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The Time to Rejoice (NC-17)

Written by Kissa

22 December 2006 | 11846 words

Chapter 5

On the day when Elrond and his sons arrived, Aragorn was a nervous wreck. He knew his worthy Steward would give them a proper welcome and that everything would go flawlessly, but he was more worried about the fact that his beaming state would not pass unnoticed by his elven family. He did not know what Elrond would say to his being in love with his Steward, especially in light of the Arwen episode.

Though he had nothing to reproach to himself, Aragorn still feared his father’s judgment. Quickly though, the reunion with his brothers erased all his worries. Faramir remained with Elrond to show the elven lord around and to make him feel at home while Aragorn and his twin siblings went to the gardens to catch up on their latest deeds and news.

In the garden, as the sun set, Aragorn returned to the blanket they had laid out on the ground so they could talk, as he had been back in the castle to ask for fruit and wine to be served in his room. He made it back just in time to see Elladan lean in and share a slow, languid kiss with his brother.

Aragorn stood there, looking mesmerized at the sight in front of him. His brothers were… aye, they were kissing, and they were so beautiful together! He felt his groin stir, but decency dictated him that he should move away and give them some privacy, but Elrohir suddenly turned and spoke casually, a sign that they had been aware of him watching:

“Estel, do not leave! You are welcome between us! Come, join us, lie with us!”

The elf’s clever words had a double meaning and Aragorn chose to ignore the less virtuous one, as Faramir’s big, trusting blue eyes appeared in front of his mind’s eye.

He hesitated and took half a step back.

“I cannot, Elrohir… “ he confessed, eyes still peeled to the two embracing elves.

“Lie between us nonetheless and talk to your brothers about this thing which keeps you from giving in to what your body so clearly desires.” Elladan cut in, pointing shamelessly at Aragorn’s bulging groin.

Blushing, Aragorn looked away in embarrassment, but Elladan pressed further:

“Or is it a man, not a thing, that has your loyalty? Perhaps someone with eyes so deep and clear as the Bruinen on sunny winter days? Will you not even share your new happiness with your brothers, Estel?”

“I… do not wish to trouble you with such things. I am afraid you will laugh at me being in love at this age, when I should be doing more ruling and less chasing of handsome young stewards.”

Oops! thought Aragorn when he realized he had slipped and had told his brothers who it was he loved.

“Oh, Estel, but that is wonderful! I have seen Faramir watching you adoringly when he thought no one would observe…” Elrohir remarked with a musical giggle, running a delicate hand trough his silky long hair.

Aragorn was puzzled.

“What, no lecture? No ‘you are a Man and a King, you cannot play at the same things elves play!’?” he thought aloud.

The twins both laughed melodically and shook their heads in a mirrored gesture.

“Estel… one would have thought you knew us better by now… Ada knows we are together and… although he is upset because he will never be a grandfather, he still loves us! You are part of our family; neither Ada, nor us would judge you!” Elrohir spoke, and Elladan nodded in assent, snaking a hand under the collar of Aragorn’s shirt to lightly caress a warm collarbone.

Aragorn gasped. He had always found elves incredibly seductive and beautiful, males and females alike, and he knew he was weak before their charms. And now the most incredible-looking elves in Imladris, his brothers, were showing interest in him?

“Please, stop. I am Faramir’s…” he mewled in a manner unfit for a King of Men.

“Now, darling, hush and answer our questions… and then, we will answer yours. It will be worth the effort, I promise you.” Elrohir purred in Aragorn’s ear.

Aragorn shivered, but found himself unable to get up and simply walk away. The twins had a most compelling influence on him. Not in a totally disagreeable way, though.

“Have you kissed Faramir?” Elrohir began. “Like this?” and he closed the distance between him and the man, taking his mouth quite aggressively.

“Mmmph…hmmm…!” Aragorn mumbled into the kiss, trying hard not to respond, especially since Elladan’s hands were undoing the frogs of his robe. “Yes!” he said, a bit too eagerly, once his mouth was released.

The twins chuckled and exchanged a mischievous look.

Opening Aragorn’s robe and undergarments, Elladan boldly reached for the straining manhood, sliding the pad of his thumb over the head.

“Have you touched Faramir like this?” Elladan looked up.

“Or like this?” Asked Elrohir, who bent down to lick over a nipple and gently bite at it.

Aragorn could only nod, as he felt one of Elladan’s fingers trace the ridge on the head of his shaft with a fingernail.

“Gods!” he screamed when he was swallowed abruptly by a moist mouth, which tightened and sucked around him, throwing him into an abyss of pleasure. Never would he have suspected there could be such pleasure for a man.

“I take it you have not done this yet, have you?” Elrohir grinned smugly and moved his mouth to the other nipple.

Aragorn was way beyond answering, little animal sounds leaving his mouth unrestrained.

He felt Elladan add two of his fingers into his mouth, alongside the shaft, and wondered briefly what those were for.

Elrohir leant over him and grabbed his knees, bringing his legs up and apart, while Elladan continued to suck on Aragorn’s thick shaft. While he was still doing that, Elladan took his fingers out of his mouth and gently circled Aragorn’s opening with them, wetting it thoroughly before slipping one inside. Because of the position and the distraction provided by the attention to his manhood, Aragorn did not stiffen and the finger found its way inside quite easily.

“I wager you are wondering how two men can make love and enjoy it, do you not? You must think this is an act of cruelty, having read only the… healer’s approach.” Elrohir asked, his voice barely a purr in Aragorn’s ear.

The man opened his eyes widely and watched his elven brother attentively. Did Elrohir read minds as well? He nodded absently in answer to the elf’s question.

The elves exchanged a look and Elrohir cautioned:

“Elladan will add another finger now… it will not hurt, if you remain relaxed…”

That was easy, especially if Elladan kept sucking him so expertly, and if Elrohir added to the fun by taking his mouth again. He felt the two slender fingers breach him, but it did not hurt. It was rather uncomfortable, but bearable, and Elladan was going very slowly. When the elf crooked his fingers and grazed a spot inside him, Aragorn almost bolted into the trees. Fireworks exploded beneath his closed eyelids and he felt like he was floating for a split-second, screaming from the top of his lungs. He had never known…

Grinning around his member, which was now throbbing and leaking profusely, Elladan relaxed his throat and let Aragorn’s hips do the rest, at the same time pushing his fingers deeper so he could rub Aragorn’s spot constantly.

Aragorn was completely powerless as his body coiled and uncoiled under the triple assault, his pleasure drawn from him as if by magic. Astounded, he took many minutes to fall back from the heaven where his brother’s touches had propelled him.

When he regained his sense of orientation and his vision cleared, he saw the twins, naked, entwined, long black hair untied and flowing like silk on their shoulders. Elrohir was straddling Elladan’s hips, rocking slowly on his lap and moaning lustfully as his brother caressed him everywhere, kissing his neck, mouth and shoulders and stroking his engorged length.

They were lying in the grass not far away, so that Aragorn could see every small detail of their coupling as he lay, still boneless, on his back with his head turned to one side. He watched as Elladan’s elegant length disappeared inside Elrohir and reappeared every time Elrohir ground his hips forward, to push his member into his twin’s grip. The sounds they were making were most arousing to him, making him squirm again. It took all of his willpower not to rise and join them.

That enchanting sight definitely answered all of Aragorn’s questions. The elves were beautiful together, both of them looking entranced and caught up in their mutual pleasure. If he had had any doubts, now they vanished like a memory.

He opened his mouth to say something, but something wet and cold fell on the tip of his tongue. And then something else, on the tip of his nose. Looking cross-eyed at it, Aragorn knew it was a snowflake.

Gandalf is here! he thought and sprang up, hastily adjusted his robes and ran to the castle.

Indeed, Gandalf had arrived and had gone straight into what was known as his lair inside the castle, a room right near the library where he kept healing potions, all sorts of ingredients and wine, lots of it.

The wizard had shut himself in there with Elrond and giggles could be heard from inside. Obviously, Elrond and Gandalf were making snow again. And the gods know what else they do in there! Aragorn thought and sighed.

Aragorn sighed in relief, thinking he had some time to make himself look respectable before he met Gandalf.

In his room, he began to prepare a bath for himself, taking the buckets of hot water which were always placed into the bathing room before he came to his bedroom for the night and filling the metal tub. Dripping some fragrant oils into the hot water, he sat in the tub and relaxed, soaking a bit before he began scrubbing. While he just sat there with his eyes closed, all he could think was how he would love to make love to Faramir just like he had seen the elves do… Now his lust expressed itself uncensored by thoughts of decency or apprehension.

He did not heed his member’s call for attention. Grinning, he used a relaxing technique he had learned as a young Ranger to make the hardness go away. He would wait. It would only make the realization of his dreams sweeter.

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