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CHAPTER 4: DESIRE

By Rumrum

Introduction

Goodness, we're really going up and down like yo-yos with this story, aren't we? For this particular chapter is set about ten years after the end of 'She...' and is a Ginny-Adindel romance. And it's actually me who ups the rating – hmmm, I blame it all on being around Fan-Fiction too much... and gaia caecilia and Charlotte. Yes, hello, you two!

Anyway, I can't really say much more about this one, other than the dress that Ginny wears is based on the one Arwen wears in The Two Towers, when she appears to Aragorn in a vision/memory after the attack of Orcs and Wargs upon the Rohirrim. You know, the floaty, virtually see-through one, which, when worn, does little other than tantalise a certain amorous – oh alright, randy – Elf, who desires little more than the certain attentions only his wife can give him...

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DESIRE: v. want very much/ n. Wish, longing; sexual appetite; Elf or thing desired.

Desire is a strange thing; we can desire anything from eternal peace and happiness to a cup of tea, in front of a fire, at the end of a long, cold, rainy day. Ginny wanted neither of these; no, she simply wanted to keep swaying and dancing about in this field, in a dress she couldn't really wear much about the house; well, not when the house still contained little Taurion, Thranduil's youngest, with barely eleven summers to his name, and her own Raina, who was only a year younger than her cousin.

Ginny kept on twirling her way through the long grass, while Adindel kept on watching. Her dress was made of a floaty, diaphanous material that barely concealed enough for modesty. It was of a fresh, pale green colour and edged with a delicate golden thread. Adindel loved to see Ginny clothed in green, the colour suited her so, especially the shade she was wearing now. It just seemed to fit the palette of colours that was his tiny wife: creamy skin, golden hair... green dress – in every way a wood-nymph. The only contrasts to this being her lips – a sensual shade of red; her eyes – an indication of her Telerin ancestry with their mesmerising blue depths; and, of course, her tattoos, which were still jet-black, even after all this time; the dress, as tantalisingly see-through as it was, was still enough of a barrier from this distance to conceal them, though. Not that Adindel needed to see the tattoos, for he knew every contour of her body, knew the line his favourite tattoo took, weaving its way up her spine. He knew just how Ginny liked him to pleasure her there, how the kisses and nips would elicit the little sounds that were for him and him alone...

A dull and familiar ache in his loins woke Adindel from his reverie. He watched Ginny dance and weave her way into one of the numerous areas of woodland that populated this part of Valinor. With a grace that only Elves (especially in his condition) could manage, he jumped down from his rocky outcrop and followed.

Ginny slowed, her heart now thumping with something akin to anticipation, she hadn't sensed Adindel before in the field, but in this closed area, where the trees watched and whispered of the love of Elves, she could feel his fëa wrap around hers, calling her, desiring her. She stopped where she was and waited.

Adindel found Ginny standing in front of some stately Oaks with her back toward him. Then, with quiet deliberation, she reached up and unpinned her dress at her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked, whereupon she turned to face her bonded-mate. Ginny's eyes had darkened to the deepest midnight and she ran them languorously, appreciatively, up and down Adindel's tall, muscled, and yet gracile, form. When her eyes returned to his, he felt his erection twitch with a renewed longing.

He needed no other invitation, within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around Ginny and was kissing her neck before running his tongue up her ear in order to suck on the pointed tip. His lips then began to wonder all over Ginny's face, on to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, all the while restating his claim to her. But he soon found her lips and here, their tongues lazily began the old battle for dominance. An oft repeated battle it was true, but one still fraught with heady sensuality.

Ginny's hands made their way under Adindel's tunic, mapping heated paths all across his hard torso and abdomen. Wanting to be closer to his mate, Adindel paused briefly in his kisses in order to remove the offending garment before reclaiming Ginny's lips. When their equally stiff nipples were crushed together in the ensuing embrace, Adindel's erection twitched longingly. Feeling the movement against her stomach, Ginny smiled into the kiss and slowly slid her hands down Adindel, cupping his backside. She then moved her hands across Adindel's hips to the prominent bulge in his leggings and began to unlace them. When there was enough of an opening, Ginny slipped her hand inside and began to fondle her husband lovingly. Adindel moaned – it was a deep, guttural sound, full of primal desire. Ginny was more than willing to oblige. Removing herself from Adindel's grasp, she stretched herself cat-like upon the leaf-strewn floor and looked up at her husband.

"Well, my Lord, I'm waiting." Her tone was almost demure – almost. Adindel knew she could be anything but.

He hastily removed his boots and leggings before lying down on his side, next to his wife, and began to run his hands all over Ginny's small, but perfectly formed curves.

"So beautiful," he murmured absently.

When next their lips met, it was with far less force, for both could feel the pace of their love-making become slower and more intimate. His lips then resumed their path down Ginny's neck, taking in her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Repositioning himself more comfortably between Ginny's legs, Adindel eyed his goal. His eyebrow twitched slightly.

"Well, Wife, it appears that you are more than ready for me as it is – do you want me to continue or...?" He could feel Ginny quivering – he wasn't faring much better himself, but bed-play was one of the few areas in which he could completely best his wife if he so chose and he didn't generally let such opportunities pass him by.

"P-please..." Ginny gasped, her breathing erratic, "Please..." Adindel's grin was feral.

"Very well, as my Lady wishes..." And he lowered his tongue into Ginny's highly sensitised flesh.

Oh Valar... what a melting-pot of sweetness he found there! So familiar and yet so invigorating at the same time. He lapped at the juices and the swelling bud until Ginny was virtually mewling above him. He stopped then, for he only wanted to stoke her fires, not enrage them completely. Withdrawing, he made his way up to Ginny's panting head and waited until she was able to at least look at him with her big, blue eyes.

"Fear not, meleth nîn," he whispered, right by her ear, "The end is coming." And he levered himself into position and sheathed himself in one thrust.

He kept the rhythm slow at first, gently withdrawing until only the tip of his erection was left inside and then re-sheathing himself at an aching pace. Soon, however, his own urgings began to take over and he began moving just that bit harder and faster.

"Where are you?" he soon urged.

"It's st-starting," Ginny panted, grabbing Adindel's upper arms in order to cling on to something solid.

Adindel increased his rhythm again until he was snapping his hips in his quest to keep pace and Ginny raised her hips and met each of his thrusts so she could increase her own pleasure. Both were breathing harshly now, feeling the springs coil and tighten inside them. Then Adindel opened his fëa completely, silently telling Ginny of his love, his desire, his everything for her and she coasted to climax, crashing through the waves with a deep intake of breath, her inner walls clamping down on Adindel's erection. He lasted little longer and was soon arching his back in his final thrust, groaning and shaking as his seed spurted out of him.

Adindel collapsed, falling to Ginny's side as they both came down from their highs. Ginny wrapped her arms about her husband, rubbing soothing circles upon his back and smoothing his hair until he was able to move again. He gave Ginny one final kiss before withdrawing his now spent member and settling down beside her.

After a while, Ginny forced herself on to her side and then moved to lie atop Adindel, which wasn't an unenjoyable prospect. Adindel held her while she began idly playing with his hair.

"Hmmm, what would your Naneth think if she saw you looking like this?" Ginny admonished, picking out the odd twig and fingering the streaks of dirt upon his skin, even though she herself must look far worse.

"She'd probably think I'd just been making mud-pies with Taurion and Thranduil again."

"I seem to recall you and Thranduil being rather dirtier than Taurion – I've never really figured out how, if, that is, you still want to stick to your story about it being Taurion who was making all the pies."

"Yes, well, he may be young in years, but he's a devil for moving fast when he wants to. One person at least needs to watch him at all times."

"Awww, my proud and powerful husband, head of the border-patrols of Mirkwood, beaten by an Elfling with a mud-pie."

Narrowing his eyes, Adindel growled and flipped them over, straddling Ginny's hips and bearing down on her lasciviously. Ginny allowed his amorous attentions for a while before she pushed him away and got up from the damp floor; still on the ground, Adindel quirked his eyebrow.

"You may like looking like a mud-monster, but I don't. If my memory serves me correctly, there's a pool and waterfall just a little further in." Collecting their clothes, the couple set off.

"You came here a lot, did you?" Adindel enquired.

"Fairly regularly, if I was in the area, I found it a good spot for thinking."

"What about?"

"Oh, Glorfindel, Gil-galad, the topless glass-blowers, who always seemed to have a special smile for me when I passed them in the market..." Adindel automatically tightened his already rather possessive hold of Ginny's waist. Ginny grinned slyly; her husband had rather walked into that one.

They soon came in sight of the pool and deposited their clothes safely on a rock, but the call of the water upon Ginny's Telerin blood was insatiable and she broke away from Adindel, laughing with utter abandonment as she ran to the water's edge and dived straight in. Adindel was slightly more controlled. Whilst Ginny was revelling in her initial dip into the pool, he slunk round to a more concealed entrance and slipped beneath the surface. Ginny only noticed something was amiss when she finally stopped and began to tread water. The air crackled with the tension of the unknown before the moment snapped with Ginny's shriek as Adindel surfaced from beneath her, catching her against him as she flailed for an upright position. When she was steady, Ginny slapped at Adindel's chest.

"Don't do that!" Adindel had to admit that he was feeling slightly guilty, but pretended not to be as he played with the hair near Ginny's ear. "Stop it!" Ginny flinched away and made for the waterfall.

Adindel wasn't in the least perturbed; he was used to his wife's sudden mood-swings, even if he was to blame this time. He eased up to Ginny and began to comb through her hair with his fingers, removing the rest of the dirt. Ginny allowed his touches and he eventually felt able to massage her neck and shoulders. Finally, Ginny was relaxed enough to deign to return the favour before settling back against Adindel's chest as they floated within the water.

"Adindel?"

"Mmmm," Adindel acknowledged lazily.

"I've been thinking... you still owe me for last week."

"I do?"

"Yes, you asked me to watch over the Elflings even though it was your turn, I obliged, you said, 'I owe you', and so, here I am, calling in my debt."

"But haven't..."

"Adindel, how you were to repay me was not part of our negotiations, nor our agreement, but you still said, 'I owe you', so I took that as read that you intended to repay me as some point in the near future." Adindel pursed his lips, of all the ellyth he could have chosen, he had to fall for one of the daughters of Elrond's most tenacious and respected Councillor. Ginny laughed lightly. "Oh, Adindel, you ellyn can really be adorably slow at times." She straddled his hips. "Would it help if I said you're going to enjoy repaying your debt?"

As Ginny's lips began to move over Adindel's damp flesh, he thought of all the delights that the presence of water afforded them.

"Ai, meleth nîn, I believe I shall."

The kisses and caresses continued, charting Ginny and Adindel a new course, which would see them travel to the realms of utmost pleasure and desire. But then, desire is a strange thing, for it can tap into hidden corners that perhaps even we ourselves aren't conscious of. And on that day, in those woods, it recognised Ginny and Adindel's unspoken of and perhaps unrealised wish for another child.

That was the day that Ginny and Adindel conceived their second daughter.

THE END

TRANSLATION

Meleth nîn = my love/beloved