His tongue is in my mouth. I listen to an inner music, I move on him, I touch him. He opens the clasps of my armour. It falls on my toes and I don't care.
The siege has been long. Barad-Dur is strong.
His kiss is full of passion, but I know why he keeps his eyes closed. He is thinking about his wife.
Perhaps I should never have agreed to share a tent with Celeborn. Elbereth, how I was innocent!
But I don't want to stop. I can deny him nothing. He pushes me down to the bed, his bed, the softer one. Now he kisses my neck. My fingers are tangled in his hair, I feel clumsy. But that's far from all I feel. I burn.
My eyes remain wide open.
Soon we are naked. He enters me.
Long have you fought for this, my love! You have held siege around me, and I have known no peace for five years. Finally my gates are opened for you to enter. I am humble under you. I burn, I fall, I crumble in your hands. I surrender!
Celeborn, my fair lord, open your eyes! Do not fall asleep, stop dreaming! Forget all but this moment. Hold me.
I burn.
He opens his eyes, he smiles, he kisses me. Too tenderly, as if a butterfly had brushed my lips.
I climb on his body, I wrestle him. I am eager, I am hard, I am merciless. My hands are rough, my lips are hungry, and I take him. I do not ask if he wants it, but his hands tell me all I need to know.
He knows now who he is with. I am not Galadriel and I will not act her for him. I am myself, and I love him. I am Elrond.
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Note: I dedicate this story to a nice young man I have a hopeless crush on. T, this is for you, although I hope you never read it...
(T is no-one at fanfiction.net, as far as I know)
