See first chap for disclaimers

My Mom called me a Hobbit the other day, said I would never move out of the house.

Oh, well. I guess it's kind of true. My Dad's feet look like hobbit feet without the hair.

Isa: Yeah, I pretty much think that Galadriel wears the pants so to speak, but with married couples they sort of have their own way of working things out. Not that it matters as you'll see ;)

Lossen. : Sorry, I was feeling lazy and didn't type out your whole name. Well more Elrond in this chapter just for you.

A/N: I wasn't going to do this, but my deranged muse came to visit me. She's very scary and makes me do things I don't expect to do.

Umm. Things get a little intense toward the end, but I think I'm still within my pg-13 rating. E-mail me if you think not.

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    Celeborn stared out at the golden forest. He'd forgotten how stubborn his wife could be. Even when her daughter was supposed dead, she still would not even talk about it. She would not see reason. Even the harmless hypothetical questions he would bring up to her were met with the strongest of her steel will.

    Cold was not normally a word he would use to describe her, but it fit whenever he mentioned the thought of Celebrian being happy with Elrond. She treated the mere idea that she could have found some joy with him as unessential.

    When he'd gone so far as to say that her plan did very little good as her daughter died anyway, she'd thrown him out of their bedroom. He'd been locked out for about four weeks now. She'd not spoken a word to him since. He shook his head. At least Elrond was happy.

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    Glorfindel fought off a wave of petty anger. When had he been demoted to errand boy? Sure relations with Mirkwood had been a bit strained since Celebrian's "death," but did he really have to oversee this mission? Couldn't some lesser elf been assigned the illustrious job of bringing some rare medicinal herbs to Thranduil's healers?

   NO, of course not. They needed to keep up happy faces with their lesser kindred. Worthless little army that they were. Stupid Elrond, why couldn't he go if it was so all fired important? Stupid Thranduil, why couldn't he jump off a cliff and pretend to die?

    Glorfindel stopped in mid rant. He was starting sound like a bad copy of a brooding Elrond. Maybe a little jaunt through the forest would be good. After all, it had been a while since he'd been able to talk with some ladies. Mirkwood might not be the highest class place, but if memory served, the female population was sufficiently elven beautiful.

   As he neared the small entourage he was guiding towards Mirkwood, he saw Celebrian there to wish him well along with Elrond and some other elves. A smile crossed his lips. He was going to enjoy this.

Elrond stepped forward. "Safe journey, Glorfindel. May your trip be speedy, and your return faster."

Glorfindel nodded, but instead of going to his horse, he headed over to Celebrian.

"Farewell, My Lady. I fear I shall not see thee in too many nights for me to stand. Yet, those nights shall be warmed by the mere thought of your fair eyes and fairer mouth." With that, Glorfindel soundly kissed Celebrian on the lips.

   Quickly, he mounted his horse and left, secure in the knowledge that Elrond was now angrier than he, and that no one would think poorly of him as he had, had many dramatic goodbyes with many women over the years.

Celebrian stood in shock for a moment before tossing a challenging smile over at Elrond. She could practically see the storm clouds rolling in on his face. It had been a while since Glorfindel had challenged Elrond in such a manner. Surely, he knew that it was a mere joke, that Glorfindel had no such designs.

   She began to question her assumption when no answering twinkle arose from her lover, but instead his air became authoritative. He refused to look her in the eye. Fine then. Two could play that game, and she had been raised by the Lady Galadriel. Elrond hadn't even begun to imagine how icy she could be.

   One of the maidens began to question her about Glorfindel.

Raising her voice Celebrian replied in a dreamy voice, "He is so very romantic, his lips are like the softness of leaves in spring."

Watching Elrond for a reaction, Celebrian mused she should have been an archer. She had perfect aim. The stiffening shoulders proved it. Well, if he couldn't trust her and his own best friend, he deserved to be miserable for a while. With a final glance towards him, she wandered off towards the gardens.

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   Five days later, Elrond sat brooding in his library. Celebrian refused to talk to him. She was being distant. And she was being distant on purpose. So, he had a little spurt of jealousy towards Glorfindel. Just because he wanted to rip his ears off and use them for target practice didn't mean that she should be mad at him. Why did she think the act funny? Shouldn't she have been embarrassed or angry for the liberty taken? Unless Glorfindel truly did kiss that good.

Maybe he wasn't good enough for her. Perhaps his kisses were clumsy. He'd always been a tad shy towards the opposite sex when it came to those matters. The first time Glorfindel took a lady out, she'd talked about their date for weeks. The first time Elrond had taken a lady out, she complained that he talked about history for what seemed like weeks.

He moped harder. It wasn't that he really thought either had any interest in each other. It was just that he hated the feeling of being inadequate. Glorfindel in one breath and a kiss had electrified the whole crowd with buzzing. He'd been stealing kisses and late night talks for years with Celebrian and the amount of buzz that had created could have been overpowered by a fly.

To top it all off, Celebrian thought he thought that she had been cheating on him with Glorfindel. Now, she was teaching him a "lesson."

Pride or Celebrian? It was a difficult choice. Admitting he felt second, scratch that, fifth best would probably cause Celebrian to laugh at him, but she would be friendly instead of hostile. On the other hand, he could wait until she felt he had learned his lesson and she returned to being friendly. The second option could take years. Pride loses.

Mustering up all of his courage, he went to find her.

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Half an hour later, Elrond was not in a good mood. The weather was turning nasty, and apparently, Celebrian had gone for a walk out in his woods earlier in the day. She had not yet returned. Grabbing a cloak, he went out to search for her.

Celebrian sighed. Never was she going to go exploring while mad again. She hadn't noticed either the time or the scenery pass by as she was out thinking about how stubborn Elrond was. Stubborn, she was one to talk. In any case, when she felt the first drops of rain, she began to head back, only to find that she couldn't even remember getting to where she was.

    Two hours later, she was soaked. Her dress was clinging to her. On the bright side, she had found a familiar path and was on her way back to the house. Given the weather, it would probably take another hour to reach it.

    The trees around her whipped violently around in the storm. The lightening occasionally giving glimpses of shadows that did not truly exist. It reminded her greatly of the last time she had seen Elrond.

   Deep as she was in thought, she screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. In less than ten seconds, the owner of the hand was on the ground, her knee firmly planted at the base of his neck.

"I did not know your father taught you so well." Elronds voice croaked out.

Celebrian gasped and helped him up. "What are you doing out here? You should be inside."

"So should you." Elrond replied.

"I came looking for you." He continued in a more timid voice. "I was worried."

Despite herself, Celebrian felt the coldness in her melt. One little wounded lamb look from him, and she was wrapped around his little half-elven finger.

"You're wet." She said, her voice soft with concern.

"And, you are soaking. Here take this." Elrond quickly removed his cloak and placed it on her shoulders.

About to protest, Celebrian stopped. He looked even more adorable without his cloak on, standing there, getting drenched. She smiled his cloak was warm and dry. Judging by the look in his eyes, he had come to beg forgiveness. Given how he looked at the moment, she would make him beg later.

Gently, she placed her lips against his. Two seconds later, she was being kissed like it would be the last time he would ever touch her.

Breaking away she looked at him speechless. What had possessed him?

"Tell me, was Glorfindel better?"

 So that was it. Trying to prove himself.

"I believe I would need more information than what you gave me. Perhaps you should try again. I was not truly concentrating."

Elrond took the invitation eagerly, breaking off only because of a strong gust of hard rain.

"I think we must return, Celebrian."

She linked her arm with his, and they trekked to the house.

An hour and several stories later, they were sitting in his library sipping on hot tea.

Celebrian had changed into dry clothes while Elrond went to the kitchen to make the tea. Now he was sitting there soaking wet while she was perfectly comfortable.

"Elrond, don't you think that you should change? I'm sure your upholstery would thank you."

"I would rather spend the time with you."

"And I would rather you were comfortable. Why don't I go with you? We can still talk while you change. I promise I won't look."

"The problem with ladies is that they keep their promises. Very well, would you care to escort me?"

She smiled radiantly at him and took his arm. Quickly they darted to his room so as not to be seen.

She giggled and sat down at his desk and rifled through his papers while he moved to change.

"Elrond, do you need so many desks? How can you possibly use them all?"

"I could ask the same of you and your dresses, but I know better."

"Oh you… Oh!" Her voice trailed off as she turned instinctively around. Thankfully, Elrond dressed fast, but his tunic still remained on its hanger.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment. She closed her eyes and turned back around.

"Even the tips of your ears are red." His voice rumbled right next to her.

She felt his hand brush her hair away seconds before he gently nipped at the tip of her ear.

She jumped out of her chair faster than the lightening striking out side the window.

"I…I think I must go now."

His arm wrapped itself around her waist before she could reach his door.

"Stay." He said, before his lips reclaimed the ear they had been working on earlier.

"Elrond." Her voice wavered as he pulled her closer to him his lips working their way down her neck.

She whimpered slightly when he reached the base of her neck.

"Stay with me." He said as he released her.

She was being given a choice. She looked at him and walked to the door.

And locked it.

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The trees of the Golden forest reverberated with energy, reflecting the mood of its mistress. Galadriel was searching for her husband, and she was not happy.

  She had been awoken by the feelings of intense desire and longing. She had quickly surmised that they were not her feelings, so she immediately thought of her husband. The letch! She was going to kill him if he was doing what she thought he was.

Dimly, she could feel the voices in her head.  She was slightly confused; she could not remember a time when Celeborn had that particular excited timbre in his voice. He had always been a bit passive and steady. He would fight and fight well, but he had always preferred to follow Galadriel around instead of being aggressive.

Galadriel stopped in her tracks. She had made out one word before the voices went silent. Her anger flew into a full blown rage. Celeborn should have been so lucky as to have been having an affair. For this hidden secret was much worse. The word she had made out was 'Elrond.'