Imladris Revisited
By: DLR 2002
Disclaimer: Characters owned by JRR Tolkien
Elrond/OFC
Rated:R sexual situations
Chapter 15
"I will not wait one hundred years for you," Culurien stated firmly as she stood before the fire in Elrond's study, sometime later.
Elrond looked at her, his heart sinking down into his boots. "You are returning my ring?"
"Indeed, no," she said. "I will wait one hundred years to marry you, but I will not wait one hundred years for you."
Elrond tried not to let his face look as confused as he felt.
"I have no more convictions," she began.
"No?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Culurien shook her head. "I have tossed them out the window."
"Have you, now?" he asked, wondering what they were talking about.
She stared at him. "Are you dense?" she cried with exasperation. "I am throwing myself at you!"
"Oh," he said, his eyes dancing, the light suddenly dawning. "A very romantic seduction. How about a glass of wine or two and then try it again?"
She sat in a chair while he poured the wine. "I did not want it to be like the last time, for fear you would get angry again."
"I see," said Elrond, his mind still reeling with amazement, as he handed her the wine. He would have to think of a very nice present for Glorfindel. They sipped the wine and studied each other for a while, temporarily at a loss for words.
"Well," she finally said. "Now what?"
Elrond burst out laughing. "This is indeed awkward."
"It is only awkward until we get started."
"More wine," said Elrond, filling her goblet.
"I am not used to drinking," she warned, "although maybe it will help with the pain."
"Pain?" he asked. "What pain?"
She lowered her voice meaningfully. "You know."
"Are you talking about the pain the first time?" he asked, puzzled.
"No," she said, "the pain every time."
He frowned in confusion. "There should not be any pain."
"So you say," she responded, "but you were not there."
"There will not be any pain," he stated firmly.
"It is the same act, is it not?" she asked. "How can you be so sure?"
"Culurien, have some more wine."
"Now," he continued as she sipped her wine, "at what point was it painful?"
"From the beginning to the end."
"That is not very helpful," he said. "Be more specific."
"What did you not understand?" she asked. "From the time he put his . . . you know . . . until the time he finished."
Elrond sighed. "Linariel, did you love your husband?"
She shrugged. "I thought that I did, at the time."
"What do you think, now?" he asked.
She looked up at him, her eyes burning. "No one has ever made me feel the way you do."
"How, exactly, do I make you feel?" he asked, taking her wine goblet away from her hand, his eyes reflecting hers.
"Hot," she said. "Very hot. Also somewhat . . . damp"
"Ah. Here?" he asked as his fingers slid over her stomach and continued lower.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes on fire.
"Did he ever touch you . . . here . . . like I am doing now?"
"No," she gasped. "Never."
He stood. "Well, that was definitely part of the problem."
"Where are you going?" she asked with some alarm, breathing heavily.
"Wine," he said, holding up the bottle. "I am quite thirsty."
He sipped his wine and regarded her thoughtfully. "You look a trifle warm in that gown," he said, taking in her flushed face. "Perhaps you would feel more comfortable with it off."
"Help me, please," she said, turning her back to him. Elrond untied the laces that bound up the back of the dress. He slipped the material down off her shoulders and the garment fell to the floor. Culurien turned to face him and his eyes grew hot seeing the curves of her body visible through the thin shift.
"You look a trifle warm yourself," she said.
Elrond sat and pulled off his boots. His tunic and shirt followed swiftly behind. Culurien reached up and touched his bare chest, her fingers running lightly over his smooth skin.
She then fell to her knees and started to unbutton his breeches. Elrond came out of his daze.
"What are you doing?" he asked, feeling very flushed.
"I am no dewy-eyed virgin," she responded as she freed him from the confines of his garments. "I know how to please a male."
"Stay, stay," said Elrond, backing hastily away from her. "I do not require any assistance of that nature at this point."
He composed himself. "Tonight will be about giving Culurien pleasure for I suspect she has been missing something these many years."
He finished what she had started and his breeches fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and reached for her shift, pulling it over her head.
He gazed at her body with such intensity that she shivered, in spite of the heat building in her blood.
He took her in his arms and kissed her, his hands exploring her flesh. She gasped quietly, but grew tense.
"What you need," Elrond recommended, "is a nice, relaxing bath."
The water was deliciously warm and sensual; it did not have the heavy odor of some mineral springs, but exuded a fragrant, musky, woodland smell, clean and fresh.
At one end there was a stone bench under the surface upon which one could sit across or straddle. Elrond did the latter and guided Culurien to sit in front of him, her back facing his chest.
He tied her hair up out of the way and began to massage her neck and shoulders with slow rhythmic strokes, his strong hands moving in ever widening circles down her back.
He reached the bottom, beneath the water and started up again, exerting just the right amount of pressure to relax her muscles. As he reached her shoulders once more, he pulled her against his chest and leaned back slightly.
Elrond began a soft caress of the front of her shoulders with less pressure, his hands moving in slow deliberate circles, inching ever lower. Culurien moaned with pleasure when they reached her nipples, his hands lingering there, as they stiffened beneath his touch.
He looked down over her shoulder as he fondled her breasts, his breath coming quick and hot. His hands reluctantly left her chest, moving downwards only to circle back again, loath to move on. Finally, he abandoned them altogether as his hands began a slow rotation over her hips and inner thighs. She began to move against him as her arousal increased, intensifying his own ache with the motion.
Elrond's fingers found what they were seeking and deeply probed and stimulated the source of her desire. Culurien arched her back sharply and cried out as he increased the pressure of his touch.
The force of her reaction took him by surprise as he lost his balance and slipped off the back end of the bench. She had thrown herself back at him during her climax and they both ended up under the water with her lying on top of him.
He struggled, trying to get to the surface. Culurien came up; gasping for air and Elrond was close after her. He made choking sounds, coughing up water. Culurien was better off, her dunking having been brief.
Elrond put his hands on the side of the pool and continued coughing, his lungs trying to expel the fluid.
"Elrond, Elrond," she cried, pounding him on the back. He pulled himself out of the pool and lay on the floor panting.
"Elrond!" she cried again, greatly distressed. He held up his hand, silencing her and coughed up more water.
"Lady," he gasped when he could finally speak. "You have near drowned me!"
Culurien got out of the pool and returned to him with towels. She wrapped one around herself and with the other, dried those parts of him that she could reach.
Elrond stood, wrapping the towel around his slender hips. He contemplated her for a moment, his hands pushing his wet hair back off his face.
"Well, that certainly dampened our ardor," he said with a wry smile.
Culurien was close to tears. "I am so sorry."
His sarcasm melted as he took her in his arms. "It is all right, do not fret."
"For a moment I thought I had killed you," she said, the tears quietly rolling down her face.
"Hush, little one, hush." He stroked her wet hair, holding her tightly.
After a short while, he released her and sat on the edge of the bed. "We should begin again, perhaps? This seems to be a more secure platform."
Culurien eyed the bed doubtfully, judging how easily one could roll off and hit the floor. She removed some pillows and blankets from it and placed them on the carpet in front of the fire.
"Here," she indicated.
Elrond smiled. "That will work."
They made themselves comfortable among the cushions and covers, lying in each other's arms. They watched the flickering flames as they gave each other small, soft caresses and kisses. It was not long before their pulses quickened once again. Their kisses grew longer and their touches grew more intimate.
Culurien lay on her back as Elrond moved his mouth down her neck. His tongue traced the swell of her breasts and he nestled his head there, his mouth gently exploring. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensations that washed over her.
Elrond's tongue had found her navel and was gently probing the indentation, never leaving it as he shifted his position, placing his knees between her thighs. His mouth continued its soft, heated journey as he spread her legs apart.
Culurien gasped at the touch of his tongue, hot waves of pleasure spreading through her. The feelings grew more intense and she started to wriggle around, not knowing if she wanted to escape from his touch or receive more.
Elrond chose for her, tightening his grip on her and increasing pressure. She cried out as the sensations exploded into fireworks of ecstasy.
Elrond could wait no longer, he was beyond ready. He came up on his knees and invaded her suddenly, urgently, with no warning. Culurien drew in her breath sharply.
He froze. "Pain?"
"No," she gasped. "Surprise. You are like hot iron."
He collected himself together for a moment. He looked into her eyes as he began a slow, gentle rocking motion. She sighed and put her arms around his ribcage, her legs locked around his hips, their bodies moving to the same rhythm. The heat began building in her once more.
He steeled together all of his willpower as he quickened the pace. Their breathing became rapid and shallow as they rushed, frantically toward the ultimate moment. Finally, Elrond rolled his eyes back and moaned, low in his throat, as his passion spent in a last frenzy of movement.
He let his body relax against her, waiting for the pounding in his chest to subside. He kissed her cheek, and then looked at her face.
"Linariel," he whispered. She made no response, her eyes were closed. Elrond became concerned.
"Culurien," he said, louder. She still did not respond. He laid his head on her chest, listening, and then opened her eyelids with his fingers. Sighing, he got up, taking the ewer from the table, he quickly crossed the room, filling it at the waterfall. He returned and knelt beside her, pouring the pitcher of water directly on her face. It was icy cold.
Culurien's eyelids fluttered and she started to choke. She moved to get away from the water. He continued to empty the jug over her head.
"Stay," she cried rolling away from him. "What are you doing?"
"I am avenged for the pool," he said, a small smile playing across his lips.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried, gathering up the blankets and wrapping them around her.
Elrond looked amused. "You fainted."
"How do you mean, fainted?" she asked.
"Fainted," he said. "Unconscious, passed out, swooned."
She snorted. "I do not faint."
"So you think," he answered. "You were entirely unaware."
"Why would I faint?"
"I know not," said Elrond. "Perhaps the intensity of our coupling was too much for you."
"Well, I can believe that," Culurien said. "Intense it was." She was quiet for a moment, and then a slightly wicked smile curved her lips. "Another bath?"
He looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"I will stay far away from you," she added helpfully.
He laughed, pulling her tight against him. "I would not want that for a moment."
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