Be forewarned: If you are at all offended by consensual sex, read no further! For those of you who are not.if you have Wagner Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg overture.I recommend playing it..
Fanuiriel was consumed with excitement. Tonight would be the night! And neither the twins nor their august father would keep her from joining with the House of Elrond.

She smiled at Estel, who flushed clasped her hand and followed her lead.

"Where are we going?" he asked breathlessly.

"To a wonderful place, my Estel. A secret place I found where no one can find us."

Estel felt a tightening in his groin. Oh was tonight the night he was to be a stallion? He looked at Fanuiriel's excited face.

The two went out of the House and climbed paths to the lake up behind the main building. But Fanuiriel kept going, past the swans who glided quickly in silver ripples from the reed beds along the path.

Estel had only been up to the lake for swimming in high summer. It was too cold now.

Fanuiriel mentally tallied her preparations.

She had not been idle this day.

She had come upon the summerhouse in her recent restless wanderings.

It was small, just cozy enough for two. There was a broad couch and a table with two chairs. A beautiful view of the lake. A perfect place for dalliance.

Fanuiriel smiled. She could think of two couples who had used it recently.

Pulling the delighted Estel into the dark confines of the summerhouse, she let his hand go and quickly lit the strategically placed candles.

The newly engendered light glistened off a carafe of mead and two goblets on the table. The couch was draped with dark blue velvet and pillows piled up at one end. There were two vases of flowers and Fanuiriel had been woven a garland to hang about the archway.

Crushed rose petals littered the floor and the couch.

She turned to Estel, eyes shining. "Well, what do you think, my love?"

"I, oh Fanuiriel, this is so lovely! I have never seen anything like this." He twirled around and then picked up Fanuiriel laying her on the couch tenderly.

"Do you not want some mead, beloved?"

Estel, stopped, heart in his throat. She had called him beloved! He bent and kissed her passionately. "Your lips are all the mead I need.beloved." How wonderful to say that back to her!

Fanuiriel, not wanting anything to mar the conclusion of tonight's endeavor, decided that a slightly inebriated Estel would be more pliant.

"Come a glass of mead to toast our love."

"Well, when you put it like that." He immediately went to the carafe. In his eagerness, he almost knocked it over.

But quickly hiding his gaffe, he poured both of them generous glasses.

Ada did not usually let him have more than half a glass with dinner--- though on the Eve of Yule feast, he had been allowed a few glasses of watered down mead.

But he was a man now. And it was time he drank like a man!

With a grin, he looked into Fanuiriel's beautiful eyes and quickly emptied his goblet. He poured himself another, his eyes never leaving Fanuiriel's.

She smiled, sipping at hers.

Estel put down his empty goblet, his head spinning gently and took Fanuiriel's from her hand. Taking a slow sip from it, he smiled over the rim of the goblet.

Setting it down, he pulled Fanuiriel to him and began kissing her softly, just as she liked.

She responded with feathery kisses of her own. While she did so, she unbuttoned the front of the long blue robe he wore in imitation of his father and brothers.

Estel, excited by her movements, backed her into the couch, where she sat and grinned up at him.

He finished unbuttoning his robe and slipped out of the heavy silk. It fell with a rustle to the floor. He wore just a cotton tunic beneath and white leggings.

Fanuiriel pleased at the speed the seduction was moving along at, stood and slowly pulled her simple green gown off and with a slither of silk it joined Estel's robe.

Knowing that his eagerness was going to make this evening the success it was going to be---she was completely naked under her gown.

Time enough for slow disrobings when they were husband and wife.

Estel stared, heat rising and pooling between his legs. He shifted uncomfortably and Fanuiriel, not missing the bulge in his tights, lay down on the couch and held out her arms to him.

Estel, anxiety rising, took off his tunic and taking a deep breath, lay next to Fanuiriel and began to kiss her breasts eagerly.

Oh this felt so good! He put his arms around the she-elf and was so wrapped up in his kisses, he hissed loudly in surprise when Fanuiriel's hand slid down to his leggings and slowly untied them.

Estel went completely rigid as he concentrated on Fanuiriel's hands. His kisses trailed off into stillness.

They were everywhere. Undone by his feelings, Estel rolled away and lay back on the couch, his glazed expression watching the she-elf as she set him free from his leggings and then pulled them slowly down and off.

Fanuiriel paused and looked into her young lover's face.

Laying on him, she began to kiss him and move her hips slightly against his excitement as she adjusted herself. Once she was in position, she took Estel in hand and guided his hard length into her.

Estel put his hands on Fanuiriel's hips as she ground down with a groan, taking all of him into her.

He had never, never felt anything like this before!

But urgency was growing in him and without thinking, he rolled Fanuiriel under him and began to take the lead.

Fanuiriel, excited and thrilled, almost screamed out, "Yes!" when her passion peaked.

Estel amazed at his feeling of ecstasy, groaned loudly in Fanuiriel's hair.

So, this is what it felt like to be a stallion! Oh this was so wonderful, unbelievable, exciting..

His thoughts faded off as Fanuiriel intent on taking young Estel to passionate heights as many times as he was capable of this night, began to move beneath him again.

There would be no doubt, no question in anyone's mind.

Estel and she were married!

Fanuriel bit the young man's ear as he grew hard again.

The rising sun lit the two exhausted lovers with kindly golden light.

Awaking first, Fanuiriel bent and kissed her lover on the head and slipped out of his embrace. He mumbled but did not wake. Smiling, she pulled on her gown, took a swallow of mead and left the summerhouse.

She could not wait to tell Lord Elrond she and Estel were married!

But Fanuiriel had not known about the encroaching orcs or the injured Rangers.

After washing up and taking great care with her toilette, she took a deep breath and went to find Estel. They needed to do the announcement together, so there would be no doubt.

Estel was not in his rooms when she peeked in after receiving no answer from her knock. She was about to leave but decided as Estel's wife, she had every right to see his room.

But there was nothing of interest.

He had a few formal robes, neatly folded tunics and leggings. A few pair of scruffy boots, one pair of fairly nice ones.

Turning from the wardrobe, she idly fingered items on his bedside table. A book, a goblet, a chewed quill.

She glanced into his bathing room and saw with a smile towels bunched on the floor, a hair brush and a half-filled glass of water. A small vial, which when she sniffed, she smiled at the strong smell of attar of roses.

Shrugging, she returned to the room and left, after a lingering look at Estel's un-slept-in bed. It was big enough for both of them.

Fanuiriel grew more frustrated as the day went on.

Noticing that there was a great deal of hustle and bustle in the courtyard, she finally stopped an armored elf whose sister she was acquainted with.

"Ranalin, what is amiss? Why are you in armor? Battle practice?"

"No Fanuiriel, a large troop of orcs are moving south along the western foothills. We are going to meet them."

She nodded and the elf slipped past her on his way to the armory.

Frowning, the she-elf began to feel uneasy.

Would Estel be called to fight?

Surely Lord Elrond would not send such a young one out to fight.

"But Ada please! You've heard what Glorfindel has said! I am good at both archery and sword-play."

Estel turned to look at the blond elven lord.

"Please Glorfindel, tell Ada I am ready! How will I ever be able to improve if I don't actually have a chance to use my skills."

Both elf lords remained quiet, Glorfindel knowing this was Elrond's decision.

"Estel, if I send you, you must stay with the second wave of troops. Yes, you do need some experience with actual fighting. But you will do as I say, all right? No heroics? You will take direction only from Glorfindel and the twins."

Relieved he would at least get to SEE some orcs, Estel nodded, afraid to say anything that might get his Ada to change his mind.

Besides, he WAS a man! His Ada just didn't know yet! He glanced up at the level gaze of his father and smiled slightly. This would just give him another chance to prove it. And wouldn't Fanuiriel be proud of him!

Elrond, though his heart misgave him, decided that with the twins and Glorfindel, Estel should be well guarded, especially since the second wave would probably not be needed. And it would be a good lesson in how large numbers were utilized in a skirmish.

His glance fell on Estel excitedly telling Glorfindel about his recent archery scores.

He too had been that eager to slay orcs at his age.

Sighing he arched an eyebrow at his old friend who nodded and shepherded Estel out of the study.

Seating himself before the morning's work, Elrond sighed deeply. He was hoping he would have no cause to regret his decision.