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fimbrethielTitle: Winner Takes All (1/6)
Series: Games of Love - Part I
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairings/Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor, Estel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, twincest, 3-way, voyeurism, masturbation. Mostly PWP, a wee bit of story
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Betas: Helena, Donna, NimrodelJen, Orchyd Constyne (various chapters)
Original date of completion: June 8, 2004 (revised January 2015)
Summary: During a game of cards, the sons of Elrond decide to make a private wager, and the Golden One will be the prize. They have a witness, who will soon meet someone who will change his life.
Author’s Note 1: I was inspired by a memory Aragorn had in Laurelin’s ‘A River’s Tale’, where he witnessed Glorfindel and Erestor having sex in Elrond's library. Laurelin graciously allowed me to use her imagery and write a little interlude of my own. Unfortunately, Laurelin's story seems to have disappeared from every archive I searched. You'll all just have to trust me that it was smoking hot. :)
The ring Estel wears is, obviously, the ring of Barahir.
Author's Note 2: This story was originally published way back in 2004 on other archives, in a very slightly different form. I've tweaked it a bit, removed some horrible Elvish, and done a bit of polishing, but no substantial changes were made.
Winner of the 2004 My Precious Award for hottest adult-rated story!
Italics not used for simple emphasis denote mindspeak
*~*~*~*~*
Imladris, Third Age 2951
As Glorfindel turned a corner and entered the hallway, he heard the sound of boisterous laughter emanating from the large suite of rooms the twins shared, and a smile graced his features. They’ve all returned, then, safe and sound, he thought with relief.
Elladan, Elrohir, and their foster brother Estel had recently returned from another expedition into the wilds, their mission simply to slaughter as many Orcs as possible. The sons of Elrond would never forget the torture their mother had endured in the foul, filthy Orc dens. Estel frequently joined them, taking revenge against the creatures that had slain his father when Estel was but more than a babe.
Glorfindel, having sworn to serve and protect Elrond’s household since his return from the Halls of Mandos in the previous age, worried every time the three journeyed into the lands on one of their missions. But Elladan and Elrohir were seasoned warriors, and Estel, though young, had spent his entire twenty Human years training and fighting alongside the two, and being trained by Glorfindel himself. Estel, while mortal, could hold his own in combat, Glorfindel had seen to that.
A burst of ribald laughter greeted him as he pushed open the door. Elrohir had apparently just told a joke and had caused the other two to erupt into gales of hilarity. They finally caught sight of the blond warrior of Gondolin and the three gave a welcoming cheer. Rising from their seats, as one they swept across the floor and crushed Glorfindel in a hug.
“When did you return from patrol?” Estel asked, smiling, as he drew back and returned to his seat, absently picking up and shuffling the deck of cards on the table.
“Just a while back," Glorfindel replied, pulling up a spare chair. "The borders of Imladris are secure, for now. The land carries rumors of Sauron’s rise, and I know not how long it will be safe to travel, but for now our fair valley is protected."
“You took some of the new recruits this patrol, yes?” Elladan asked.
“Aye, and one in particular that I am keeping an eye on. He is already showing great promise; he simply needs a few more years’ experience under his belt. I spent a few extra minutes in the pit with him, refining his techniques.”
Elladan snorted with laughter. “Yes, I’m sure you did,” he snickered, giving his twin a lewd wink.
The prowess of the golden-haired warrior was the subject of much speculation, and if truth be known, many a lusty fantasy. Glorfindel neither confirmed nor denied any rumor, so the residents of Imladris were left wondering how much truth there was to that gossip.
“My reputation precedes me,” Glorfindel responded dryly, more than a touch of self-deprecating humor in his voice. “If you must know, I allowed myself the luxury of a much-needed bath before joining you. I did not wish to subject my comrades to the stench of a two-week patrol.”
“And for this, we are grateful,” Estel chuckled as he dealt the cards.
Glorfindel stretched his long legs with a blissful groan, noticing the ring Estel now wore on his finger. “So Elrond finally told you, then?” he asked the young Man seated opposite.
“Yes,” Estel responded.
“And how do you feel about this revelation? You are not angry at him for keeping your heritage from you?”
“Nay, not angry," Estel answered thoughtfully. "Surprised, and uncertain as to my path, but not angry. I understand why he did not reveal my ancestry sooner. Elrond is far-sighted, and I trust his wisdom. I know what is at stake, although I do not know if I have the strength to fulfill my destiny. It is unsettling to think that everything I have known in my life is not as it seems. I do not fault Elrond for this, though - "
With a sigh, he returned to the cards in his hand. “Come now, we can discuss my fate at another time. Let us enjoy the company of one another now, and forget the troubles and uncertainty of our world for a while. My heart tells me we will have plenty of both ere long.”
*~*~*~*~*
Mmmm, tôren, what I would have given to see that particular vision! Elladan thought to his twin, smirking and cutting his eyes discreetly in Glorfindel’s direction as Estel expertly dealt the cards on the table and chatted amiably with the blond warrior.
Hmm? Elrohir, startled out of his own musings by his brother’s voice suddenly speaking in his head, lifted a graceful eyebrow in a questioning glance.
Glorfindel in his bath? Come now, ‘Ro, do not tell me you missed that? You disappoint me, Elladan gently teased. There is no possible way that could have escaped your attention!
Nay, beloved, I heard it. I was, err, distracted for a moment, Elrohir replied sheepishly. Our lovely Balrog slayer in his bath would indeed be a glorious sight to behold. My thoughts, however, were otherwise occupied - that scene in the library, remember? The one where he and Erestor…
Ah, your distraction is understandable, then, Elladan soothed. What say you then, tôren, to a taste of that delicious flesh for yourself? I confess I would not mind, either. Between the two of us, he would be sorely tempted. After all, there have been none yet born able to resist the charm of an insistent Peredhel, no? Elladan responded silently, silver eyes raking over Glorfindel's figure. Especially one as beautiful and charming as you.
Elladan, you are incorrigible! Often have I dreamed of riding him until he is breathless and begging me to finish him as he did with Erestor, yet I do not think this is possible, Elrohir responded, absently trailing his finger over the rim of his wine goblet. I fear he still thinks of us as mere children.
Elladan caught his twin’s eye. Then it is high time we changed that notion, do you not agree? We have not been children for a long time now. What say you, brother? I too would like to feast on that pale flesh and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks.
Aiya, El, you are going to be the death of me. We will probably only succeed in being skewered by the point of his boot knife... but the thrill of the chase is always exhilarating.
Giving his twin a smoldering look, Elrohir continued, But aye, brother, we will have him. Tonight. Between us, he does not stand a chance.
~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~
Series: Games of Love - Part I
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairings/Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor, Estel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, twincest, 3-way, voyeurism, masturbation. Mostly PWP, a wee bit of story
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Betas: Helena, Donna, NimrodelJen, Orchyd Constyne (various chapters)
Original date of completion: June 8, 2004 (revised January 2015)
Summary: During a game of cards, the sons of Elrond decide to make a private wager, and the Golden One will be the prize. They have a witness, who will soon meet someone who will change his life.
Author’s Note 1: I was inspired by a memory Aragorn had in Laurelin’s ‘A River’s Tale’, where he witnessed Glorfindel and Erestor having sex in Elrond's library. Laurelin graciously allowed me to use her imagery and write a little interlude of my own. Unfortunately, Laurelin's story seems to have disappeared from every archive I searched. You'll all just have to trust me that it was smoking hot. :)
The ring Estel wears is, obviously, the ring of Barahir.
Author's Note 2: This story was originally published way back in 2004 on other archives, in a very slightly different form. I've tweaked it a bit, removed some horrible Elvish, and done a bit of polishing, but no substantial changes were made.
Winner of the 2004 My Precious Award for hottest adult-rated story!
Italics not used for simple emphasis denote mindspeak
*~*~*~*~*
Imladris, Third Age 2951
As Glorfindel turned a corner and entered the hallway, he heard the sound of boisterous laughter emanating from the large suite of rooms the twins shared, and a smile graced his features. They’ve all returned, then, safe and sound, he thought with relief.
Elladan, Elrohir, and their foster brother Estel had recently returned from another expedition into the wilds, their mission simply to slaughter as many Orcs as possible. The sons of Elrond would never forget the torture their mother had endured in the foul, filthy Orc dens. Estel frequently joined them, taking revenge against the creatures that had slain his father when Estel was but more than a babe.
Glorfindel, having sworn to serve and protect Elrond’s household since his return from the Halls of Mandos in the previous age, worried every time the three journeyed into the lands on one of their missions. But Elladan and Elrohir were seasoned warriors, and Estel, though young, had spent his entire twenty Human years training and fighting alongside the two, and being trained by Glorfindel himself. Estel, while mortal, could hold his own in combat, Glorfindel had seen to that.
A burst of ribald laughter greeted him as he pushed open the door. Elrohir had apparently just told a joke and had caused the other two to erupt into gales of hilarity. They finally caught sight of the blond warrior of Gondolin and the three gave a welcoming cheer. Rising from their seats, as one they swept across the floor and crushed Glorfindel in a hug.
“When did you return from patrol?” Estel asked, smiling, as he drew back and returned to his seat, absently picking up and shuffling the deck of cards on the table.
“Just a while back," Glorfindel replied, pulling up a spare chair. "The borders of Imladris are secure, for now. The land carries rumors of Sauron’s rise, and I know not how long it will be safe to travel, but for now our fair valley is protected."
“You took some of the new recruits this patrol, yes?” Elladan asked.
“Aye, and one in particular that I am keeping an eye on. He is already showing great promise; he simply needs a few more years’ experience under his belt. I spent a few extra minutes in the pit with him, refining his techniques.”
Elladan snorted with laughter. “Yes, I’m sure you did,” he snickered, giving his twin a lewd wink.
The prowess of the golden-haired warrior was the subject of much speculation, and if truth be known, many a lusty fantasy. Glorfindel neither confirmed nor denied any rumor, so the residents of Imladris were left wondering how much truth there was to that gossip.
“My reputation precedes me,” Glorfindel responded dryly, more than a touch of self-deprecating humor in his voice. “If you must know, I allowed myself the luxury of a much-needed bath before joining you. I did not wish to subject my comrades to the stench of a two-week patrol.”
“And for this, we are grateful,” Estel chuckled as he dealt the cards.
Glorfindel stretched his long legs with a blissful groan, noticing the ring Estel now wore on his finger. “So Elrond finally told you, then?” he asked the young Man seated opposite.
“Yes,” Estel responded.
“And how do you feel about this revelation? You are not angry at him for keeping your heritage from you?”
“Nay, not angry," Estel answered thoughtfully. "Surprised, and uncertain as to my path, but not angry. I understand why he did not reveal my ancestry sooner. Elrond is far-sighted, and I trust his wisdom. I know what is at stake, although I do not know if I have the strength to fulfill my destiny. It is unsettling to think that everything I have known in my life is not as it seems. I do not fault Elrond for this, though - "
With a sigh, he returned to the cards in his hand. “Come now, we can discuss my fate at another time. Let us enjoy the company of one another now, and forget the troubles and uncertainty of our world for a while. My heart tells me we will have plenty of both ere long.”
*~*~*~*~*
Mmmm, tôren, what I would have given to see that particular vision! Elladan thought to his twin, smirking and cutting his eyes discreetly in Glorfindel’s direction as Estel expertly dealt the cards on the table and chatted amiably with the blond warrior.
Hmm? Elrohir, startled out of his own musings by his brother’s voice suddenly speaking in his head, lifted a graceful eyebrow in a questioning glance.
Glorfindel in his bath? Come now, ‘Ro, do not tell me you missed that? You disappoint me, Elladan gently teased. There is no possible way that could have escaped your attention!
Nay, beloved, I heard it. I was, err, distracted for a moment, Elrohir replied sheepishly. Our lovely Balrog slayer in his bath would indeed be a glorious sight to behold. My thoughts, however, were otherwise occupied - that scene in the library, remember? The one where he and Erestor…
Ah, your distraction is understandable, then, Elladan soothed. What say you then, tôren, to a taste of that delicious flesh for yourself? I confess I would not mind, either. Between the two of us, he would be sorely tempted. After all, there have been none yet born able to resist the charm of an insistent Peredhel, no? Elladan responded silently, silver eyes raking over Glorfindel's figure. Especially one as beautiful and charming as you.
Elladan, you are incorrigible! Often have I dreamed of riding him until he is breathless and begging me to finish him as he did with Erestor, yet I do not think this is possible, Elrohir responded, absently trailing his finger over the rim of his wine goblet. I fear he still thinks of us as mere children.
Elladan caught his twin’s eye. Then it is high time we changed that notion, do you not agree? We have not been children for a long time now. What say you, brother? I too would like to feast on that pale flesh and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks.
Aiya, El, you are going to be the death of me. We will probably only succeed in being skewered by the point of his boot knife... but the thrill of the chase is always exhilarating.
Giving his twin a smoldering look, Elrohir continued, But aye, brother, we will have him. Tonight. Between us, he does not stand a chance.
~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~
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