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Mates by Accident

Groggily Fury came out of her deep reverie with an overwhelming urge to bury her head in the wonderful smelling, yet slightly hard, pillow beneath her. Mumbling distractedly, it took a moment for her to realize that pillows were not supposed to be warm, firm and able to breathe. Coming out of reverie into sharp focus, with her mind and body in warrior mode, Fury gasped in shock and confusion; as she took in the still sleeping pillow below her. Pushing herself gently off the sleeping ellon, the bandit tried to come to terms with her complete disobedience of her blood oath. Shaking her head over and over, the panicked elleth slipped from the bed and backed slowly towards the closed door of Elladan's bedchamber.

A great wave of dizziness crashed over her, making her ability to stand a very questionable prospect. Cursing the sick sense of humor that the Valar seemed to possess, Fury staggered closer to the bed and her nemesis. The closer she got to the bed, the less dizzy she became. There was only one reason for the closeness of the ellon to affect her in such a profound way and that sent a shiver of excitement and dread racing along her spine. The bandit gazed down at the male sleeping in obvious contentment and it made her newly awakened heart constrict forcefully with the depth of her emotion. Elladan was indeed a magnificent example of the Elven male species and his mixed heritage only emphasized the twin's masculine beauty; instead of detracting from it. The unbidden urge to crawl upon the rumpled, inviting bed and then thoroughly devour every inch of the twin's delightful and tasty form, was almost unbearable for the bandit. Her self restraint was wavering badly and Fury knew it was only a matter of time before she pounced on her prey. If she lost control of her willpower, the bandit knew she would repeat her earlier mistake with unbridled enthusiasm.

A low feral growl brought Fury out of her internal battle. Glancing up she saw the sleeping male was awake and very, very hungry. Elladan's eyes glowed with silver fire, as he allowed his blatantly ravenous gaze to roam freely over his new mate's unclothed form. When their eyes met, Fury was unable to fight her absolute and unquenchable need to be closer to the older twin. Moving with a lightning quick grace, the bandit crawled onto the bed and straddled her mate; pinning him to the mattress with a wicked smile. The smile she received in answer, made her blood boil and her heart race frantically. He was hers for the taking and take him she would! With a breathy purr, Fury threw caution to the wind and began devouring her unlooked for mate with a single minded determination that left Elladan gasping and moaning with pleasure.


Glorfindel watched the others in amusement. The occupants of the room were each getting over the shock with varying degrees of success. The two younger twins were having the hardest time of it and he could not help the snort of laughter that escaped him when Shadow suddenly shuddered and burst out in disgust, "Not again! By the Valar they have been at it for hours! Surely they must exhaust themselves soon, for if they do not I will be driven mad! Fury is not shielding from me at all and my ability to shield myself from her is not nearly good enough for this kind of abuse. Elrohir you are lucky you have severed your twin link, because they are worse then wargs in heat!"

Elrohir patted his friend's shoulder in sympathy before replying sadly, "Dare not to hope Shadow, as they are going to be like this for at least the next three or four days and then with less frequency until a full week has passed. Though knowing my twin's possessive nature, he might not allow her away from him for the next few months!" The groan of pain filled horror made all in the room laugh. It was going to be a long week for Elrohir not having his twin's attention, but poor Shadow was going to be the one to suffer the worse fate as his twin would not be gone from his mind.


Glorfindel had dragged Elrohir and Shadow with him to Elladan's chamber during the end of the first day of the pair's mating. They had crept in silently bringing in clean bedding, more wood and three bottles of nectar for the sleeping couple. Each of the younger twins picked up and held their respective sibling as Glorfindel stripped and remade the bed. All was going well until Shadow went to put the limp form of Fury next to her new mate. Shadow had barely placed his sister on the bed when Elladan's eyes snapped open and he let out a low, vicious sounding territorial growl.

Looking into the blazing silver eyes, the young bandit knew he was in serious trouble. Elrohir and Glorfindel were on the other side of the room cleaning up some of the foodstuff that had been tossed aside, so Shadow was on his own. Before the bandit could make a move to withdraw from the lovers, Elladan attacked what he perceived as a threat to his new mate. Finding himself plastered to the wall with Elladan's fingers digging into his throat, Shadow could only hope that the other two could get to him in time; because the last thing he wanted to do was fight his twin's mate during their bonding time. As the bandit began to see small black spots dancing at the edge of his vision, Glorfindel came into view followed quickly by Elrohir. Glorfindel pulled the older twin's hand off Shadow's throat, while Elrohir tried soothing his twin's anger. Whether or not Elladan would have instinctively attacked his own twin, Elrohir was very glad that he would never have to find out.

A violent hiss, from the direction of the bed, brought Elladan's attention back to his mate. Pulling free of Elrohir, the older twin stalked over to the bed and gathered Fury possessively into his arms. He threw a warning glare at his younger sibling before turning back to his mate and nuzzling her neck. Glad that his brother was now occupied with Fury, Elrohir slipped out of the room to meet up with Shadow and Glorfindel in the sitting area. By the disgusted look on Shadow's features, Elrohir knew he need not explain how he made such an easy escape. Chuckling softly at the younger bandit's predicament, Elrohir followed the others into the hall and back to the library


It had now been three days since the unlikely pair had initiated the mating bond and the contingent from Lothlorien was scheduled to arrive any time. Shadow had gone with Glorfindel and Elrohir to meet the Lorien elves hoping to escape his twin bond and possibly help some of the other bandits acclimatize to the Elven patrol ways. As the patrol got higher into the mountains near where the bandit camp lay, Shadow called to Elrohir quietly and asked for a few minutes of rest. While the escort party relaxed amid the ring of trees, Shadow approached Glorfindel and the younger twin. "With the Orc activity in the area, I thought that now would be a good time to bring some of our warriors into the company. If my warriors are to work beside your warriors, we need to integrate them slowly and under less stressful conditions, then full out fighting. Would this be acceptable Captain Glorfindel?" the bandit queried hopefully.

"Do you believe that your people will refrain from causing any trouble within the ranks at this time? The party we are to meet bring Lord Elrond's daughter with them and I can afford no mishaps or in fighting. If your warriors will behave with honor and listen to my command without question, then you may bring a few of those that you deem ready." Glorfindel replied with a stern look and somber voice. The seneschal hoped to meet these skillful warriors, but his misgivings at doing so, with such precious cargo awaiting his protection, still preyed on his mind. The relieved smile that the bandit gave him put some of his fears to rest. The young warrior had proven to be a fine and noble ellon, with great battle skills and a quick wit. Their sparring matches over the last few days had been a joy to behold; even though the bandit had yet to win a single match, he had put up a magnificent struggle. If his other warriors were as well trained as this bandit, then Glorfindel could not wait to incorporate them into the patrols.

"Aye, Captain Glorfindel, they will do your bidding without question and protect those of this vale with their very lives. My word is law to them. I will order them to fight for you and protect your warriors and the contingent from Lothlorien. Do you wish those with exceptional skill in archer or swordsmanship more at this time? We have both." The bandit explained with a sense of great pride and affection.

"We could always use those with a talent for the sword, but in this endeavor we certainly need more archers. Bring both if you would please, but no more then your five best will be needed at this time. I look forward to meeting your brethren young Shadow, for they have led us on a merry chase through our own lands and that has impressed me greatly. How long will it take you to fetch your warriors and regroup?" The seneschal asked quietly.


A huge grin split Shadow's face, before he whirled away from where Glorfindel and Elrohir stood. Throwing back his dark head, Shadow let out a deep guttural bay that echoed throughout the forest. The change in pitch and tone signaled to the surrounding warriors that it was a speaking code, used much like their own whistles were; to alert, gather, send and receive information to and from fellow warriors while on patrol. The return signals made the elves blood run cold as the sounds of howling slithered through the trees. The haunting melody was so close to the actual sounds of a wolf pack, that some of the warriors looked around nervously. With three more high pitched yips, Shadow turned back to the patrol, which were watching him with fascination, and bowed to Glorfindel. "Captain Glorfindel my warriors will be here within minutes and I have explained the situation. You are now their commander and they will obey your every command and whim. To you and you alone, do I gift with the complete obedience of my warriors. Treat them fairly captain and you will be greatly rewarded with loyalty and friendship. Harm them and you will answer to Fury and I, so be warned!"

Tilting his dark head up towards the treetops, the bandit smiled wickedly, "Your new warriors are here! Shall I have them muster?"