spike through them all, amplified back and forth. It became harder and harder to tell where one of them ended and the other began. It was a strange, swooping flight between sensations as if catching a warm current of wind and soaring to the next level.
He could hear Elladan and Elrohir’s thoughts in Sindarin, which bypassed his conscious thought to pure comprehension, like clear water in dappled sunlight.
Elrohir, tôren, melethron nîn, feel me inside you, feel yourself inside me. We are joined together, forever and always.
Gîl guren, Star of my Heart, we go to the realm where there is no fear or pain. Take us to the place of ecstasy.
* * * *
It felt as if waves crested with white foam were breaking on the shore, pulling back with a hiss, and then breaking again. They gathered power and size, roaring in and foaming all around him, until a titan reared up, poised, heavy with potential.
This is it, Elphir. Now! Tolo! Elladan and Elrohir both cried.
And suddenly he was on the crest of a wave, rushing forward on the curl of green water. He cried out, “Please, oh gods, please, I need . . . I need.” He leaned forward and took Elrohir’s mouth with his, sensing a forceful Elladan kissing his brother right through him, as the surf crashed all about, then slammed them onto the shore, exploding with a thunderous boom. Buffeted and tossed, he bathed in the purest bliss he’d ever known.
And then he wasn’t in this world any more. Rising from the sparkling green waves, he was a swan soaring through the sunlit air, accompanied by the twins who swooped about him with a dry flap of wings. Elphir could feel longing and completion, great joy and terrible sorrow between them. They were ancient as the seas and young as grey cygnets. They chased each other, calling with sad, echoing cries. A flash of blinding light and two became one - a beautiful black swan, which disappeared into the clouds.
When Elphir finally opened his eyes, he found that the connection between them was severed. It was a lonely feeling. The twins had pulled free from him and were lying in each other’s arms on the mattress, eyes fluttering under closed lids. Softly moaning, they arched their backs, their bodies slowly twisting, faces transformed with joy.
Elphir shuddered and then shuddered again. His whole body was throbbing and he felt thoroughly, completely undone. He let his head fall back against the mattress. His voice hurt as if he’d been screaming. “By all that’s sacred,” he rasped, “that was . . . unlike anything . . . the most . . . I feel . . . so wonderful!"
After a time, he looked over again. The twins had stopped moving and appeared to be staring at the ceiling with unfocussed eyes.
Elphir trailed a finger along a pulsing vein in Elrohir’s muscled arm. “Are you well?” he asked.
Elrohir turned towards him with a smile. He cupped Elphir’s face in a hand and kissed him tenderly. “Now, my swan prince, do you understand?”
“Yes, I think so,” Elphir said. “I should like to feel that way about someone. To be find a match to my soul and be so completely in love.”
Elladan raised himself on an elbow. “You do understand, Cygnet. Perhaps you will meet your fëamelda, in time.” He pulled Elrohir’s head to his chest and kissed the top of it. “Once found, may you never lose him. That is my greatest fear.”
There was a tentative knock on the door and then Neled’s voice, “M’lord, are ye well?”
Elphir got up, staggered a little, and realized his backside was rather sore. He went to the door and opened it a crack. “Yes, Neled.”
“I wondered, m’lord as there was some screamin’ in your room a bit ago. Sounded like yeh was either being tortured . . . or having a grand ol’ time.” He grinned. “Was it fun?”
Elphir smiled. “A pity you don’t care for that sort of thing, Neled. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“In the morning, then, sir.”
Elphir shut the door gently and paused for a moment. The room was clothed in dancing shadows from the fire, now burning towards embers. The twins lay next to each other on the make-shift bed. Gleaming skin, long legs, and round arses. Mirror images. They each had their heads propped on a hand and were staring at each other. One of them reached up and traced the other’s lips with a forefinger. Elphir felt a stab of jealousy. How marvelous to have a bond like that into eternity. And yet, having shared their bond, if only briefly, he also understood that there was sorrow and pain as well, the burden of a sin carried over eighteen hundred years. His mind ached at the thought.
One twin turned toward him, a glint of light at the right ear - Elladan. “Come back to bed, Elphir,” he called. Then he curled his lip. “We’re not finished with you, yet.”
Elphir had to stop a moment to take a deep breath. By the gods.
He returned and the twins moved apart. Elrohir patted the mattress between them invitingly and Elphir cast himself down.
“Did you like it?” Elladan asked.
“Oh yes,” Elphir enthused. “How could I not? That was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Is that an ability all elves have or just you two?”
“It’s rare, but not unheard of,” Elrohir said. “There are some among us able to mind-speak over long distances with a few other powerful elves. My brother and I can do it with each other and we’ve found we can include another mind if we act together, but not separately. It’s as if two of us together amplify our individual abilities.”
“Well, those abilities are truly formidable. I’ve never experienced the like, nor will I again, I imagine,” Elphir said. “You must have had a lot of practice.”
“We like honing our abilities,” Elladan chuckled. “And it is always enchanting to find a new partner to practice with.” He stroked down Elphir’s back all the way to his arse, which he gently squeezed.
Elphir said, “Please tell me something, because I am confused. I thought that elves didn’t like copulation, that they did it only to beget children, and that once they had one or two, they ceased doing it altogether. And further, that they believed doing it with the same gender was a terrible offense against the Valar.”
Both the twins burst into laughter.
“Where did you lay hold of that strange idea?” Elladan asked.
“Well, here and there. There was even a play about it earlier in the square. To be sure, it was a farce, but it matched what I had read. It was about my ancestors, Imrazôr and Mithrellas, and it suggested she left him because she didn’t want to have relations with him any more.”
“Huh," Elladan snorted. "She left him because he was a tyrant. It’s a long, tragic story, like many of those between elves and men.”
“Ah,” Elphir replied. “I’d like to hear it sometime. But on the topic at hand, I read an essay in my father’s library by a well-known elven scholar who said the same thing.”
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other. “Hír Morland strikes again,” they both said, chuckling.
“Yes, I think that was the author,” Elphir said.
Elladan sighed. “Morland was a chronicler of the Second Age, who became convinced that Celebrimbor’s willingness to be seduced by Sauron and the downfall of Númenor were the result of corruption and impurity. He concluded that lust was at the root of many evil deeds, both among elves and men, and he was particularly bothered by promiscuity. His wife was a strumpet, they say, so maybe that was the underlying reason. In any case, he wrote an essay describing how the ideal elf should behave in which he suggested that we should only have sexual relations in the early years of marriage, purely for procreation. I believe he would have rejected having them completely but he realized we had to replace our numbers somehow.” Elladan laughed again. “Let me enlighten you, my dear Elphir. In this, as in all things, you’ll find variation. Some elves are content with very little sensual experience. Others want a great deal more. Many of us fall in love and take mates, whom we love with singular devotion. Others remain unwed, taking occasional comfort where chance wills. Some of us favor females; others males. Many of us enjoy either gender. And then there is my brother and I who indulge in secret sin, for which we shall probably pay eventually. But there it is. We search for the mate to our fëa and don’t much care what housing it takes. That’s the truth, not Morland’s fanciful description of the ideal elf. The pleasure of love-making is a beautiful gift from the Valar, not to be squandered. And when you live forever, sensuality can mean the difference between having a zest for life and complete ennui. So, you’ll find many of us do love to fuck.” He was winding a long strand of Elphir’s hair around his finger. “To put it crudely,” he amended.
“Oh,” Elphir said. And then, “Oh,” again.
"It may be that my brother and I are unusually lusty. If so, I blame the human side," Elladan said with a laugh.
“Oh indeed! Blame us for your perversity,” Elphir joked. Then he said more seriously, “This is a revelation. If I’d known this years ago, I would not have thought my desires betrayed my heritage.”
Elrohir said, “Behold your reflection in the mirror, just as the oracle said to you. And speaking of a love of fucking,” he squeezed a handful of Elphir’s rear end, “look at this fine arse, brother.”
“It’s very appealing,” Elladan said. “Just like the rest of him. I have a mind to plough it again.”
“Oh no,” Elrohir laughed. “It’s my turn.” He slapped Elphir's rear, playfully.
“Ow,” Elphir laughed. “Mandos, I don’t know if I can take it again.”
“Oh, I’m thinking you’ll take it several more times tonight,” Elladan said, his voice a seductive rumble.
Lust ripped through Elphir as his cock suddenly engorged against the linen sheet. “I’ll permit it only if I can take you as well,” he said to Elladan. He seized the twin’s hair and drew him in for a demanding kiss.
“Oooh, brother, our tender cygnet is becoming an aggressive swan,” Elladan laughed as he came up for air, before Elphir attacked his mouth again.
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*tolo - come
*on the translation of Elphir - normally swan is “alph.” Apparently Tolkien changed it to "elph" for some obscure linguistic reason. Malinornë speculates it's because of the “i” in the second syllable.
*fëamelda - soul lover, or soul mate
-tbc-