Piles of thank-yous to all readers and reviewers!!  This has been a very fun story to write, I am glad so many are enjoying it!  Hmm, no questions really, I see.  Except for Gwilwilith, who is confused about the dream.  Well, I would love to elaborate but that would be a spoiler! So, in the mean time, draw your own conclusions ;)

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Imladris Revisited

By: DLR 2002

Disclaimer: Characters mostly owned by JRR Tolkien

Elrond/OFC

Rated: R sexual situations

Chapter 16

They lived two lives, friendly acquaintances by day, passionate lovers by night.  There were just a few people privy to their secret.  Lindir, whose only reaction was a raise of his eyebrow and a new discretion in his manner whenever Culurien was in Elrond's chamber, and Glorfindel, who now wore a very beautiful ring that once belonged to Thingol, King of Doriath.

Glorfindel had taken the news with great delight, slapping Elrond on the back, shaking his hand vigorously, beside himself with glee.

"Why are you so happy?" asked Elrond, somewhat embarrassed.

Glorfindel grinned.  "It is a monumental achievement for you."

"From your manner, one would think you had achieved it," said Elrond, dryly.

"So I did, in a way," he responded.  "If not for my exceptional wisdom, the event would not have come to pass."  He smiled happily.  "Perhaps I will acquire a new reputation as a giver of good advice to the lovelorn."

"You are giving advice to the lovelorn, Glorfindel?" asked Arwen, poking her head around the half-opened door of her father's study.

"Well yes, I . . ." began Glorfindel.  Elrond, who was standing next to him, stepped firmly on his foot. Glorfindel covered up an exclamation of pain with a bright smile.

". . .  have some experience in that area," he said.  "May I be of any assistance to you, Lady Arwen?"

Arwen looked at her father, who in turn was looking at Glorfindel, scowling.

"Nay, I think not," she answered wisely, "I am not in any need of it.  My goodness," she continued.  "What a beautiful ring!"

"Thank you," responded Glorfindel.  "It was a pres . . . heirloom of my house only just recently passed down to me.  Your father had it in his keeping."

"Why on Arda would you have had it, Adar?" asked Arwen.  "You and Glorfindel are not of the same descent."

"Many heirlooms are left in trust with me, Undómiel," Elrond said quickly.  "Consider the Hall of Kings."

"But why wait until now to give it to Glorfindel?" she persisted.

"He forgot," said Glorfindel.

Elrond blinked at him.  Glorfindel shrugged.

Arwen gave him a keen look.  "You have been very preoccupied lately, Ada."

"Yes, indeed I have and I apologize to you, Undómiel, I have neglected you shamefully," said Elrond, very contritely.

Arwen looked from one of them to the other.  "There is some hidden joke here that escapes me."

Elrond and Glorfindel both managed to look very innocent.

"No indeed," said Elrond, taking her by the arm and dismissing Glorfindel with a curt nod of his head.  Glorfindel slipped out and shut the door before Arwen could even notice he was gone.

"Did you have a reason for seeking me out, Undómiel?" 

"No," said she.  "I merely had not seen much of you lately."

"Well, how can you expect to see me if you spend all of your time alone, in your chambers?"

"I am sorry," she said.  "I have had much need for private thought."

"Any thing you wish to share with me?" he asked quickly.

She considered a moment.  "I think not, nothing pressing."

"Well then, feel free to come to me with any problems," he said, "my door is always open to you."

With that, he led her to the door, opening it.  He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Pleasant dreams," he said, ignoring the confused expression on her face.  He guided her gently out, and then closed the door behind her.

Elrond looked across the room to the door that connected to his bed chamber.  It was slightly ajar and he could perceive a bright green eye peering through it.

"I believe we are alone," he murmured.

"Finally," Culurien said as she came into the room.  It was some time before they spoke again, their lips being otherwise occupied.

"I feel terrible keeping this a secret from her," Culurien said to Elrond's neck.

"As do I," he whispered to her hair.

"Are you certain we cannot tell her?" she asked his shoulder as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"My vision is cloudy in this matter," he said to her cleavage, "but I do not feel she will take it well."

"I do not want her to resent me," she said to the top of his head.

"It is best to be discreet for now," he said to one of her breasts.

"She is not dense, she will catch on eventually," Culurien said to Elrond's forehead.

"She is preoccupied with Estel," he said firmly to her nipple.

"I thought that was a bad thing," she said to Elrond's hair.

"He will be away for many years," he said to her other breast, "so why fret about it now?"

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder?" she asked the tip of his nose.

He looked up from his kneeling position on the floor. "Culurien, you will get lines on your face from worry if you go on."

"I cannot help myself," she said as he pulled her dress the rest of the way down.

"What are you more worried about, Arwen and Estel, or Arwen knowing about us?" he earnestly addressed her thighs as he lifted her shift.

"Worried about?" she asked, her eyes glazing over as she sighed in pleasure.  "I have no worries at all."

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