"Ahh! Melethron!" Celebrian cried out as Elrond's hands trailed lower.
Elrond brought his face to hers and smile before he kissed her and
continued to explore her body. He thought of how lucky he was to have his
wife, he did truly love her. Thoughts of how much his relationship with Gil-
galad would harm her entered his mind and he attacked her flesh hungrily as
he pushed them away.
As she continued to moan, Elrond worked his way down so that his head was giving attention to her abdomen. His hands trailed up along her body and eventually, brought her knee up to his side.
"You are beautiful…" Elrond said but Celebrian was to far past speech so she merely pressed his head closer to her belly.
Gil-galad awoke from his half-sleep and placed his hand out to his side, hoping to catch Elrond's form. Sighing when he did not, he dressed in his trousers alone and exited his room. Ereinion went from his room down the hall to the large window and looked out over the Misty Mountains. Hearing the moans of the Lady of Imladris coming from the room she shared with Elrond made him fume and storm from the hall.
He found the feel of the Autumn air on his chest refreshing but it was still not enough to take his mind from the fact that his lover shared the bed of another not long after they had done so. His growl, very un-elven in sound, caused a flock of birds to fly from the tree tops above him. The sound of many other animals scurrying away could be heard as his fist made a splitting sound when it collided with a statue in the garden of Imladris.
"Habar to e!" He shouted out angrily as another crack was heard, though it was unknown if it came from the knuckles of the King or the stone of the statue. Ereinion continued to lay a beating on the statue as a light approached him from behind. Being to consumed by his rage, it took the fair Lady's hand upon his sweat covered shoulder to make him turn.
Galadriel looked from his eyes quickly to his hands, covered in blood, then to the statue, which had sizeable cracks in it that emanated from a singular spot. She took his hand in hers and led him from the garden.
Sitting on a chair in one of the many halls of Imladris, the King allowed her to bandage his hand but did not speak as he waited for her first words. She delicately wrapped the gauze around his knuckles and looked up, into his eyes, deep enough to see his soul.
"What have you done?" Gil-galad averted his eyes.
"It was not I alone…"
Galadriel gave him a smile that was teasing and mysterious, much as she was.
"The blame cannot fall on one alone, was that not what you said to me so long ago?" He clenched his bandaged fist as she started on the next and smiled in memories of a time that was long passed but one of the best in his life, so mush less confusing than this….
"You were the one who ended it, for his love. My taking the blame was to lessen the harm upon yourself."
Galadriel tightened the bandage abruptly and caused the King to grimace.
"I had no right to do to you what I did, you were so much younger than I."
"I said I didn't care. You know you left for him." Galadriel grew impatient and angry.
"Be glad I did, it certainly allowed you the time to covet my daughters husband." The eyes of both ancient elves turned deadly, but Ereinion's held a sense of fear. "I knew long ago, MY King," she said mockingly, "and I have stood by for the sake of my daughter's heart…and his." Gil-galad ripped his hand from hers quickly and stood.
"I love him…"
"You will break him." He turned from her then and thundered off.
"When did you arrive!" Celebrian's happy squeal echoed out from the hall as she embraced her father.
"Last night, we meant to come sooner, but the passes are getting more dangerous every year. That is why we have come." Celeborn said to her as a grim look came over his face. He saw Gil-galad and Elrond come in and grinned deeply at them.
"My King, my son and my daughter, I am blessed." Gil-gald smiled as Celeborn took his arm. Apparently, Galadriel still did not wish to harm her daughter.
"Come, old friend, we have much to talk about." Celeborn followed him, completely unaware of the harsh feelings the King harbored for him. For his steeling of his first….
Elrond followed as well, never far from any discussion in his house.
"He's moving out from Mordor? Are you certain?" Ereinion asked in disbelief. Celeborn looked deeply troubled.
"Gondor stands no more…" both Gil-galad and Elrond looked at their feet at those words. They had hoped to preserve the line of the Kings of men for the memory of Elros if nothing more.
"Orcs flood the lands and they come closer to our lands more and more each day."
The King arose and cursed as he looked out the window. "If the second born had not been so stubborn and asked for help, this might have been avoided…. It matters not, we shall drive them back, they have, by now, grown overly confident in their abilities as has Sauron." Elrond and Celeborn looked up and thought about the Kings words. It was true that while the race of men had been decaying, the race of elves had been growing stronger and the possibility that they held strength enough to fight the dark Lord was evident.
"Let us ponder it ere we make any decisions."
Ereinion nodded his head as Celeborn excused himself, no doubt to go and discuss the matters with Galadriel.
Elrond waited for him to leave before locking the door, going to his lover's side and wrapping his arms around him. "If this is what you choose, you must not go."
Gil-galad placed his hands over the younger elf's.
"I am their King, I will not abandon them to Sauron's wrath."
Elrond leaned his head against Gil-galad's neck and whispered to him, "It is not abandonment, it is for survival. The last time you faced him, you nearly lost your life…I still remember your face, twisted and torn…."
Gil-galad turned and embraced him, smoothing his hair with his hand as he did so. "I will not fall, not by him. Not while you are still here to take in my arms…."
Elrond's face was pushed up slightly by his lover's finger and a kiss was placed upon his lips.
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Habar to e!-He is mine!
OK, next part, yes I'm continuing because there's a story line behind this slash fic that I feel is worth exploring, so bite me if you don't like it. Oh, but a big thanks to all who are encouraging me to go on(Krist, Case, Woman of the Dunedain, and of course, Nemis) and a special thanks to the protector of this ficlet, Woman of the Dunedain, this coming even after I insulted her precious(which I shall never do again for fear of my life:)
As she continued to moan, Elrond worked his way down so that his head was giving attention to her abdomen. His hands trailed up along her body and eventually, brought her knee up to his side.
"You are beautiful…" Elrond said but Celebrian was to far past speech so she merely pressed his head closer to her belly.
Gil-galad awoke from his half-sleep and placed his hand out to his side, hoping to catch Elrond's form. Sighing when he did not, he dressed in his trousers alone and exited his room. Ereinion went from his room down the hall to the large window and looked out over the Misty Mountains. Hearing the moans of the Lady of Imladris coming from the room she shared with Elrond made him fume and storm from the hall.
He found the feel of the Autumn air on his chest refreshing but it was still not enough to take his mind from the fact that his lover shared the bed of another not long after they had done so. His growl, very un-elven in sound, caused a flock of birds to fly from the tree tops above him. The sound of many other animals scurrying away could be heard as his fist made a splitting sound when it collided with a statue in the garden of Imladris.
"Habar to e!" He shouted out angrily as another crack was heard, though it was unknown if it came from the knuckles of the King or the stone of the statue. Ereinion continued to lay a beating on the statue as a light approached him from behind. Being to consumed by his rage, it took the fair Lady's hand upon his sweat covered shoulder to make him turn.
Galadriel looked from his eyes quickly to his hands, covered in blood, then to the statue, which had sizeable cracks in it that emanated from a singular spot. She took his hand in hers and led him from the garden.
Sitting on a chair in one of the many halls of Imladris, the King allowed her to bandage his hand but did not speak as he waited for her first words. She delicately wrapped the gauze around his knuckles and looked up, into his eyes, deep enough to see his soul.
"What have you done?" Gil-galad averted his eyes.
"It was not I alone…"
Galadriel gave him a smile that was teasing and mysterious, much as she was.
"The blame cannot fall on one alone, was that not what you said to me so long ago?" He clenched his bandaged fist as she started on the next and smiled in memories of a time that was long passed but one of the best in his life, so mush less confusing than this….
"You were the one who ended it, for his love. My taking the blame was to lessen the harm upon yourself."
Galadriel tightened the bandage abruptly and caused the King to grimace.
"I had no right to do to you what I did, you were so much younger than I."
"I said I didn't care. You know you left for him." Galadriel grew impatient and angry.
"Be glad I did, it certainly allowed you the time to covet my daughters husband." The eyes of both ancient elves turned deadly, but Ereinion's held a sense of fear. "I knew long ago, MY King," she said mockingly, "and I have stood by for the sake of my daughter's heart…and his." Gil-galad ripped his hand from hers quickly and stood.
"I love him…"
"You will break him." He turned from her then and thundered off.
"When did you arrive!" Celebrian's happy squeal echoed out from the hall as she embraced her father.
"Last night, we meant to come sooner, but the passes are getting more dangerous every year. That is why we have come." Celeborn said to her as a grim look came over his face. He saw Gil-galad and Elrond come in and grinned deeply at them.
"My King, my son and my daughter, I am blessed." Gil-gald smiled as Celeborn took his arm. Apparently, Galadriel still did not wish to harm her daughter.
"Come, old friend, we have much to talk about." Celeborn followed him, completely unaware of the harsh feelings the King harbored for him. For his steeling of his first….
Elrond followed as well, never far from any discussion in his house.
"He's moving out from Mordor? Are you certain?" Ereinion asked in disbelief. Celeborn looked deeply troubled.
"Gondor stands no more…" both Gil-galad and Elrond looked at their feet at those words. They had hoped to preserve the line of the Kings of men for the memory of Elros if nothing more.
"Orcs flood the lands and they come closer to our lands more and more each day."
The King arose and cursed as he looked out the window. "If the second born had not been so stubborn and asked for help, this might have been avoided…. It matters not, we shall drive them back, they have, by now, grown overly confident in their abilities as has Sauron." Elrond and Celeborn looked up and thought about the Kings words. It was true that while the race of men had been decaying, the race of elves had been growing stronger and the possibility that they held strength enough to fight the dark Lord was evident.
"Let us ponder it ere we make any decisions."
Ereinion nodded his head as Celeborn excused himself, no doubt to go and discuss the matters with Galadriel.
Elrond waited for him to leave before locking the door, going to his lover's side and wrapping his arms around him. "If this is what you choose, you must not go."
Gil-galad placed his hands over the younger elf's.
"I am their King, I will not abandon them to Sauron's wrath."
Elrond leaned his head against Gil-galad's neck and whispered to him, "It is not abandonment, it is for survival. The last time you faced him, you nearly lost your life…I still remember your face, twisted and torn…."
Gil-galad turned and embraced him, smoothing his hair with his hand as he did so. "I will not fall, not by him. Not while you are still here to take in my arms…."
Elrond's face was pushed up slightly by his lover's finger and a kiss was placed upon his lips.
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Habar to e!-He is mine!
OK, next part, yes I'm continuing because there's a story line behind this slash fic that I feel is worth exploring, so bite me if you don't like it. Oh, but a big thanks to all who are encouraging me to go on(Krist, Case, Woman of the Dunedain, and of course, Nemis) and a special thanks to the protector of this ficlet, Woman of the Dunedain, this coming even after I insulted her precious(which I shall never do again for fear of my life:)