Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ Beloved Demons ( Chapter 12 )

Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
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Should be on the Library of Moria soon, too...
Category: AU, RPG
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon... *is getting poked by My-chan: "NC-17!"* *sweatdrops*
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, OC/Arwen, Elrohir/Elladan, others as well
Warnings: Slash, OOC (of Arwen mostly), slavery, angst, incest...
Spoilers: A few... not really as I don't remember much of the book, just that Aragorn became King of Gondor in the end and that Arwen was his Queen.
Summary: After seven years of marriage, the excitement of being together has vanished from Aragorn's and Arwen's marriage... maybe a present might change this.
Disclaimer: You know the deal don't you? J.R.R. Tolkien invented them, and if we owned them, we would be related to him, but since neither I nor My-chan are... we just play around with them, toy with their minds and use them for fun only. <insert evil laughter here>
Notes&Comments: This was written by me and My-chan as a rpg and ever since Pretending And Being, a wild mix of German and English, we have this nearly "exhibitionistic" need for feedback from various places. ^^;; So please be gentle.
Now on to the story itself. I know that this may look like a serious Arwen-bashing story, but please be reassured that we don't mean to cause any harm to anybody who likes her. She is just for causes of story-telling such a bitch here. ^^;
The Sindarin we used (and transformed for ourselves) comes from a little program called Dragon Flame (which I always think that it is this game I don't want to play unless I know I am on my own), but since it didn't have all the words we needed, we had to make them up. If you have any questions feel free to send an email to any of us... and hope that we still know what we wanted to say. ^^;;;;
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Aragorn stared up at the still standing Elf, who had obviously noticed his problem... again. And again he asked if he could help with it. Well, not directly, but still he did. And the man wasn't sure if he could or wanted to decline the offer again like he did earlier that day. Back then it had been easier, with the chance to get away for a while and forget about the boiled up emotions inside of him. Or were they new desires that he didn't know of yet?

Well, they couldn't be that new, just unexplored maybe, because...

Why did he have to think of Elladan and Elrohir this often today? It was like some kind of omen, as he usually didn't think about them, because the memory of what they liked to do with him was just too embarrassing. If he could he would erase it immediately, but on the other hand...

As he looked at Legolas, the thought came to his mind that the knowledge might be rather useful some day. Soon even...

He willed this thought away and decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

The Elf swallowed tightly and his gaze shifted away as he felt rather uncomfortable with the whole situation. Just like earlier that day. And if his master didn't order him to do something he wouldn't. As for that, he was pretty sure that the Human knew what he was talking about, and his question was possibly just an expression of him not wanting to be helped.

So he just murmured a silent "Nothing" before he finally crawled onto the bed and under the blanket. Again he turned his back to the Human and moved to the edge of the bed, in case not to steal any space from his master.

Aragorn made sure that Legolas was lying underneath the blanket - the other one - before he turned to lie on his other side, his back facing the Elf's. He did not want them to wake up in the same position as on the previous morning, especially not with the problem he had.

This kind of problem was quite natural for a man - he knew that - but he didn't want to bother Legolas with it. In fact he did want to bother him, but he didn't want to show it, because it meant that he would make him do the things he was probably trained for and it would bring him into a forced situation, even though he asked for it.

Snuggling deeper into his pillow, hugging the blanket Aragorn curled up slightly and did his best at falling asleep, hoping with all his might that he didn't roll around to hug the slender Elf, using him as another pillow, like last night.

Fortunately for them both he didn't and the next morning they woke up, having slept long enough and being rejuvenated so that they could face their daily routine again, which was quite boring in both their cases. Aragorn so busy doing his paperwork, calming a bickering Boromir every second day that he wasn't able to do anything else, not even finding a moment to talk to his wife about a few things, and Legolas sitting in the King's chambers, on the floor mostly, staring out of the window waiting for a bird to talk to until he started to read the few parches in his master's room.

At first only the very old Elvish ones and then, after he started to understand those he even tried one or the other parchment in the common language although he didn't really want to, but after a week of doing nothing else than staring down of the window, he would have almost tried to learn to speak the language of the Humans as well. By now he was able to understand a few words that were said by Aragorn and his servants, basic orders and other sentences, all quite simple, but he never used those words himself.

Aragorn on the other hand noticed one day that Legolas had read about every piece of Elvish in his room, so he ordered to get some more for the Elf's entertainment. He was still having a problem now and then, but he would never admit so to anybody that might figure out it was because of the Elf who was his slave, something he still didn't like to admit as well. He could say it to his servants or anybody else, but not if Legolas was around. He enjoyed the company of the Elf too much to say that right into his beautiful face.

With a certain amount of satisfaction he watched how Legolas' seemed to look better with every day that he ate, drank and rested. Maybe he could set him free soon...

But first he had to regain the ability to defend himself.

Far away from Gondor, in a village surrounded by beautiful woods and mountains, so peaceful that it could be a scene from a dream, there was an Elf searching for his mate. It was a wonderful and sunny afternoon and the man had a pretty good idea where the searched person was.

He opened the door to the chambers of the slightly older man and was greeted with the sight of two figures on the bed, one of them shivering, panting and moaning, while the other was obviously highly enjoying himself. The Elf didn't bother much though and just walked towards the bed, grabbed the Elf on top of the other and pulled him away.

"We need to talk," were his only words before he pulled the still dressed man out of the door by his collar.

"Hey! I wasn't done yet!" came the disappointed protest, followed by a muttered "didn't even get started" before he mouthed a "later" with a wink to the startled figure on the bed.

"This is more important than your afternoon workout," the other one replied and stopped in front of a tree. There was a bench nearby that the other plopped down in a rather frustrated manner.

But his mate didn't really listen to him, he was too busy pouting. "Can you fathom how long it took me to seduce HIM? That really wasn't easy... he doesn't even really like men..."

The standing Elf just shrugged. "Well then he's not going to run away too soon, is he?" And with that he pulled out a piece of paper and held it right in front of the sulking Elf's nose.

The sitting man blinked a few times in confusion before he took the offered sheet. "What is this?"

A wide grin spread over the features of the slightly younger Elf and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "An invitation."

"Yeah.... From our sister... but why?"

Tilting his head, the standing man looked down on the letter. "She seems to be sad.... And lonely. I wonder what our brother has messed up this time," he said frowning slightly in thought.

"She seems rather pissed to me", his mate threw in after he read the letter.

"It seems to be a very unpleasant combination of all of it."

"Hmm... I wonder what might be going on, down there in Gondor..."

The younger one grinned down once more. "I already packed." Which was kind of a lie. He started packing, but he wasn't ready yet. But he knew how to excite his love and he used the ability to its fullest.

The sitting Elf's eyes went wide and he was on his foots in an instant. "Give me 15 minutes!"

His mate chuckled and caressed his cheek softly. "And what about your date?"

".......Okay, give me an hour then."

Not able to restrain himself, the younger Elf leaned in to kiss the older one. He just looked too cute when in a rush. "Hurry up, okay?"

"Yes sir!" came the euphoric reply before the man bounced back to his chambers. "I'm coo~ooming!"

"I believe that without a doubt." The dark haired Elf chuckled and went back to his bag to continue packing.

It would be fun to see their toy... sorry, foster brother again.

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Almost three weeks had passed since Aragorn had gotten his "present". Since then his back has gotten a lot better, but he still had to do the royal paperwork on his own. And this particular letter was really freaking him out. Somebody really dared to ask him, if they could hold an exhibition of the finest slaves in Middle-Earth on the grounds of Minas Tirith, "to honor his Royal Highness King Elessar Telcontar." That brought him near to ripping his hairs out and he vowed to himself that as soon as Legolas was free he would make up enough laws to stop slavery once and for all.

He was so in rage that he already started to take down notes of his first layout of these laws that he didn't even hear how the door to his working chambers was opened and two slender figures in rather long flowing robes entered the room. They were so silent in their steps that they rather floated over the ground as they approached the hunched over King and his desk.

"My, my... Estel... sitting hunched over papers... who would have thought I would see that on my old days?" said a rather cool and smooth voice, but it didn't fail to make the man stop every movement, and look up in utter surprise and even some kind of shock.

As Aragorn took in the twin identical faces in front of him, he felt all blood drain from his face and a stupid, rather shy and embarrassed, if not frightened, smile creep on his face.

"Elrohir... Elladan... I... didn't expect you..."

Elladan grinned as he saw the shocked expression of his foster brother and wrapped one arm around his brother's waist to slightly bump their hips together. A wicked smirk spread over his features as he looked Aragorn over and licked his lips.

"Nobody ever expects us, my dear Estel. That's why the effect is so horrible."

Aragorn was too stunned to let out any coherent words. He was afraid, very afraid, as he knew exactly what would happen if the twins were getting closer to him; and that they did right now. The only barrier between them was the desk with the papers and somehow... that wasn't very reassuring.

Casually Elrohir broke out of his brother's embrace and through this barrier, but didn't yet start any assault on the rather pale King as he simply sat down on the edge of the desk. A few papers took that as an invitation to fall down to the ground while others simply crumpled under the firm behind of the dark-haired Elf.

"You look as... good as ever, brother," he said with a tiny little smile that indicated that he had intended to say something else than "good", and Aragorn was pretty sure he heard the word "delicious" instead.

Elladan's smirk got even wider and he made a step to the other side of the table to approach Aragorn from the left while his brother sat on the right edge. The Elf licked his lips again and once again his eyes roamed over the strong body.

"I agree. And I must say I really, really missed you, Estel."

The younger twin made another few steps forward and finally put one of his slender hands on Estel's left arm, lazily stroking up and down.

The man tried to evade the touch, but as he was still sitting in his chair and with the other twin on the other side, that was positively impossible. So he simply pulled his arms closer to his body, in hopes he could just vanish.

"I..." he started, but found it wasn't what he wanted to say. "What are you doing here?"

Elrohir feigned being shocked. "But Estel! No welcome from you? Where are your manners?!"

"Yeah, really, Estel." Elladan said, but he didn't really mock the hurt tone in his voice. "We didn't see each other for over five years and all you think of is of an excuse how to get away from us, most likely as far as you can." He was silent for a moment and his gaze wandered over the floor.

"And there I thought you'd be happy to see us..."

"I am happy to see you!" The King said probably a little too fast as he was scolded by the older twin's raised eyebrow. "I mean..."

Elrohir leaned a little closer to the man, whose cheeks were sporting a very nice shade of red, close to crimson almost, and smirked. He definitely enjoyed playing this game with his brother.

"I know you are happy to see us... and be assured that we are happy as well," he said almost formally as if he was talking to some high representative. Only the little twinkling in his brown eyes told Aragorn that there was so much underneath that simple statement, that he was sure he wasn't absolutely happy that the twins honored him with their visit.

Elladan rested his arm on the arm rest of the chair and leaned forward as well after his eyes returned to his foster brother. He moved closer until his mouth was next to the ear of the Human and whispered: "We're more than just happy." He almost purred as he darted out his tongue to lick over the round ear of Aragorn.

Skidding away from the experienced tongue didn't make sense either as a smooth cheek connected with his rough one on the other side. The man could almost feel the lips in that face curl up higher into an almost evil smirk as he tried to suppress a shudder from the moistness on the sensitive skin on his ear.

"O-Obviously."

Elrohir chuckled and put one hand on the royal stubble, while his mouth moved up to the Human's cheekbone. "Who would not be happy to see you, King Elessar Telcontar of Gondor?"

Aragorn fought for his breath. He knew his brothers were demons, worse even sometimes, but still they were dear to him and he didn't like hurting them. But also he wanted to have a little private space.

Abruptly he stood up, not caring that Elrohir's hand was slapping against him along with a rather stinging pain. But that was the extent of courage he was able to gather.

"I... You didn't answer my question," he was happy to remember as he was beginning to feel rather light-headed.

"Oh, come on, Estel, are you trying to run away from us again?" said the brown-eyed twin calmly, his hand reaching out to pull the King back to sit on his chair.

Elladan laid his left arm immediately around Aragorn and held on to the back of the chair to keep the man from getting away.

"You know it's no use," he husked in his ear and resumed licking it while his right hand found the Human's knee and moved upwards. "But you gonna try anyway..." It was more a statement than a question, since the Elf knew his brother didn't like to lose control, especially around them.

The King of Gondor squirmed a bit, just to show that he intended indeed to get away from the twins, but actually he knew that he had no chance. First each of them was faster stronger and calmer than he and then they were also two. And no matter how much he would try to struggle they would have their way with him.

But if he didn't struggle he would admit his defeat and that was something he did not allow himself. Especially not towards Elladan and Elrohir.

"If I didn't try... I'd be screwed." He looked from one twin to the other and was already close to admit his defeat. "But I am already, aren't I?"

The younger twin chuckled and slightly backed away to look into his foster brother's face. Then his expression got unusually serious.

"Wrong brother.... You're getting screwed."

Right after that was said, the grin returned and his lips curled up evilly. The hand on Aragorn's leg was constantly moving upwards and finally reached his groin. A slender thumb gently stroked over the little bulge in the leather pants while he slightly tugged at the waistbands.

Elrohir pushed the King of Gondor gently back into his chair, cooing soothingly into his ear as he searched for the knots on his shirt. He was tracing the lines on the leather of his doublet, the insignia of the white tree of Gondor until he found the most upper knot and tugged gently at it.

Aragorn on the other hand tried to squirm away, through the back of the seat, away from his demonic foster brothers. But there was nowhere where he could escape to, especially not when he was trapped by the Elves and the robust chair. It was an old chair, made many, many years ago and it had withstood lots of assaults on its wood, as Aragorn could tell by the feel of the scratches under his fingers, so it would not break by wishful thinking.

Trying not to let it through that he was getting aroused by the experienced feather-like touches on his groin and the lips ghosting on his ear, he just wanted to be somewhere else, with somebody else at that particular moment.

"Please... stop... I... have work to do..."

Elladan didn't stop. And he didn't intend to either.

"Yes, you do, but it's still going to be here afterwards", he purred in his ear and gently nibbled his earlobe. Skilled fingers soon got the leather trousers fully open, while the thumb was idly caressing what waited underneath.

Clenching his eyes shout, Aragorn tried hard to simply vanish. He was embarrassed and it was not because of what his brother's were doing to him, but because of his lack of resistance. A silent moan fell from his slightly parted lips that should have been more a protest than anything announcing his pleasure. Having a hard time keeping his eyes open, the man bit his lower lip before he tried to voice his protest again.

"But... It has to be done and... If I don't do it now - hrn - it will add to the work that has to be done later..."

His protest ebbed into a strange noise that reminded of a purr or groan as wiry fingers slipped underneath his collar. At first they caressed his Adam's apple, making him feel a little awkward, but as they moved a little lower to his collar bones he could only squeeze his eyes more shut, a small gasp falling from his mouth.

"Then get somebody to do it for you..." murmured Elrohir as he started to nibble at the man's earlobe, but frowned a little later as he noticed something that was different.

"Yeah... Get a secretary," Elladan whispered huskily, but blinked one moment later when he noticed his brother's frown. He more felt it in the tension of his body than saw it, since Estel's head was between them. But one second later he knew what the cause was. It was Estel, or rather his reaction towards them.

Normally his resistance was a lot stronger and emphatic. He was now tense as well, but it still was different, as if he actually wanted it, but didn't want to admit.

Elladan grinned widely as he slipped his fingers inside his foster brother's pants. "Quite responsive today, aren't we?"

If Aragorn still had had his senses together he would have glared at the younger twin, but since he was occupied otherwise he only managed a very heated stare and a growl. But even the stares were cut short when the sensitive skin of his manhood came in sudden contact with the featherlike touch of fingers that were only calloused by lazy work of writing letters.

Meanwhile Elrohir was having other problems. Or the lack thereof.

"Estel, who did your knots? They are easier to open than usual..."

Backing away a little, Elladan watched his brother's hands undoing the shirt.

"They even look less tight than usual," he agreed while his cool fingers closed around Aragorn's half-hard erection. He leaned forward again to run his tongue over the now exposed collar bone up to the throat. There he nibbled gently before he murmured: "So you finally got help with dressing up, huh?"

The man glared through half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes barely concealing the small flame in them. Of course it had been Legolas who had helped him with his shirt this morning, like he did almost every morning now. Aragorn was grateful for this little of help and it was practically the only thing he allowed himself to let the Elf do to him. He had gotten quite fond of the blond Elf the past three weeks, but if he let his twin brother's near him... He already felt pity with him. So he better kept Elladan and Elrohir busy...

'What the hell am I thinking?!' he suddenly snapped at himself with a gasp as Elladan moved his hand lightly in his pants.

"Who is it, Estel?" asked Elrohir and let his tongue sweep the ear he was whispering into.

"No... no... nobody..."

While Elrohir had finished unbuttoning the shirt and Elladan's tongue trailed farther down, drew a circle around the navel and stopped at Aragorn's belly bottom. He nibbled the soft flesh there, sending butterfly-like sensations through his brother's body, while he started to pump the hot flesh in his hand.

"If it is nobody... Why are you hiding something from us?" Elrohir said around the round ear. While he talked his hand had trailed down, onto the Human's broad chest and found a nipple that was seemingly getting harder with each moment passing and each ministration of the twins. With a grin that could only be described as wicked, he pinched and twisted said nipple, being delighted to hear a strangled gasp from the King.

Even if Aragorn had wanted to answer that question, he was now rather unable to do so. He was much too busy biting his lips in an almost futile attempt to stop little moans falling from his lips than to form coherent thoughts. And since he didn't want to reveal anything, he simply concentrated on that task, which was way too difficult by the way.

Elladan was very delighted as well and took the little delicious sounds as a request to go further. While his mouth was still busy with licking and nibbling the soft skin, his hand freed the growing arousal from the now too tight leather pants.

He bowed his head down to blow his hot breath on his foster brother's manhood and smirked as it twitched slightly.

It wasn't the only thing that twitched. The man's legs jerked, moving together for a moment, before his primal need kicked in and he spread them slightly, unwillingly giving the Elf more access. He could feel the other at his ear grinning as he caressed the now abused nipple and nibbled his way from the ear over the man's cheekbones.

The dark-haired Elf wasn't sure though whether he should be delighted or disgusted by the soft stubble in the man's face. So many years as king and still he hadn't given up this custom of having a really badly shaved beard.

The younger twin almost beamed at Aragorn's reaction towards his treatment and darted out his tongue to lick the head of the Human's erection. Without further warning he moved his head farther down and swallowed the stiff manhood, while his fingers sneaked lower to cup his balls and squeezed them gently.

"Harn!"

Elrohir smirked at the youngest one's reaction. Estel was now shivering so badly that he needed to grasp the arms of the chair for support while the Elf was trying to coax the swollen lower lip out from his clenched teeth with his own teeth, but that didn't seem to work so well. The King of Gondor was obviously not aware of what happened around him, except of what happened between his legs.

Bucking his hips into the Elf's talented mouth the primal part of Aragorn's mind sighed in delight, for it was getting its long neglected fulfillment.

Elladan welcomed the Human's arousal as it thrust deeper into his mouth and he relaxed the muscles in his throat to swallow as much of it as he could. While his fingers were busy pumping the swollen flesh slowly, the younger twin started soft humming in the back of his throat, sending even more tingling sensation through the strong body.

Aragorn was lost. He didn't even notice the change in his behavior, but his movements changed from shy resistance to something that could be described with taking over control in a few heartbeats. His hips' movements started to grow stronger and more forceful, while his one hand started searching for the back of Elrohir's head.

The Elf was surprised to feel a very powerful hand that he didn't expect pulling him forcibly away from where he was nibbling at the man's stubbly jaw-line. He only had a moment to blink before his lips were pushed apart by a tongue that was stronger as one could think as it was only used to negotiate with stubborn chancellors and such. Roughly roaming through his mouth, mapping the interior with more than just primal need, Elrohir couldn't help but emit a silent moan, trying his best to get control back.

Aragorn though knew ways to prevent that. Letting his foster brother think he had control over his mouth he made one movement and felt how the other's knees went weak once again, starting the whole game anew.

Meanwhile his other hand had found the other twin's head and he was urging him to keep his mouth where it was. He knew the humming was done on purpose and he loved it, so he would not allow the Elf to stop it as he felt his climax building.

The kneeling Elf sped up the rhythm of his pumping hand and started to move his head up and down the throbbing flesh in his mouth. He caressed Aragorn's erection with his tongue, tasting every inch of it. And if his mouth hadn't been full, one could have heard him purr in delight at his brother's reaction.

Aragorn growled in delight as Elladan sped up his movements and even urged him to do so as he was molesting his other foster brother's mouth. The little vibration coming from the back of the throat, the part that was close to the sensitive head of his arousal was soon sending him over the edge with another growl. He clamped his fingers onto the Elf's head, holding him steady while he gasped shallowly into Elrohir's mouth.

The brown-eyed Elf was delighted. He himself was sporting a modest arousal himself and he knew he had to find ways to get rid of it... soon, but later. Right now he was sucking hungrily at the tongue that probably knew his mouth as well as his own did, maybe even better, because Estel was just puffing into his mouth, exhausted from his orgasm.

Elladan grinned inwardly as he felt his foster brother's fingers clutching his hair while he came inside his mouth. Eagerly he swallowed every last bit of the hot liquid before he carefully released the softened member and pulled the leather pants back up. With some kind of victory-smirk spread over his features, the younger Elf raised to a full stand again after he had almost kneeled in front of Aragorn and bent forward to whisper in his ear.

"You really are.... delicious, brother..."

He himself was also quite aroused from his foster brother's moans, gasps and movements, glanced at Elrohir only to grin even wider. Elladan turned towards Aragorn again, who was still busy with catching his breath and wiped some sweat from his cheekbone.

"I think we're going to mind our own business now, my dear Estel. And we leave you alone so you can resume your work..."

His hand draped lazily over Elrohir's shoulder, who gently removed it as he stood up, Aragorn glared at the younger twin. They had made him loose his temper... again. Like... all the times they really wanted to make him to. And that was why he tried to avoid them, especially when his guilt and even some disgust kicked in afterwards.

"Bastard," he spat out between his clenched teeth, but regretted it immediately afterwards.

Elrohir patted his head lovingly. "I know you don't mean it, baby. You needed this more than you want to admit, didn't you?"

Aragorn simply growled as he tugged the edges of his shirt back over his exposed chest, glaring at them as he now had to close them on his own... and he knew they wouldn't be as elegant as those from Legolas.

Elladan chuckled lowly. "I didn't know King Elessar Telcontar considered "bastard" an appropriate way to say thanks. Plus I have to say that I am a little bit offended..." The younger twin was almost sulking.

So Aragorn was younger than the Elves, but he didn't like to be called "baby" or being sulked at as well. He glared at Elrohir as he started to make the first knots and then placed his gaze at Elladan.

"You know I liked it, aren't you satisfied with that?" he growled as he fought with the third knot.

"I am satisfied, yes," the green-eyed Elf agreed and his expression became unfamiliarly serious. "But still, it would be nice if you were able to kick your pride overboard to actually admit it. It's not that I did something horrible to you that you didn't really like, or... want."

Elladan sighed lowly before he gently pushed Aragorn's hands away to tie the knots of his shirt.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know? Nobody is going to make you feel bad because of it except yourself."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest as Elladan did his knots for him.

"Nothing to be ashamed of? You come here... in the middle of my work and... What do you think would have happened, if somebody had walked in right then?"

Elrohir was licking the remnants of Estel's saliva from his lips, savoring in the sweet taste of it. "You would have glared at them and told them to leave. You aren't the King for nothing."

"Yeah, but what would they have thought?"

"They would have thought that you need both your gorgeous Elven brothers to replace your beautiful wife's ministrations and would have left you alone," Elrohir brushed that protest off and raised an eyebrow at the younger man. "And since when do you care about other's opinions?"

The younger twin nodded. "And here I thought we taught you not to. But maybe those five years we were apart made you forget all the useful things you learned from us...?" he asked teasingly and wrapped his arm around his older brother's waist.

Aragorn merely glared, but then lowered his gaze to the knots that were done differently from before. The only thought though that came to his mind because of that was the hope that Legolas wouldn't notice it. And as that thought had crossed his mind, he blushed.

He thought of snapping back that he wanted to forget what he had learned from the twins, but that wasn't true. In fact he found them quite useful... sometimes... seldom...

'Why is Legolas on my mind again?' he asked himself with a frown.

"Have you lost your voice, dear brother?"

Aragorn frowned a little more. "No."

"Then what is it?"

"I... nothing." The man looked up to the twin who had placed his hand over the arm that was draped around his waist. "I'm sorry for my rudeness; please enjoy your stay here."

Elladan moved closer to Elrohir and rested his chin on his brother's shoulder while he now hugged him from behind. A warm smile graced his lips as he looked down at his foster brother.

"Thank you, Estel. And we really enjoy being here with you again. We missed your pleasant presence a lot," he said lovingly, meaning every word he just said, without double entendre.

The older twin smiled as well, just a little brighter. "It's been a too long time for us to meet again."

Aragorn sighed. "I know... I have too much to do..."

"Really, why don't you get a secretary? You are the King; you really don't have to do everything on your own," Elrohir chided his brother.

"I'm just afraid that the job won't be done properly if I didn't do it on my own."

The Elf's brows drew together closely, almost meeting over his nose. "Estel, you have changed a lot in the last seven years. You have to let go sometimes, you cannot control everything on your own."

"But..."

"No buts! You immediately find somebody who does this paperwork for you, and then you take at least a week off, you understand that?"

Eyeing the twins with both his eyebrows raised now, Aragorn admitted his defeat. And then it wasn't like he hadn't thought of this himself.

"Alright, that will be the next thing on my schedule."

Elladan's smile widened into an almost teasing grin.

"Now that's a good boy." The younger Elf chuckled and winked at the Human. "We'll be looking forward to spending more time with you soon, Estel. Don't disappoint us."

He started to nibble on Elrohir's neck and pressed his groin slightly against the firm bottom of the brown eyed man.

"And we're going to take care of our own business now, right darlin'?" Elladan asked lowly and licked his brother's ear.

Aragorn wasn't sure if he wanted to spend more time with those demon twins soon again, but somehow he was happy to be distracted... and pushed to change something in his life by them.

"Just... don't do it on my desk," he told them with the hint of a grin, seeing how the older twin started to rub his bum against his brother's front.

"Oh, I don't know..." Elrohir thought out loud the corners of his mouth twitching. "I'm not sure if it would be as exciting as the last time."

The grin wasn't a hint anymore but the man's eyes showed surprise. "When was that?"

Both twins grinned as Elrohir answered for them both. "That's a secret."

And with silent chuckling they hurried out of the room, leaving the King of Gondor spent, satiated, amused and with no more inspiration to do his work. But being the responsible person that he was, he ordered himself to finish at least the most important work, which would last a few hours as a minimum.

To be continued...
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*bounces* Whee! Elladan and Elrohir! They are SOO fun to play/write! *beams* But look at the rating... the moment they bounce in, it goes up from PG-13 to NC-17... *shakes head* Aragorn's right, little demons they are... yummy little demons. ^_^

my-chan: but he loves them... *lets makiko go on with her babbling*

Oh, and for those who got quite confused with them (as we did in the beginning), Elrohir is the slightly older one and he has brown eyes while Elladan has green eyes and is a tad more emotional than his brother... you don't really notice, it is just a fact here. ^^; Heh... I'd really like to know if you could make out by whom each of them was played... *ish curious* ^^; That's me.

my-chan: not only you, loudmouth *grins* I also would like to know what you think.