Visit to Lindon is an NC-17 story, part
of the Tale of Elrond and Celebrían (more correctly Chapter 13), but not an
essential part of it.
It came about when I was challenged by a friend to do it.
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Visit to Lindon
by Nemis
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Her hand in his, folded under his arm, having just left the feast held to welcome them, Elrond walked Celebrían into the private garden lying beyond what, long ago, had been Gil-galad’s quarters.
Elrond had, from early youth, known it as the Sea-garden, a strangely green place, contrasting magnificently with the grey water beyond. Amid the predominant emerald shrub border grew those conspicuous calm white flowers of the aeglos and uilos, which Gil-galad had loved so. Even some niphredil had somehow found its way to this garden in Lindon. A red flowering plant had also come into the High-king’s favourite private grounds. Elrond was uncertain if it had been here before, not remembering. Yet it was not for him to judge, and he amusedly noticed how firmly it had secured itself to some of the aeglos, growing in concert now.
The wind was almost cold here, refreshing and chasing away the heat of the earlier afternoon. They remained silent, watching the coming and going of the tide, below.
We find peace here, Elrond wondered, and yet he never could… He admitted to his inability to understand, but also realised it did not matter anymore.
When he turned to Celebrían, pulling her close, he let his fingertips leisurely outline her face. Such exquisite skin… Wetting his lips with his tongue, he softly claimed her lower lip, withdrawing to watch her face.
‘It is a beautiful evening, my Lady.’
Celebrían smiled up at him, on to him at once.
‘May it be a peaceful one, Master Elrond...’
Elrond smiled waywardly, his eyes glimmering.
‘I would not wish it to be peaceful... Not at all...’
Celebrían gladly received his deep kiss, feeling the texture of his tongue, teasing, exciting her.
He was so clever at this game, and yet he played it seldom… Perhaps it was the reason she liked it so…
‘How many ladies have you seduced here?’ she whispered to his lips, trailing her fingers over his chest, before she began tracing butterfly kisses across his neck. ‘Or do I not wish to know?’
As she caught one of his hands, the other began trailing his body, Elrond’s voice was hoarse.
‘Counting today... Only one...’
Celebrían withdrew, holding on to his hand until they had to let them slip, trying to hide the smile emerging on her lips, as she strolled back into the direction of the palace. Elrond followed, hands behind his back, content to be in her wake.
He admired the fine white brocade dress his wife wore, its delicate silver trim, as her thin white shawl trailed behind, the wind tugging at it playfully. How he would enjoy liberating her from it, he mused smugly.
Inside, Celebrían inwardly refused to quicken her pace, making her way to the quarters, Elrond’s old chambers, where they were staying. The first time she had visited those rooms had been years before their marriage, and she had been a visitor, catching a mere glimpse of the small bordering study, at that time only imagining what the bedroom had to be like.
Somehow, she suspected as she entered the first room, it was much the same as it had been then.
But, overall, the rooms were Spartan, few other things except books, quills and blank pages of paper, ready for thoughts to be poured onto them.
Celebrían slowly started to undo her intricately braided hair. Not hearing him come in, she only noticed his presence as a hand was placed on her waist, a body pressed against hers from behind, followed by a tender kiss in her neck, after his free hand had swept away the predominantly silver hair.
She was magnificent, and he could not suppress his need to touch, feeling the urge to sway her, all the while knowing there was truthfully no need to win her over.
His hand journeyed downward slightly, nearing the junction of her thigh, and she felt a breath escape her as he began to stroke the side of her pelvis, very innocently, but seductive nevertheless.
‘My beautiful silver maiden...’ he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, before warm lips were pressed just behind her ear. Nestling back against him, Celebrían felt him place his arms around her, folding her against him.
Turning her head, she allowed him to brush his lips against hers, raising her arm and catching his ear. He had discarded his outer robes, dressed only in his tunic and trousers. As he loosened his grip, Celebrían smiled and, rotating, encircled him with her arms, trailing her fingers down his spine, as Elrond released some last strands of her captive hair.
As he looked down, Celebrían claimed his
lips and she felt him catch her hand, his fingers interweaving with hers. She
laughed at him, as he raised his other hand to touch her face.
Pulling him to one of the carved benches, she sat down and, placing a hand upon
his upper thigh, her eyes locked with his, as he looked down on her, still
standing. Her fingers slowly began moving higher, teasing him, lingering on his
inside leg. Listening to his bated breath, she smiled at him, his eyes daring
her.
If you wish to tantalize, I shall too.
A gasp escaped him as she pressed her face against his abdomen, before clasping at his clothes, and he let her pull him unto his knees with ease.
Without resisting much, he allowed her to draw him between her legs, lips travelling across his face, hands toying with the fastenings of his shirt. He placed his hands on her thighs, slowly spreading the thumbs, having them circle her inner leg, thin layers of fabric between her flesh and his teasing fingers.
Such bliss as merely this, he thought, is enough for me to adulate her until the end of Arda.
‘Lady, you bewitch me...’ he whispered, opening his eyes, which had been closed for a moment. Biding his time until she withdrew to look at him, he hungrily neared her, feeling her chest heaving, hearing her utter a soft whimper.
Resting his hands on the seat, mouth finding mouth, wet lips being pried open, his tongue entered to meet hers. Elrond groaned, encircling her waist with his arms, pulling her from the chair, settling back with her on his lap.
Celebrían panted, feeling his evident arousal now so close to her own heat, his hands already working to release her from the restrictive dress.
Baring her shoulders, she felt him brush his lips against the skin, tickling, maddeningly slow, fingers pressing against her still covered breasts. Whispering, she bit her lip.
‘You play with me, husband...’
‘But I do it so well...’ Elrond returned with a grin, continuing his skilful fondling.
Celebrían shifted her weight and forced away his hands, trying to finish unbuttoning his tunic, and getting him to take it off.
Leaning back on his hands, his tunic now partially down his arms, Elrond submitted himself to Celebrían’s rousing kisses, sitting with a leg on each side of him, her hands exploring the muscles of his stomach, lifting his sleeveless undershirt for as high as it would go.
‘Take it off?’ she smiled mischievously, leaning forward to graze her lips against his. Chuckling, Elrond met her halfway, as she continued to impatiently tug at the shirt.
‘I cannot, for fear of loosing balance,
gwilwileth.’
Celebrían’s almost quiet laughter, as she retreated slightly, made his stomach flutter.
‘An î haust-sam?’
As soon as they were level, he pressed her body against his, lifting her, finding her lips before carrying her into the next chamber. Releasing her legs, his other arm still around her, blue eyes met his.
‘Take off the shirt...’ she demanded, in the way he had never been able to refuse.
With a smirk he stepped back, and by means of a fluent movement discarded the item of clothing.
Celebrían smiled amusedly, and he felt his heartbeat quicken, making way for the bed immediately.
‘Teli…’
Raising an eyebrow, hiding a smile, Celebrían shook her head and motioned him to return.
We play not on your terms alone, my Lord...
With an expectant beam, Elrond moved to the side of the bed, and extended an arm.
Stepping forward, she took the offered hand to be pulled closer. After impatiently seeking her mouth with his, Elrond deviated to caressing her neck, while simultaneously starting to unlace the front of her dress, slowly plucking at the silver-white ribbon that held together her garb. Undergoing the soft tugging movements, listening to the sound of the ribbon clearing the fabric, being freed from its restraint, Celebrían swept some of Elrond’s hair from his shoulder, leisurely following the shell of his ear. Fingers inadvertently brushing against the rounding of her breasts made her nipples harden, and she shivered.
How long had it been? she wondered. But she was not capable of telling… All she knew was that she had not truly missed it, until now, feeling him touch her, knowing he desired her, and it awakened this exhilaration inside her…
Finally finishing, he rested his hands on her waist for a moment, stealing another kiss, making her grunt in anticipation. Then he moved up his hands, under the now loose external garments, feeling her warm flesh underneath the thin silk that still separated them. His hands lingered upon reaching her breasts, then moved on, to the shoulders, where he enabled her to free her arms of it, so it could be disposed of. Carelessly, he dropped it unto the ground, pulling Celebrían towards him.
Do you still wish to refuse my terms?
With a quick and fluent movement, she joined him on the bed. Pushing him back, sporting a broad smile, she lifted her leg over one of his, and placed her thigh against his erection, slowly moving, feeling a hand seize her upper leg, observing his eyes closing.
She wanted him, like she had ever since the first time they met in Imladris, after which she had so often imagined their lovemaking, she so much younger and he so out of reach.
Urging him on with melodious noises, she pressed her lips against his smooth chest, her hands lowering to his waist, his body an instrument she knew exactly how to tune. Raising herself, her tongue circled around one of his nipples, teasing and softly biting, until he moaned incitingly.
‘Um-elleth…’
‘Melethron…’
With a smile, he slowly released her and left the bed, removing his last articles of clothing, proudly showing off the body that was still as smooth and physically powerful as when he had first met her, witness to the soldier he had long been.
Such yearning in her eyes, he marvelled, even though they had done this countless times before… He felt the warmth of lovemaking on his skin, in every vein of his body, and he knew he desired her equally, if not more...
Breathless, Elrond watched her face, the blush on her cheekbones, and his immediate reaction was to rejoin her. Celebrían welcomed the passionate embrace she was offered, but seemed unwilling to relinquish her earlier position on top, quickly motioning him onto his back again, but now that all was revealed, her interest, and her lips with it, moved lower, icy fingers on his thighs, her stirring tongue enough to lull him into submission, at least for now, the mere touch of it on his member making him more heated yet.
‘Celebrían...’
She halted, staying, sensing him, aware of everything.
As he exhaled heavily, he felt her moving up, answering his call with an unfathomably intense kiss. Straddling him, her hands began massaging the sides of his torso. Kissing the hand he raised to her lips, she watched him, feeling his still increasing excitement beneath her. Placing his hands on her knees, to where the last restraint between them reached, she felt them slip underneath the silken material. Rising, Elrond positioned his arms behind her, guiding her a little down from his lap, onto the bed. She lifted her arms, so her husband could unfetter her of her last garment.
Embracing him, she felt his lips wander to her breasts, a hand cupping one, before sensual caresses caused the nipples to become harder than they already had been.
He was a master at this, making her sparkle all over, and for a moment she imagined what it had to have been like to be enchanted by a lover, realising she would, at this moment, do anything Elrond asked of her.
Feverishly, finding her mouth willing and waiting, he began kissing her again, tongue finding hers, exploring territory so beautifully familiar... Guiding her down, his hands, in unison with his lips, began drifting down, reaching her belly, curving his tongue into her navel, before continuing further down, ignoring her pleads, feeling her body reacting on his every move, directing his affections towards her thighs, so close, and yet too far for Celebrían’s liking.
With an intake of breath, she opened her eyes, previously closed in ecstasy, arching her back to meet him.
‘Im iest-an-matha le nedh enni...’
<I wish to feel you inside me…>
Her call shattered his ability to defer any longer. Careful not to position his full weight on top of her body, he pressed his lips against hers, burying his hands in the silver-gold tresses of pure magnificence. He felt her hands grabbing his buttocks, forcing him closer.
‘Car-le aníra-enni?
‘Le ista-im car...’
Celebrían could feel him, hard against her thigh, heat emanating from his entire body.
‘Teli-an enni, melethron...’
Celebrían arched her back in anticipation, fingers digging into his back, as he placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, parting them, before slowly closing in.
He briefly stole her breath as he thrusted inside her, moving deep within, his lips simultaneously pressing against the front of her neck, his hair falling over his shoulders, sweeping over her chest. Elrond permitted himself a content groan as he felt her legs being firmly placed around his waist, and he took a short taste of her lips.
Celebrían raised her hands to his upper arms, feeling the muscled biceps and triceps, supporting much of his weight. He consumed her, was the only thing that mattered to her now, as they were one, both in mind and flesh.
She thanked him with a content moan when he began to move, his hot breath on her face, grey eyes almost analysing her, as they often would.
Elrond felt her hands move down from his shoulders to his chest, where they squeezed his nipples, making him clasp his teeth and shortly hiss, closing his eyes. Then they moved alongside his chest, down to his waist, caressing his buttocks again, moving back up, stroking his spine, delightfully breathtaking.
‘Celebrían…’ he whispered, eyes still
closed. ‘Meleth-nîn...’ <My love...>
Lowering onto his elbows he found her lips with his, meeting her ready tongue, curling around each other as yet another way of becoming one even more. Panting, neither of them wished to break the kiss, and grinding his abdomen against hers with more urgency, Elrond could sense her approaching climax together with his own, her hands and thighs desperately clinging to him, as their minds plunged into a different awareness. Celebrían shuddered under him, and he felt her tense, arching her back.
‘Maethor-nîn bara...’
Those words spoken aloud alone, were enough to take him over the brink and he spilled deep inside her, feeling her shudder, peaking once more, hearing his own moans, as he pressed his lips against hers.
Her hands were resting on his back, softly stroking, and he heard her irregular breath, tickling against his shoulder, her heart pumping as madly as his own.
Im mîl le... <I
love thee...>
Almost as soon as he did, the answer was returned, and for a moment he wondered if she had not been the one to reach out first.
A-im mîl le...
Moving her fingers through his hair, as his head rested on her chest, Celebrían smiled. A Noldorin princess, holding her prince, she mused happily, finding herself as much in love with him as that last time they had met in Lindon.
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The sunlight entered the room strangely, as if the sun stood in an impossible position in the sky.
The rays seemed of an almost tangible volume and he suspected that if he reached out, he might be able to touch them.
Lazily, he instead shifted in the large bed, the sheets comfortably cool against his nakedness. Somewhere, not far, was her body, and he called out to her, his voice a whisper.
In response came a warm hand upon his chest, and she shifted too, being received in his arms, settling her head in the recess between his body and arm, kissing the side of his chest before closing her eyes.
He was nothing without her, a mere shadow without purpose, he realised. With a smile, his hand stroking her hair, he directed a plea towards the window, westward.
Elbereth, never ask me to give her up...
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aeglos: ‘snowthorn’
uilos: ‘evermind’
niphredil: ‘snowdrop’
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Chapter 14 of A Tale of Elrond and Celebrían
or, alternatively,
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