Disclaimer: Same as on the front.
Glad to those of you who like this! There won't be any sex in this fic, but you guys need to tell me if you think I need to step it up to an R rating. Thanks.
Ch-2
Glorfindel appeared in less than a moment, huffing from his jog across the building and looking very concerned. "What is it Elrond?"
Elrond's face was a deeped color than his scarlet robes and his eyebrows were drawn so tight that Glorfindel feared his head might explode. "What," he hissed through clenched teeth, "is THAT?"
Margarita sat on Elrond's bed admiring herself in his full-length mirror. She adjusted her bra so that it pushed her breasts up higher and gave her a longer cleavage line. Looking back over her shoulder, Margarita beamed seductively at Elrond.
"That's Margarita," said Glorfindel. "That's what you asked for."
"That is NOT what I asked for!" growled Elrond.
"Well, that's the only Margarita I know."
"A Margarita is not a person, Glorfindel. It's an alcoholic beverage made with tequila and lime and served in a glass with salt around the edges."
"Oh really?" Glorfindel looked shocked. "You don't say. I…" One murderous glance from Elrond caused Glorfindel to choke his words.
"Pay her so she may be on her way." Elrond said curtly.
"Oh come on, Elrond, she came all the way out here."
"I wouldn't care if she came from across the sea, get her out of here!"
Margarita frowned as she strained to hear the elf lords' conversation. Glorfindel gripped Elrond's robes and dragged him to the shadows behind his door. "Elrond," he said flatly, "how long has it been since Celebrian left?"
A pained look flashed through Elrond's eyes. "I don't know." He replied quietly.
"Don't give me that, Elrond," Glorfindel said. "You could tell me how long ago it was to the day."
"So what if I can?" Barked Elrond. His departed wife was nothing of Glorfindel's concern.
"It was, what, 1000, 2000 years ago?" Elrond nodded slowly. It was 1963 years, 5 months, and 3 days ago, but Glorfindel didn't need to know that. "Either way," continued Glorfindel, "it's been a long time since you… well you know…"
Elrond's jaw dropped in disgust. "Glorfindel!" He cried, "Are you suggesting that I have some insatiable need for the pleasures of the flesh?"
Glorfindel nervously darted his eyes back and forth. "Well…" Noticing the menacing way that Elrond's lip curled he quickly added, "but that's normal, Elrond. It's a perfectly normal need and desire."
"Do you really believe that sex is something that one has to do, such as breathing?"
Glorfindel smiled bemusedly. "At times I do believe it is. Especially when the individual in question is stressed out, such as you are. I think it will be good for you." He patted Elrond on the shoulder.
"Wait, what?" Cried Elrond, "you want me to have sex with her?"
Glorfindel blinked. "That's what she's here for, right?"
"I can't do that?"
"Why not?"
"Celebrian."
"She's long gone, remember?"
"Yes, but…" Elrond pushed past Glorfindel into the center of the hallway. "She's still my wife, and I still love her. I couldn't do something like this to her."
Glorfindel came behind Elrond and put his hands on his shoulders. "To be perfectly honest," he whispered in Elrond's ear, "she'll never know."
"Yes she will," Elrond replied. "She'll know the moment we meet in the Havens. It won't be the same."
Glorfindel sighed. "Well, maybe just talk to her or something. As lame as that sounds."
"That sounds like a good idea." Elrond grinned and looked into his room. Margarita noticed him at once and beamed.
"Go get her," said Glorfindel and shoved Elrond into his room, slamming the doors behind him.
"You two done whining?" Margarita deadpanned.
"Oh, well, yeah," stammered Elrond.
"Good," she declared and proceeded to unbutton her dress.
Elrond turned quickly and faced the door. "No please," he said, "I don't want to have sex with you."
"Why not?" She replied icily, "because you can't bear the idea of having relations with a human?"
"No, that's not it." Elrond felt his migraine returning and sunk down in his fireside chair. "It's just that I have a wife, and while she doesn't live here anymore, I still love her and cannot imagine sharing that with anyone but her."
Margarita rose from the bed and sauntered to his chair. Her heels clicked the hard stone floor and sent a series of echoes around his chamber. "Well that's real sweet, but you've got me for the next 2 hours." She knelt down behind his chair and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Come on," she whispered, rubbing her nose against his cheek. "I don't bite."
"You act like you WANT to have sex with a 6500-year-old!" Elrond exclaimed, leaping from his chair.
Margarita sat on her heels and stared up at Elrond with big blue eyes. "I like to earn my money."
"With me?"
She shrugged. "You don't seem so bad. In fact, your embarrassment when I came in the room was kind of cute."
Elrond's face brightened. "Really?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure."
There was a moment of silence and he stared into the fire. The flames swirled and he saw a young girl laughing, whipping her tidal wave of silver hair around her head. "I still can't have sex with you."
Margarita rolled her eyes. "Jeez, you are lame." She replied with a smirk. "Well, I'm not sitting here doing nothing for the next two hours when I could be making money elsewhere, so at least let me give you a back rub or something. They say I give the best back rubs this side of Mirkwood."
Elrond contemplated this for a moment, then decided that there was no harm in it. "If you really want to do something for me, then I guess so."
"Good." Said Margarita. "Now take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You heard me, elfie, take 'em off."
Elrond marched up to Margarita and looked her square in the face. Her eyes locked on his, unfrightened and steadfast. "First of all," he said sharply, "my name is Elrond Peredhil, not "elfie", now call me by it unless you want to be called whore. Second of all, I believe my clothes can stay on for this, thank you very much."
"Actually," she replied, wrinkling her nose, "they can't. If you want to reap any benefit from this you need to be at least stripped to the waist."
Elrond narrowed his eyes. "Fine," he grumbled. Elrond strolled to a chair by his window and, removing his robe, folded it and placed it softly on the chair. "I think you are enjoying this far too much." He called over his shoulder.
"You're one of my better customers." Margarita replied with a smile. "Elves can't be any worse than men."
Elrond lifted his gray tunic over his head and dumped it on top of his robe. He now stood bare-chested with only his gray leggings on. He removed the circlet from his head and placed it neatly on top of his pile of clothing. Whirling around, he held out his arms. "Happy now?"
Margarita's mouth popped open as she scanned his body up and down. "Damn." She exclaimed, "There aren't many 25-year-old men with a set of muscles like that, let alone 6500-year-old fossils." She met his eyes and grinned. "I really need to change my clientel to elves only. If this is what the old elves look like I can't even imagine the young ones."
"If you say so." He muttered. He was NOT a fossil.
"Whatever." She pointed to the bed. "Lie stomach down." Margarita instructed.
He walked slowly to the bed and hoisted himself upon it. He faced the window, folding his arms and placing his chin on them. "All right now what?" He called to Margarita. The room was silent except for the clicking of Margarita's heels. "Margarita…" he said again, "now…"
At that moment, it felt as though the entire Homely House had fallen down as something landed on Elrond's back. He let out a roar of pain and then felt Margarita's hair tickle his bare back as she leaned down next to his ear. "Wasn't that fun?" she asked with a snicker.
"No!" He growled. "What in the name of Elbereth was that for?"
"Oh just 'cause I felt like doing it." Margarita replied cheerfully. She straddled him, and scooted down his body until she was sitting on his butt. "Now where shall I begin," she murmered to herself. "How about the shoulders?" Brushing his long hair off of his back, she clutched his skin with her hands, kneeding it as if it were dough, in a circular motion. After only a moment of this, Elrond's muscles began to relax and the stress of the day was pushed far into the back of his mind.
"That does feel nice." He muttered.
"See," Margarita replied, "I told you. After this, you'll be ready for a long night's sleep."
She fell silent and Elrond closed his eyes. In his mind, red roses bloomed in Rivendell, flowers not seen in some 2000 years. They were her favorite and he couldn't bear to look at them after she had left for the sea. He did not say anything to the gardeners; the flowers seemed to die on their own. In fact, all the flowers in the city seemed to perish. Gradually, they were growing back to their original majesty and splendor, like in the days when there was happiness in Rivendell, but Elrond knew that roses would never again poke up through the bars of his porch.
"Tell me about your wife."
Elrond was stunned at Margarita's mind-reading capabilities. "Well," He paused for a moment to gather what he wanted to say. "When I first laid eyes on her, I thought, perhaps, that I was dreaming, because I had never seen anything so beautiful before. She had long silver hair that flowed down her back like a river." He chuckled to himself. "She liked to keep it tucked away in braids and buns, but I liked it long and would always pull out whatever style she was wearing. She got angry when I did that, but she wasn't the type who could stay angry for long. The funny thing about her was that she always thought that she wasn't very smart, but she was the wisest person I ever knew."
"Even wiser than you?" Margarita cut in.
"Half of what I know I learned from her." Elrond continued. "What surprised me the most was that she loved me. Me of all elves. I was not of her generation, she was so young. And yet, she loved me." He blinked and tried to wipe his eyes.
"That's beautiful."
"I know."
Margarita stopped rubbing his shoulders and made little chopping motions on his back with her hands. Closing his eyes, he sunk into a deep meditative state. He was enjoying this after all.
More to come. The plot takes a bit of a twist in the next chapter.
Glad to those of you who like this! There won't be any sex in this fic, but you guys need to tell me if you think I need to step it up to an R rating. Thanks.
Ch-2
Glorfindel appeared in less than a moment, huffing from his jog across the building and looking very concerned. "What is it Elrond?"
Elrond's face was a deeped color than his scarlet robes and his eyebrows were drawn so tight that Glorfindel feared his head might explode. "What," he hissed through clenched teeth, "is THAT?"
Margarita sat on Elrond's bed admiring herself in his full-length mirror. She adjusted her bra so that it pushed her breasts up higher and gave her a longer cleavage line. Looking back over her shoulder, Margarita beamed seductively at Elrond.
"That's Margarita," said Glorfindel. "That's what you asked for."
"That is NOT what I asked for!" growled Elrond.
"Well, that's the only Margarita I know."
"A Margarita is not a person, Glorfindel. It's an alcoholic beverage made with tequila and lime and served in a glass with salt around the edges."
"Oh really?" Glorfindel looked shocked. "You don't say. I…" One murderous glance from Elrond caused Glorfindel to choke his words.
"Pay her so she may be on her way." Elrond said curtly.
"Oh come on, Elrond, she came all the way out here."
"I wouldn't care if she came from across the sea, get her out of here!"
Margarita frowned as she strained to hear the elf lords' conversation. Glorfindel gripped Elrond's robes and dragged him to the shadows behind his door. "Elrond," he said flatly, "how long has it been since Celebrian left?"
A pained look flashed through Elrond's eyes. "I don't know." He replied quietly.
"Don't give me that, Elrond," Glorfindel said. "You could tell me how long ago it was to the day."
"So what if I can?" Barked Elrond. His departed wife was nothing of Glorfindel's concern.
"It was, what, 1000, 2000 years ago?" Elrond nodded slowly. It was 1963 years, 5 months, and 3 days ago, but Glorfindel didn't need to know that. "Either way," continued Glorfindel, "it's been a long time since you… well you know…"
Elrond's jaw dropped in disgust. "Glorfindel!" He cried, "Are you suggesting that I have some insatiable need for the pleasures of the flesh?"
Glorfindel nervously darted his eyes back and forth. "Well…" Noticing the menacing way that Elrond's lip curled he quickly added, "but that's normal, Elrond. It's a perfectly normal need and desire."
"Do you really believe that sex is something that one has to do, such as breathing?"
Glorfindel smiled bemusedly. "At times I do believe it is. Especially when the individual in question is stressed out, such as you are. I think it will be good for you." He patted Elrond on the shoulder.
"Wait, what?" Cried Elrond, "you want me to have sex with her?"
Glorfindel blinked. "That's what she's here for, right?"
"I can't do that?"
"Why not?"
"Celebrian."
"She's long gone, remember?"
"Yes, but…" Elrond pushed past Glorfindel into the center of the hallway. "She's still my wife, and I still love her. I couldn't do something like this to her."
Glorfindel came behind Elrond and put his hands on his shoulders. "To be perfectly honest," he whispered in Elrond's ear, "she'll never know."
"Yes she will," Elrond replied. "She'll know the moment we meet in the Havens. It won't be the same."
Glorfindel sighed. "Well, maybe just talk to her or something. As lame as that sounds."
"That sounds like a good idea." Elrond grinned and looked into his room. Margarita noticed him at once and beamed.
"Go get her," said Glorfindel and shoved Elrond into his room, slamming the doors behind him.
"You two done whining?" Margarita deadpanned.
"Oh, well, yeah," stammered Elrond.
"Good," she declared and proceeded to unbutton her dress.
Elrond turned quickly and faced the door. "No please," he said, "I don't want to have sex with you."
"Why not?" She replied icily, "because you can't bear the idea of having relations with a human?"
"No, that's not it." Elrond felt his migraine returning and sunk down in his fireside chair. "It's just that I have a wife, and while she doesn't live here anymore, I still love her and cannot imagine sharing that with anyone but her."
Margarita rose from the bed and sauntered to his chair. Her heels clicked the hard stone floor and sent a series of echoes around his chamber. "Well that's real sweet, but you've got me for the next 2 hours." She knelt down behind his chair and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Come on," she whispered, rubbing her nose against his cheek. "I don't bite."
"You act like you WANT to have sex with a 6500-year-old!" Elrond exclaimed, leaping from his chair.
Margarita sat on her heels and stared up at Elrond with big blue eyes. "I like to earn my money."
"With me?"
She shrugged. "You don't seem so bad. In fact, your embarrassment when I came in the room was kind of cute."
Elrond's face brightened. "Really?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure."
There was a moment of silence and he stared into the fire. The flames swirled and he saw a young girl laughing, whipping her tidal wave of silver hair around her head. "I still can't have sex with you."
Margarita rolled her eyes. "Jeez, you are lame." She replied with a smirk. "Well, I'm not sitting here doing nothing for the next two hours when I could be making money elsewhere, so at least let me give you a back rub or something. They say I give the best back rubs this side of Mirkwood."
Elrond contemplated this for a moment, then decided that there was no harm in it. "If you really want to do something for me, then I guess so."
"Good." Said Margarita. "Now take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You heard me, elfie, take 'em off."
Elrond marched up to Margarita and looked her square in the face. Her eyes locked on his, unfrightened and steadfast. "First of all," he said sharply, "my name is Elrond Peredhil, not "elfie", now call me by it unless you want to be called whore. Second of all, I believe my clothes can stay on for this, thank you very much."
"Actually," she replied, wrinkling her nose, "they can't. If you want to reap any benefit from this you need to be at least stripped to the waist."
Elrond narrowed his eyes. "Fine," he grumbled. Elrond strolled to a chair by his window and, removing his robe, folded it and placed it softly on the chair. "I think you are enjoying this far too much." He called over his shoulder.
"You're one of my better customers." Margarita replied with a smile. "Elves can't be any worse than men."
Elrond lifted his gray tunic over his head and dumped it on top of his robe. He now stood bare-chested with only his gray leggings on. He removed the circlet from his head and placed it neatly on top of his pile of clothing. Whirling around, he held out his arms. "Happy now?"
Margarita's mouth popped open as she scanned his body up and down. "Damn." She exclaimed, "There aren't many 25-year-old men with a set of muscles like that, let alone 6500-year-old fossils." She met his eyes and grinned. "I really need to change my clientel to elves only. If this is what the old elves look like I can't even imagine the young ones."
"If you say so." He muttered. He was NOT a fossil.
"Whatever." She pointed to the bed. "Lie stomach down." Margarita instructed.
He walked slowly to the bed and hoisted himself upon it. He faced the window, folding his arms and placing his chin on them. "All right now what?" He called to Margarita. The room was silent except for the clicking of Margarita's heels. "Margarita…" he said again, "now…"
At that moment, it felt as though the entire Homely House had fallen down as something landed on Elrond's back. He let out a roar of pain and then felt Margarita's hair tickle his bare back as she leaned down next to his ear. "Wasn't that fun?" she asked with a snicker.
"No!" He growled. "What in the name of Elbereth was that for?"
"Oh just 'cause I felt like doing it." Margarita replied cheerfully. She straddled him, and scooted down his body until she was sitting on his butt. "Now where shall I begin," she murmered to herself. "How about the shoulders?" Brushing his long hair off of his back, she clutched his skin with her hands, kneeding it as if it were dough, in a circular motion. After only a moment of this, Elrond's muscles began to relax and the stress of the day was pushed far into the back of his mind.
"That does feel nice." He muttered.
"See," Margarita replied, "I told you. After this, you'll be ready for a long night's sleep."
She fell silent and Elrond closed his eyes. In his mind, red roses bloomed in Rivendell, flowers not seen in some 2000 years. They were her favorite and he couldn't bear to look at them after she had left for the sea. He did not say anything to the gardeners; the flowers seemed to die on their own. In fact, all the flowers in the city seemed to perish. Gradually, they were growing back to their original majesty and splendor, like in the days when there was happiness in Rivendell, but Elrond knew that roses would never again poke up through the bars of his porch.
"Tell me about your wife."
Elrond was stunned at Margarita's mind-reading capabilities. "Well," He paused for a moment to gather what he wanted to say. "When I first laid eyes on her, I thought, perhaps, that I was dreaming, because I had never seen anything so beautiful before. She had long silver hair that flowed down her back like a river." He chuckled to himself. "She liked to keep it tucked away in braids and buns, but I liked it long and would always pull out whatever style she was wearing. She got angry when I did that, but she wasn't the type who could stay angry for long. The funny thing about her was that she always thought that she wasn't very smart, but she was the wisest person I ever knew."
"Even wiser than you?" Margarita cut in.
"Half of what I know I learned from her." Elrond continued. "What surprised me the most was that she loved me. Me of all elves. I was not of her generation, she was so young. And yet, she loved me." He blinked and tried to wipe his eyes.
"That's beautiful."
"I know."
Margarita stopped rubbing his shoulders and made little chopping motions on his back with her hands. Closing his eyes, he sunk into a deep meditative state. He was enjoying this after all.
More to come. The plot takes a bit of a twist in the next chapter.