Please don't sue me; I'm not stealing these characters, only borrowing them. :D
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Trystus Interruptus
by kalurien
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Chapter Two
"I am here, Adar. You were looking for me?"
"Indeed I was." Celeborn paused and frowned. "For what reason are you wet? Have you been cavorting in the fountain amongst the water lilies again?"
Celebrían attempted to think of a plausible excuse while trying not to giggle. "You know that was an accident, the edge was slippery as I trod upon it. Nay, the day is becoming a warm one, I indulged in a refreshing swim in the sea."
Her father nodded with a smile. "You have heard of our plans for this evening?"
"The formal dinner? Yes, indeed. How may I be of assistance?"
"You may entertain the high king; I believe he is in the rose garden."
Celebrían paled a little. "I was thinking more along the lines of polishing the silverware."
"And I am thinking along the lines of a proposal of marriage." He patted her cheek. "Now be off with you, he awaits."
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He rounded the corner and walked straight into her. She clutched her forehead in pain. "Ai, have a care where you are going!"
Elrond glanced quickly around before taking her into his arms. "Forgive my clumsiness, I am sorry."
"You are forgiven," said Celebrían when he finally released her lips. "Now I wish for you to forgive me."
"Mmmm," said Elrond a minute or so later. He shook his head. "Do not pull back from me; you are not completely forgiven yet. This may take some time."
She closed her eyes and sighed as his lips and tongue caressed her ear. "We risk discovery please, this is a public place."
"Perhaps that would be a good thing. I tire of sneaking in the shadows, hiding my love by pretending to look upon you with indifference, when my entire being screams out the opposite. I would have the world know of our joy."
"I wish for that as well. Naneth and Adar would simply not be receptive to it at this time, but the right moment will come eventually."
Elrond snorted. "So long as it does not come after you are married to Gil-galad."
She smiled at him. "I hardly think he would wish to marry me if he was aware that you and I are bound already. I will apprize him of that if necessary."
Elrond's lips twitched. "Now that sounds like it would be an interesting conversation."
"Perhaps we will have it immediately." She traced his lips with her finger. "I am joining him in the rose garden."
He bit it gently. "As am I."
"Well then, shall we make an entrance?"
"Scowling at each other, as usual?"
"Of course."
He sighed. "As you wish, but it is hard."
She grazed her fingers across his crotch and chuckled. "Indeed it is."
Elrond raised an eyebrow. "Lady, I come to believe you wish to keep me in a permanent state of discomfiture."
She continued to fondle him. "Tis my one goal in life, I confess."
"And you have achieved it, desist before I drag you behind yonder statue and ravish you."
"And this would be a bad thing, how?"
His eyes narrowed. "Get thee hence, Hiril o Úthaes* unless you wish it to happen."
She winked at him. "Perhaps later."
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Gil-galad held the flower by its stem and twirled it in his fingers. "Anything at all, really. Any observation you have made would be helpful."
Glorfindel considered for a moment. "If such a thing came into being at Imladris, I certainly was unaware. As you know, I have only been here with him once, there does not seem to be anything of significance to remark upon. What is the reason for this curiosity?" He grinned. "You are inching towards a courtship, perhaps?"
The high king arched an eyebrow. "That is not the type of observation I had in mind, thank you." He held the flower to his nose for a brief moment. "It becomes obvious that our hosts desire to match me with their daughter and in truth, I would not be adverse to such a notion, the lady has ample charms."
"And how does this concern Elrond when it seems he has no interest in her?"
"If I could put my finger on it, I would not be asking you."
Glorfindel pursed his lips and turned to Erestor. "Counseling royalty is a thankless occupation, is it not?"
Erestor nodded solemnly. "You speak the truth. What say you we pursue gardening in its stead?"
"Indeed, I have yet to meet a moody nasturtium."
"Enough," said Gil-galad. "Or I will fetch you the spades myself."
"Maer arad, Hîrath nín."*
They all looked up as one. Gil-galad held out his hand. "Suilad, Hiril nín*, please join us."
Celebrían took it with a pretty smile as the high king raised her fingers to his lips.
Elrond entered the garden and stood scowling, although not for the reason they had previously discussed.
Gil-galad tore his eyes away from the Elf-maiden. "Ah, Tercáno*, all refreshed, I see. Some wine?"
"Please. To the brim, if you would be so kind."
"Ah, Celebrían, my daughter, I am glad to see you entertaining our honored guests."
"It pleases me to do so, Naneth." She greeted her mother with a kiss to the cheek who in turn held out her hand to her cousin. "Suilad, Ereinion, do you lack for anything?"
"Only the pleasure of your company, Artanis, although the presence of your charming daughter has made it a small concern."
Galadriel smiled. "How it delights me to see such a friendship blossom. Would you care for a tour of the gardens? Celebrían would be a most knowledgeable escort; she has quite an interest in botany."
"That would be a most agreeable pursuit indeed. Hiril nín?" Gil-galad held out his arm and Celebrían took it with an expression that may have been a smile if one did not look too closely.
Galadriel's eyes sparkled as the pair moved out of sight. "More wine, anyone?"
Fortunately the singing of birds was loud enough so that none heard the Master of Imladris grinding his teeth.
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"Here is a lovely little bench; shall we sit for a while?"
"Certainly Sire, whatever you wish." Celebrían seated herself and Gil-galad sat next to her, just a little closer than she would have liked. "I pray our little excursion has not tired you."
"Not at all, it is simply easier to converse when we are resting, and I should like to know you better."
Celebrían became apprehensive. "There is not much to tell, truly. I live a dull life."
"Surely a lovely maiden such as you has a great many suitors at her feet."
"No indeed, none at all," she answered very quickly.
He raised an eyebrow. "Sad tidings those are for you, perhaps it is in my power to alter that." He took her hand and raised his fingertips to her cheek.
Oh dear, wrong answer . . .
"Sire, I . . ."
"Ai!" Gil-galad slapped his neck.
Celebrían looked at him with concern. "What is it?"
The high king scowled and looked at his hand before reaching back to touch his neck gingerly once more. "I have been stung, I believe."
"Goodness, let me examine it." She parted the long strands of his hair and peered at the area indicated. "I see no evidence of a stinger, although there is indeed a small welt."
"Mandos!"
"What, again?"
Gil-galad sprang up from the bench, rubbing the skin behind his ear. "What kind of insect life does this place breed, Lady?"
Celebrían looked a little bit indignant. "There is nothing biting me, I would not know."
"Ai, Mandos!" He waved at the air around him in frustration. "That is enough. Pray excuse me; perhaps we can continue this conversation another time."
Celebrían watched him walk off with wide eyes. "Well. . . I never. Ouch!" She put a hand to her shoulder and looked down in time to see a tiny sharp stone land on the bench beside her. Her eyes narrowed and she sprang up, turning. "Elrond Peredhil, you will show yourself at once!"
He peered out from behind a large tree looking more than a little sheepish. She glared at him. "Give it to me." Wordlessly he handed her a hollow reed. "Of all the childish . . . whatever made you do such a thing?"
"Was it not effective?"
"Well yes, but . . . you did not have to shoot me also."
"I am so sorry. Apparently I need forgiveness once again . . ."
The reed dropped to the ground as her arms went around his neck. She managed to make a remark before their lips locked together. "I will forgive my savior, thank you." She felt his fingers pluck at the laces that closed the front of her gown and she did not help him, being already preoccupied with the buttons on his trousers.
She shivered as his tongue ran across her teeth, grazing the roof of her mouth while suddenly her breasts felt a rush of cooler air as the fabric slid open. He gently lowered her into a reclining position on the bench, drawing the rosy tips of her flesh into his mouth in turn, suckling and biting until he had her moaning out loud.
"Yes indeed, come, I believe I hear someone."
They both froze as the sound of Celeborn's voice carried to them from somewhere down the garden path.
"Oh dear Elbereth."
Elrond covered her mouth with his hand. "Hush." He straightened halfway up, peering around. "Cover yourself, quickly."
"There is still time for escape," she whispered, swinging her legs to the ground. "Follow me."
He struggled to button up his trousers as they slunk silently away. He stared in open-mouth amazement as Celebrían paused before a large tree and began to ascend it. "Melethril, whatever are you doing?"
"Hurry, there is a talan up here, we can hide."
"A what?"
"A platform." He still looked bewildered and she grew impatient. "A tree house. Hurry." He wasted no more time as Celeborn called out her name not far behind them. As he hoisted himself up onto the edge, he could see the silver-haired Elf-lord walking down the path below them, Galadriel and Glorfindel following behind.
Celebrían suppressed a giggle, watching them. "They have come to rescue me from the killer insects, no doubt."
Elrond grinned at her and remained silent until the 'search party' was well out of earshot and then he let out a long breath. He looked at their surroundings with a glint in his eye. "Dare I say it?"
She contemplated the amused and slightly mischievous look on his face. "I am not certain. Say what?"
He narrowed his eyes suggestively. "It occurs to me that this place is quite discreet. Perhaps we would be undisturbed up here?"
Her face cleared and she smiled. "So it is true what I have heard. You are numbered great among the wise."
He smirked. "I doubt very much I am thinking with my brain at this moment, but thank you."
"Speaking of the organ you are presently thinking with . . ." she rubbed her palm firmly against his crotch. His eyelids fluttered closed and he drew in a sharp gasp of air through his open mouth. A flush crept up his cheeks as he reached for her and his hands traveled over her body until they intruded beneath her skirts, inching up with agonizing slowness.
She was having a problem breathing as well as she squirmed a little, attempting to encourage his fingers into direct contact with the hottest part of her flesh. Finally she grasped his wrist and brought his hand up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around his finger and sucking on it most lewdly. When his eyes were completely glazed over she brought his moist digit home once more. "Touch me, Melethron, drive me to insanity, I am begging you."
He complied with her wishes, probing her deeply while his thumb made stimulating circles.
"Oh yes," she whimpered. "Right there. Right . . . there. . ." Suddenly she seemed to completely shatter as the sheer force of her climax overwhelmed her. Elrond was nearly carried away as well by the intensity of it as she writhed against his groping fingers. He yanked his trousers down to reveal himself, almost beyond ready. She was on her back now, her legs spread in invitation as he pushed between them, hovering over her, savoring the last few seconds of tortuous anticipation.
Elrond yelped suddenly as pain unexpectedly replaced pleasure. What in the . . .?! He leapt up, rubbing his posterior and spun around to be greeted by a squawk and a hissing noise.
Celebrían raised her head and gasped with alarm as she beheld her lover unsuccessfully attempting to ward off the advances of a very angry goose. "Elrond!"
"Ai, throw something at it, will you?" He kicked at the attacking fowl with extreme awkwardness, seeing as how his trousers were still encasing his ankles. "What in bloody Mandos ails it?"
Celebrían searched in vain for a stick or a rock. "Perhaps it is protecting baby chicks?"
"Blast it! Geese do not nest in trees! Ai!" He took a step backwards and then another and then finally one step too many as he disappeared completely, falling from the talan to the ground below.
"Elrond!" she shrieked, scrambling quickly to the edge. He lay prone with his eyes shut, unmoving as she climbed down with much haste. "Elrond!"
His eyes fluttered open and he looked at her groggily and groaned. "I am fine, I think. I seem to have landed in something soft." He became disgusted immediately. "Mushrooms. Rotten, slimy mushrooms, a whole patch of them." He sat up slowly and looked for a moment as though he might actually cry. He raised his eyes to meet the beady black ones of the irate fowl still staring down at them from the edge of the talan.
"Celebrían . . .?"
She put her arms around him. "I am here, meleth nín."
He sighed. "Tell me that you love me, please."
"I love you." There was a pause. "Although I must take back the remark about it making no difference if you are soiled." She wrinkled her nose in dismay. "This is simply revolting." She looked at his downcast face with pity. "There is a bright side, you know."
He raised his eyebrows. "Tell me?"
Her eyes twinkled. "You could have been facing the other way when the nasty bird bit you."
Elrond simply stared at her, speechless for a long moment. "That is a cheerful thought, thank you."
She looked up. "Oh dear, I believe I hear them returning. You should attempt to regain your composure while I see if I can distract them. Then I simply must help Naneth with the preparations." She kissed him lightly on the nose. "I will see you at the dinner tonight, meleth nín." She rose and looked down at him, smiling. "And you really should pull up your breeches before someone comes along."
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*Lady of Temptation
*Good day, my Lords
*Greetings, my Lady
*Herald
Uh oh . . . looks like there's going to be a part three . . .;)
