They were in the realm of dreams. The one place where they could truly be free from the constant, nagging fear of discovery. They had crafted a special place within this realm, using all the love in their hearts and all the gifts of their elven sensibilities.
And it was beautiful..
A meandering brook gurgled merrily around moss-covered stones, fed by a delicate waterfall set in the cleft of a tall rock ledge, strewn with a profusion of Ivy and other vines that snaked their way all along the large boulders encircling their magical spot. Flowers of every type lent their fragrant presence, including some brilliantly-hued exotic blossoms gleaned from illustrations in books about far away places. Soft grass thickly carpeted the small clearing and upon it, on a bed made from a billowy cloud, was perhaps the most enchanting sight of all.
Elrohir lay on his back, his sable hair a beautiful contrast to the satiny white beneath. Elladan reclined beside him, propped up on one elbow, his own sable mane falling freely about his shoulders as he traced the fingers of one hand in sensuous patterns down his brother's chest. Their nude bodies basked in the afterglow of their shared healing. One from his physical wound, the other from the emotional one caused by almost losing his beloved gwenneth.
" Ai! meleth. I can never get enough of your healing light." Elrohir sighed, happily.
Elladan looked down at his love tenderly, before his lips curved in a mischievious smile. He scraped the side of his hand back up on his brother's chest in a scooping motion, causing Elrohir to break out in a most un-warrior like fit of giggles.
" You want more light, meleth nin?. Then more light you shall have."
Elladan brought his cupped hand up to his face, opening it so that the palm lay flat before his pursed lips. Then he blew upon it. Elrohir's eyes followed as a plume of sandy dust swirled out into the air, dancing merrily upwards until it reached the rock ledge, where it gently settled upon the waterfall and onto the thick vines along both sides of it.
For a moment nothing happened.
Then, suddently, a trail of glittering silver began to coil around the twisting vines, outlining the ridges of every leaf as it made its way around the entire clearing to cover all the foliage with the twinkling of a billion tiny stars. The waterfall too, shimmered and sparkled, raining silvery pearls into the waiting brook.
" Oh! Elladan...so beautiful..." Elrohir's voice whispered his wonder.
" And yet it pales compared to you." His twin said.
Elladan's hand returned to rest upon his gwenneth's chest, brushing softly against a tender nipple. Grey eyes turned back to gaze up at him, their color turning stormy with desire.
" Love me Elladan. Love me now." came the husky demand.
" Always..."
Elrohir's eyes became hooded and his lips parted with a sigh as his twin bent down to claim them, with an answering sigh of his own. Elladan's body moved to accept the invitation given by his brother's parted legs, settling between them so that their awakening shafts aligned toguether. They lay thus for a time, content just to rub gently against each other as their tongues danced in loving rythm within their joined mouths.
But eventually their kisses deepened, as the friction between their legs brought their cocks to full, passionate hardness. Elladan broke the kiss to suckle on the tip of his brother's pointed ear, causing Elrohir to arch his neck back with a groan.
" Tell me what you want gwenneth." Elladan whispered before flicking his tongue inside.
Elrohir's hips bucked in answer and his legs moved to hook behind his brother's back. Elladan trailed his lips down to that sensitive spot where his twin's neck curved into the shoulder, biting it ever so gently as he placed his mark.
" Ai! Elladan!...yes!...yesss..."
Elladan grinned against his twin's neck, before moving his head up so that their lips were almost touching.
" Tell me what you want." He repeated, rubbing his hips in a lazy circle around Elrohir's rock-hard shaft.
" Inside!...inside me... Saes, meleth!...saes.."
The older twin braced himself up on his arms as Elrohir brought his knees up, hooking his hands behind them to spread in wanton offering. The tip of Elladan's cock nudged the puckered need, then gently began to press in. There was no need for preparation, nor for any oils to ease their way. Elrohir opened eagerly to receive his brother, a moan of pleasure escaping from his throat.
Elladan entered him slowly. So slowly that the heightened nerves wreathing Elrohir's entrance sensed every nuance of his brother's thick shaft. The eldest twin took his beloved gwenneth with long, languorous strokes, the billowy cloud beneath them undulating in sensuous counter rythm. They savored every sensation of their joining in this magical place, enjoying one another in a way denied them in the waking world, where their couplings were frantic and furtive by necessity.
At last their movements sped, as they drove each other closer and closer to the end. Their cries filled the little clearing and the gittering silver dusted all around them flared brightly in response.
And then it came. Their mutual release. And it was the mystery of Ithil's fullness, the searing heat of Anor's rays, the indescribable joy of their shared fea, joined at last.
As they settled back into each other's arms, Elladan's eyes suddently took on a far-away look.
" Ada is near." He said.
" Do not go to the waking world just yet, Elladan. Do not leave me." Elrohir pleaded, hugging his twin. A hug that was fiercely returned.
" Never..."
TBC...