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I'm amazed at the response to Silent Song. I'm very happy you like it! Here is chapter 3, I have to go and write some more! Enjoy!

WARNING: This is an R rated chapter!

Chapter 3

Lord Elrond met them when they arrived. His sons looked well, but the pale galadhrim with them looked ill.
“Ada, this is Orophin. Our grandparents wish for him to stay here for a time.” Elladan introduced the other elf.
“Welcome, Orophin.” Elrond smiled. He wasn’t surprised that Celeborn and Galadriel had sent this elf to him. He did not look at all well. “I hope you enjoy your time in Imladris.”
“Thank you my Lord.” Orophin bowed. “Please, may I see the elf you found now?”
“Of course.” The Lord of Imladris replied. “Please come this way.” He led the way to the Healing House. As they walked, he explained a little about the elf’s injuries.
“He has multiple broken bones in his arms and right leg, several broken ribs and a punctured lung, but the worst injury is the gash to his throat.”
He might have said more, but they had arrived at the healing house. Elrond pushed open the door and ushered them inside where a pale figure was lying on a bed.

Orophin froze. Time stopped as he looked at the injured elf. Gods, could it be? Had the Valar answered his prayers? He blinked, wondering if his grief-stricken mind was playing tricks on him. But it was no trick, simply a most welcome miracle.
“Rúmil?” Orophin’s voice was barely a whisper. It was enough however, as the elf on the bed blinked and turned his gaze to the door.
“Oh Valar, Rúmil!” Orophin moved forward and fell to his knees besides the bed. He began to cry openly as he took a heavily bandaged hand in his own. “We thought you were dead.” He sobbed, unable to take his eyes off of his brother. “We thought we’d lost you. Oh, Rúmil, what happened?”
Tears filled Rumil’s eyes at seeing his brother again, but he found he couldn’t face him. He forced the tears back and turned away from Orophin.
“Rúmil?” Orophin’s voice was filled with worry. “What is wrong? Please, talk to me!”
“He cannot.” Orophin turned to see Lord Elrond standing next to him.
“What do you mean?” Orophin asked, confused. The Elf-lord looked sadly at him and
motioned him aside.

Once they were out of Rumil’s hearing he stopped.
“The injury to his throat was very severe. I did what I could, but his vocal cords were severed.” Orophin looked up, eyes registering his shock. “I am sorry.” Elrond said gently, “But your brother will never speak again.” Orophin gasped in shock.
“Never? It will not heal even in a thousand years?” He did not want to believe it any more than Rúmil himself.
“I wish I could tell you that it would.” Elrond said. But not even ten thousand years can undo the damage done.” Orophin leaned heavily on the wall, his legs refusing to support him as the extent of the injuries inflicted on his brother started to sink in.

“Orophin.” Elrond’s voice called him back to the present. “Rúmil’s life does not have to be ruined because of this. Right now he is despairing, which is to be expected, but time will ease the pain. Once he regains the use of his hands and legs he may well feel better. Those injuries at least, will heal fully. When that happens I want him to start leaving the healing house, to explore and hopefully to find some enjoyment in living here. I need you to help with this. You are, my sons tell me, his brother. In which case, you are the best person to keep him going, to remind him of why he still lives.”
“If that is so,” Orophin said quietly, “Then why was I sent from Haldir’s side?” Elrond did not understand for he had yet to read the note sent to him by Galadriel. Orophin quickly explained about his caring for Haldir before being sent here.

Elrond thought for a time before he replied. “It seems to me that Haldir was not responding to your care. This is sad, but can happen. The Lady Galadriel obviously feared loosing you both and so sought to separate you so that Haldir would be forced to think on what he was doing by fading while giving you time to properly grieve. However, It is my hope now that you can help Rúmil in adjusting to the changes this injury will force upon his life.”
Orophin sighed. His head was spinning from all the emotional turmoil. He felt oddly weak and wasn’t sure if he could take much more of this. Elrond noticed his anguish and berated himself for neglecting the galadhrim.
“But such things can wait a few days. You must rest now, for you have also suffered greatly. Come, join me for dinner and then I will show you to your rooms.”
“Thank you my Lord.” Orophin replied. “I will just tell Rúmil where I am going, then I would be delighted to join you for dinner.

He stepped up to his brother’s bedside. Rúmil still faced the wall, refusing to look at him. “Rúmil? Rúmil, please look at me.” As before, there was no response. He knew Rúmil could hear him, but he seemed determined to ignore his presence. “Very well.” Orophin said sadly. “I am going to have dinner with Lord Elrond and then get some rest. I will see you again soon.” With that he walked away and followed Lord Elrond to the dining hall.

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Orophin sank gratefully onto the soft bed. He was more tired than he could ever recall being before, tiredness not so much of the body as of the spirit. Emotions still warred within him, but he lacked the energy to try to sort them out. Barely staying awake long enough to peel off his travel-stained uniform, he crawled into bed, falling into deep reverie as soon as his head touched the pillow. His eyes half-closed in sheer exhaustion as he slept.

It was over eighteen hours later when he awoke. At first he was horrified at having slept so long, but he knew that he had truly needed it. He felt better equipped now to face the long and arduous task of pulling Rúmil from his deep depression. Washing and dressing he went to see what he could get to eat before heading to the healing house to see Rúmil.

When he entered the room he was pleased to see Rúmil sitting up in bed. “Good morning.” Once again he got no response, not even the flicker of an eyelid. Undeterred, Orophin sat down next to the bed. “Lord Elrond tells me that your hands and legs are healing nicely. You should be out of this bed before long!” He could have been talking to a statue for all the reaction he got. He tried another tactic. “I’ve missed you so much, Rúmil.” He spoke softly. “I know you’re hurting right now, but I want you to know, I’m so glad you survived that attack. I need you in my life. We can get through this somehow, you are not alone.” Unknowingly he repeated Lord Elrond’s words.

Rúmil wanted to respond to his brother, wanted to hug him and hold on tight to the security that Orophin offered. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so, did not want to break down in front of anyone, let alone his brother. He hadn’t cried openly since Lord Elrond had broken the news to him. His pride was all he had left and so to protect it he had retreated behind an expressionless mask. He tried to tune out Orophin’s words, knowing that to truly hear them would be his undoing. Deep down, he knew he was hurting his brother but all reason seemed to have deserted him.
He stared blankly as Orophin talked, telling him everything from how sad they had been without him to how nice his rooms were here.

The only time Orophin provoked a reaction from him was when he told him how the twins had found and cremated the bodies of his fallen companions. That one time, Rúmil’s pain-filled eyes had looked directly at Orophin and he had allowed an embrace. Orophin had known then that the journey had been more traumatic than any
of them had guessed. He wondered if they’d ever know the full story. More importantly, he wondered if all the help in the world would be enough to make Rúmil live again.

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Orophin sat with his head in his hands, looking out at the picturesque scene before him. He hardly marked the beauty though, as he was lost deep in thought. Try as he might he could not take his mind off his troubles, of the terrible tragedy that had ripped his once-happy family apart. It had been over a week now since he’d arrived and in that time he’d hardly managed to get more than the most basic of reactions out of Rúmil. He was lucky if his brother even acknowledged his presence.

“Are you well, my friend?” Orophin started at the question, he had noted the other passing by, but had not expected him to stop. He looked around to see Elladan looking at him with concern.
Orophin briefly considered lying, but abandoned the notion in favour of the truth.
“No.” He said simply. Elladan sat down beside him.
“Would you like to talk about it?” He asked gently.
“I hardly know where to begin.” Orophin said. “Everything has fallen apart, Rúmil lives but he is almost catatonic in his depression. Haldir still believes him dead, yet I am reluctant to send word to him from fear that Rúmil may yet fade. Lord Elrond has told me to rest, but I cannot, try as I might, I cannot forget, even for a moment.”

Elladan observed the Galadhrim as he listened. There was no denying that he was attracted to the Lorien elf, he had been ever since they began their journey from the Golden Wood. He had said nothing, feeling that under the circumstances such advances were inappropriate. He debated with himself for a moment; maybe this still wasn’t the time.
Then Orophin let out a depressed sigh and Elladan threw caution to the wind. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the Galadhrim’s.
Orophin stared at him, shocked.
“Elladan?” The other smiled.
“Let me distract you tonight. If you would let me, I would take your mind off your pain, if only for a time.”
Orophin’s heart was pounding. He’d noted a vague attraction to the older twin previously, but he’d had so much on his mind he had not pursued it. Now however, he realised that he rather liked the idea of being ‘distracted’ by Elladan. He needed to relax and he could think of no better way than in the arms of the handsome peredhil. He smiled at Elladan.
“Ai. I would like that.”
Elladan nodded and as Orophin stood he took his hand and led him back into the house, towards his rooms.

Elladan opened the door to his rooms and ushered Orophin inside. He closed the door then turned and gave the galadhrim a searing kiss. Orophin responded eagerly and tried to take control, but Elladan would not allow it.
Eventually, Elladan broke this kiss and took a step back. Then he slowly, almost reverently began to undress Orophin. He delighted in sliding the fabric off Orophin’s shoulders, revealing the smooth, creamy skin underneath. He pressed several light kisses to his chest and throat before picking up where he had left off and unlacing the grey leggings, sliding them down over slender hips.
Orophin stepped out of his leggings and boots, standing nude before Elladan. Elladan smiled at the vision before him and took Orophin by the hand, leading him to the bed.
“What about you?” Orophin whispered. “You’re wearing far too much.”
“All in good time.” Elladan teased lightly, gently pushing the Lorien elf onto the bed. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to Orophin’s throat before finally removing his own clothes.

Orophin watched as the peredhil stripped, taking in every inch of the toned body. Only of slightly heavier build that full-blooded elves, Elladan was truly a sight to behold. His toned, slightly tanned body spoke of a warrior’s lifestyle, much like Orophin’s.

He knelt on the edge of the bed and slowly draped his body over his lover’s, covering him completely. Flesh met flesh and Orophin moaned. Elladan kissed him, his hands roaming over the well-muscled chest, stopping to toy with his nipples. The galadhrim squirmed in pleasure and Elladan increased his ministrations.
“Please.” Orophin gasped. “Distract me completely.” Elladan placed his lips to Orophin’s ear.
“As you wish.” He breathed. His hands slid down and he lifted Orophin’s legs to rest on his shoulders. “In the drawer to your right there’s oil.” He whispered, all the while stroking Orophin’s thighs.
Orophin reached out and opened the drawer. He quickly found the crystal vial and handed it to Elladan.

The twin uncorked the vial and the scent of vanilla flooded the room. He poured a little onto his finders before reaching behind Orophin to prepare him.
Stars exploded into Orophin’s vision as Elladan touched the pleasure spot inside him and he cried out from the sensation.
Satisfied that his lover was ready, Elladan removed his fingers and coated himself. Holding onto the slender hips he slid inside in one smooth thrust.

All thought fled from Orophin’s mind. No more problems, no more pain, just Elladan and the things he was making him feel. His hands came to rest on the peredhil’s arms, digging in as Elladan slid in and out.
“Ai!” He cried out. “Elladan!”
Hearing his name cried in such passion drove Elladan to move faster, bringing them rapidly to completion.

With a ragged cry he came, followed by Orophin a moment later. Gasping for breath he slumped down atop the galadhrim, before gathering the strength to withdraw and roll to the side.

They lay in each other’s arms, Orophin feeling a calm he’d been lacking. He’d needed this release, this chance to forget. “Thank You.” He said, wishing he had better words.
“You are welcome.” Elladan said. “I care a great deal for you, Orophin. I will be here for you for as long as you need me.”
Orophin reached out to cup the twin’s cheek.
“Oh dear.” He murmured, caressing the delicate features.
“What?” Elladan asked, worry lacing his voice.
Orophin smiled wryly. “I fear I may need you for eternity.” He replied, causing Elladan to grin.
“I think I can live with that.”

Orophin pulled Elladan closer still, delighting in the feel of the warm body. He’d never felt this secure in a newly formed relationship before. He had a feeling that this might just be forever. If only he could pull his family back together, things would be perfect.
“But I’m not alone anymore.” He thought as he drifted off. “Elladan will help me and together we’ll help Rúmil. I swear to Illuvatar I’ll find happiness for as all again.”

End Chapter 3