His hand slipped ever closer to the place where Celebrian allowed Elrond's
hands alone to journey. "Be still." Glorfindel growled as he gripped her
flesh tightly in annoyance. "Enjoy the moment."
Celebrian ignored him, still trying to squirm free of his weight. Glorfindel was not happy when finally she did manage to free an arm and, skillfully, use it to lay a punch square into his jaw. This did not, however, knock him from her and Glorfindel took an equally harsh blow to her gut, winding Celebrian and preventing any further attack as Glorfindel moved his leg over her arm and regained control.
He continued with harsh kisses and the unwelcome exploration of her body with greater speed, anxious to conquer the flesh he had long lusted after. Celebrian became truly panicked when he rubbed his crotch against her belly. Feeling the hardness, she tried to fight but found herself weakened by the blow to her stomach. She sent a silent plea to the Lady believing no one else could help.
It was after she closed her eyes that she felt a great force but it did not come from Glorfindel nor was it directed towards her. "Naneth caredir meleth!" Half a second after those words were spoken by a strong and obviously angry voice, Celebrian felt Glorfindel's weight being lifted from her. She opened her eyes to see a tall figure, even by elven standards, who held an aura of strength and great power about himself.
Gil-galad leant next to Celebrian as soon as he saw that Glorfindel would not wake. He had seen what was happening, grabbed the nearest extremely heavy object, the harness for a carriage pulling horse in this case, and charged the younger elf.
"Are you alright, milady?" The High King asked as he helped her up gently, gentlemanly brushing off the strands of straw on her back and caught in her hair.
"Yes, thank you my Lord." She doubled over slightly with a hiss of pain from the bruise that was slowly forming on her abdomen. Gil-galad's brow furrowed and breathed deeply before sweeping an arm under her legs as well and hoisting her up into his arms. Celebrian was caught off guard and looked at him with half curiosity and half astonishment.
Gil-galad gave her a sheepish look. "I will…return you to your husband's healing hands…and deal with him…" He finished by casting a deadly look to Glorfindel who lay upon the floor next to the harness, virtually unmoving. He sighed and walked with Celebrian in his arms back into the house. Moments after the sound of the High King's footsteps could no longer be heard though, Glorfindel's form stirred and looked about cautiously. When he saw no one about, Glorfindel quickly slipped from the stable and ran into the surrounding forest.
"Are you alright? Ilúvatar help me, I should have come with you, I should've heard…" Elrond said into Celebrian's neck as he had her in a tight embrace. He had kissed her forehead, looked over all her wounds in a hurry, to afraid to imagine anything hurting her after Gil-galad had opened the door with Celebrian's assistance.
"Hush, melethron, you could not have foreseen this…" Celebrian grasped Elrond as tightly as he did her, glad of the safe arms and comforting words.
Gil-galad watched them a moment longer before slowly slipping out of the room. Nobody saw the tears slip from his eyes when he rounded the corner from their room.
'What am I doing? How can I do this…to them…' His thoughts screamed. He had stopped and looked for the first time. 'So happy…what can I offer him? No children, no love that any will understand…'
He had always been fond of Celebrian and seeing her lying hurt had angered him immensely and yet, he would have to turn that anger on himself and did when he saw her in Elrond's arms, relieved to be with the man she loved and who loved her.
'What will I do if I break her heart…break his?'
His cries and pleas were silent yet roared into the covers of his bed as he collapsed at it's side and drove his fist into it.
"Nî I rîn! How can you leave me with this? Have I not been faithful? Have I not served when called to do so?" He breathed out as his tears and hoarse voice would allow no more.
~`~`~`~`~
"Thank you…"
"Nothing would have kept me from coming to her aid, you know that."
Elrond did not look into Gil-galad's eyes, feeling the high King might notice the uncertainty in his eyes. Gil-galad stopped and pulled Elrond into the corner of the hall, laying a passionate kiss upon his lips.
"Go and be with her…"
"Are you certain?" He looked up at his lover. Gil-galad shrugged and kissed him once more.
"Stay away from my bed this night…"
Elrond watched as Gil-galad left him, wishing to run after but feeling that something more important drew him. The half-elf turned and went the other direction, his back facing the High King even as he looked back to see the younger elf walking away.
"I'm alright father, there seems nothing more anyone can ask me!" Celebrian smiled at her father and mother who were leaning over her, being overprotective and worried as parents always are with their children.
"You're certain my child?" Galadriel said as she wrapped her arms about her daughter's shoulders again. Celebrian leaned into it, soon joined by her father who hugged the women tightly.
"We must leave in the morning…but we can stay longer." He whispered to her so no one else save the three could hear.
Celebrian shook her head and pulled from them slightly. "I need to be with Elrond alone, it is with him that I must work this out." She looked oddly at her father when his eyes glazed over slightly and for a second, she did not recognize him. "Ada?"
Celeborn looked up and smiled reassuringly at her. He watched his daughter leave the room with Elrond before he felt eyes upon him.
"Celeborn…." He did not turn and Galadriel felt the cold chill of his very presence strike her.
"'Tis best if you pack tonight." Celeborn said ere he left the room quickly. Galadriel closed her eyes as she felt the sting of tears.
~`~`~`~`~
Celebrian's cry rang out through Imladris like the shrill tone of trumpets of war. Tears bled from her eyes as she clutched her abdomen while sitting up in their bed. Elrond held her tightly while trying to see what the problem was exactly. His answer came when the red liquid soaked through the sheets where they covered Celebrian's legs.
Elrond let out a sharp hiss of breath in panic and quickly lifted her from the sheets and went to the adjoining washroom.
Celeborn went quickly to the room he shared with Galadriel and fetched a long object, wrapped in a pure white cloth, and went abruptly out into the dusk of Imladris' forest.
~`~`~`~`~
Glorfindel watched the birds fly by with an absent mind but the hollowness of his eyes betrayed every angry notion that dwelled inside him. His position at the base of a tree gave him sufficient cover from the winds cold chill and he noticed nothing odd about the night.
Bare feet took in the stiff ground painfully but without sound. The gray cloak masked his very presence and his breathing was even, making no noise as it escaped his lips. The bow's string held the wood so perfectly that it did not groan in rejection to the action. The arrow sailed….
Glorfindel felt a sudden sting followed by an immense pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw the silver feathered arrow sticking clear out of his chest, allowing his blood to flow from the wound in spurts that accompanied every beat of his heart.
Gil-galad kissed Galadriel's hand ere he stood up, bowed his head and stood back. Celebrian hugged her mother and father as she always did, tears coming down her face without bar but no one would look at her as weak for that, not now. Elrond hugged Galadriel but dared not to come close to Celeborn.
Celebrian watched the entire situation with curiosity and worry but forgot about all tension playing about the air when she watched her parents mount and ride off.
Elrond held her as he always did when she was sad about seeing her parents go. She shook and did not watch them disappear over the horizon as she turned and buried her face in Elrond's chest, sobbing silently. Gil-galad turned away again, wishing not to see any displays of affection between anyone and being entirely uncomfortable around the Lord and Lady of Imladris now.
~`~`~`~`~
The escort of the Lord and Lady noticed that they did not ride in close proximity, not even close enough to speak with one another. Lord Celeborn was rigid in his saddle and his face was blank as he stared out over the land he loved so. Galadriel's eyes went constantly to Celeborn but hers were filled with emotion, her face, with anguish. The escort thought it was due to the tragedy at Imladris but they were curious as to why they did not speak rather than offer comfort.
~`~`~`~`~
"Here we cannot avoid each other…will you not speak with me?" Galadriel whispered as she brushed out her long golden hair, watching Celeborn exit the washroom that adjoined their bedroom in black silk pants and an white, undone night shirt.
They had been home for many hours and still they had said nothing. Puttering about their own room, even in the bathroom, they had said nothing to one another.
Celeborn seemingly ignored her question as he sat on his side of the bed and leaned with his elbows upon his knees. Galadriel saw the stress and pain taking it's toll upon his neck and shoulders and timidly crossed the room. She sat upon her side as well but slowly inched over to his.
Celeborn made no move nor any sound as his wife slipped her hands underneath the shirt with ease and begin to work the muscles. It was a while before she leaned over and kissed his shoulder, when nothing came from Celeborn, she continued. Galadriel finally forced him back so his torso rested in her lap and she claimed his mouth in her own.
Celeborn allowed it to happen as he had missed his wife's touch tremendously. He soon found that he could not deny it and pushed her back onto the mattress as he climbed atop her. Ere he went further, he stopped, his mouth next to her ear, eyes closed.
"Tell me you love only me…" He whispered, breathing raggedly.
"Le garn nîn gûr…" Galadriel whispered back, kissing his forehead.
They waited a moment and Galadriel felt Celeborn's muscles slacken as he began to kiss her again, allowing his hands to caress her body.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
Naneth caredir meleth-….Bad, bad, bad….the King has a good cuss vocabulary:)
Nî I rîn!-Damn the Lady!(kinda….)
Le garn nîn gûr-You own my heart
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
Sorry about the somewhat screwy division of different parts…this is still kind of a cliff hanger( how will El deal with the death of his unborn child? How will Celebrian deal with it? What will Gil choose to do about it all? All shall be answered on the next chapter of…millennia's of our elven lives:)
Review, I live off of them and it helps me support my plushie family:)
Celebrian ignored him, still trying to squirm free of his weight. Glorfindel was not happy when finally she did manage to free an arm and, skillfully, use it to lay a punch square into his jaw. This did not, however, knock him from her and Glorfindel took an equally harsh blow to her gut, winding Celebrian and preventing any further attack as Glorfindel moved his leg over her arm and regained control.
He continued with harsh kisses and the unwelcome exploration of her body with greater speed, anxious to conquer the flesh he had long lusted after. Celebrian became truly panicked when he rubbed his crotch against her belly. Feeling the hardness, she tried to fight but found herself weakened by the blow to her stomach. She sent a silent plea to the Lady believing no one else could help.
It was after she closed her eyes that she felt a great force but it did not come from Glorfindel nor was it directed towards her. "Naneth caredir meleth!" Half a second after those words were spoken by a strong and obviously angry voice, Celebrian felt Glorfindel's weight being lifted from her. She opened her eyes to see a tall figure, even by elven standards, who held an aura of strength and great power about himself.
Gil-galad leant next to Celebrian as soon as he saw that Glorfindel would not wake. He had seen what was happening, grabbed the nearest extremely heavy object, the harness for a carriage pulling horse in this case, and charged the younger elf.
"Are you alright, milady?" The High King asked as he helped her up gently, gentlemanly brushing off the strands of straw on her back and caught in her hair.
"Yes, thank you my Lord." She doubled over slightly with a hiss of pain from the bruise that was slowly forming on her abdomen. Gil-galad's brow furrowed and breathed deeply before sweeping an arm under her legs as well and hoisting her up into his arms. Celebrian was caught off guard and looked at him with half curiosity and half astonishment.
Gil-galad gave her a sheepish look. "I will…return you to your husband's healing hands…and deal with him…" He finished by casting a deadly look to Glorfindel who lay upon the floor next to the harness, virtually unmoving. He sighed and walked with Celebrian in his arms back into the house. Moments after the sound of the High King's footsteps could no longer be heard though, Glorfindel's form stirred and looked about cautiously. When he saw no one about, Glorfindel quickly slipped from the stable and ran into the surrounding forest.
"Are you alright? Ilúvatar help me, I should have come with you, I should've heard…" Elrond said into Celebrian's neck as he had her in a tight embrace. He had kissed her forehead, looked over all her wounds in a hurry, to afraid to imagine anything hurting her after Gil-galad had opened the door with Celebrian's assistance.
"Hush, melethron, you could not have foreseen this…" Celebrian grasped Elrond as tightly as he did her, glad of the safe arms and comforting words.
Gil-galad watched them a moment longer before slowly slipping out of the room. Nobody saw the tears slip from his eyes when he rounded the corner from their room.
'What am I doing? How can I do this…to them…' His thoughts screamed. He had stopped and looked for the first time. 'So happy…what can I offer him? No children, no love that any will understand…'
He had always been fond of Celebrian and seeing her lying hurt had angered him immensely and yet, he would have to turn that anger on himself and did when he saw her in Elrond's arms, relieved to be with the man she loved and who loved her.
'What will I do if I break her heart…break his?'
His cries and pleas were silent yet roared into the covers of his bed as he collapsed at it's side and drove his fist into it.
"Nî I rîn! How can you leave me with this? Have I not been faithful? Have I not served when called to do so?" He breathed out as his tears and hoarse voice would allow no more.
~`~`~`~`~
"Thank you…"
"Nothing would have kept me from coming to her aid, you know that."
Elrond did not look into Gil-galad's eyes, feeling the high King might notice the uncertainty in his eyes. Gil-galad stopped and pulled Elrond into the corner of the hall, laying a passionate kiss upon his lips.
"Go and be with her…"
"Are you certain?" He looked up at his lover. Gil-galad shrugged and kissed him once more.
"Stay away from my bed this night…"
Elrond watched as Gil-galad left him, wishing to run after but feeling that something more important drew him. The half-elf turned and went the other direction, his back facing the High King even as he looked back to see the younger elf walking away.
"I'm alright father, there seems nothing more anyone can ask me!" Celebrian smiled at her father and mother who were leaning over her, being overprotective and worried as parents always are with their children.
"You're certain my child?" Galadriel said as she wrapped her arms about her daughter's shoulders again. Celebrian leaned into it, soon joined by her father who hugged the women tightly.
"We must leave in the morning…but we can stay longer." He whispered to her so no one else save the three could hear.
Celebrian shook her head and pulled from them slightly. "I need to be with Elrond alone, it is with him that I must work this out." She looked oddly at her father when his eyes glazed over slightly and for a second, she did not recognize him. "Ada?"
Celeborn looked up and smiled reassuringly at her. He watched his daughter leave the room with Elrond before he felt eyes upon him.
"Celeborn…." He did not turn and Galadriel felt the cold chill of his very presence strike her.
"'Tis best if you pack tonight." Celeborn said ere he left the room quickly. Galadriel closed her eyes as she felt the sting of tears.
~`~`~`~`~
Celebrian's cry rang out through Imladris like the shrill tone of trumpets of war. Tears bled from her eyes as she clutched her abdomen while sitting up in their bed. Elrond held her tightly while trying to see what the problem was exactly. His answer came when the red liquid soaked through the sheets where they covered Celebrian's legs.
Elrond let out a sharp hiss of breath in panic and quickly lifted her from the sheets and went to the adjoining washroom.
Celeborn went quickly to the room he shared with Galadriel and fetched a long object, wrapped in a pure white cloth, and went abruptly out into the dusk of Imladris' forest.
~`~`~`~`~
Glorfindel watched the birds fly by with an absent mind but the hollowness of his eyes betrayed every angry notion that dwelled inside him. His position at the base of a tree gave him sufficient cover from the winds cold chill and he noticed nothing odd about the night.
Bare feet took in the stiff ground painfully but without sound. The gray cloak masked his very presence and his breathing was even, making no noise as it escaped his lips. The bow's string held the wood so perfectly that it did not groan in rejection to the action. The arrow sailed….
Glorfindel felt a sudden sting followed by an immense pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw the silver feathered arrow sticking clear out of his chest, allowing his blood to flow from the wound in spurts that accompanied every beat of his heart.
Gil-galad kissed Galadriel's hand ere he stood up, bowed his head and stood back. Celebrian hugged her mother and father as she always did, tears coming down her face without bar but no one would look at her as weak for that, not now. Elrond hugged Galadriel but dared not to come close to Celeborn.
Celebrian watched the entire situation with curiosity and worry but forgot about all tension playing about the air when she watched her parents mount and ride off.
Elrond held her as he always did when she was sad about seeing her parents go. She shook and did not watch them disappear over the horizon as she turned and buried her face in Elrond's chest, sobbing silently. Gil-galad turned away again, wishing not to see any displays of affection between anyone and being entirely uncomfortable around the Lord and Lady of Imladris now.
~`~`~`~`~
The escort of the Lord and Lady noticed that they did not ride in close proximity, not even close enough to speak with one another. Lord Celeborn was rigid in his saddle and his face was blank as he stared out over the land he loved so. Galadriel's eyes went constantly to Celeborn but hers were filled with emotion, her face, with anguish. The escort thought it was due to the tragedy at Imladris but they were curious as to why they did not speak rather than offer comfort.
~`~`~`~`~
"Here we cannot avoid each other…will you not speak with me?" Galadriel whispered as she brushed out her long golden hair, watching Celeborn exit the washroom that adjoined their bedroom in black silk pants and an white, undone night shirt.
They had been home for many hours and still they had said nothing. Puttering about their own room, even in the bathroom, they had said nothing to one another.
Celeborn seemingly ignored her question as he sat on his side of the bed and leaned with his elbows upon his knees. Galadriel saw the stress and pain taking it's toll upon his neck and shoulders and timidly crossed the room. She sat upon her side as well but slowly inched over to his.
Celeborn made no move nor any sound as his wife slipped her hands underneath the shirt with ease and begin to work the muscles. It was a while before she leaned over and kissed his shoulder, when nothing came from Celeborn, she continued. Galadriel finally forced him back so his torso rested in her lap and she claimed his mouth in her own.
Celeborn allowed it to happen as he had missed his wife's touch tremendously. He soon found that he could not deny it and pushed her back onto the mattress as he climbed atop her. Ere he went further, he stopped, his mouth next to her ear, eyes closed.
"Tell me you love only me…" He whispered, breathing raggedly.
"Le garn nîn gûr…" Galadriel whispered back, kissing his forehead.
They waited a moment and Galadriel felt Celeborn's muscles slacken as he began to kiss her again, allowing his hands to caress her body.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
Naneth caredir meleth-….Bad, bad, bad….the King has a good cuss vocabulary:)
Nî I rîn!-Damn the Lady!(kinda….)
Le garn nîn gûr-You own my heart
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
Sorry about the somewhat screwy division of different parts…this is still kind of a cliff hanger( how will El deal with the death of his unborn child? How will Celebrian deal with it? What will Gil choose to do about it all? All shall be answered on the next chapter of…millennia's of our elven lives:)
Review, I live off of them and it helps me support my plushie family:)