The Lyons were returning to Imladris. And with them, the Dunadan fosterling all remembered so fondly and their own Lady Arwen, gone many decades from their side.
The Last Homely House had been buzzing with excitement and activity since receiving the joyous news. Chambers were aired out, linens washed, and a feast planned. All the seamstresses were plying the needles of their trade, putting the finishing touches on the garments they had been tirelessly working on for the ' Lady Lyon', and now creating new gowns for their beloved Evenstar.
Everywhere, the smiling faces of the elves could be seen and rampant speculation fueled lively conversation from the kitchens to the stables. Only a few of them had actually seen the Lyoness, and all had yet to behold the changed chief advisor, so their anticipation was running high...
Anticipation of a different kind coursed through the heated veins of the two elves touching each other as the night sky slowly lightened with the coming of a new day.. It had been nigh on three weeks since they had been able to consumate their love.
In the waking world, that is...
Elrohir's recovery had been fast. No doubt aided by the powerful Maiar blood that made up a portion of his ancestry. Nevertheless, the younger twin had chafed at his forced confinement, becoming an increasingly unruly patient as the days progressed.
Surprinsingly, it had been Melpomaen who had proven most successful at keeping the recalcitrant patient in line. Something about the shy assistant's gentle bedside manner had struck a deep cord within the fierce Peredhel, reminding him of his Naneth's loving care and thus, he would meekly obey when Melpomaen bid him to stay abed, to the relieved amusement of his Ada, brother, and the Balrog Slayer.
And so, he was healed. Perhaps not well enough to raise his sword and engage in combat...
But certaintly well enough to raise his other sword and finally engage in physical love, as Elladan's fingers were happily finding out. Those fingers were curled around Elrohir's shaft, pumping it gently as his tongue flickered over the raised nub of a niple, causing his twin to groan loudly at the sensation. That was the only sound either had made since starting their play, but it was enough to make them both freeze in sudden fear that they would be overheard.
{ I am sorry meleth... Saes, do not stop. } Elrohir sent into his brother's mind, contritely.
Elladan looked down at his beloved, and not for the first time, felt a surge of rage that things had to be this way for them. But he pushed his bitterness aside, bestowing a soft kiss on his brother's lips.
{ Worry not, gwenneth. There are none yet up and about to hear us. }
But they both knew that would soon change.
That knowledge filled them with the urgency to join their bodies before they once again had to face another day of purely platonic touch. Moving with the efficient manner learned from long years of hurried copulation, Elrohir opened the small chest they kept locked under the night table between their beds, handing his brother a small phial of unscented oil before grabbing a large waterproof cloth and laying it over the bedcovers. He then lay upon it and spread his legs upwards, hooking his hands behind his knees as Elladan drizzled a bit of the oil on the exposed entrace. After a gentle but quick preparation, the elder twin then coated his own hardness and moved between his gwenneth's legs.
{ Are you ready, meleth nin?.} Elladan asked.
{ Aye. Take me... take me now! } Elrohir's answering plea echoed in his mind.
Elladan sank into his twin's heated core and both had to bite their lips to keep from crying out their pleasure. They stilled, but only for a brief moment, before Elladan began thrusting, thrusts that were eagerly met from below. They coupled, keeping their eyes locked on each other, their gazes conveying all that their mouths dared not. Their joining was frantic, the fear of discovery lending an all-too familiar desperation to their need until all too soon, they began to convulse as their climax overtook them. Elrohir turned his head and sank his teeth into the pillow to keep his cry of completion lodged inside his throat, while Elladan bowed his head as his braced arms shook with the intense effort it took to keep his own release silent.
Then it was done and Elladan sank into his twin's loving embrace.
But even that small pleasure was over too soon. Anor had now risen in the sky and the brothers could feel the household begining to rise too. They hurriedly capped the phial of oil and folded the cloth, locking both items back inside the chest. Then they padded over to their bathing room and quickly cleaned themselves in preparation for the day. As they exited the bath, Elladan touched his brow to his beloved's.
" Amin mella lle, Elrohir." He whispered.
Elrohir caressed his twin's face, a tender smile curving his lips.
" Amin mella lle, Elladan."
Then they parted and went to their respective wardrobes, begining to speak of naught but casual things as they dressed. It was their daily ritual of transition, one vital for the upkeep of their facade. A subtle, but effective way to separate their bond as mates from their bond as brothers. After they finished braiding their hair, they decided that the first order of the day was to go wake their Ada, so that they may break the fast with him. Thus, the two left their room and began to make their way down the halls.
They had just reached the outer doors to the Lord of Imladris' spacious quarters, when their well known -and oft feared- streak of mischievousness reared it's prankish head. They entered silently, stalking across the sitting room until they stood before the door to their Ada's sleeping chamber. As elflings, they had often played the game of barging into their parent's room and jumping on the bed, always to their Ada's and Naneth's comically-rude awakening. And while it was certaintly true that they were not elflings anymore...
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other and exchanged wicked grins, before throwing the door open and rushing inside with whoops of glee.
Only to come to an abrupt halt as they stared at the bed in shocked disbelief...
TBC...