A little bit of gratuitous
Elrond/Celebrían, high R, mild NC-17.
Sweet fluffy-ness.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of it (it owns me)
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Blessed
by Nemis
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Elrond dismounted fluently, exchanging
not much beyond a curt greeting before leaving his horse in Glorfindel’s capable
hands. The golden-haired Elf-lord, a grin pasted on his face, did not think that
after nearly fifteen years of marriage Elrond and Celebrían could exactly be
called newlyweds, but at times they did act as such. With a shake of the head he
saw to the horse, making a wager with himself the two would most likely not be
joining the household for dinner.
The Lord of Imladris did not intend to, in any case. Spending well over two
weeks in Lindon, taking care of some of Ereinion Gil-galad’s lingering
responsibilities, he gathered he had enough of an excuse to spend at least this
evening in the presence of his wife. And preferably in bed, he added mentally.
But first there would be a bath.
Instead of sending someone ahead to announce his presence he had simply ridden
on himself, leaving the larger part of his travelling companions, consisting of
those who preferred a slower pace, behind. No doubt they laughed at his
eagerness to return home, Elrond reflected with a smile. But then again, they
did not have a silver haired beauty such as Celebrían of the Golden Wood waiting
for them.
Upon reaching more private quarters he began to discard his travelling clothing, depositing most of it at the entrance of the bathroom. However fast he had ridden, apparently as soon as he had arrived, hot water had been made ready, and the chamber was already filled with a cloud of steam. Contently sighing, he lowered himself into the warm water, feeling his skin tingle. Lying back, he closed his eyes and grinned, sending a small mental whisper to his wife.
Celebrían...
The lady in question, at that moment in time, was occupied in the study,
discussing some of the valley’s inventory with Erestor. Receiving her husband’s
silent comment, her mind was momentarily diverted from the amount of wine in the
cellars and when it returned, she merely looked at Erestor pointedly and smiled.
‘Elrond has returned.’
The counsellor nodded, taking the hint, and realising that, as usual, he would
be the one doing all the inventorying. Without a sound, Celebrían swept away,
into the hallways of the Last Homely House.
Elrond had meanwhile left the bath and was drying himself when an amused voice
sounded from the entrance of the rooms.
‘There is a warrior in my chambers.’
He turned in surprise, looking straight into the twinkling blue eyes of the Lady
of Imladris.
‘Ah, my Lady, I do sincerely apologise.’
‘Do not dare to apologise, Elrond Peredhil,’ she warned with a laugh, covering
the distance between them in no time at all, welcoming him into her arms with a
short cry of glee, the embrace continuing easily into a passionate kiss.
‘Ah, bliss,’ Elrond whispered against her lips.
‘I had hoped you would return sooner,’ Celebrían replied, trailing her hands
over his naked body, pressing against him. ‘The bed was cold without you.’
‘Not so anymore,’ he assured her with a grin.
‘No?’
‘Must I prove it, you disbelieving girl?’
‘I think you must, wise master Elrond.’
‘Turn around.’
With a smile she turned her back to him and felt his fingers undo the fastenings
rapidly, so that her dress fell to the floor not long after. His fingers were on
her thighs a moment before thin undergarments followed it and Elrond turned her,
pulling her closer, feeling her arms come to rest around his neck, bodies
pressing together.
‘Oh you have missed me,’ she whispered amusedly into his ear.
‘I will insist that you accompany me next time,’ he replied gravely. ‘I had
forgotten how dull Lindon can be.’
Pressing her hips against his, she smiled mischievously at him.
‘Dull?’
‘Yes,’ he breathed against her lips. ‘Somehow nothing is quite the same without
you.’
She moved an arm and touched his lips with her fingers, holding his gaze with
hers.
‘You missed me, melethron?’
Serious grey eyes met laughing blue ones.
‘I would never have thought turning in bed during the night and finding it empty
of you would be as disconcerting as I found it to be, meleth-nîn.’
‘Did you dream of me?’ she asked mischievously, brushing her lips against his,
‘Dream of soft encouragements and impassioned caresses? Of me doing this?’
Her hand had previously made its way to his hip, and now slipped between their
bodies, finding the source of his passion effortlessly. Elrond closed his eyes
and breathed deeply as Celebrían’s fingers moved and explored. He allowed his
own hands to move down her body as well, resting one on the small of her back
and cupping a buttock with the other. He had dreamed of her, had woken heated
and unsated, longing for her more than ever. He had wanted so much to return to
her arms, and now, finally...
Before he himself realised it, he had lifted her and they were on their way to
the bed, Celebrían slipping an arm around his neck and pressing hot kisses to
his cheek as she chuckled happily. Lowering her onto the bed, Elrond leaned over
her, hunting for her lips as her hands reached for him, pulling him down against
her, encircling his hips with her legs.
‘I missed you as well, El-nîn,’ she whispered to him as her hands moved over his
body, ‘missed you beside me, your fingers tracing my skin, lips on mine, your
heat deep within me...’
Her words were enough to make his head light, and he blindly brought his lips to
one of her breasts, his nails grazing the skin of abdomen as he moved lower. Her
grip on him lessened, and he smiled, feeling her fingers combing through his
hair, following his ears, as he pressed his lips against the insides of her
thighs. He listened to her breathing become deeper, her hips bucking up
slightly, and fingers grasping his hair in handfuls.
‘Elrond?’
He looked up to find her extending an arm to him, inviting him back, and he
went, sighing at the feel of her lips against his neck. Adjusting his position
slightly he kissed her again, meeting her tongue, moaning in sheer anticipation,
feeling his stomach flutter as if he was a mere boy in love.
‘I would be lost, Brí, without you...’
‘How do you know?’ she whispered in reply, pressing herself up against his hips,
very much aware of his hardness now so close to her heat.
‘I just do,’ he told her with a smile, bringing a hand up to run it through her
hair. ‘It becomes obvious when I notice I cannot spend two weeks away from you.’
Throwing her arms around his neck she nodded.
‘Then would you please release us both from this state of pure agony and
continue?’
Elrond almost laughed as he encircled her waist, lifting her against him. With
one of her arms still around his neck, her hand rested on his shoulder, holding
on to him, the fingers pressed against his skin almost desperately.
‘So much better than a dream,’ he grinned, and she chuckled impatiently.
‘Fast, Elrond, hard, if only convince me it is not a dream...’
His mouth descended on hers urgently, but he seemed to be delaying, much to
Celebrían’s disappointment. Allowing her free hand to wander lower, again
venturing in the tight space between their bodies, she encircled his rigid heat
with her fingers, leading him only a little way before she could simply wrap her
legs around his waist and drive him into her.
Hanging onto him, she threw her head back as he filled her, her stomach
fluttering as she heard him, felt him, first gasp, then moan, his lips still
locked with hers.
‘For Elbereth’s sake, Brí,’ he breathed against her lips, arching his back to
reach deeper, closing his eyes.
‘Convince me...’ she enticed him, ‘Prove it to me...’
He groaned as he pushed his hips into hers more aggressively, making their
merging of lips go in unison with their movements, their tongues echoing
penetration. Elrond felt all logic leave him as fingers moved through his hair,
nails grazed his back and delightful, burning pressure seemed all around him.
Her moans invited him back over and over, and he lifted her closer to his body,
only to press her against the bed a moment later, all in a motion that seemed
fluent and perfect to him.
Celebrían felt the taut muscles of his body against hers, and was once more
amazed by his strength. It was so easy to think him merely the Master of
Imladris, wise in all lore, and to overlook he was once herald and warrior also,
long before he was her lover. But on moments such as this one, there could be no
mistake of his strength, endurance, and his deft movements as he drove into her.
No mere Master of lore, lost in books and writings...
Hale and tried warrior... Lord of Rivendell, mighty among both Elves and
Men...
His lips left hers, his movements slowed, and when she opened her eyes,
Celebrían found him staring at her, eyes darkened with passion, and yet
glimmering as stars, his face alight with amusement. She shivered under his gaze
and closed her eyes as climax washed over her.
Elrond could only watch, feeling her arch underneath him, stiffened nipples
pressing against his chest. So beautiful... And his alone... Allowing her to
sink back onto the bed, he bent forward to bring his mouth to one of her
breasts, feeling her react, her entire body now sensitive and responsive to his
every touch.
‘My love...’ he whispered in-between kisses to her skin, waiting for her to
react, to tell him wordlessly to continue.
‘Oh Elrond...’ she whispered, a languid smile on her face. ‘Melethron.’
For a moment he was very still, and then he met her lips in an intense,
open-mouthed kiss, eyes closed, moving on feeling alone, fëar reaching out to
each other, meeting and becoming as much one as possible. Changing position,
turning onto his back, Elrond pulled Celebrían along, and when she came to rest
atop she sat up, straddling him, riding towards the last waves of pleasure as
his hands caressed her thighs.
Letting her hands trail his chest, she felt him raise his hips to reach deeper,
felt how he held her hips and forced her down on him. He was working towards the
end now, attempting to reach a mind-shattering peak, his breath irregular,
almost inaudible whispers escaping his lips, together with an occasional hoarse
moan and unintentional gasp.
Her wet heat drove him insane, her presence all around him was exciting him
beyond belief, urging him on further, even if he had not thought it possible.
Her fingers, her nails grazing the skin of his chest were maddening, making him
shiver, bringing him closer still, and yet not close enough…
And then he was there, at the summit of pleasure, only to plunge himself into
nothingness while panting her name, and Celebrían followed, calling out for him,
feeling his hands clasp at her and pull her down. They lay together, breath
mingling as minds and bodies had mingled a moment before, lips meeting again,
more gentle, more at ease. Softly Celebrían began pressing kisses against his
face, cradling him against her, ecstasy still flowing through her every vein.
Elrond’s hands stroked her back soothingly, his fëa resonating with hers.
Exertions having come to an end, breathing returned to normal, they settled
against each other amidst cool sheets.
Celebrían stared out of the window, a drape moving slightly in the soft breeze,
bringing up the sweet scent of the gardens below. Birds sang nearby, as her
husband, quietly, utterly content, ran his fingers through her hair, strands of
silver, soft and beautiful.
It was better, Elrond thought with a smile, knowing she listened as he
contemplated it. Better than anything he could have imagined during lonely years
in libraries, and equally lonely years fleeing from darkness, and in battle.
So simple a thing, something he had never dared accept for himself, now brought
him this happiness.
‘I am blessed,’ he whispered, pressing his lips against her temple. ‘For the
Lady of the Stars has given me you.’
Celebrían turned in his arms then, and kissed his chest.
‘And she blessed me also.’
Smiling down on her, moving some wayward strands of hair behind her ear, Elrond
gave her a questioning look.
‘Oh?’
‘She allowed you to come home. And then she allowed you to realise your
foolishness of not marrying me sooner.’
Chuckling, Elrond sank back into the pillows and held her close. At length, he
brought up his fingers to touch her lips, and she let him, simply watching him.
He then nodded, agreeing.
‘Elbereth has blessed us both.’
End
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Chapter 11 of A Tale of Elrond and Celebrían
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