shone like glass in every direction, twisting up imposing stone columns
toward a ceiling too high to be seen.
Elladan was vaguely reminded of the Mines of Moria, except that
this place was so much more. It
was far larger, far grander, and far shinier.
A soft mist permeated the air, blurring the edges. Worse, it seemed that Námo completely disappeared in here
even though Elladan knew the Vala was walking at his side.
But he could
feel the Doomsman relax here, so he said nothing.
The mist suddenly parted revealing a tunnel that Elladan was sure
hadn't been there before. It wasn't the first thing that had jumped up unexpectedly and
it was giving the half-elf the creeps.
is everyone?" he whispered. There
was no real reason to whisper, but it seemed like the thing to do.
There was something sacred about this place.
Still, Elladan's voice echoed unnaturally in the great hall.
all around you," a disembodied voice murmured in his ear causing the
half-elf to jump.
are?" Elladan said, jerking his head about as if he could see
not see them. They are only
they the mist?" the half-elf asked, still looking about uneasily.
you needn't worry so. They
cannot see you either."
that's good I suppose," Elladan murmured.
They turned down another hallway.
The whole place was one big maze, twisting and reorganizing at a
whim. Elladan was completely
Námo said. Obediently
Elladan stopped but he saw nothing. The
walls were completely smooth. The
half-elf frowned, glancing toward the black shadow solidifying by his
side. When he glanced back, a
doorway was cut into the smooth surface.
Swallowing nervously, he walked into the room.
could hardly be described as cheery.
There were the same glass-black walls and floor.
A table and desk were made of the same substance.
Even the chairs were made of black cloth.
Considering all this, somehow the room was lit but not by any
source that Elladan could see.
this is your place huh?"
Námo said tonelessly.
have a bedroom?" Elladan asked carelessly, already snooping through
there," Námo said, pointing to a wall that, until a moment ago, was
completely solid. Uninvited,
Elladan wandered into the new room. Black
again. No surprise there.
At least the bed was large and looked comfortable.
To check out his hypothesis, Elladan promptly jumped onto it.
The sheets were black satin, cool against his skin. Elladan half-expected them to be made of itchy wool.
satisfied?" Námo asked from the doorway, watching the half-elf
curiously. Elladan levered
himself up onto his elbows.
really live here?"
my rooms, but I do not believe I have entered them in centuries.
I have no need for rest."
do you have them?" Elladan asked.
kindred began to construct our homes, Lord Manwë suggested we style our
dwellings in the manner of the younger races so that we might be more
sympathetic with them."
you'd have to use them for that to work," Elladan said.
necessarily," Námo said quietly.
He had moved a few feet into the room, still watching his
companion. "You do not
find it to your liking?" There was no hurt in the Doomsman, just
around the barren bedroom. "Well
it only needs a few things to make it, um, livable."
as?" Námo pressed.
candlelight would be nice," Elladan said. Instantly the everywhere/nowhere light brightened.
"No, I don't need it brighter."
said you wished for light," Námo said.
"No, I said
I needed candlelight, not that it was too dark in here."
do you need it?"
fire is a warmer, friendlier light. It's
just nicer to look at," Elladan said.
Námo canted an eyebrow, but obediently the room was suddenly
brightened by warm yellow light. Two large candelabras now flanked the bed.
The light from the fire was reflected over and over again by the
shiny black marble in the ceiling, walls, and floor.
It was like a thousand little fireflies.
better?" the Doomsman asked.
Don't you think so?" Elladan said.
Námo glanced around.
was adequate before this," he replied slowly.
Elladan rolled his eyes. "But this is . . . pretty."
is," the half-elf agreed. "Now
what you need is some color."
you suggest?" Námo said. Elladan
got the feeling that the Vala was merely humoring him, but he would take
what he could get.
could show the natural wood color in the bed?" Elladan suggested.
Instantly the black headboard returned to the warm brown of oak.
"And why don't you change the black sheets to red?" Námo
canted his eyebrow higher but did as he was told. Elladan didn't feel any
difference beneath his fingertips, but suddenly he was lying in a sea of
red. With these few small
changes, the entire room was changed, now warmer and more inviting.
"What now?" Námo asked,
watching Elladan scoot further up the bed until his head lay on the fluffy
"This is good.
Why don't you try it out?"
Námo couldn't put his finger on it,
but there was something suspicious about the way Elladan said that.
The Vala sat on the bed anyway, willing to humor his intended.
He studied the half-elf closely.
Elladan was wearing a loose green shirt and tight leather pants.
There was a distinctive sparkle in his silver eyes that never
ceased to draw Námo's attention. His
spirit vibrated with life and mischief, and Námo found himself captivated
as he always did.
Though Námo had spent quite a bit of
time in denial, the truth was that ever since he had first laid eyes on
the beautiful half-elf he had been constantly distracted by the memory.
In the deepest recesses of his soul, he had immediately recognized
their connection. And, like
any so attuned with their spirit, Námo's subconscious could not let such
a revelation go unacknowledged. Thoughts
of Elladan crept upon the Doomsman at any moment he was not actively
guarding against them.
And now it was more difficult.
Before, he had one memory of the half-elf, when Elladan was groggy,
ill, and not awake. Some of
his vibrant soul was obvious back then but not as it shone now.
It the last few days, Námo had become acquainted with the rest of
his intended's spirit. It was
such a contrast to the elves he usually met; even the living were in need
of spiritual aid.
Elladan needed nothing like that.
He was sure of himself and those around him.
He loved life and his family, and they in turn loved him back.
His spirit was in need of nothing but adventure, which he and his
brother were very good at creating for themselves.
The vibrancy of a truly healthy spirit left Námo in awe.
And Elladan's soul was pulsating with
some new mischief now.
Námo watched curiously as the
half-elf slowly sat up so they could look each other in the eye.
The topmost button on his loose shirt slipped out of its hole
revealing more smooth skin. Unwillingly Námo's eyes were drawn to it.
"So, what do you think?"
Elladan said, his voice pitched a little lower than was his usual.
Oddly it sent a shiver down Námo's spine that he was unaccustomed
to. He added it to the list
of things he had to ask Oromë about.
"It feels exactly as it did
before," Námo said. He
had to admit, in that deepest, darkest, most hidden part of his soul, he
did rather enjoy being obtuse. He
learned much about other beings by how quickly they became frustrated with
At the moment, Elladan merely rolled
his eyes and shook his head with what might be fond exasperation.
"Yeah, physically it's exactly the same, but
mood-wise�" Elladan stopped, his eyes raking over the Vala without
any attempt to be subtle. "Well,
it's a whole new game now, isn't it?" he purred softly.
Suddenly the whole aura of the room shifted.
It was heavier, thicker, weighing pleasantly on the Vala.
The room filled with a vibrant tension that left Námo a little
breathless, and completely unable to respond.
Slowly Elladan leaned forward, and Námo
suddenly realized that he intended to kiss him once again.
The Doomsman remained passive, letting
him do so. He had meditated
on the first kiss, realizing what it was. Of course it had been foolish not to have recognized it at
first, but Námo had not expected the affectionate gesture to be so
intense. By contrast, this
kiss was much gentler.
Elladan let one of his hands slide up
Námo's arm towards his neck where his fingers began a soothing caress.
Námo felt himself relax. This
was hardly as overpowering or startling as the first kiss.
He felt Elladan's other hand slide up his other arm, slip over his
chest to the clasp at his neck, and it became clear what the extent of the
half-elf's intentions were.
The Vala was not surprised this time.
He was well aware of the many ways elves physically expressed
affection. Elladan's first kiss had reminded him that the half-elf would
obviously expect such gestures, and Námo had accepted his wishes.
Among the Valar such gestures were unnecessary.
Námo and Vairë had merged their spirits long ago.
Compared to such an intimate embrace, physical unions seemed
insubstantial. But the Valar
had never seen anything wrong with them, and Námo was certainly willing
to please his intended in this way. There
was no reason not to, and the Doomsman found himself curious about it.
Finally Elladan drew away and studied
his companion. "You
don't seem as freaked out now," he commented, fingers playing with
the clasp at the Vala's neck that was now undone.
Námo lifted a delicate eyebrow.
"I do not know what you mean by
the term 'freaked out', but your kiss does not surprise me," he said
"Become predictable already,
huh?" Námo frowned. Predictable
was the last thing he would call his intended, but he did not get the
chance to tell him that. "I'll
have to change that," Elladan said, a wicked grin forming on his
perfect lips. Warning bells
went off in the Vala's head, right before the half-elf pounced on him.
Their lips met again, this time with
nothing resembling gentleness. The
firestorm from before was back, sizzling the blood in his veins.
Elladan's hands were busy removing the robes from his shoulders,
though Námo barely noticed the loss.
His whole focus was on the tongue doing obscene things to his
teeth, sucking out the air in his lungs making him dizzy.
Námo had never been dizzy before.
Finally Elladan drew back, but he gave
him no chance to catch his breath. The
half-elf began to string kisses down his chest.
That tongue was back, circling around his nipple.
Námo didn't even register the sudden lack of his clothes, his
whole focus on the sensations that wet mouth was sending through him.
A gentle nip made the Vala arch into
the teeth. The flash of pain
flared through him, and if he were aware, he might marvel that he should
feel so much pleasure from it.
Elladan's mouth was moving again,
following the fiery trails left by his burning hands.
He licked at the salty sweat covering the Vala like a sheen,
spreading little kisses and bites down along the sharp ridge of Námo's
A soft cheek bumped against the hard
length of the Vala's erection, returning his attention to it.
That too was a pleasurable pain, a deep need that caused an
embarrassing moan to slip from his lips.
Hearing the sound, Elladan turned a wicked grin on him and rubbed
against his cock again like some sexy cat.
A slight turn of his head and Námo was introduced to the sensation
of a rough tongue teasingly licking him.
He shuddered, another moan pouring from his lips.
Námo tried to look away, knowing that
if he could just break the hypnotic gaze the younger half-elf had he might
be able to regain some semblance of control. But he could not turn away, could not close his eyes.
He was falling into those wicked silver eyes, peering up at him
from above his cock. They
held him fast, looking deeper into him than anyone else before.
It left him bare, naked, vulnerable.
And aching for more.
Elladan had ceased to tease him, now
engulfing him in the heat of his mouth. Námo could see his cheeks hollow, could feel the suction
straight down to his toes. Still
those bright silver eyes held him captive.
Elladan's hands had disappeared; Námo had no idea where, but
whatever they were doing was causing those glowing eyes to darken.
The Doomsman was suddenly aware of his
heart; that ancient organ that had beat a steady, unbroken rhythm since
his conception was now hammering at his ribcage, trying to find a way out
of his body. Something was
tingling at the base of his spine like a ball of lightening condensing,
ready to shoot through him in a blast of pleasure.
His whole body strained, ready, waiting for that explosion.
The Vala couldn't catch his breath; he was so close.
Possibly sensing this, Elladan drew
back, a wicked glint in his eyes. His
lips were swollen and wet, looking so enticing that Námo was reaching for
him even before he knew what he was doing.
He could taste himself on those full lips, a bitter, salty taste
that made his cock twitch.
He could feel the heat of the half-elf
suspended right above him. Even
as they kissed, Elladan reached behind himself for the thick length he was
hovering over. His hands were
oily; Námo couldn't think why that made his heart race faster.
The tongue sweeping along the roof of his mouth commanded his
attention, distracting him until he felt a slight pressure at the tip of
Instinctively he pressed up looking
for more of the delicious sensation.
Elladan moved up too, still teasing him. Námo growled deep in his throat, needing to feel more.
He pulled back, looking at the half-elf hovering a moment away from
impaling himself onto Námo's length.
The Vala had never seen anything so beautiful in his long life.
On their own accord, his hands moved
to Elladan's hips helping him seat himself on the hard flesh of Námo's
erection. The sight of it
slowly disappearing, the tight squeeze had the Vala panting. There was little resistance, no real friction, just
tightness. A stray thought
flew into his mind, bringing him the realization that Elladan must have
prepared himself while swallowing around the Vala's cock.
The thought nearly undid the powerful Doomsman.
His fingers tightened on Elladan's
hips, the unnatural strength leaving deep bruises but only encouraging the
younger half-elf. Elladan's
powerful thighs strained as he slowly raised his body, setting an
agonizingly slow rhythm. Námo
growled again. The tight
feeling near his spine was back, but the sensation wasn't enough. His intended kept him right on the edge, refusing to let him
That was unacceptable.
A rush of passion bordering on anger
flooded Námo's psyche, and in a quick move, he shifted their positions so
that he was looming over his soulmate.
A satisfied smirk settled onto Elladan's face as he lifted his hips
and made a slow rolling motion that made Námo grit his teeth to keep any
semblance of his sanity.
Letting instincts he had never known
he possessed take over, the Doomsman began to ruthlessly pound into the
willing body beneath him, his nails digging deep into slim hips.
A constant stream of broken encouragement tumbled from Elladan's
"Harder . . . Valar! Right there
. . . Fuck! Don't stop . . . please--Námo, fuck, please, more . .
. Námo!" he cried, the last said on a loud shout as the tight walls
squeezing the Vala suddenly contracted pulling him further in.
Suddenly his vision cut out as a
lightening bolt of pleasure crashed down his spine, straight out his
groin. It seemed forever, his
body arched impossibly, head thrown back, every muscle tense. His inners were trying to pour out of him, but that wasn't
the only sensation he felt. Distantly,
but with the same immediacy, he felt the same waves of pleasure emanating
from beneath him, realized he had felt it all along but could not
distinguish himself from the half-elf.
He couldn't think of that; his whole
focus on the rush of sensation flooding through him, through Elladan,
firing back and forth between them, making the ecstasy last.
The unfamiliar sound of a heartbeat
beneath his ear brought Námo back to awareness with a snap.
He could feel Elladan trying to collect his thoughts, a deep
laziness seeping into the half-elf's bones.
No such relaxation came to the Vala, who felt panicked and
He had been unable to control his
actions. There were small
gaps in his memory, things he could not account for.
Námo had been unaware of what Elladan was doing, of what was going
on beyond this room. His body
demanded his whole attention, making him act in a way contrary to his
nature. He had been needy,
even violent. Never before
had the spirit become subservient to the flesh.
Such was not the way of the Valar.
The flesh was merely a casement for others to view them so that
they did not overwhelm, but it was a tool.
It did exactly what it was told.
It should never make demands of its own, should never outweigh the
But the subduing of his spirit by the
flesh did not affect him nearly so much as the complete loss of himself.
In that moment of climax, he was one with Elladan in a way he had
never before been with another person.
All that he was had disappeared, leaving him a part of something
else. Not even with Vairë had he let himself be completely
overtaken, completely joined with another.
Námo had never before realized what
value his self had for him. He
had always been subservient to his Creator's will, to the decrees of Manwë,
and to the needs of the dead. And
he had done all of this gladly. As
he gave so much of himself to others, he had never considered that
secretly he hoarded some small part of his self for himself alone,
untouched, unreachable, unexposed to anyone.
Now Elladan had seen that deepest part
of him. Had seen it and
overwhelmed it, destroying it and making it his before remaking it and
setting it back. But it was
not the same. It belonged now
to Elladan as much as to himself. And
because it belonged to him, the young half-elf had power over him.
The thought terrified the mighty Vala.
Sensing Elladan collect the last parts
of his consciousness, almost returned to awareness, Námo found himself
petrified. He could not deal
with this now.