Posted: September 2003
Title: Captive Twin
Author: Iamme and Alex
Type: FPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/???
Disclaimer: We do not own nor do we profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: Non-con.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author’s Note: This is an email RP we did.
Summary: Elladan has an unwanted guest.

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Captive Twin

Elladan woke to the darkness, sighing heavily. He started to roll over only to find he couldn't. Suddenly, the haze vanished from his mind, leaving him all too aware that he could not move. He began struggling only to have a pair of hands grip his hair.

“Shhhhh… we would not want to wake your brother now, would we? I would hate to think of what would happen to him should I have to persuade either of you to remain silent.”

Elladan froze. The fog of sleep having left his mind, he realized that his hands were tied behind his back. The other elf’s weight was all on top of him, pressing him hard into the mattress. His head was held up off of his pillow by the other person’s hand in his long hair.

He stayed still, relaxing just enough to let his captor think he had given in. The hold on his hair relaxed and he waited, waited until the body started to move off of him before he jerked his tied wrists back and forth, elbowing his captor with both arms.

He thought he had a chance when he heard the guttural grunt of pain from the other elf. He wasn’t prepared for the blow to his head…and when it came, he knew no more.

He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious but when he woke, he
could tell that he was now tied to the bed, spread eagle and blindfolded. He shivered as he felt breath against his ear in a soft whisper.

“That was not very smart, Elladan. I will have to punish you for that.”

Elladan groaned as a hand gripped his hair and pull his head back.

“You are so beautiful. I will indeed enjoy this.”

Teeth nipped at his collarbone hard enough to leave marks as a hand lightly caressed his jaw.

“What would a fitting punishment be for such insolence? Perhaps I should take a whip to you. But then we would wake Elrohir and we cannot have that now, can we? Or I might be forced to have him join us. Hmmmm… what to do…”

He could feel teeth nipping the tip of his ear, then a tongue caressing down the lobe. Even though he was angry and scared, the tongue was arousing to him.

“I do believe this will be a good night for me. I think I am going to make you wait and wonder just what I am going to do to punish you.”

Elladan could feel a hand moving up his thigh.

He shivered. There was no way to stop it, the hand or his reaction.

“Stop it,” he ground out between clinched teeth. “Leave me alone.”

The gloved hand grabbed him, grabbed his tender testicles and squeezed them hard, painfully hard. He hissed and jerked, trying to get away from the cold leather.

“*You* are not in charge here, my pretty little one.” He let the pressure off and ran a finger down Elladan’s thigh. “If you’ll stop fighting me, you might enjoy it too. I really don’t care either way. *I* plan on having the time of my life.”

He felt the weight leave the bed and his heart pounded in fear. Was he to be left here alone, bound and blindfolded?

“Are you here?” He asked the darkness in a shaky voice.

His question was met with silence and the darkness of the blindfold that was so heavy he could almost feel it choking him. The seconds began to drag like hours as he lay there dreading and praying for the possibility that the intruder had fled.

After what felt like an eternity, he decided to test his bindings and flexed his arms. Whoever had tied them had done quite well and it would take quite some time to even hope to loosen them.

Elladan could feel his arms starting to shake; his muscles were not accustomed to working in the precarious position they were now in. He was concentrating so hard that he did not notice that he was not alone after all till the hot breath whispered across his ear.

“Did you think I was gone? Surely, I would not go through all of this trouble to just leave you like this.”

Elladan shuddered, feeling the hand as it brushed the inside of his thigh, trailing slow fingers up towards his groin.

“I have waited for this opportunity since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I have lain awake so many nights dreaming of what I would do to you should I ever have the chance.”

The young lord swallowed convulsively as he lay listening to the madness, trying to pull back as a finger flicked harshly against the soft mounds beneath him to tease his hardened member.

Elladan tried to ignore the hand but he couldn’t.

So he lay still and didn’t do anything.

“Your cock is silky and so hard, love.” That voice purred into his ear. He shivered but gave no other outward indication that he was affected at all. The cool gloved hand stroked as heated breath hissed against his ear. He would have squirmed if he could have.

The sting of leather across his thighs was a total surprise and he yelped in surprise.

“You know better than that,” the voice spoke close to him. He was ready for the next blow and it came hard. He knew his… captor must be using a riding crop. He had used one often enough on one of the horses he often rode.

The blows came hard and the pain increased as stripes were laid over stripes. He felt tears run out under his blindfold and he heard himself begging.

“Please, touch me… make me come… I’m so hard…’ he was shocked at his own words. He meant to beg the other elf to stop. But he was harder than he ever remembered being. “Please.”

"Tell me why I should? You are such a wanton little thing. If only your family knew what kind of little slut you really are."

Elladan felt the hot tongue licking over the welts from the crop and it made him shudder in pained pleasure. The words were a biting embarrassment because he realized they were true. This is what he had been wanting for so long, someone to give him this pleasure with no responsibility on his part. All he had to do was give in and his fantasy would be fulfilled.

The teeth sinking in to the painful welts brought him back to reality with a pained whimper.

"I asked you a question, Peredhil. I expect an answer."

Elladan clenched his hands in frustration, a terrible yet delicious feeling of weakness over came him.

"Because I need...I need to have you master me."

The bound elf felt the veil of hair tickling his body as it trailed up along his stomach and across his sides.

"That I will, young one, that I will. In fact, I already have. You are such a slut, Elladan, giving yourself so shamelessly to someone you don’t even know. What would your father say? What would Elrohir say? You are already my little toy, aren’t you?"

Elladan hissed as his mysterious master pinched his tender nipple hard then kissed him so thoroughly that he forgot why he had been scared and angry before.

“I am yours. All yours. Please take me.” He knew he would say anything for a bit of relief right now, anything at all.

“Does he hurt you too? I think not; I see no marks except the ones I’ve made.” Elladan jerked at the sentence. How could this elf know of his and Elrohir’s love? Harsh laughter met his ears, almost as if the other elf could read his thoughts.

Elladan felt the bed creak and his captor moved, untying his long legs and lifting them. He felt the other elf’s oiled cock slide into him, still hurting him but not as much as he could have. Then he felt the cold steel of a metal ring being placed around his aching cock and balls.

“Please don’t do this,” he whimpered. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.

He could feel the pain and pleasure combine till he was unable to tell them apart, sending him on an emotional roller coaster. He thought of Elrohir doing this to him, knowing that his twin never would be able to. He hated the elf pounding inside of him yet he did not want him to stop. Ever.

He would have screamed when the head of the stranger’s need brushed his sweet spot had the other elf not clasped a hand over his mouth, stifling his scream.
The aching between his legs was painful and yet he did not want it to stop. He hated that his body was betraying him, making him want and need as the elf inside of him picked up the pace, grinding against his trapped arousal, creating a beautiful burning friction against his captured cock.

“Why are you doing this?”

He stopped struggling, stopped fighting. He let the other elf have his way, let himself be taken, be used to slake someone else’s lust. Shame washed over him. His captor did not even seem to notice as he filled Elladan with pearly white semen.

Elladan felt him come, heard his cries and knew who he was, but he said nothing. In fact, he was more puzzled than ever. They had been friends for years and the other elf had never even hinted that he had any desire at all for the Peredhil twin.

His blindfold was wet with his tears as his captor sagged on top of him. He was surprised when the other elf reached up and freed his hands. Then removed the ring. The relief of pressure caused him to come immediately, all over them both. He reached up and removed the wet blindfold from his eyes.

“Haldir, why?”

Haldir’s own eyes were wet with tears too now.

“I… you have everything, Elladan… you have Elrohir, rank, privilege, a father…I wanted to have it… to make you feel pain too.”

“But why?”

“I wanted to be the one who rescued you and then maybe you would see me, notice me.”

“Notice you?”

“I love you… but you are better than me… I wanted to fix that, to be your hero.” Haldir turned away. “Now I’ve lost you forever.”

Elladan wanted to be furious but he wasn’t. He was saddened. He had always found the March Warden very attractive and would have gladly entered into a relationship with him. Now it appeared that there was not even a chance of it.

Haldir grabbed his clothes and left the room with a mumbled apology.

**

The next morning, Elladan stood outside on his balcony. He leaned his head against the wall, taking a deep breath and forcing back the tears. His traitorous body was making it hard for his mind to decide if he truly liked or hated what had happened last night. He could not help but think that maybe it was both.

He went to his room and dressed and went in search of Haldir.

~~~

Elrohir stood in the doorway looking at the empty bed with the rumpled sheets. He placed his finger in the drop of dried semen on the sheets and lifted it to his lips, tasted the familiar flavor of his brother along with the March Warden's which was different and yet not. Clasping the sheet in his hands, he inhaled the aroma of his brother mixed with that of Haldir and something inside of him filled with rage that it was not his own scent.

He stomped from the room and went in search of them both. He had heard them, heard Elladan moan and beg, heard Haldir take him, heard Haldir’s moans of pleasure. He wanted to do those things to Elladan, wanted to make him beg and plead, wanted to make his scream out in ecstasy.
Damn them both! Elladan belonged to him and he wasn’t going to let Haldir of Lorien take him away!

**

Haldir had run through the forest as fast as his legs would carry him, collapsing on the edge of the river. His cries had echoed throughout the night but no one had heard them in such a remote area. His long keening wail from the pain over what he had done was heard only by the creatures of the night. It had not been his intent, how could he ever forgive himself for what he had done? He lay there fighting the tears that were starting to fall again.

It had not been hard for Elladan to follow the tracks left by the distraught elf. Elladan heard him before he came upon him. How could he explain to Haldir that he *was* willing to have a relationship with him? He liked the things Haldir had done to him, but he knew that both of them needed more than just that. He needed someone to take care of him sometimes. He had always been louder and bolder than Elrohir. He tended to run headlong into trouble whereas Elrohir thought things out carefully.

He knelt down resting his hand on Haldir's shoulder.

"Haldir...I..."

Haldir wrenched away from him and Elladan was not exactly sure how to start. How do you explain to someone you liked them tying you up and taking you against your will, that you wanted and needed them to control you?

“Haldir, I came out here to find you, to tell you that, well, I liked what you did. I like for someone to … master me. I like for someone to be responsible.”

Haldir went still but otherwise didn’t acknowledge that he heard the eldest twin speak to him. He was having a hard time digesting what Elladan was saying. Did he say he liked what they had done, that he liked him?

Elladan ran his fingers through the blond’s damp hair.

"You know me well, Haldir, better than I know myself, I think... If I asked you to do that again, would you do it?"

Haldir turned over and looked at Elladan. His eyes were red and swollen from crying and it hurt him to look up at the sunlight. Elladan caressed his cheek softly. "I need you to do it again...please. "

He leaned in to kiss Haldir.

**

Elrohir found them as easily as Elladan had found Haldir. Elladan was naked and Haldir had him bent over his lap. He was spanking the Peredhil with his bare hand. His brother was whimpering and begging for more, something that made Elrohir furious.

And hard. Painfully hard.

He wanted to beat Haldir and force his weakling brother to see that he belonged only to him. But not now. Now he would see that the haughty March Warden did not harm a hair on Elladan’s head. He sat still and watched.

Haldir shifted to unfasten Elladan’s leggings and he positioned Elladan on his lap with his legs straddling Haldir. Elrohir’s breath hissed out of him as he rubbed the growing bulge in his own leggings. He had been having sex with his older twin for more years than he could count and he’d never seen him act like such a wanton slut before, writhing and begging and riding Haldir’s cock like a whore.

His hands made quick work of the lacings on his leggings then he had his own swollen shaft in his hand. He smeared the wet, sticky pre-come up and down his length then began to stroke using a hard, almost brutal pace as he watched his brother. He squeezed hard enough to hurt but it didn’t dampen his lust or his anger.

He wanted to hurt Haldir when the blond turned Elladan around and put him on hands and knees like a mongrel and started spanking his ass as he took him hard, his cock sliding easily in and out of Elladan’s seemingly eager body.

He wanted to hurt both of them but to his own shame, he came, biting his tongue to stay silent and closing his eyes as tears slid out of the corners and down his cheeks. He felt hot semen spill out on his hands and hit the ground.

If his brother wanted that then that was what he would have...And as for Haldir. Well he knew just what to do to him...and Haldir would hurt…just like he was hurting.

**

Later that day, Elrohir watched Haldir leave and followed him till he was out of the city headed towards the guard post that. Finally, when they were away from the city, he called out to him.

"Haldir!! Wait for me!!"

~~~

Haldir waited as the dark haired twin caught up to him.

"I am glad I caught you. Haldir, I needed to speak with you."

Haldir looked over the twin before him, taking a minute to take in all the subtle differences. He had known even before the other was close that it was not Elladan.

" Ahhh...What would you like to speak with me about?"

Elrohir smiled, before tossing a hand full of white powder in to the March Warden’s face.

"Elladan."

It was the last thing Haldir heard before he fell face forward and Elrohir caught him.

**
When Haldir awoke, he tried to move and found he couldn’t. His head hurt so terribly that he didn’t even want to open his eyes. That and the fear of what he would see. He felt the cold air on his skin and knew he was naked and bound and that he was on his back on the ground.

Elrohir.

He remembered Elrohir following him and then nothing.

He finally forced his eyes open and closed them quickly as nausea threatened to overtake him.

Elrohir held his head up and gave him a sip of something that helped the nausea but it did nothing for his pounding head.

“Why are you doing this?” he finally managed to rasp out.

“He is mine. We are … one, from the same seed, with the same soul. You cannot have him.”

Haldir tried to clear his head enough to think. "What are you talking about, Elrohir?”

Elrohir stood pacing around Haldir's tied form.

"I am talking about you, raping my brother. You have done something to him, Haldir. Something I have wanted to do for so long, but I was afraid. And now he wants you, he wants you like he wanted me. So now I am going to make you pay."

Haldir tried to follow the mad elf but his bonds prevented him. He felt helpless and he hated it. Shame ate at his conscience for what he had done and how Elladan must have felt. Yet, he found himself not able to accept this situation and he started tugging against the ropes that held him till a knife, his own knife, touched his throat.

"I will kill you, Haldir. They may exile me but I will have what I want, the only one I need. Lay still, l because you mean nothing to me, only he does.”

"This is madness, Elrohir,” Haldir hissed at his captor.

Elrohir leaned down and kissed him. The kiss was not what he expected. It was tender, hungry, needy even. He found himself wanting to reach up and touch Elrohir’s face.

“I hate you…” Elrohir murmured to Haldir as he untied his legs and rolled him onto his side. Haldir’s wrists hurt from being pulled so tight and his eyes were wide with fear. Elrohir held his legs with one hand while he unfastened his own leggings with the other.

“You are a snake. You can’t have him,” he said as he forced his hard cock into Haldir’s tight opening, made tighter still by his fear. He rammed his way past any resistance that the tight ring of flesh gave. The blond closed his eyes and Elrohir slapped him.

“Look at me. What do you see? Do you see *his* face? Would you like it if he took you this way? Would you moan and cry out his name over and over?”

Haldir did moan, in pain instead of pleasure as Elrohir raped him. He tried not to think and not to feel but all he could think about was this creature above him wore Elladan’s face. Every time he tried to close his eyes, Elrohir hit him and forced him to open them again.

Finally Elrohir came, crying out his brother’s name over and over as Haldir sobbed the same name. The dark haired elf got up and retied Haldir’s ankles to the stakes he had driven into the ground. He stood over him and looked at him.

“I see why he likes you. You’re pretty.” He reached down and grabbed Haldir’s flaccid penis and squeezed. “I can see why he’d like it. I’ll bet it’s impressive when it’s hard.”

Haldir lay as still as he could, trying to not even breathe as Elrohir touched him here and there, hands touching gently what he had squeezed and pinched only seconds before. He wondered, had *he* hurt poor Elladan like this?

Elrohir disappeared for a while, a long while, leaving Haldir naked and helplessly staked to the ground. Haldir wondered if he were going to be left here to die now. Was that how Elrohir meant to be rid of him?

In a short while, the Peredhel returned naked and still wet from bathing somewhere. Haldir’s eyes followed him as he went to his pack and removed a water flask. He squatted beside Haldir and lifted his head gently to allow him to drink his fill of the cool water. He let Haldir’s head drop back on the hard ground.

Elrohir laid the flask aside and moved onto his knees so his cock was almost directly over Haldir’s face. He stroked it back to hardness and forced it between the Lorien elf’s lips and into his throat. Haldir almost gagged but finally he managed to suck Elrohir in a way that enabled him to get a breath in between the deep, hard thrusts. Elrohir pulled out just before he came and his semen spurted out all over Haldir’s face. He rose to his feet and walked away, leaving Haldir splattered and unable to clean his face off.

Haldir had lost track of time. He didn’t want to die out here like this. To his own shame, he began to cry and he cried like he had not since his mother and father had left Arda. His tears made little white trails down his face and he was surprised when someone, Elrohir, washed his face gently with cool water. He looked at Haldir almost as if he loved him. He ran his hands through the Lorien elf’s filthy silver hair.

"How I want to do that to you again... How I want to do that to Elladan…”

He lay down beside his brother’s lover.

Haldir choked back his own sobs as he watched the tears roll down Elrohir’s face.

~~~

CAPTIVE TWIN

Chapter Four

Elladan got worried. A feeling of unease came over him. He was afraid something had happened to Haldir on his way back home. He saddled his horse and rode off in the direction of his grandparents’ kingdom.

He found Haldir not far from the borders of his father’s land.

The Lorien elf was still tied to the ground. He had not been there long but he was still in obvious distress. He had rubbed both wrists raw and bloody trying to free himself and his trousers were wet where he had soiled himself.

Elladan was in tears by the time he had untied Haldir. He gathered him into his arms and sat on the dry, dusty ground, rocking him.

“My poor love. Who did this to you?”

Haldir said nothing. Indeed, he couldn’t say anything for he had screamed and cried so much that his voice was nothing more than a whisper. Tears leaked silently out the corners of his eyes as Elladan carried him to the nearest stream he could find and gave him water from his canteen then stripped the few rags he still wore from his body before beginning to bathe him.

He winced at the blood on his lover’s bottom and the sticky stains all over his thighs and his face. Haldir had been raped repeatedly.

Haldir lay passively and very quietly, letting Elladan bathe and clothe him. He wouldn’t eat but he did drink the cool water that Elladan gave him.

“Haldir, I don’t know if you can sit on my horse. You’re injured. Do you want to try it?”

He nodded. Elladan helped him mount and led the horse on the slow road home.

**

Elrohir was in the healing halls helping his father when Elladan brought Haldir in. Haldir's eyes widened as he saw the other twin standing there but managed to hide it from Elladan. Elrohir looked back and forth between Haldir and Elladan. "Is something wrong, gwador?"

"Yes, have you seen Ada?"

"He is in the back tending to a mortal traveler."

Elladan carried Haldir over to a bed and had him sit, taking his sudden nervousness to be an after effect of the rape.

"Could you please fetch him for me? I need to speak with him. "

Elrohir gave a curt nod and headed off to find Lord Elrond.

Haldir could not look into Elladan's eyes. He knew that Elladan was not Elrohir but they were mirror images, so much alike. He had to focus on the differences.

Elrond walked in and Elladan pulled him aside. Otherwise occupied talking with his father, he missed how Haldir jumped when Elrohir laid a hand on his shoulder, and how Elrohir gave him a warning look, warning him against saying anything about what happened, a look that said he shouldn’t have tried to take Elladan away.

Haldir closed his eyes tight, willing them all to go away.

He heard Elrond’s voice.

“Haldir, I need to bathe you and tend your wounds.”

“No…” Haldir formed the words but he still made little sounds. He tried to slide away from Elrond, but Elladan was there to hold him, to coax him to let his father treat his wounds.

Haldir trembled as they undressed him. His naked body was black and blue. Elrond looked up at Elladan as if to ask who did it, but Elladan shrugged. When he tried to turn the Lorien elf up onto his side, Haldir screamed and tried to get away from him. He knew he’d have to sedate him to clean his torn body.

“Haldir, we’re going to give you something to make you sleep for awhile.”

Haldir said nothing but tried to get away again. Elladan just held and whispered to him… “It will be all right…Ada will help you… I won’t leave you,” while Elrond held an odd smelling cloth over his nose.

Everything went black.

**

When he awoke, he was dressed in silk pajamas and tucked into a bed in the family wing of the house. Elrond sat by his bed. He said nothing, just smiled gently at the guardian. He offered a sip from a steaming cup. It was a delicious broth and Haldir found that he was hungry. He gratefully ate the whole bowl and thanked the healer as he drifted off to sleep.

Later, Elladan came in.

“Is there anything you need, Haldir?” He sat beside the bed and pushed back a strand of hair that had come out of Haldir’s braid. “I am so sorry for what has happened to you. Can you tell me who did this to you?”

Elladan knew he had made a mistake when he saw the fear return to his lover’s eyes.

“Shhhh. It is all right. I won’t ask again.” He moved up into the bed and took the shivering blond into his arms.

**

Several days had passed and Haldir was well enough to travel. He was going home to Lothlórien and to his brothers. He had shied away from Elladan since he had been rescued, not able to look into the face that was exactly like that of his attacker. He insisted that he ride home alone. The danger was easier for him to face than looking into those gray eyes and hiding the revulsion he felt now for the one he had loved a few short days before.

“Are you sure you are leaving for good?” He whirled around and looked into the beautiful face of Elrohir. “I would not want to have to warn you again. I did not find it pleasant at all.”

“If I never see either of you, it will still be too soon. I am sorry to hurt Elladan but you have made him impossible for me to love.”

Haldir dug his heels into the sides of his mount and left without a backward glance. He hoped that going home would help to heal him inside.

*

Elladan was walking out to the courtyard to bid Haldir farewell when he heard Elrohir **I would not want to have to warn you again. I did not find it pleasant at all. ** His blood ran cold. Elrohir had been Haldir’s rapist? He couldn’t breathe. He backed away, turning finally and running back to the Last Homely House.

Nothing would ever be the same.

THE END

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