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fimbrethielTitle: Winner Takes All (3/6)
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.
Italics not used for simple emphasis denote mindspeak
*~*~*~*~*
Imladris, Third Age 2951
A fragrant breeze wafted gently through the open window, faintly scented with the aroma of flowers, woods, and water that lingered from the heat of the day’s sun. The wine flowed as freely as their tongues while the quartet relaxed and enjoyed the company of one another. They were happy to have returned to the safety of their home after traveling through the growing perils of the land.
The night wore on and the four played with easy familiarity. Three brothers, two bound by blood and one by love and duty, shared the tales of their most recent expedition through the wilds of Middle-earth. Glorfindel told stories of his patrol of the borders of Imladris, frequently bringing his friends to tears of laughter with his humorous retellings of the antics of his border guards. He had an effortless way of relating to others, with quick-witted, self-deprecating humor. Glorfindel's disposition was one of easy friendliness and vivacity, as easily able to charm a visiting dignitary during a heated political discussion as to tickle and tousle the hair of a wee Elven child.
Indeed, the blond warrior was easy on the eyes, as well. Tonight, free of its usual braids, his golden hair hung in a shimmering cascade over his broad shoulders and halfway down his back. The thick mass was held away from his face by a delicate mithril clip, revealing gracefully pointed ears. Cerulean eyes sparkled like the great sky above on a summer’s day and were set in a proud and noble face. High cheekbones flanked a strong nose above full, luscious pink lips. The captain's long body was lean and fit, battle-hardened muscle flowing smoothing under softly shimmering skin the color of aged ivory.
Everywhere he went, worshipful eyes followed. Half the population of Imladris would gladly share his bed. The other half already had, if one believed the rumors, although Glorfindel was not one to kiss and tell. He steadfastly refused to either validate or deny any such speculation. It was part of what made him so endearing.
Elrohir found himself hard and aching at the thought of Glorfindel’s resplendent body rising wet from his bath, drops of water glistening like diamonds across a creamy expanse of flesh. His memory returned again and again to the scene he had unwittingly witnessed in the library those years ago. The golden-haired warrior had captivated him with his wanton sensuality. Since that moment, he had harbored a longing in his heart and his groin to have Glorfindel writhing beneath him in ecstasy, begging and whimpering in his need.
*~*~*~*~*
Glorfindel started, feeling the slight pressure of a warm, solid leg pressed intimately against his. He lifted his eyes from the cards he held in his hand to meet Elladan's laughing gray eyes. Glorfindel questioningly raised a graceful eyebrow, then moved his leg away and returned to studying his cards.
Slowly, gently, a wayward foot slipped forward to rub subtly against his calf, before sliding sinuously around his ankle and tugging the captive foot closer.
Blue eyes rose again to meet gray, which were sparkling with humor and a touch of something else. Shocked at this blatant display, Glorfindel’s thoughts whirled uncertainly.
What game is he playing? I must misunderstand, he surely cannot mean… Glorfindel had stood by Elrond, beaming with love and pride as his friend held his tiny twin sons for the first time. He had assisted Elrond and Celebrían in raising them. He taught them to swim and whistle like a bird; chastised them when they teased their sister and made her cry. Taught them the art of sword fighting and archery; held one sobbing twin in his arms while Erestor held the other, all four overcome with grief and horror after Celebrían was brought bleeding and abused back to Imladris. He had comforted them in their sorrow when their beloved mother finally made the journey to Valinor.
The buzz of conversation became a dull hum to his ears as he contemplated the warm foot twined about his ankle. Again, he met the gray stare of his tormenter. His eyes widened in surprise to see the barest tip of a tongue slither seductively between parted lips and caress the bow of a pink and sensuous upper lip.
By the Valar, that was no mistake.
*~*~*~*~*
Elladan, what are you doing? Elrohir thought in alarm. He had witnessed the exchange of looks between his brother and Glorfindel. Always present in each other’s minds, he could feel that Elladan was up to something. That ‘something’ would almost certainly land them both in some sort of trouble; it usually did.
Did you not want him, tôren? Perhaps I was mistaken… Elladan purred silently. I would be more than happy to keep him to myself. He smells simply divine. The way his hair shines in the candlelight is most appealing.
Sweet Elbereth, do you have to be so blatant about it? Even Estel will know what you are up to! Elrohir pleaded, hoping in desperation that the blush he felt slowly creeping across his cheeks would be attributed to the heady wine they were drinking. Brazen and wicked, that is what you are.
Elladan’s full lips twisted into a mischievous grin as he arched a slim eyebrow questioningly at his brother. ’Ro, tell me to stop and I will. But, my love, you have longed for him for a decade. The opportunity presents itself. With but a small amount of machination on our part, you will have him. I can feel his uncertainty, but it is mixed with no small amount of curiosity. He would put up only a token resistance, I sense. His emotions are warring between desire and the sense of propriety as he reconciles the fact that we are no longer children.
Elladan pressed a bit harder. He could feel his twin’s reluctance was slowly being overcome by the desires of his body.
Very well. I will let this opportunity pass, but know this, tôren. We will not have another chance such as this. The Dark Lord’s power is growing, and you and I will be called away to fight his rising. Glorfindel’s place is here, with Adar and Arwen. Our paths may not cross again for a long time. Would you ride to meet Sauron’s evil never having tasted that sweet flesh? Never having had his body quivering in desire under yours? If you are certain… Elladan, ever the instigator, let the thought trail away, certain that his twin would take the bait.
Elrohir took a deep breath and risked a furtive glance at Glorfindel. Engrossed in the telling of another anecdote about his patrol, Glorfindel did not see the twins' eyes become somewhat glazed as they conversed silently.
I do want him, El; you know I do. It is taking every fiber of restraint I possess not to simply throw him across the table and have him right here in front of you and Estel. No, lusty one, you misunderstand me. My fear is not his rejection, it is losing his respect.
He would not refuse you, 'Ro. None could, Elladan reassured his uncharacteristically insecure brother.
While Elrohir was the more reserved and introspective of the two, he also possessed a quiet self-assurance that was quite unlike Elladan’s more assertive, and sometimes impetuous, manner. This uncertainty now was charming, and Elladan’s heart swelled with love.
You are beautiful and desirable, Elrohir. He would be a fool to reject you, and Glorfindel is no fool, Elladan reassured his twin silently, and let a gentle flow of love wash through their connection. What say you to a wager, then? We have only been teasing thus far... but if you win this game tonight, I will assist you in seducing your golden warrior. If I win, I will have you at my mercy for the night.
Just as Elladan feared his brother would tell him to stop, Elrohir took a breath to center his thoughts, and responded.
Aye. He is exquisite, and so passionate. I am willing.
*~*~*~*~*
The stacks of coins before Elrohir became larger, and the pile before Estel smaller. Elladan and Glorfindel appeared to be fairly evenly tied. They played only a friendly game; the stakes were not high, but the four enjoyed the game. It was a rarity that they were in the same place at the same time.
Estel threw the last hand down on the table and grumbled in disgust. “By the fires of Morgoth, I am out.” Standing, he swayed unsteadily on his feet and would have tumbled to the floor had not Glorfindel’s quick reflexes saved him. “I am fine, Glorfindel,” he muttered, shaking off the hand that encircled his shoulders.
“Hush, young one, let me walk you to your quarters. You forget you do not have the tolerance we do for this heady Elven wine. Sometimes I think you even believe yourself to be one of our kind,” Glorfindel chuckled gently. The low rumbling sound sent bolts of pure fire to the loins of the Peredhil. “You have also had much to think about this past day. Let me get you settled in your chamber. Besides,” he added dryly, “I seem to be already standing, anyway.”
Turning back to the raven-haired twins still seated comfortably at the table, long legs splayed in front of them, he said, “And, as for you two, I will return to win my money back!”
He grinned and swept the small stack of coins at Estel’s seat into the palm of one large hand. Leading a slightly weaving Estel, he turned to close the door behind and met two identical pairs of gray eyes, their heated gaze boring into his own.
I will also be back to see what those two are up to, he thought. Three can play at this game.
~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~
tôren = my brother (Sindarin)
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.
Italics not used for simple emphasis denote mindspeak
*~*~*~*~*
Imladris, Third Age 2951
A fragrant breeze wafted gently through the open window, faintly scented with the aroma of flowers, woods, and water that lingered from the heat of the day’s sun. The wine flowed as freely as their tongues while the quartet relaxed and enjoyed the company of one another. They were happy to have returned to the safety of their home after traveling through the growing perils of the land.
The night wore on and the four played with easy familiarity. Three brothers, two bound by blood and one by love and duty, shared the tales of their most recent expedition through the wilds of Middle-earth. Glorfindel told stories of his patrol of the borders of Imladris, frequently bringing his friends to tears of laughter with his humorous retellings of the antics of his border guards. He had an effortless way of relating to others, with quick-witted, self-deprecating humor. Glorfindel's disposition was one of easy friendliness and vivacity, as easily able to charm a visiting dignitary during a heated political discussion as to tickle and tousle the hair of a wee Elven child.
Indeed, the blond warrior was easy on the eyes, as well. Tonight, free of its usual braids, his golden hair hung in a shimmering cascade over his broad shoulders and halfway down his back. The thick mass was held away from his face by a delicate mithril clip, revealing gracefully pointed ears. Cerulean eyes sparkled like the great sky above on a summer’s day and were set in a proud and noble face. High cheekbones flanked a strong nose above full, luscious pink lips. The captain's long body was lean and fit, battle-hardened muscle flowing smoothing under softly shimmering skin the color of aged ivory.
Everywhere he went, worshipful eyes followed. Half the population of Imladris would gladly share his bed. The other half already had, if one believed the rumors, although Glorfindel was not one to kiss and tell. He steadfastly refused to either validate or deny any such speculation. It was part of what made him so endearing.
Elrohir found himself hard and aching at the thought of Glorfindel’s resplendent body rising wet from his bath, drops of water glistening like diamonds across a creamy expanse of flesh. His memory returned again and again to the scene he had unwittingly witnessed in the library those years ago. The golden-haired warrior had captivated him with his wanton sensuality. Since that moment, he had harbored a longing in his heart and his groin to have Glorfindel writhing beneath him in ecstasy, begging and whimpering in his need.
*~*~*~*~*
Glorfindel started, feeling the slight pressure of a warm, solid leg pressed intimately against his. He lifted his eyes from the cards he held in his hand to meet Elladan's laughing gray eyes. Glorfindel questioningly raised a graceful eyebrow, then moved his leg away and returned to studying his cards.
Slowly, gently, a wayward foot slipped forward to rub subtly against his calf, before sliding sinuously around his ankle and tugging the captive foot closer.
Blue eyes rose again to meet gray, which were sparkling with humor and a touch of something else. Shocked at this blatant display, Glorfindel’s thoughts whirled uncertainly.
What game is he playing? I must misunderstand, he surely cannot mean… Glorfindel had stood by Elrond, beaming with love and pride as his friend held his tiny twin sons for the first time. He had assisted Elrond and Celebrían in raising them. He taught them to swim and whistle like a bird; chastised them when they teased their sister and made her cry. Taught them the art of sword fighting and archery; held one sobbing twin in his arms while Erestor held the other, all four overcome with grief and horror after Celebrían was brought bleeding and abused back to Imladris. He had comforted them in their sorrow when their beloved mother finally made the journey to Valinor.
The buzz of conversation became a dull hum to his ears as he contemplated the warm foot twined about his ankle. Again, he met the gray stare of his tormenter. His eyes widened in surprise to see the barest tip of a tongue slither seductively between parted lips and caress the bow of a pink and sensuous upper lip.
By the Valar, that was no mistake.
*~*~*~*~*
Elladan, what are you doing? Elrohir thought in alarm. He had witnessed the exchange of looks between his brother and Glorfindel. Always present in each other’s minds, he could feel that Elladan was up to something. That ‘something’ would almost certainly land them both in some sort of trouble; it usually did.
Did you not want him, tôren? Perhaps I was mistaken… Elladan purred silently. I would be more than happy to keep him to myself. He smells simply divine. The way his hair shines in the candlelight is most appealing.
Sweet Elbereth, do you have to be so blatant about it? Even Estel will know what you are up to! Elrohir pleaded, hoping in desperation that the blush he felt slowly creeping across his cheeks would be attributed to the heady wine they were drinking. Brazen and wicked, that is what you are.
Elladan’s full lips twisted into a mischievous grin as he arched a slim eyebrow questioningly at his brother. ’Ro, tell me to stop and I will. But, my love, you have longed for him for a decade. The opportunity presents itself. With but a small amount of machination on our part, you will have him. I can feel his uncertainty, but it is mixed with no small amount of curiosity. He would put up only a token resistance, I sense. His emotions are warring between desire and the sense of propriety as he reconciles the fact that we are no longer children.
Elladan pressed a bit harder. He could feel his twin’s reluctance was slowly being overcome by the desires of his body.
Very well. I will let this opportunity pass, but know this, tôren. We will not have another chance such as this. The Dark Lord’s power is growing, and you and I will be called away to fight his rising. Glorfindel’s place is here, with Adar and Arwen. Our paths may not cross again for a long time. Would you ride to meet Sauron’s evil never having tasted that sweet flesh? Never having had his body quivering in desire under yours? If you are certain… Elladan, ever the instigator, let the thought trail away, certain that his twin would take the bait.
Elrohir took a deep breath and risked a furtive glance at Glorfindel. Engrossed in the telling of another anecdote about his patrol, Glorfindel did not see the twins' eyes become somewhat glazed as they conversed silently.
I do want him, El; you know I do. It is taking every fiber of restraint I possess not to simply throw him across the table and have him right here in front of you and Estel. No, lusty one, you misunderstand me. My fear is not his rejection, it is losing his respect.
He would not refuse you, 'Ro. None could, Elladan reassured his uncharacteristically insecure brother.
While Elrohir was the more reserved and introspective of the two, he also possessed a quiet self-assurance that was quite unlike Elladan’s more assertive, and sometimes impetuous, manner. This uncertainty now was charming, and Elladan’s heart swelled with love.
You are beautiful and desirable, Elrohir. He would be a fool to reject you, and Glorfindel is no fool, Elladan reassured his twin silently, and let a gentle flow of love wash through their connection. What say you to a wager, then? We have only been teasing thus far... but if you win this game tonight, I will assist you in seducing your golden warrior. If I win, I will have you at my mercy for the night.
Just as Elladan feared his brother would tell him to stop, Elrohir took a breath to center his thoughts, and responded.
Aye. He is exquisite, and so passionate. I am willing.
*~*~*~*~*
The stacks of coins before Elrohir became larger, and the pile before Estel smaller. Elladan and Glorfindel appeared to be fairly evenly tied. They played only a friendly game; the stakes were not high, but the four enjoyed the game. It was a rarity that they were in the same place at the same time.
Estel threw the last hand down on the table and grumbled in disgust. “By the fires of Morgoth, I am out.” Standing, he swayed unsteadily on his feet and would have tumbled to the floor had not Glorfindel’s quick reflexes saved him. “I am fine, Glorfindel,” he muttered, shaking off the hand that encircled his shoulders.
“Hush, young one, let me walk you to your quarters. You forget you do not have the tolerance we do for this heady Elven wine. Sometimes I think you even believe yourself to be one of our kind,” Glorfindel chuckled gently. The low rumbling sound sent bolts of pure fire to the loins of the Peredhil. “You have also had much to think about this past day. Let me get you settled in your chamber. Besides,” he added dryly, “I seem to be already standing, anyway.”
Turning back to the raven-haired twins still seated comfortably at the table, long legs splayed in front of them, he said, “And, as for you two, I will return to win my money back!”
He grinned and swept the small stack of coins at Estel’s seat into the palm of one large hand. Leading a slightly weaving Estel, he turned to close the door behind and met two identical pairs of gray eyes, their heated gaze boring into his own.
I will also be back to see what those two are up to, he thought. Three can play at this game.
~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~
tôren = my brother (Sindarin)
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