A/N: Hey, hey! Anyone else have an opinion on the orli/leggles debate? If I had to choose I'd have Leggles any day! I mean what with the bows and immortality…
THIS CHAPTER IS R RATED. R FOR SEX. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS! BE WARNED! However it's quite tasteful and isn't done just for the sake of it. There is a point! Plus its soooo sweet of them. Can you guess who yet? It's very fluffy and contrived but this is the undying lands so it can happen how I want it! *pokes out tongue*
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Isidith signed the last sheet of parchment in her delicate hand and placed it on the pile that occupied most of her desk. She sighed and took a deep draught from the sweet fruit drink on her desk. It had been a long few weeks, she along with the other three tutors in the palace, had had the arduous task of filling in a report for every pupil they taught. These number a few hundred because all the elves of the realm were allowed tuition if they so wished it.
As the sound of footsteps came down the corridor Isidith groaned. Was it that time already? It turned out that indeed it was because a few seconds later the classroom doors opened and in streamed the twenty or so elves she was to teach. They were making such a din that she had to shout to be heard above them.
"Class! Quiet! Nilmadë quiet please!"
When eventually they had settled down and had stopped shuffling on their chairs and fidgeting with their desks Isidith took a breath and began. This class contained the oldest students, many of them had been taught by her for nearly twenty or thirty years, she could barely recall which now. And still, she thought silently, I have to go through this like they were ten year olds.
"…the great writers- Celorfiwyn go put it on my desk- of the third and…"
Dejectedly Celorfiwyn walked to the front of the class and put the dagger down, as he walked back past Isidith she spoke to him again.
"You can have it back at the end of the lesson. How old are you now? There's always someone, we are learning Quenyan writers…"
It seemed to Isidith there was never a perfect lesson with this class; there was always a disruption, they were too eager to be done and away to take much notice. She wondered at how brothers and sisters could be so different too, eyeing Áruinne turning around to whisper to her brother who was paying even less attention. Those two's younger brother was more capable than them.
Eventually the end neared and Isidith took her place back behind her desk, flopping gratefully into the soft seat behind her desk.
"Right when I call you name you can come collect your reports," there was a groan from the class who visibly slumped in their chairs, "and I want your parents to see them! I'll know if they don't because the way these look I should have a queue of angry parents…right Isorfir."
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"SATISFACTORY! Since when has my work been just satisfactory?" Áruinne howled five minutes later. The seven friends sat despondently on a flight of steps that were in the warming autumn sun. They read and re-read their reports willing the words to change.
"My mum's going to kill me."
"Me too, but she'll have to dig me up because my dad'll have done it first."
"Room for improvement? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Needs to concentrate? I concentrate!"
"This has gone so, so wrong. In our last year as well."
"Well mine's alright, I got a diligent and dependable." Six other faces turned to glare at Héthien, who raised her hands in protest.
"Sorry! I'll shut up now…"
A general sound of disgust ran around the assembled elves and they shook their heads. They sat in silence hoping against hopes that they wouldn't have to go and show their parents the reports.
Áruinne looked over the words again, none of them were particularly critical but there was nothing much positive either. She took a deep unsteady breath, she had been so confident. She had tried her hardest all throughout the year hadn't she? All the memories of the whispered conversations with Fiarén, all the notes passed to Celorfiwyn and the giggles with Héthien and Nilmadë haunted her though. The pressure of the tears welling up behind her eyes eventually overcame her and they began to slide down her cheeks. Hurriedly she got up and tried to walk away before they noticed but it wasn't to be so.
"Áruinne? What's the matter? That report doesn't mean anything don't worry." Celorfiwyn said earnestly getting up to walk after her. He sat back down though from a stony look that could have crushed even the most optimistic person, directed at him by his once best friend. Fiarén instead followed his sister and Celorfiwyn was left to watch his distressed girlfriend leave with her brother's comforting arm.
He closed his eyes letting the bitter-sweetness of the situation wash over him. How could something that brought him so much pleasure bring him the worst heart wrenching pain as well? Losing Fiarén was like losing a brother.
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Áruinne wiped one last stray tear from her cheek in the flickering torchlight of the night corridors. It had been worse than she had expected, in a bid of brotherly love the two royal children had presented their reports together. Instead of the shouting, which Áruinne had fully expected, there was quiet disappointment from her father and a sad look from her mother, who wished she could comfort them but dare not.
Sighing she pushed open the door to her chamber and then stopped dead in her tracks.
"What are you doing here?"
"You see! That's what you say when people arrive unannounced in your bedroom. It wasn't just me." Said Celorfiwyn. He was sat cross-legged on her bed, the tiny candles around her elaborate headboard and statue already lit, creating a soft, dreamy atmosphere. The room was warm and inviting, the curtains drawn on to keep out the chill autumn night.
"Sorry, I'm glad you're here."
"Are you feeling alright now? I tried to follow but…"
"I know, but you're here now." She replied walking over to the bed and laying with her back against the head board and her knees tucked up. A grin played on Celorfiwyn's lips but faded when he saw the look of weariness and hurt on Áruinne's face. He crawled to sit next to her and she gratefully rested her head on his shoulder, letting him stroke her hair soothingly.
"How did it go?"
"Oh it was terrible," she moaned closing her eyes and letting Celorfiwyn's touch sooth her, "my father just stood there. He didn't say anything for ages, he was so disappointed, and then when he did he just said to try harder and left it at that. Shouting I could have dealt with but that was rough. I feel so bad about it. I could tell mother wanted to say something but she's always torn. She was disappointed but she knows that I am too. She daren't say anything though because she doesn't want to upset father. Urgh it was so difficult…"
Tenderly Celorfiwyn kissed the side of her head and then her lips, stroking her cheek. Contentedly Áruinne kissed him back, this was a comfort that she needed now, someone to hold her and let her talk unquestioningly. Celorfiwyn was all that for her and more. The closeness of him and the way a warmth spread through her whenever he touched her dazed her. She could barely think straight, but it was bliss. She could forget anything when he kissed her. His fingertips traced down the line of her neck, running along her collarbone, touching the edge of her dress' neckline…It was like pouring a bucket of water over her, the moment she felt his hands wander below her collar she became like a deer poised to flee. She broke the kiss and took his hand from her.
"What? What is it?" He murmured not noticing the look on her face.
"Celorfiwyn! Please don't put me under this pressure."
"What are you on about?" He looked up then into her blue eyes and realised. Her whole body was tensed and her eyes showed her apprehension like pools of deep uncertainty, like a cornered animal. It dawned on him finally that she was scared of what he was doing. It hadn't occurred to him before that all this was new to her.
"Look," She said turning to face him, her voice notably controlled, "I don't know what you expect of me. I don't know what I'm doing, I've never…I'm sorry." She looked away.
Celorfiwyn shook his head at the look of apology on her beautiful face. It touched him to the heart and he knew that he could wait a thousand years for her if that's what it had to be.
"No Áruinne. It's me who is sorry, it never dawned on me that you would feel pressured. I don't mean to seem so domineering. I just never thought about it before…if you don't want to than that's fine." He said with all the sincerity in his heart.
"I-I just don't know Celorfiwyn! I don't know…my father…"
"It's your choice, not his. If you don't want to make that decision now, then I'll wait as long as I have to, just so long as you promise that you'll be here."
Áruinne looked long and hard at him. His honey blonde hair and deep, rich eyes held her captivated. His light cheekbones and the little half grin that he did, the way he moved, the way she loved to watch him. The way he laughed and the way he could be so sincere and every word he spoke came right from his heart. He wasn't afraid to do the right thing and he wasn't afraid of seeming weak. Just now the candles glowed softly, illuminating his face in a gentle gold light, they reflected in his eyes and gave him a golden halo. A lump rose in the princess' throat, this was the perfect place, and she knew now the perfect time. In answer she threw herself forward hugging him tightly, fresh tears spilling down her face in waves of joy.
"Yo-youv'e m-made m-e c-cry now."
Celorfiwyn untangled himself and looked at her half laughing half smiling face streaming with tears. He smiled back at her. She was flawless he decided.
"If you don't want to tell me."
"No, here and now is right. Celorfiwyn, I love you."
As Áruinne had done minutes earlier he just looked at her. Took in her bottomless sapphire eyes covered by long lashes, long rich waves of auburn hair that fell to her waist and delicate face and soft lips. Her passion for everything she loved, her put on imperious manner and the way it caved to reveal a warm and loving heart.
"I love you too." He said bringing his lips to hers, and gently and carefully laying her back on the bed like she were a precious and delicate flower.
He kissed her like there was no one else in the world, smoothing her hair back from her face and tucking it neatly behind her ear. He drew back and smiled to reassure her, and was overjoyed when she reached up to pull him back to her. Celorfiwyn promised himself that he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't rush her and above all he would make her feel so loved she would cry for joy.
He moved his hand once again to her collar and this time she did not protest, but let him pull the floaty material off her shoulder. He moved his lips from hers and worked his way down her neck teasing her skin and making her entangle her fingers in his hair. Gently and ever so slowly he let his hand wander down over the bodice of her dress, feeling the curves of her body through the light pearly material. He came to a stop just below her hip and cautiously began to hitch up the material until he could feel the smooth skin of her thigh under his fingers. He waited, letting her get used to the feel of his hands on her bare skin. To his surprise her hand closed over his lifting the material higher.
"Take it off." She whispered into his ear. Áruinne sat up to let him pull the cloth over her head; he did so and let the dress fall to the floor unnoticed. Áruinne's hair tumbled down over her bare shoulders and rested against the creamy soft linen of her shift in gentle contrast.
"Are you going to sit there all night?" Murmured Celorfiwyn leaning forward once more to kiss her neck. Nervously Áruinne smiled and let her hands be guided to the clasps on Celorfiwyn's shirt. As the material slid off his shoulders he pushed her back onto the yielding feather pillows once more, letting the sensation of her soft hands on his bare chest take him further. Undisruptively as he could he wriggled out of his trousers and let them too fall onto the floor.
Áruinne turned her head to the side as he kissed her shoulder and chest. Celorfiwyn glanced up and saw the look on her face as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. He grinned to himself and pulled on the tie holding her shift to her body. It gave easily and he peeled the body hugging material off. Ever so briefly he felt her tense as he beheld her for the first time entirely devoid of any clothing. Celorfiwyn couldn't say anything and merely swallowed as he gazed longingly at her laid beneath him. The strong yet graceful features of her face were carried throughout her body and she watched him unflinchingly. He gaped at her like had done with no other girl.
"Áruinne…" He whispered hoarsely.
"What is it? Don't you like me?"
He shook his head, "No you're perfect." She smiled the smile of an angel and Celorfiwyn wondered how much longer he could wait. His self-control was tested to the limit, as his hands were free to wander over her entirely bare body. Smiling to himself he let his lips wander further and further down her silky skin, teasing the gentle curve of her breast. Gently he pushed her breast up with his hand to feel the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat, it was slow and steady, but it was to change as he kissed her again, eliciting the softest moan from her. That sound from her sweet lips drove him to distraction and he could think of nothing else but her and the pleasure so insurmountable as to be nearing pain that she made him feel. Returning once more to kiss her lips he let his hand run down the side of her body until it came to her hips. Then, as tenderly as he was able, he slid his hand around to her inner thigh, gently pushing her legs apart.
Áruinne stiffened under him, this was the closest yet he had come to taking her, and she was unsure despite the feelings that rampaged unchecked throughout her body, clouding her eyes and slowing her thoughts.
"Celorfiwyn I…" She whispered as he drew back to kiss her cheek.
"I won't hurt you, I promise." He told her in a voice that was strained from the control he had over himself. She nodded half smiling and he kissed her nose. Then, with her acceptance, he brought himself into her. Áruinne gasped as he filled her body and mind completely, a feeling like no other she had experienced before. He smiled reassuringly at her, balancing himself over her letting her get used to the feeling, gritting his teeth because she was more than he had ever imagined. He looked down lovingly at her wide-open eyes and listened to her deep breaths as she fought to control her body.
"Let it take over." He whispered right in her ear. "Don't fight it."
He felt her relax around him and he smiled satisfied as he began to move steadily inside her. At first she lay still, but soon when Celorfiwyn let the strength of the feelings coursing through his veins drive him further, she began to move with him. He smiled inwardly to himself and grasped her hips to guide her. She was so utterly perfect he thought as she moaned and pulled desperately at him, reaching the peak of her climax. She lay docilely under him as he finally let himself be overcome and he lay still over her, the memory of the overpowering peak washing from his body, receding already. Áruinne's breathing was harsh and she looked up at him her eyes alight.
"Why did you never show me that before?" She breathed out as he rolled off her to lie beside her.
"I tried, remember?"
"That was…" She trailed off unable to find the words to describe what had just possessed her. Celorfiwyn grinned at her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling the sheets over them. He settled himself into the soft pillows and kissed her hair.
"Wait until you see what else I can how you…" He muttered quietly, closing his eyes, but Áruinne was already asleep, lost in dreams of her lover.
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"Why did you never show me that before?"
"I tried, remember?"
"That was…"
"Wait until you see what else I can show you…"
Celen listened intently to the few whispered lines of conversation from his sister's room. He had only been there a few a seconds and had heard the voices. It puzzled him, why was Celorfiwyn in Áruinne's room so late at night? He'd obviously found something important, but what Celen had no idea. Frowning he continued the journey to his parent's room, the nightmare he had had following him all the way down the corridor. He put one hand on Arwen's head for comfort, a disappearing silhouette in the night.
A/N: okay please tell me that was tasteful? Please? *breaks down into sobs* I'm sorreeeee! ANYWAY I liked it so there. And no Celen did not hear the whole thing!
Kat that chapter was soooo amusing! Selph and the cooker rock!!
