So I've just seen the Hobbit, and was struck by how attractive Elrond is! How I've never noticed before I will never know. So here is my first Lord of the Rings fic, with Elrond and his wife Celebrian. I'm a LotR novice, so please excuse any inaccuracies...

Elrond was itching in his seat. The Council meeting was going on far too long, he had other matters to attend to, matters of a more personal nature. His fidgeting wasn't helped at all by Celebrian who was seated opposite him at the Council table, her eyes fixed on him, a devilish smile playing around her lips. From where he was sat, he could sense her desire, he could feel it as if it were his own and it was distracting him from the trade discussions going on around him.

Every time he caught her eye, he felt a new wave of desire crash over him, saw his own arousal reflected in her and it took all his willpower to draw his gaze away from her slowly rising and falling chest, her piercing stare and fingers that were running the length of a strand of silvery hair.

"What's say you, my Lord?" came a voice from his left, pulling him momentarily back to the present. Elrond didn't quite know what to say, and he knew, from the smirks on the faces around him, that many of the Council knew exactly why. The Lady Celebrian had been away to secure treaties for nine months and had only been back in Rivendell for two days – her husband had missed her and was yet to become fully reacquainted with her.

Elrond cleared his throat and linked his fingers, putting them on the table in front of him. "I agree with the Council on this matter." His voice was clear and authoritative - one would hardly know that he did not know to what he had just agreed. "It that all business taken care of?"

"Yes, my Lord," came the reply.

"Good," Elrond said, standing up and raising his arms out with a warm smile. "Then the Council is dismissed. Go, enjoy what is left of the day."

The rest of the Council chattered merrily together as they arose gracefully and left the chamber quietly, not giving the only two elves left a second glance.

Celebrian leaned back in her wooden chair, admiring the way the sun was shining into the chamber and lighting Elrond. His hair shone in the sunlight as he walked slowly towards her, his eyes fixated on hers. She bit her lip as she noticed how his robes clung so tightly to his well-toned body. He rested his hand on the back of the chair as he drifted to her side and dropped to a crouching position, his face now level with hers. He felt his desire stir as he heard her breath catch in her throat at their close proximity.

"My dearest wife," he murmured, looking deep into her eyes. "You did a magnificent job of distracting me in this meeting."

"Is the fault mine, truly, that you cannot keep your thoughts on the business at hand, my Lord?" she asked, letting her fingers rest on the side of his neck, not able to resist reaching out to him. He closed his eyes at her touch, dropping his head to gently kiss her wrist.

Captivated by the movement of his curved lips and intoxicated by the feel of them, Celebrian found herself leaning towards him. Instinctively, he raised his head to find hers inches from his. He held her gaze only for a moment before his need for her took over him.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss as his hands took hold of her waist and she was drawn to a standing position with him. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her body tight against his, bringing a sigh to her lips. Her hands wove into his long hair, holding his head closer to hers as his mouth opened slightly against hers and his tongue ran the length of her lower lip.

"Elrond, not here!" she gasped, feeling his hands trail down her body and realising that the Council chamber may not be the most private of rooms.

"Where?" he murmured, trailing kisses down her soft neck, inhaling her woody scent.

"Our room," she replied breathlessly, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand. They darted from the room, hand in hand, and ran along the long corridors, past many people who jumped out of the way in surprise at the Lord and Lady of Rivendell moving swiftly through the place with the most exhilarating smiles on their faces.

It wasn't long before they reached the breezy chamber and Celebrian slammed the dor shut behind them, letting go of his hand to lock the door. As the lock clicked into place, Celebrian felt herself being pushed up against the door, leaving her facing the magnificent oak.

"Hello," she said quietly, leaning her head back as his lips left hot kisses along her exposed neck and his hands wove quickly around her waist. "My love."

"Oh how I've missed you, Celebrian," he whispered against her skin, feeling his need for her take over him entirely. She turned under his arms so that she faced him and as his mouth came down to meet hers she felt him press her entirely against the strong door behind her. His skilful fingers worked their way to her side, opening the small buttons that ran from her arm to her hip and he slipped his hand inside her dress to caresses the smooth skin below.

She wriggled in her dress, wrenching her arms from the long sleeves and pushed it down her slender body with her husband's help. He watched her delicate face as her eyes closed at his touch, knowing that his light fingers were sending waves of pleasure over her body and he couldn't help but smile.

"My wife," he breathed, gazing at her naked body next to his. "I love you so very much."

Her eyes fluttered open and all she wanted, all she needed, was him. Her Lord, the man who fought wars and defended the realms of peace, the one who lead great Councils and commanded huge armies. Here he was, such a great creature, looking at her with such love, such desire, and she felt as if she might be consumed by her need to love him. Her entire body ached for him.

She pressed her lips against his again, a fire now raging in her. She worked to rid him quickly of his robes, still pressed between him and the door. His hand crept to her burning centre and she moaned into his open mouth as his fingers began teasing her. She felt her knees weaken at his quick work, moaning again when his other hand traced up her body to her breast, and she felt him smile at the sounds he was bringing from her.

"My Lord," she gasped as his head came away from hers, hot kisses trailing down her neck and to her other breast. Her hands wove into his long hair, pushing his crown to the floor, as his lips brushed over her taut nipple. "Elrond, I do love you!"

She grabbed his hand that rested on her breast, linking his fingers through her own and pulled his head back up to meet hers. "My love, I need you."

Keeping eye contact with her and pinning her hand on the door behind her, he wrapped one of her legs around his waist and slowly pushed into her, his own burn for her almost driving him crazy. A groan came from his lips as he felt her warm wetness around him. The strength left her body at the feeling of him entirely inside of her and Celebrian felt her standing leg give way at his slow thrusts. He took her other leg and she wrapped herself tightly around his waist, revelling in the feeling of nothing but him. His grey eyes bore into hers with every thrust, something Celebrian found incredibly erotic.

Elrond held her tightly to him as he bent down to the floor, knowing his own strength was being overpowered by her. He laid her gently on the floor, hovering above her for a moment before pushing deep inside her, deeper than before and she let out a cry of his name. His heart leapt at the sound of his wife crying out his name in pleasure.

Their movements were perfectly matched, slowly increasing in pace as they climbed higher together. His long hair tickled her as he lay between her legs, their thrusts making their hot kisses messy. He whispered her name now and again as their breathing became short and ragged, their bodies glistening with sweat. Celebrian moved her hands over his bare skin, wanting to feel nothing but him.

He felt himself very close but was determined to let his wife finish first and dipped his head to hers, kissing her deeply and let his tongue dance furiously with hers. Her breath was now just gasps as she neared the edge, having to pull away from his hot lips for air. He knew the exact angle would send her over the edge and as he kissed her deeply one last time, with a final few powerful thrusts, she cried out his name. He came moments after her, groaning her name and dipping his head to kiss along her soft neck, rolling gently off her onto the warm wood floor.

"My love," she murmured after a few moments of silence. He turned his head to face her, reaching out a hand to her cheek. "How I have missed you."

"And I you, my lady," he replied, the smile he saved for her warming his regal features. The afternoon light filtered through the drapes, sending a golden light over her pale body.

And so that is how the Lord and Lady of Rivendell spent the rest of their afternoon. They stayed locked in their rooms, basking in the warm light with nothing but the other filling their time, feeling more loved in those moments than they had for a very long time.

I hope you enjoyed that, and if you're reading on the 31st of Dec/1st of Jan, happy new year!