Elrond and Elros gave another harp recital and made Maglor proud, just before he himself took the stage to perform a few songs he had composed recently. Songs that expressed his love for Finarfin, his love for Maedhros - in a subtle way that would not alert others to his violation of the Laws, but nonetheless, his lovers would recognize what they were about...
...and Maglor hoped that the joy in his songs would send joyful energy to the listeners, for the continued healing of what was left of his people. He was finally finding peace in his life, and he wanted to share that, through the power in his harp and his voice, his magic, the Song. It could not undo the past, but it could be a light for moving forward into the future. And at the reaction of the audience as his performance went on, responding to his music with smiles and happy tears, embracing each other and clasping hands, he had a feeling it was working, that each person present was drinking it in like a seedling drinking in sunlight and water to bloom.
Or at least he did until partway into the final song. A figure in a grey hooded cloak rose from their seat, and took down the hood to reveal a flood of red hair like Maedhros's. Grey eyes met his across the room, and Nerdanel's mouth twisted into a bitter sneer as she pointed.
"You sing of love but your heart reeks of hatred," Nerdanel scoffed. "You are disloyal to your own mother, your own blood. You sing of happiness but you have caused me endless grief and shame -"
Maglor's mouth opened and his fingers froze on the harp strings. But before she could finish her tirade, and before Maglor could respond - or find words to respond with - Finarfin stood up, and four guards, two men, two women, marched over to Nerdanel, grabbed her, and dragged her away. Finarfin had a murderous look on his face and his eyes locked with Maglor's for an instant before he turned and followed the guards.
There was a commotion in the concert hall now, and Maglor no longer felt like finishing his song. He got up, picked up his harp, and lugged it along down the path from the concert hall to the palace. After a little while Maedhros, Elrond and Elros caught up to him. Maglor wanted to be alone, but he didn't want to push them away. He knew this was upsetting for Maedhros too - this was now the third time their mother had confronted them in public, since their return to Aman - and the poor boys didn't know what was going on.
Finarfin loved cake and had earlier that day baked a cake himself, no servants, as a reward for the boys; while Finarfin was dealing with Nerdanel, Maglor and Maedhros served it to try to distract the boys - and themselves - from the disturbance. After cake, they sat out in the garden for awhile watching fireflies and then it was time for Elrond and Elros to go to bed. Maedhros told them a story, and Maglor sang them to sleep, and then the brothers held each other in the darkness as they watched their sons resting.
It took Maglor a moment to realize Finarfin was standing in the bedroom door, also watching. Finarfin gently cleared his throat and then he said, softly, "A word."
Maglor and Maedhros followed Finarfin to his study. Finarfin closed the door behind them and they sat at his desk, across from him, and there was a long, awkward silence, Finarfin's hands steepled against his nose with his brow furrowed - Maglor could tell he was weighing his words.
Maedhros broke the silence. "Where is she?"
"In a cell," Finarfin said. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled, and folded his arms. "I haven't decided what to do with her yet. I thought it was fair that since she is your mother and she has been harassing you, to ask what you would like done. Keep in mind that I cannot allow her to get away with this over and over again. This is the third time. The stocks clearly did not deter her last time. That isn't just a failure on my part to protect you, but it also makes me look bad as a leader, if she does not pay more severe consequences."
"What would you like?" Maglor asked, trusting his uncle's judgment.
Finarfin pursed his lips. "I don't feel she can be trusted to leave you alone. I would have her locked up in that cell for a long time. But again, she is your mother, and she wronged you, which is why I am asking you if you think this is fair or not."
Maglor and Maedhros looked at each other and there was another excruciating pause as they considered Finarfin's words.
Finarfin, as usual, raised good points. Nerdanel had to be held accountable for her actions. She couldn't walk away without punishment. The stocks did nothing. It was obvious now the only way that she would stay out of their lives was by force. And yet, as much as Nerdanel had hurt their father - had driven him mad in such a way that Maglor was sure Fëanor would still be alive now if he hadn't been so damn stubborn and had left her years ago - and as fiercely loyal as Maglor still felt to his father, there was still a twinge of guilt at the thought of Nerdanel alone in a cell for "a long time", possibly for the rest of her life. That sort of isolation could also drive one mad, and Nerdanel already seemed quite mad with her unhinged behavior. Though Nerdanel hadn't been a good mother to her sons, she was nonetheless still their mother and Maglor didn't like the idea of his own blood rotting away in a cell.
He thought of the Flight of the Noldor - where Nerdanel had stayed behind. He thought of the Helcaraxë and those freezing winter nights, the hunger, the privation, the fear. He thought of the hardships in Middle-Earth, he thought of the dangers. Exiling Nerdanel to Middle-Earth also seemed unfairly harsh - like a death sentence...
...and then he thought of the smaller exile, Fëanor at Formenos, his fortress in the middle of nowhere. That was far enough away that if she was kept under guard, Maglor would feel confident that their paths would not cross again, and perhaps some time in the boreal forest would give her perspective and a way to start over.
"Send her to Formenos and keep her there," Maglor said. "Not in a cell, just... under guard. She can sculpt, she can live her life... she can do it away from us."
Maedhros nodded slowly. "I agree."
Finarfin steepled his hands again and bowed his head slightly, eyes lowered, and Maglor had a feeling Finarfin didn't entirely care for that idea. Though Finarfin kept his emotions much more in check than Fëanor and Fingolfin ever had, Maglor still knew from their closeness over the years - and intimacy since his return to Aman - that Finarfin was just as intense as they were, like a hidden flame. Across their heart-bond, Maglor could feel the barely contained seething rage, the flame that could consume an entire forest - Finarfin was as fiercely protective of his own as Fëanor and Fingolfin had been, and Maglor felt a frisson down his spine as he picked up Finarfin's murderous anger at Nerdanel, you hurt what is MINE.
Their eyes met and Finarfin's eyes were like silver fire, silver ice. Another frisson, this time making Maglor stiffen in his breeches, aching to feel that fire, that fury, that passion, breaking him and putting him back together again.
But then Finarfin once again put up that cool, aloof mask, that calm, quiet strength that had won the respect of the Noldor in Aman. "Very well," he said. "I will see to it that Nerdanel is escorted to Formenos and placed under house arrest for the indefinite future."
"Thank you," Maglor said, and then he quickly added, "Sorry. I know that's not very satisfying -"
Finarfin put up a hand. "Sometimes the right decision is not the satisfying one, Kanafinwë." He looked out the window into the darkness, and Maglor knew he was thinking of Fëanor... the bitter end of Fëanor and Fingolfin.
Maedhros closed his eyes, and shuddered, and Maglor knew Maedhros was trying to hold back the tears. Even though this was a less cruel option than Nerdanel in the keep for life - even though Nerdanel seemed to take pleasure in hurting them - it was still sad that it had even gotten to this point, and Maglor could feel the ache of Maedhros's grief, the weight of the realization that while Nerdanel would live, she might as well be dead to them... and it had truly always been that way. Maedhros's sorrow mirrored Maglor's own, and Maglor's own eyes stung with unshed tears, not wanting to fall apart, but it was like a crack in a dam, splintering -
Finarfin rose from his seat. "I am going to my bedchamber," he said softly. He glanced over at the secret passageway and back at his nephews. "You will take the long way and meet me there."
When Maglor and Maedhros arrived, Finarfin was waiting for them in his bath, and gave them an expectant look.
Thus far, Maglor had only been intimate with one person at a time - Finarfin had been giving Maglor and Maedhros breathing room to cement the new nature of their bond.
But now it seemed the hour had come. Maglor and Maedhros needed comfort, and Maglor knew Finarfin wanted to fix things, somehow. Tonight they needed to channel that fire of rage and grief into passion, and burn.
Maglor and Maedhros shucked their clothing, and walked hand-in-hand to the bath. Once they were seated in the bath, Finarfin reached out to both of them, and the three of them just held each other.
In the soothing heat and bubbles, in the tight circle of closeness, holding each other safe, skin on skin, Maglor and Maedhros gave into the tears they had been fighting in Finarfin's study. They rocked together and Finarfin took turns kissing their tears, petting their hair, making soothing noises. "My good boys," Finarfin husked. "You don't deserve this pain. Let me love you. Let me take you someplace better for awhile."
Maglor was deeply touched by Finarfin's tender loving care - the gentleness of his strength - and he found himself grabbing Finarfin's face to kiss him deeply, fiercely. Finarfin kissed him back with heat and hunger, and both men groaned into the kiss. Maglor's cock leapt to attention, and throbbed as he heard his brother sigh, watching them.
Maglor turned his head to Maedhros to kiss him, and then they licked their tongues together as they reached down into the water to stroke each other's cocks. After another kiss, Maedhros wrapped his lips around Maglor's tongue and sucked it, bobbing his head as if he were sucking Maglor's cock. Maglor did the same to Maedhros, and Finarfin let out a growl that made Maglor's cock pulse again.
Maedhros and Finarfin looked at each other - one of those long gazes of realized love and desire that was just as erotic to Maglor as physical contact. Then they moved in close, and Maglor watched as Maedhros and Finarfin kissed for the first time, a sensual kiss with lots of tongue. They pulled back to catch their breath, and then their tongues took a few playful licks before they kissed again, harder. Maglor's hand sped up on Maedhros's cock and now he felt Finarfin's hand covering Maedhros's on his cock, gripping tighter, stroking faster.
Maglor and Finarfin kissed again, then Maglor and Maedhros kissed, then Maedhros and Finarfin kissed. The three of them rubbed their tongues together, and Maglor almost came right then, having to take Finarfin and Maedhros's hands off his cock so he wouldn't come too soon.
They climbed out of the bath and made their way to the bed. They continued to take turns kissing, licking and sucking each other's tongues, hands exploring and caressing each other's bodies. At last Maedhros tapped Maglor on the shoulder, making him smile, and Maedhros said, "I think we should show our hántya how much we love him and how grateful we are to him for taking care of us."
Maedhros shoved Finarfin back against the pillows, making Finarfin laugh, and then Maedhros and Finarfin kissed again and Maglor groaned, fighting the urge to bring himself off - just the sight of them kissing was hotter than his wildest fantasies, and Maglor couldn't get enough of it. Then Maedhros pulled Maglor into a kiss and they smiled and tenderly rubbed noses before they leaned in to get to work on their beloved uncle.
Their lover.
Maglor kissed Finarfin's mouth as Maedhros kissed and nibbled Finarfin's neck, then they kissed and licked at his shoulders and arms, admiring his muscles. They lapped and suckled his nipples together, making Finarfin arch to them, breathing harder, and Maglor rubbed his hard cock against Finarfin's thigh, going mad with lust as they watched Finarfin's nipples swell and glisten, watched him writhe, heard him pant and moan. They sucked his nipples harder and harder, tugged them with their teeth, tongues lashing fast and furious before more hungry sucking. Maglor's breath hitched as he looked down and saw a bead of pre-spend rolling down Finarfin's shaft, already wet from dripping pre-spend. It looked delicious. Finarfin smiled and collected pre-spend on his fingers and stuck them in Maglor's mouth, and Maglor sucked his fingers obediently, savoring the taste of him. Then Finarfin did the same for Maedhros, who licked his fingers clean with a look of pleasure on his face.
They moved down, kissing and licking the sculpted planes of Finarfin's stomach, then the hard, strong thighs, down his calves and back up. They nibbled and kissed his hips, his sides, and back down. They rubbed their noses in the glorious silver-gold bush like the hair on his head, breathing in the woodsy musk of him.
Then Maglor and Maedhros licked up and down Finarfin's shaft together, tongues lapping, laving. Maglor reveled in Finarfin's breathy moans, and more of that luscious pre-spend, making streamers with their tongues. Every now and again Maglor and Maedhros rubbed their tongues together, sharing the taste of him. Maglor's tongue swirled around and around the head of Finarfin's cock as Maedhros kept licking up and down the shaft, then Maedhros's tongue rubbed at the sensitive slit as Maglor's tongue traced the veins in Finarfin's cock. Maedhros drew the head of Finarfin's cock between his lush lips, kissing it, as Maglor continued licking at the shaft, slid down to lick and suck the balls, and back up to the shaft. Maglor and Maedhros rubbed their tongues together again, wet and sloppy, before Maglor sucked on the head of Finarfin's cock and Maedhros licked it all over, fast then slow then fast again.
"I think my boys deserve some tender loving care too," Finarfin husked.
Maglor was almost sorry to stop worshiping that beautiful cock - at least for now - but he wanted Maedhros, too. Maedhros lay back and Maglor and Finarfin kissed, running their hands over each other's bodies as Maedhros watched - slowly stroking each other's dripping cocks, Finarfin sticking slick fingers in Maglor's mouth so he could taste himself, Maglor doing the same to Finarfin, before another deep, sensual kiss, then more licking, teasing.
They dove down and kissed and licked Maedhros's neck together, kissed and nibbled his shoulders. Maglor licked up and down Maedhros's stump, wanting Maedhros to feel his love and acceptance - still beautiful to him, after everything - and he sucked on the end of Maedhros's stump like it was a cock. Finarfin grabbed Maglor by the hair and growled. "Suck it, slut," Finarfin commanded.
Maglor whimpered with his mouth full, almost undone by that. Yes, he liked their new arrangement very much.
Maedhros grunted and his hand also reached to seize Maglor's hair. "What a fucking slut you turned out to be," Maedhros said, affection in his voice.
Maglor whimpered again. He reached to touch himself and Finarfin slapped his hand away.
Maglor's jaw needed a break and he caught his breath, drooling. But he was such a slut for his gorgeous brother that he couldn't resist worshiping Maedhros some more, and when they let go of his hair, Maglor guided Maedhros's stump to his hard, throbbing cock and began to rub against it. Maedhros's jaw dropped and his eyes glazed with lust, watching Maglor's cock on his stump, rubbing up and down, back and forth, getting pre-spend all over it.
Finarfin slapped Maglor's ass hard, and with a demure, innocent little smile he said, "I don't want to come too soon." Maglor grinned back, pleased that he'd succeeded in teasing Finarfin too, even as his own cock felt ready to explode.
Finarfin and Maglor got back to work, playing with Maedhros's nipples as they took turns kissing him, then they kissed down Maedhros's neck and throat to his nipples, and licked Maedhros's nipples fast, sucked them hard, lapping and suckling and biting and fucking with their tongues until Maedhros was a quivering, sobbing wreck. Finarfin and Maglor kissed and their tongues teased before they licked Maedhros's stomach, nibbled his navel, nibbled and sucked on his sensitive sides. They nibbled and kissed his thighs, and again Maedhros howled with pleasure, trembling. "Please, please," he begged.
Finarfin took Maedhros's cock in his mouth and Maglor sucked on Maedhros's balls. Maedhros screamed louder - Maglor was once again so glad Finarfin's room was magically soundproofed - and Finarfin moaned as he sucked. Maglor licked at Maedhros's balls and slurped at them, aching for relief, but wanting to make this good for his brother, who had been through so much and deserved to be spoiled.
Finarfin tapped the head of Maedhros's cock against his tongue, making streamers of pre-spend, and he grabbed Maglor by the hair again and kissed Maglor with it. They traded places, Maglor sucking Maedhros's cock as Finarfin sucked Maedhros's balls. Then Maglor and Finarfin licked at Maedhros's cock together, all over the shaft, up and down, Maglor's tongue circling around and around the head and back and forth against the slit as Finarfin's tongue stroked and fluttered and rubbed at the shaft, Finarfin kissing the head of Maedhros's cock as Maglor's tongue slid up and down the shaft, slow then fast. Maglor and Finarfin licked Maedhros's cock some more, and with their tongues coated with pre-spend they kissed each other as Maedhros whined helplessly.
Maglor lay back and went deeper and deeper into sensation and lust as Finarfin and Maedhros kissed and licked him all over, nipples, stomach, thighs, legs, and spent a long time licking his cock together, keeping him on that edge with release glimmering just out of reach. Feeling two tongues on him was the most decadent pleasure Maglor had ever known, and he wished they'd done this a long time ago.
Maglor wondered then if Maedhros had ever had a threesome with Fingon and someone else...
...or perhaps if Finarfin had.
He stopped being able to think at all as Maedhros sucked his cock while Finarfin's tongue pleasured his passage, finding that sweet spot and rubbing it, teasing it, until Maglor was writhing, bucking, panting and whimpering, going out of his mind with hot, urgent need.
As badly as Maglor needed to fuck and come, he still couldn't resist his hunger for cock as Maedhros and Finarfin kissed again, going in to take both cocks in his mouth at once. Maedhros moaned and Finarfin grunted, and their tongues licked before another deep kiss, then both of them were grabbing his hair and Maglor loved it, cramming as much into his mouth as he could, moaning.
"Look at that cock-hungry slut," Finarfin purred.
"Such a slut for cock." Maedhros's tongue rubbed Finarfin's some more.
Finarfin smiled and pulled Maglor's hair. "He comes by it honestly." He kissed Maedhros harder.
Maglor wondered what Finarfin meant by that - if he was referring to Fëanor - and something began to click in the back of his mind, but before he could speculate too much, Finarfin pulled him up by the hair to kiss him, then Maedhros kissed him, then their three tongues were rubbing together again.
Their three bodies made a triangle on the bed, with Finarfin sucking Maglor's cock as Maglor sucked Maedhros and Maedhros sucked Finarfin. It didn't take them long to come, with all of that delicious teasing, and the three of them coming together in each other's mouths made Maglor feel so close to them. Closer still as they sat up and swapped seed in each other's mouths, making a mess with it down their chins and throats, then the three of them licking each other's tongues, savoring every last drop.
They needed more. This time Maedhros sucked Maglor, Maglor sucked Finarfin, and Finarfin sucked Maedhros, moaning and grunting around each other's cocks, viciously devouring each other, starving for it. They came together again - so close, so intimate - and shared more sloppy seed-laden kisses. Feeling mischievous - wanting to spark another fire with teasing - Maglor spat their combined essence into Maedhros's mouth, then Maedhros did the same to Finarfin. Finarfin kept the seed in his mouth, grabbed a pillow, and gestured for Maedhros to slide it under his hips and ass. Then he pushed Maglor down on top of Maedhros.
Maglor cried out as he felt Finarfin spit the seed into his channel, cock hardening back up again. Seed and saliva dripped down from Maglor's hole into Maedhros's, making Maedhros cry out too, and then Finarfin spat again, giving the rest to Maedhros's hole. He stuck fingers inside each of them, working in and out, slowly. "I want to watch some slut-on-slut love," Finarfin whispered.
Maglor almost came around Finarfin's fingers inside him. His hard cock rubbed against Maedhros's hard cock, and the brothers began kissing again, cock teasing cock, cock fucking cock, rutting like animals in heat.
Finally Maedhros found his words to beg. "Please, brother, take me. I want your cock inside me..."
"Yes, Kanafinwë," Finarfin said, stroking Maglor's face. "I want you to fuck him while I fuck you."
Maglor and Maedhros were all slicked up from the seed and saliva spat into their holes, but Finarfin poured oil over their cocks anyway. Maglor leaned in and kissed Maedhros deeply as he pushed inside, and once he bottomed out their tongues licked, then Finarfin joined in and their three tongues rubbed together some more before Finarfin got behind Maglor.
After Maglor's first few thrusts inside his brother, Finarfin entered him and Maglor gasped and shivered with pleasure as he felt Finarfin all the way inside him, claiming him.
Three voices made a lovely song, moaning and sighing as their bodies found their rhythm, the push and pull of Maglor's cock inside Maedhros, Finarfin's cock inside Maglor. They took it slow, sensual, savoring, lost in a dreamy haze of lust and pleasure, where nothing else mattered. Taking time for each other, to love and be loved, after so long alone. But at last the tension built to the shatterpoint and Finarfin fucked Maglor hard, urging Maglor on faster inside his brother, as Maedhros begged, "More, more, more, fuck me..."
When they were right there, looking into each other's eyes, Maglor reached down to play with Maedhros's cock. Stuck pre-spend-slick fingers in Maedhros's mouth, then they licked the fingers together, before their tongues rubbed together, panting into each other's mouths, while Finarfin nibbled Maglor's neck, growling.
"Come, both of you," Finarfin rasped.
Maglor and Maedhros came together, Maedhros spurting over Maglor's torso as Maglor erupted inside him, the brothers moaning into a deep kiss. Two thrusts later Finarfin came too, with a hoarse shout, and Maglor moaned again as he felt Finarfin's seed flood inside him.
Still they needed more. This time Maglor and Maedhros rubbed cock to cock, feeding each other pre-spend, anointing each other's nipples with it and licking and sucking it off, as Finarfin went back and forth between them, his cock inside Maglor for a few strokes, then inside Maedhros for several thrusts, then working inside Maglor again. Maglor took his and Maedhros's cocks in his fist, gripping them tight, stroking them hard, as Finarfin went faster, pounding into Maglor, pounding into Maedhros, back and forth. All three of them panting, shaking, on that edge, desperate to come, but needing to make it last, needing to fuck, needing to keep feeling each other.
Maglor and Maedhros came hard, cock creaming cock, seed running down their shafts, and Finarfin let out a fierce cry as he spent into Maglor, then gave the rest to Maedhros. Finarfin kissed Maglor's shoulder and gasped for breath, trembling against him, and Maglor sighed with contentment as he felt his seed dripping down, heard Maedhros moan as more of Finarfin's seed splashed into his twitching hole.
They were sated... for now. Maglor curled up between them, Finarfin's chest to his back, holding Maedhros close, petting Maedhros's lovely copper hair. Maglor's thoughts briefly returned to Nerdanel and the impending exile, and then he forced himself back to the present. Back to that feeling of contentment and being safe with his uncle and his brother.
Nothing would ever hurt them again, here in each other's arms.
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