Her breath was irregular, her chest heaving as her mind played out the
occurrence again and again and again, never ceasing it's torment. Elrond
watched from the chair at her bedside but his mind was straying far. He had
held Celebrian for hours as she cried, the life of their child, stilled
within her. How he had looked forward to being a father, bringing forth a
life, cherishing it as he nourished it with knowledge and skill and love.
Now he felt empty, as he was certain his wife must feel. Like everything he
had ever dreamed and believed had been crushed and was deemed no longer
important by those who were supposed to care.
Elrond arose form the chair, leaving his robe upon it so Celebrian would know that he would be back if she woke, and walked to the neglected training rooms of Imladris.
~*~
Gil-galad sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the moon light as he had neglected to light any candles. A single thought held his mind and would not leave him be…oddly enough, it was not of Elrond or ruling or anything else that usually occupies his mind.
'I couldn't do it…I saved middle earth from the hands of insanity and torment…and I couldn't save their child…'
Allowing a shaky breath freedom, Gil-galad got up and left his bed. He opened a closet that had remained closed for several hundred years and pulled out his mighty spear which had lain dormant since the last alliance in the darkness. Aeglos still shone as if it were newly forged and recently polished.
Gil-galad held it lightly then gripped it tightly in a sudden move, swinging it out and forward. A twisted smile of grim satisfaction came upon his face at the feeling of the age hardened wood in his hands.
Gil-galad walked with speed from his chambers.
~*~
A thick 'crack!' sounded as Elrond brought his two handed blade down on the training dummy. Yards of thick rope coiled around centuries old wood made it virtually impenetrable…though, the Lord of Imladris' abuse was testing that thought.
He didn't care how much noise he made or what angry shouts escaped his lips, he was furious. At anyone who could have stopped it, the Valar, Ilúvatar…Gil-galad?
His chest heaving, Elrond stopped to think about that, his sword rested upon the rope. Was he angry with Gil-galad?
'No, he had tried to stop it, he Did stop something much worse from happening to Celebrian…but maybe he didn't want to…that's why Glorfindel got so far…'
Elrond's face mangled aga9in and he brought the blade down on the dummy again.
'Don't be stupid, You're lucky Gil-galad happened on the scene when he did…unlike you…still in bed while one of your oldest friends tried to…'
A light cry that was more of a whimper escaped his lips as the blade made contact again.
'You should have seen what Glorfindel was before any of this happened, it's your fault that your child is dead and your wife…'
~*~
Gil-galad held Aeglos at his side comfortably, letting it move little as he walked. He reached the training rooms of Imladris to find the door open, sounds of sword use on a training dummy and anguished cries coming from within.
Pushing the door open a little more, Gil-galad whispered, "Elrond?" Very quietly and ran to his sides when he saw his state.
Elrond did not fight the embrace but continued, futilely, to swing his sword at the figure before him. Gil-galad hugged the younger elf's head to his chest as he knocked his sword to the ground skillfully with Aeglos. "Sen le car naeg or al…melethron…"
Elrond pushed him back, causing Gil-galad to land on the stone as he arose and lifted his sword to Gil-galad's throat. "Can enni ú le Melethron." He said coldly.
Gil-galad stared up in confusion.
"Tell me that you did all you could to save her! Tell me that you didn't do it to rid her from me!"
Gil-galad rolled to the side as Elrond's two handed sword came down, splitting the stone where Gil-galad's chest had once been.
"You've lost your mind Peredhil, stop this!" Gil-galad said in a hushed tone so as not to draw attention as Elrond's blade made for his head once more.
Gil-galad blocked the stroke with Aeglos and attempted to knock the sword from Elrond's hand again but didn't succeed, Elrond was far to enraged by what had happened and seemed bent on taking it on Gil-galad.
Clash after clash rang out from the elvish weapons as Elrond continued to try and lay waste to the High King. But gil-galad was as fast with Aeglos as he had been at the last alliance and blocked every hit aimed at him. Elrond, however, saw that he could not win by the speed of his blade alone and tackled Gil-galad, forcing his blade down on the High King's throat.
Gil-galad had moved Aeglos' spear point underneath the blade just in time and it now stood between Elrond's cold blade and it's master's throat.
Sweat beading on his forehead, Gil-galad yelled, "I didn't do all I could to save her! Because I didn't and if I was any kind of a King, any kind of a man…I would have been able to…"
Elrond's face turned from fury to blankness and he let up from Gil-galad's throat. Gil-galad let Aeglos fall from his grasp as his chest heaved. "And I'm sorry I couldn't save your child…"
Elrond looked upon his lover as though he couldn't believe it was he who had done the damage to him. Gil-galad sat up and made to wipe the blood from his shoulder where Elrond had nicked it but was stayed by Elrond's hand as it closed around the wound and his other brought his face to his own.
Elrond latched his mouth hungrily to Gil-galad's as his hand painfully kneaded the torn flesh. Despite his tiredness, Gil-galad responded to Elrond's tongue in kind as his hands probed under Elrond's tunic, now loose from the fight.
The heat from their fight made their excitement come through easily and Elrond was quick to remove Gil-galad's tunic so he could unclothe more interesting areas. He sat back upon Gil-galad's pelvis as he removed his tunic, causing both elves lengths to harden considerably more.
Elrond massaged Gil-galad's hard chest muscles when he reclaimed his mouth. He grinned mid-kiss when he felt Gil-galad's hands reaching for his trousers fastenings, fidgeting with them impatiently.
To his delight, it wasn't long before Elrond, his hand on Gil-galad's lower abdomen with the other on the cold stone of the floor just above Gil- galad's left shoulder, ground himself into Gil-galad. The High King allowed himself to be dominated as Elrond trailed his tongue around his nipple and suckled harshly but making the High King groan in pleasure rather than discomfort.
As Elrond teased him with his tongue, Gil-galad snaked his hands around his lover's waist and worked the flesh upward until his grinding motions upon the flesh served to push Elrond's mouth onto his more firmly.
Both climaxed at the same moment, pushing one another unceasingly forward upon the bare, cold stone, still in their trousers but without their tunics.
~*~
Galadriel awoke to the feel of light breathing upon her neck and a scent like that of Teleporn. Celeborn has his arm wrapped firmly about her as they lay upon their sides but, As Galadriel looked over her shoulder, she could see that Celeborn was disquieted, as though his mind was still troubled of things far away that had happened long ago.
Turning over, Galadriel shook him slightly, causing Celeborn's eyes to crack open a little to see who had awaken him. He glimpsed Galadriel for a moment before closing his eyes again. When Galadriel made and indignant sound and was about to speak, Celeborn put his fingers over her mouth before leaning over and kissing her.
"We have a few more hours before we must be up, sleep by my side…" He whispered, tickling her cheek before leaning his head back.
Galadriel looked at him for a few moments more before curling deeper into his embrace and wrapping her hands around his that encircled her.
~*~
"Elrond!"
~*~
Still where he had collapsed, mainly Gil-galad's chest, Elrond heard the call as clearly as one hears a lover's breath. His eyes shot open immediately as his head rose from Gil-galad's chest. The High King to had heard but stared wonderingly at Elrond. The younger elf looked down at his lover a moment as though he had done something horrible. Gil-galad's brows knitted together as Elrond quickly threw on his tunic and ran from the room, leaving his lover staring after him.
~*~
Elrond shuffled and puched past all the maids and healers that stood in his way until he was by his wife's side. He gripped her hand tightly and watched as her eyes fluttered open to see him.
"Im nauth im semé le an…"
Elrond let her hand drop as he slid his hands beneath her back and pulled her to his chest.
"I will never leave you…ever…"
Looking from the door way of the room, Gil-galad peered in at a picture he had seen only once before when his father said his last farewell t his mother. Neither had cried, they had only expressed something without words and yet, it had seemed like so much. Just as they expressed now, it seemed enough to fill an entire world to the King. This thought burned him as he left the door frame and headed for his own room, pondering all that could be and all that might be if things were different…if he weren't torn between tow paths…
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sen le car naeg or al melethron -Do not pain thee over this, lover
Can enni ú le Melethron -Call me not your lover
Im nauth im semé le an -I thought I lost thee too
Elrond arose form the chair, leaving his robe upon it so Celebrian would know that he would be back if she woke, and walked to the neglected training rooms of Imladris.
~*~
Gil-galad sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the moon light as he had neglected to light any candles. A single thought held his mind and would not leave him be…oddly enough, it was not of Elrond or ruling or anything else that usually occupies his mind.
'I couldn't do it…I saved middle earth from the hands of insanity and torment…and I couldn't save their child…'
Allowing a shaky breath freedom, Gil-galad got up and left his bed. He opened a closet that had remained closed for several hundred years and pulled out his mighty spear which had lain dormant since the last alliance in the darkness. Aeglos still shone as if it were newly forged and recently polished.
Gil-galad held it lightly then gripped it tightly in a sudden move, swinging it out and forward. A twisted smile of grim satisfaction came upon his face at the feeling of the age hardened wood in his hands.
Gil-galad walked with speed from his chambers.
~*~
A thick 'crack!' sounded as Elrond brought his two handed blade down on the training dummy. Yards of thick rope coiled around centuries old wood made it virtually impenetrable…though, the Lord of Imladris' abuse was testing that thought.
He didn't care how much noise he made or what angry shouts escaped his lips, he was furious. At anyone who could have stopped it, the Valar, Ilúvatar…Gil-galad?
His chest heaving, Elrond stopped to think about that, his sword rested upon the rope. Was he angry with Gil-galad?
'No, he had tried to stop it, he Did stop something much worse from happening to Celebrian…but maybe he didn't want to…that's why Glorfindel got so far…'
Elrond's face mangled aga9in and he brought the blade down on the dummy again.
'Don't be stupid, You're lucky Gil-galad happened on the scene when he did…unlike you…still in bed while one of your oldest friends tried to…'
A light cry that was more of a whimper escaped his lips as the blade made contact again.
'You should have seen what Glorfindel was before any of this happened, it's your fault that your child is dead and your wife…'
~*~
Gil-galad held Aeglos at his side comfortably, letting it move little as he walked. He reached the training rooms of Imladris to find the door open, sounds of sword use on a training dummy and anguished cries coming from within.
Pushing the door open a little more, Gil-galad whispered, "Elrond?" Very quietly and ran to his sides when he saw his state.
Elrond did not fight the embrace but continued, futilely, to swing his sword at the figure before him. Gil-galad hugged the younger elf's head to his chest as he knocked his sword to the ground skillfully with Aeglos. "Sen le car naeg or al…melethron…"
Elrond pushed him back, causing Gil-galad to land on the stone as he arose and lifted his sword to Gil-galad's throat. "Can enni ú le Melethron." He said coldly.
Gil-galad stared up in confusion.
"Tell me that you did all you could to save her! Tell me that you didn't do it to rid her from me!"
Gil-galad rolled to the side as Elrond's two handed sword came down, splitting the stone where Gil-galad's chest had once been.
"You've lost your mind Peredhil, stop this!" Gil-galad said in a hushed tone so as not to draw attention as Elrond's blade made for his head once more.
Gil-galad blocked the stroke with Aeglos and attempted to knock the sword from Elrond's hand again but didn't succeed, Elrond was far to enraged by what had happened and seemed bent on taking it on Gil-galad.
Clash after clash rang out from the elvish weapons as Elrond continued to try and lay waste to the High King. But gil-galad was as fast with Aeglos as he had been at the last alliance and blocked every hit aimed at him. Elrond, however, saw that he could not win by the speed of his blade alone and tackled Gil-galad, forcing his blade down on the High King's throat.
Gil-galad had moved Aeglos' spear point underneath the blade just in time and it now stood between Elrond's cold blade and it's master's throat.
Sweat beading on his forehead, Gil-galad yelled, "I didn't do all I could to save her! Because I didn't and if I was any kind of a King, any kind of a man…I would have been able to…"
Elrond's face turned from fury to blankness and he let up from Gil-galad's throat. Gil-galad let Aeglos fall from his grasp as his chest heaved. "And I'm sorry I couldn't save your child…"
Elrond looked upon his lover as though he couldn't believe it was he who had done the damage to him. Gil-galad sat up and made to wipe the blood from his shoulder where Elrond had nicked it but was stayed by Elrond's hand as it closed around the wound and his other brought his face to his own.
Elrond latched his mouth hungrily to Gil-galad's as his hand painfully kneaded the torn flesh. Despite his tiredness, Gil-galad responded to Elrond's tongue in kind as his hands probed under Elrond's tunic, now loose from the fight.
The heat from their fight made their excitement come through easily and Elrond was quick to remove Gil-galad's tunic so he could unclothe more interesting areas. He sat back upon Gil-galad's pelvis as he removed his tunic, causing both elves lengths to harden considerably more.
Elrond massaged Gil-galad's hard chest muscles when he reclaimed his mouth. He grinned mid-kiss when he felt Gil-galad's hands reaching for his trousers fastenings, fidgeting with them impatiently.
To his delight, it wasn't long before Elrond, his hand on Gil-galad's lower abdomen with the other on the cold stone of the floor just above Gil- galad's left shoulder, ground himself into Gil-galad. The High King allowed himself to be dominated as Elrond trailed his tongue around his nipple and suckled harshly but making the High King groan in pleasure rather than discomfort.
As Elrond teased him with his tongue, Gil-galad snaked his hands around his lover's waist and worked the flesh upward until his grinding motions upon the flesh served to push Elrond's mouth onto his more firmly.
Both climaxed at the same moment, pushing one another unceasingly forward upon the bare, cold stone, still in their trousers but without their tunics.
~*~
Galadriel awoke to the feel of light breathing upon her neck and a scent like that of Teleporn. Celeborn has his arm wrapped firmly about her as they lay upon their sides but, As Galadriel looked over her shoulder, she could see that Celeborn was disquieted, as though his mind was still troubled of things far away that had happened long ago.
Turning over, Galadriel shook him slightly, causing Celeborn's eyes to crack open a little to see who had awaken him. He glimpsed Galadriel for a moment before closing his eyes again. When Galadriel made and indignant sound and was about to speak, Celeborn put his fingers over her mouth before leaning over and kissing her.
"We have a few more hours before we must be up, sleep by my side…" He whispered, tickling her cheek before leaning his head back.
Galadriel looked at him for a few moments more before curling deeper into his embrace and wrapping her hands around his that encircled her.
~*~
"Elrond!"
~*~
Still where he had collapsed, mainly Gil-galad's chest, Elrond heard the call as clearly as one hears a lover's breath. His eyes shot open immediately as his head rose from Gil-galad's chest. The High King to had heard but stared wonderingly at Elrond. The younger elf looked down at his lover a moment as though he had done something horrible. Gil-galad's brows knitted together as Elrond quickly threw on his tunic and ran from the room, leaving his lover staring after him.
~*~
Elrond shuffled and puched past all the maids and healers that stood in his way until he was by his wife's side. He gripped her hand tightly and watched as her eyes fluttered open to see him.
"Im nauth im semé le an…"
Elrond let her hand drop as he slid his hands beneath her back and pulled her to his chest.
"I will never leave you…ever…"
Looking from the door way of the room, Gil-galad peered in at a picture he had seen only once before when his father said his last farewell t his mother. Neither had cried, they had only expressed something without words and yet, it had seemed like so much. Just as they expressed now, it seemed enough to fill an entire world to the King. This thought burned him as he left the door frame and headed for his own room, pondering all that could be and all that might be if things were different…if he weren't torn between tow paths…
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sen le car naeg or al melethron -Do not pain thee over this, lover
Can enni ú le Melethron -Call me not your lover
Im nauth im semé le an -I thought I lost thee too