Avaquetiel Taboo

by Kwannom

Elladan and the elleth Elwen are lovers, but their happiness ends when they find out that Elrohir is dying. What could be the cause for this? He loves the same elleth as his brother. Het and Slash. Full summary inside.

2. Chapter 2

Title: Avaquetiel - Taboo
Author: Kwannom
Rating: M
Genre: Romance / Drama
Betas: Trek Queen
WARNING: Incest / Slash / Bi /Sexual Situations
Disclaimer: I own no one from The Lord Of The Rings. All the characters and place names displayed belong to JRR Tolkien. I do not intend to, nor am I making any financial gain from the writing of this story. However, the original characters are mine, and don't you dare put your claws into them:D
Summary: Elladan and the elleth Elwen are lovers, but their happiness ends when they find out that Elrohir is dying. What could be the cause for this? He loves the same elleth as his brother. Incapable of letting Elrohir fade, Elladan decides to convince his brother to take part in an act that is going to change their lives forever.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey guys and gals!

I forgot to mention that this is the slash version of the Portuguese het fic TABU that was posted as one piece at the Brazilian on-line group called Tolkien Group. I've split it in three chapters when I've translated it to English, because I thought it was too long. However, I don't know if this was the best course of action, since now the first chapter is full of Elwen's POV and people might think that it will be this way until the end of the fic, when it won't.

Anyway, thanks for the great feedback!

Lore aka kwannom

In love with Derfel Cadarn, Saxon Captain of the army of Arthur ap Uther;
Infatuated with Hephaestion, Macedonian General and lover of Alexander the Great;
Protector of Wilrog and
Haldir's worst nightmare.

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"I want an unending kiss, That lasts for an entire life and placates my desire! Boil my blood. Calm myself down with your kiss, kiss me like that! The ear closes itself to the rumor of The world, and kiss me sweetheart! Live only for me, only for my life, Only for my love!"

- Olavo Bilac (Brazilian poet)

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CHAPTER 02

The Party in Honor of the Coming of Spring was about to begin.

By the end of the afternoon, Elwen, as was the custom in those festivities, was parted from all ellyn and, consequently, from Elladan; she would meet him only in the clearing, amidst whatever awaited for her there. Elwen got prepared in a haste, her nervous hands almost not being able to fasten the clasp of the little bracelet that she wore around her ankle and that had been a present from Elladan in honor of that special night. When she finally put the adornment on, Elwen went down the halls toward the clearing in the forest alongside with the other ellith, feeling her heart pump in her ears.

Barefooted, a tiara made of light blue flowers rested gently over her black hair, matching perfectly with the fine dress of turquoise silk that moved with the slightest of the breezes, molding itself to her body in an almost indecent manner. Elwen had been reluctant to wear that dress, but she succumbed to the idea in the end. There was nothing better than a wardrobe like that to represent lust, one of the feelings that were consuming her that night.

Oh, and how she felt…

The anxiety and the fear of what awaited for her made her body tremble while her feet walked through the cold stony ground of the palace toward the gigantic gates that led to the forest outside. Elwen walked as if she were a feather, silently, languid. So, when she got to her destination, it wasn't the noise coming from her feet that entered her ears, but the sound of laugher and joyful conversation.

Her heart raced in her chest.

That was the point of no return.

She hesitated, Elwen didn't want to dive into the night's delirium just yet, she needed only one more moment, to calm down her heart, to give this situation one last thought… But there was no time for any of that. One of the ellith that accompanied her pulled her by the hand and when Elwen realized, her feet already stepped onto the warm and soft ground of the forest while they ran like two deer with their long dresses dancing around their long legs.

Then Elwen felt a strange warmth spreading over her, starting from her feet until it had ingrained itself all over her body when she finally entered the Clearing of the Circle of Life. The vital force of the forest pulsed in her veins and that sensation was so strong that she almost tripped over and fell. Trees, flowers and animals were like one being, one entity in that magical night. Elwen couldn't fight against that power that made her whole body tingle, it was stronger than her, so she let herself be engulfed by the energy of the circle of life where the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen shone like precious stones under the reddish light of the bonfires.

They were Elves. They were part of the forest created by the Valar to embellish Arda. They were part of that strange world that still flourished despite all the adversities.

They were part of the Great Song that created Middle Earth. They were life and renewal, sorrow and joy, pain and happiness, hate and love, like all Eru's complex inventions.

And that is why they celebrated!

Ellyn, ellith, noble and commoners, all of them laughed, drank, feasted and played jokes together, with no distinction of classes, something new and exciting to Elwen, so used to the rigors of Imladris.

In the middle of the clearing was a figure that exuded power and grandiosity - King Thranduil. Seated on a throne made of trunks and displaying a crown made of leaves, his eyes of the color of a rainy day glowed red with the fire of the bonfires, as if his soul were capable of setting itself on fire! The powerful monarch seemed to be like an extension of the forest itself, with his rustic crown and his bare feet. By his side, a young elleth, Queen Urthala, smiled and joked, exuding such passion that it could devour the owner of the fire eyes and turn him into ashes.

Elwen and the elleth who had guided her to the forest clearing finally stopped, recovering from the run. Elwen's mind was spinning, as if the force of nature present in that circle was a very strong ale that sharpened her senses. She was panting and her eyes searched the huge clearing, wanting to find the one whose absence made her heart burn.

Where would Elladan be? A goblet of wine was offered to her, and Elwen drank with gusto while she watched the great number of Elves joined in the woods. The golden hair of the Sindar Elves, inhabitants of Eryn Lasgalen, mingled with the silvery-golden tresses of the Silvan ones, dwellers of Lothlórien and with the black Noldorin locks of the very few Elves who came from Imladris.

However, long, wavy and dark brown tresses – not blond, not black – so different and surreal and almost human, stood out in the crowd. Carved in that perfect face, a pair of deep green eyes seemed to mirror the forest around them. And those pools made of desire… and another deeper feeling, were absolutely fixed on her.

Elladan, thought Elwen while she felt her knees go week at the act of admiring her lover. Beautiful beyond comparison, he had left his hair unbound and wild as if it were an extension of his personality. His naked chest, covered by a thin layer of sweat, glowed golden under the light of the fires. His legs, long and defined, were hidden by a lose pair of pants. On the other hand, his feet, free of restrains and bare like hers, had just started the walk toward where she was and Elwen's breath got caught in her throat. My lover…

From that moment on, she couldn't hear anything anymore; all her attention was fixed on the man who advanced like a predator in her direction. Not even the words spoken by the King Thranduil, who had initiated the ceremony in honor of the coming of Spring, were able to deviate her attention from the creature that got closer and closer to her.

He was so beautiful.

He was so bold.

He was so… different?

Elwen blinked, suddenly frightened. There was something different in that walk, in that look, in the manner with which the arrogant chin rose slightly, like a deer ready to run through the forest. That huge scar on the left shoulder, that scar shouldn't be there, neither should the one near the navel, unless that… Elwen's breath quickened when the man got close enough for her to notice that even his scent was different.

He smelled of cedar.

What!

That was not Elladan, but Elrohir!

By the Valar, what am I doing? Elrohir thought, the wine he had drunk moments before clouding his mind and giving him courage to do the unthinkable. Elwen looked so beautiful… He could see the shadow of her nipples under the magnificent dress that she wore and he desired to touch them, to touch her whole body and make her his forever! At some point, while he walked toward that Elvish goddess, the music irrupted in the night, primitive sounds of drums mingled with the elegant trill of the flutes and other cord instruments and with the frilling of his own arrhythmic heart.

Elrohir stopped in front of Elwen, the cowardice and the fear almost making him get out of there, flee to the forest, return to Imladris and die alone near a beautiful waterfall.

But he did not run, or recoiled, or averted his eyes. Elrohir only stood there, watching the look of astonishment take form in the beautiful face in front of him. In order not to face him, Elwen's eyes looked away rapidly and he saw her blush when the sweet elleth noticed for the first time the couples that had formed around them and now danced in such a way that gave no way to doubt as of their intentions in that night among the bonfires. With a shaking sigh, Elrohir touched her chin and gently forced her to look at him in the eye.

The doubts had assailed him so much in the last months! He wanted to come to Eryn Lasgalen, but at the same time he would prefer that the dullness of indifference took over his soul and made him stop suffering… It hurt, like a knife slicing through his heart, to watch Elladan and Elwen together. She, the only elleth whom he had ever loved in his life. But now, there she was, at his will. And with the permission of his brother.

Had they all gone insane? Would they be punished by the Valar? But the desire and the love he felt for Elwen were bigger than reason and it was with a trembling hand that Elrohir placed a lock of black hair behind her pointy ear, while a new song filled the clearing with a mystical and sensual atmosphere.

"Dance with me," he asked, his voice hoarse, but steady. He had decided. He would swallow his fears and he wouldn't run away. No, he would dive into that ocean made of wild waters that were Elwen's eyes.

He had decided.

By Elbereth, he is here, there is no going back now. Elwen's lips parted at Elrohir's question and he waited patiently for her reply. After a moment of hesitation, she took the hand that he had held out to her and felt his strong fingers against her delicate ones.

"You really came," she finally managed to say with a smile.

Elrohir's pale green eyes glowed as if they had a life of their own and he enveloped the narrow waist with his arm, breathing deeply to calm his raging heart. Approaching his lips to Elwen's delicate pointy ear, he wanted to say something, but didn't know what. His warm breath made the elleth tremble and, one moment later, he pulled her with him and dove into the crowd of couples that danced around the fires, letting himself be surrounded by the proximity of the body of that Goddess-She-Elf and for her sweet perfume.

The melody created by the group of Elvish musicians was like a potent drink that intoxicated the senses and transformed modesty into flamboyance, timidity into boldness, love into passion. Elwen felt the earth under her feet, the hard masculine chest against her soft breasts and strong and firm hands on her hips that, firmly pressed against Elrohir's, swayed at the rhythm of the drums, in a movement almost erotic… Entirely erotic.

That was a grazing of bodies and breaths, a talk made of looks, a seduction made of silence.

This can only be a dream, Elrohir thought while his eyes couldn't detach themselves from the grayish storm that were Elwen's eyes. He let his hands roam playfully over her hips, caress her delicate waist, his fingers dangerously brushing the underside of Elwen's breasts and making her inhale deeply.

Elbereth, give me strength... Elwen prayed to the Vanyar when she felt a rush of warmth spread between her legs. She felt Elrohir's hands, large and slightly calloused between the thumb and the index finger – the trademark of an archer – slide slowly over her arms, pulling them up and over their heads. The strong fingers entwined with hers, their pelvis touching furtively enough for Elwen to feel the hardness beneath his loins brush against her body.

In a fluid and elegant move, Elrohir made Elwen spin and stop with her back to him, the delicious curves of her bottom firmly pressed against the hard bulge between his legs, without ever stopping swaying in the rhythm of the music. Elwen gasped and closed her eyes at that feeling. Around them, couples kissed each other and danced in a way as erotic as theirs, and all of that excited Elwen.

Where would Elladan be, since he still had not searched for her? She tried to see him among the couples, fearful of finding him dancing with another, but Elwen scolded herself when that thought so full of jealousy crossed her mind. Elladan would never cheat on her. But and what about what she was doing? Wasn't it cheating?

No... it was something else. A taboo that she, Elrohir and Elladan, childhood friends, adult lovers, were willing to break.

And that feeling of doing something forbidden excited her even more.

Her cheeks were flushed, her heart was beating fast and she was panting. If she sweated like Elrohir, she was sure that her dress would have been glued against her skin by now, revealing more than it should.

Elwen let a sigh made of repressed excitement escape her lips when Elrohir pulled their arms down, positioning them in front of her body and around her waist, his arms still covering hers. Elrohir's chin rested on her shoulder and the hot breath of the warrior tickled the point of her ear moments before it was swallowed by full and sensual lips.

Elrohir's body trembled at the sound of the moan that came from Elwen's mouth after his action. Sweet, sweet Elwen… His arms tightened their hold around her when he noticed her knees go week. Elwen had closed her eyes and he admired that divine vision while he got closer and whispered in her ear.

"Do you remember the music I sang to you in my father's halls?" he asked and Elwen only nodded in affirmative, incapable of utter a single word. Then Elrohir breathed deeply and started to sing softly only for her to hear.

"The most beautiful dreams I have dreamt. Of one thousand conjectures a castle I raised."

He turned her so he could face the grayish eyes that belonged to the elleth in his arms.

"And in your eyes, dizzy with emotion, with greediness one thousand pleasures I predicted."

One strong hand gently cupped a female breast. Elwen moaned.

"Your body is light, is seduction. Divine poem full of splendor. Your smile holds captive, inebriates, makes one's head spin."

One finger caressed Elwen's flushed and delicate face.

"Thee is fascination… Thee is love."

Lips pressed against hers, a tongue surging arrogantly, penetrating, dueling with her own. Elrohir brought her closer in his embrace and Elwen could feel the warrior's heart thundering madly inside his strong chest. Wet, long, invasive… That kiss was so different from Elladan's kisses, always so tender, so gentle… Who could have guessed that the quieter twin would be the most passionate one? But Elwen didn't care… She wanted Elladan's kindness and Elrohir's greediness.

Valar, I want her now… Elrohir's body was tense and he was aroused to the point that he started to feel uncomfortable. Elwen's hands caressed his spine, then the moon shaped scar on the left side of his navel and stopped for a light squeeze on his bottom while she pressed her pelvis against his. With a groan, Elrohir parted his lips from hers, taking deep gulps of air until he could regain some control over himself. Then, he looked at her, looked at her in the eye and, finally, the realization that Elwen was really there, in his arms, after so much suffering, hit him. His eyes shimmered and one single tear rolled lonely over his cheek.

Elwen furrowed her brow. Do not cry, my handsome warrior, she pleaded while she gently cleaned the tear from Elrohir's face. The half-Elf took her hand in his, softly kissed her palm and smiled, waiting anxiously until she faced him and also smiled, making a warmth spread through his heart.

Elrohir's chest swelled with happiness at the sight of her smile. He couldn't suffocate his feelings for Elwen anymore, he would fade if he hid them for one more single moment! Elrohir rested his forehead against hers, his heart thundering inside his chest.

"I love you," he murmured before he kissed her again.

Despite her surprise to hear those words coming from another man that was not Elladan, Elwen let herself be involved in that deep and erotic kiss. She loved Elrohir as much as she loved Elladan, but still she didn't have the courage to utter those three words out loud to him herself. So, she met the warrior's kiss with equal fervor, saying with gestures what she couldn't say with words. The eldest twin's lips were insistent and his scent left her deliciously dizzy…

Even completely taken by the sensations that the warrior's tongue awakened in her body, Elwen couldn't help to notice someone approaching behind her back. She tried to part from the kiss, but Elrohir gently kept his lips upon hers. When she last expected, Elwen felt another's hand, a hand that didn't belong to Elrohir, caressing her back and pulling her hair away from her nape while other lips kissed her neck making a trail with the tip of the tongue to the top of her ear.

Then a familiar scent invaded her nostrils – smell of pine – moments before a deep and well known voice came to her ears.

"Did you miss me, my love?"

Finally, Elrohir abandoned Elwen's lips and she could turn to face the new comer. Elladan, a faithful duplicate of Elrohir, his deep green eyes darkened with desire, was standing behind her, his strong arms surrounding her waist, his large pants – that did not hide his hard and masculine arousal – against her skin. Around his large neck, where a vein pulsed quickly, rested a delicate necklace made of gold; Elwen's gift. For a brief moment, Elwen saw the brothers look at each other, pale green eyes meeting deep green ones, and she swallowed hard. She was scared. What would happen now?

It didn't take long for her to know.

Before she could even start to believe that Elladan was really there with her and Elrohir, the youngest twin cocked his head and kissed her on the lips. Sweet, gentle and sensual like all the times they had made love.

Manwë, she is so beautiful, Elladan thought while he felt Elwen's lips slide over his and her tongue explore the warm cave of his mouth. While his hands roamed over the curves of the elleth's body, Elladan remembered the reason for his delay in attending to the party. Moments before he had left his rooms in the castle toward the clearing, while he walked through the long halls made of stone of Eryn Lasgalen, Elrohir had appeared in front of him out of nowhere looking apprehensive, tired, but decided. When they faced each other, both froze, quiet, their muscles tense and ready for a fight that maybe could happen.

However, there were no fights over Elrohir's delay, or arguments about what would happen that night. No. Elladan only enveloped his brother in a tight embrace, until both of them had calmed down. It was then, with a lighter heart, that Elrohir had made his request: he wanted to meet Elwen alone first. It would be that way, or he wouldn't be able to set that crazy plan into motion!

So, when Elwen entered the circle of bonfires appearing like a Maia, Elladan had had to control himself in order not to go to her, her who looked so beautiful, delectable and seductive. She had even worn the simple bracelet he had given her around her ankle! That had made his chest swell with pride and made the task of keeping his distance even more difficult.

How many goblets of wine he had drunk, Elladan did not know. Hidden by the shadows of the trees that bordered the Circle of Life, he let the liquid dull his senses a little. Between one draught and another, he had watched Elrohir approach Elwen, feeling his insides turn when the couple started to dance in such an intimate, seductive way. At first, he thought that that feeling was jealousy, but no.

It was desire… and love! Brotherly love for Elrohir and a lover's love for Elwen.

Time went by and Elladan became more and more skittish, wanting to join them. Why did Elrohir continue to hesitate so much? Elladan only needed that Elrohir gave her a simple kiss, the sign that would seal their and Elwen's destiny in that insane night and that would permit him to take his rightful place: with the couple that danced sensually. And for eternity. After endless minutes, the moment finally came and now he was there, kissing the lips of his Elwen, while Elrohir traced her collarbone with his lips.

And the three bodies, that had been immobile for a moment, began to sway together again.

When a rough hand finished its slide over a feminine breast, another took its place. Delicate fingers buried themselves in thick male hair and traced battle scars. Strong fingers anxiously pulled the hem of a skirt trying to touch the soft skin that covered the feminine form. Words were whispered. Murmurs of love. The sway of their hips provoked a brush of sexes, a promise of forbidden pleasure, of taboo-pleasure, taking the trio to a point of near-ecstasy.

Elladan opened his eyes for a moment and noticed that some of the couples that were dancing around them had stopped to watch them. The Elves pointed at them, with looks of surprise upon their faces, because that arrangement among Elwen, Elrohir and himself was a taboo even for the savage behavior of the Sindar Elves. Elladan sighed.

"It is time for us to go, my sweet Elwen."

Elrohir, understanding the situation, pulled away from the elleth when they stopped dancing and entwined his fingers with hers. "Where to, Elladan?" he asked.

Elladan kissed Elwen's lips one last time, his eyes shining with desire. "Follow me," he said and bolted toward the forest trees like a hunted wild animal, his hair dancing in the wind, the powerful muscles of his torso and arms contracting and expanding because of the effort of the run. It was like the old times when he, Elrohir and Elwen ran through the corridors and bridges of Imladris, escaping from the adults who wanted to scold them for their childish pranks.

Elrohir laughed when those memories came to his mind and he noticed how much more happier he was. After placing a soft kiss on Elwen's temple, who also laughed now as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, Elrohir asked: "Are you ready?"

Elwen's eyes glowed, there were no more doubts for her. "Come, Elrohir, or we are not going to catch this brother of yours!" she said while started to run, pulling Elrohir by the hand toward the direction where Elladan had disappeared.

The laughs of Elrohir and Elwen echoed off of the clearing.

They were children again.

They would be lovers soon.

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A/N: Comments, good criticism or just a note to say you read this are highly welcomed!