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A/N:

'This is thought'

"This is regular speech"

This in mind speech

'This is visions'

"" This is mind to mind Far Speak ""


A/N 2: Chapter #7 of Blood Thorns will be edited and posted by tomorrow and I am working on Chapter #51 of Hellfire right now, so it should be out by Wednesday!


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Lost to Reality

Fury moaned and bit down, less than gently, on Elladan's neck, dragging a deeply feral growl from his throat. Her answering growl made the ellon shiver with desire, as his hands roamed freely over the sensitized skin, that lay tantalizingly uncovered by the oversized black shirt. The bandit's hair fell like a shimmering silver waterfall, as it cascaded down around them, and obscured the room from their view. Fury's eager hands restlessly fumbled with the clasps to Elladan's shirt and she was more then glad that the twin had left his outer tunic off. Glaring at the offending object that hid the treasure she was seeking, the bandit snarled in frustration. A very masculine chuckle skittered along the nerves her neck, as the older twin's breath warmed her throat, "Patience my wild one, I will be more than pleased to remove it for you."

As he began undoing the clasps with slightly shaking hands, Elladan nearly lost all idea of what he was trying to accomplish, when Fury's teeth lightly grazed along his extra sensitive ear to the tip and back down to the lobe. Giving in to his desperate need for skin to skin contact, the twin just grabbed the material and pulled; effectively ripping the clasps free by shredding the shirt. Fury's voice was husky as she leaned down to explore the exposed skin of his chest. It made his mind turn to mush. "Uumm much, much better! You smell like a cinnamon claw, all sweet and tasty. Tell me, do you taste as delicious, my Peredhil." Too distracted to form an answer to the bandit's heated question, Elladan grasped the black silk that hid the elleth's body from his touch, from his sight and swiftly pulled it over Fury's lowered head.

Murmuring in appreciation, Elladan rolled the bandit onto her back and settled snugly between her thighs, with only his leggings hindering their joining. Flames danced along his spine as Fury's small, restless hands explored the hard planes and hollows that made up the older twin's smooth back and buttocks; with happy, willful abandon. Their mouths mated like starved beasts, sending their lust spiraling well beyond the point of no return. Tongues tangled as they momentarily forgot how to breathe. When air became a necessity, Elladan began a slow lapping trail of heat along the tender underside of her chin, down to the hollow of the elleth's throat and then lower still, to capture one of her nipples between aggressive, yet gentle, teeth. The bandit arched up against the delightful friction with a guttural moan of sheer lust. Whimpering in pure unadulterated need, Fury buried her hands, forcefully, into the midnight depth of the twin's silken hair to prevent the ellon from moving away. Elladan pulled back with a wicked grin and teasingly moved to the other breast; continuing his delightful torture.

While his mouth tormented her breasts with gleeful malice, his hands were slipping along her ribs, down to her waist, before finally moving lower down the outside of her thigh to her knee. Hearing the soft, purring moans the bandit made, only inflamed the twin's desire to a fevered state. Shifting slightly to one side, Elladan began to run his hand, in excruciatingly slow circles, up the tender skin of her inner thigh. The bandit twisted and turned, beneath the ellon's questing hand, as the twin drew closer to her center. Her only thought was instinctive; mate now! She surged upwards, urging him to quicken his pace, but the stubborn ellon refused to be hurried. As his hand moved up her thigh, his mouth blazed a trail slowly down across her ribs, then to her stomach, and then lower still. His lips beat his hand to the prize and Fury bucked wildly at his ministrations. Nearly mindless with lust, the bandit blindly grabbed the sheets and tangled them convulsively.

With a voice husky with pleasure, Elladan murmured alternating soothing and inflaming comments to the elleth, as the twin kissed his way back up to Fury's mouth. Impatient hands helped the ellon struggle out of his too tight leggings and the twin sighed in blessed relief, as he kicked the offending fabric to the floor. The look in Fury's lust blurred eyes sent a shock of triumph through the twin's system. Fury was his for the taking! The thought warmed his soul as nothing else ever had and a wave of protective tenderness flooded him. She was his mate now and Elladan vowed to keep Fury safe in his arms always. With an explosive melding of mouths, Elladan shifted to claim her, with a gentleness that belayed the urgency he felt. Fury arched under him with a groan of pleasure, as their fevered bodies finally melded into one. The twin moved within her very slowly, until he felt the bandit's nails dig frantically into his back urging him to increase the rhythm. With a hoarse cry of completion the two lovers tumbled over the abyss and sank into bliss. After more than a few moments of nuzzling the bandit's sweat slicked neck and murmuring soft words of care, Elladan rolled to his side gathering Fury close to him with a sigh of contentment. The two lovers drifted into reverie, unaware of the visitors that were on the way.


Bursting through the outer door of Elladan's chamber, the younger twin made no effort to slow, as he slipped past the sitting area and through the bedchamber door with Shadow on his heels. Elrohir slammed to a complete halt so quickly that Shadow rammed into his back with a shocked gasp. The elder elves were just coming through the outer door as the two younger ones made it to the bedchamber door. The group in the sitting area of the chamber became somewhat fearful, of what they would encounter in the adjoining room; when they took in the two shocked and exceedingly pale younger twins standing in the doorway to Elladan's bedchamber. Elrohir's shaky words did nothing to dispel the group's worry, as he muttered almost inaudibly, "Sweet Valar, this is worse then I could have imagined."

Deciding that he had heard enough, Elrond strode over to the door with a confident stride and made his way past the stricken twins. The elf lord stumbled to a halt, a few steps past the younger twins and breathed out quietly, "They have lost their very minds!" Glorfindel watched as Elrond's face lost all color and his silver gray eyes continued to blink slowly, as if coming to terms with a horrific event. Believing that the bandit or Elladan was most probably lying dead in a puddle of blood, due to the strong, adverse reactions of the three males standing in the doorway, Glorfindel steeled himself to clean up whatever mess was behind the bedchamber door.


Oh yes, the place was a mess indeed. Food lay scattered around, as well as on, the large bed. What looked like sweet cream had drooled down the wall in a gooey mass. Wine still drizzled out of its bottle and onto the floor so slowly; mostly due to the fact a large puddle had already cascaded away from the bottle's neck. If the horrible mess done to the room with food and drink was not enough of a shock, there in the center, of the ruin of a bed, lay the relaxed, sleeping forms of Fury and Elladan; cuddled together naked as the day they were born. Arms and legs tangled together in such an intimate fashion proclaimed, to all who could see them, that the bandit and older twin had been very, very naughty.

Shaking his head in amused disbelief, Glorfindel gently pushed the three stunned males out of his way and walked purposely into the chamber. Reaching down to Fury's nest of blankets, on the floor where she kept them, the seneschal grasped the top blanket and moved to the bed with a soft indulgent smile. The contented occupants of the large bed clung to each other in their sleep and the warrior could see the deep, dark bruising of a claiming mark on the side of Fury's neck. The seneschal was rather amazed that the two of them had survived the mating ritual, because of them both being of a dominant nature. Normally one elf was the dominant partner, while their mate was of a more gentle nature, giving the union a more balanced joining. Tucking the blanket securely around the sleeping couple, after removing a few random food bits of course, Glorfindel turned to the cooling hearth, stoked the fire with practiced ease and added logs to the still hot embers. Satisfied that the couple would sleep more comfortably now, the seneschal meandered over to the three males at the door and shooed them back out and into the hall; giving Fury and Elladan some time to rest and a measure of well deserved privacy.


The seneschal related the entire tale to Erestor, as the group slowly made their way down the halls to the library. Glorfindel was greatly surprised, by the apparent calm that the advisor had taken the unexpected news in. The advisor had also asked a great many questions as they walked, questions that the advisor probably should not have asked; at least not at that particular time. "I wonder how likely it will be, that their progeny will turn out to be twins, after all both Elladan and Elrond were. It is a likely assumption that Elladan will produce at least one set, if the family line holds true. Hopefully their set will be more civilized then Elladan and Elrohir were." That was the question that had made Elrond, Elrohir and Shadow shudder in horror! The mental image that came from that very scary thought was formed in each of their minds and all three prayed they would not have to find out for many, many long years. It brought, on the other hand, a decidedly evil smirk to the Balrog slayer's lips.


Gasps of horror were ripped from the throats of the assembled group, when Shadow moaned suddenly in distress, "By the Valar! It will be an almost certain prospect, for both of them are the older of twins! I hope that, both being twins, does not allow for more then two at a time, as Fury was a holy terror when she was younger. Thank Eru she has calmed down over the past centuries!"


The group had once again settled into the cavernous library, as Glorfindel proceeded to pass around, very desperately needed, goblets of strong Elven spirits. Poor Erestor had a look on his handsome face that was now caught somewhere between terrified amusement and true horror. Shadow and Elrohir were staring at one another blankly, their drinks clutched forgotten in their hands. The two younger twins were both trying hard to come to terms with what they had both seen in the bedchamber, the sudden change in status in their respective twin's life and the fact that the two were now related by ritual bonding.


Elrond just stared, unseeing, into the flames dancing within the hearth and sipped his drink absentmindedly; as the reality of the situation sunk in gradually. The elven lord had come to believe that his oldest child, Elladan, would be the last of his children to take a mate; due to his volatile nature, yet upstairs was proof that the older twin was actually the first of his children to claim their soul mate. He wondered briefly what Estel and Arwen would say when they were finally informed of this curious circumstance. Elrond figured it would be a well received shock and both would be completely ecstatic for their brother once the shock cleared. The vision he had had earlier had most definitely hinted that the relationship, at least on the bandit's side, was more personal then the two were showing, with their constant battling. Blood shed he had been prepared for, but his oldest son and his son's nemesis binding in such a short amount of time that, he was not prepared for at all.

Elrond could only feel that the Valar had a truly twisted sense of humor!