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Trystus Interruptus
by kalurien
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Chapter Four
My chamber?
A little too public. I might drown if you have many visitors.
Your chamber then.
Worse, actually. The maids, my mother . . . the talan?
You must be jesting. Are there no vacant chambers?
With all of you as guests? This is not Imladris.
Elrond's thoughts took on an exasperated tone although his face did not betray his frustration. Where then?
Celebrían smiled sweetly as she conversed with the high king and did not glance over at him. The stables?
Is that any less public than my chamber?
No, I suppose not, drat it. Have patience, meleth nín.
Tis easy for you to speak thusly, Melethril, the goose waited until you had . . . well . . .
Later, Elrond, later. Naneth and Adar are watching me.
"Hrmph." Elrond snorted out loud and began to look sulky. Blast this after-dinner reception anyway.
Celebrían bestowed an amused glance upon him as she continued to flirt with Gil-galad. Well, not exactly flirt, but convince her parents (who were observing from a discreet distance) that she was enthusiastically complying with their wishes, when in reality she was irritating the high king just a little by debating the finer points of Elvish architecture.
Elrond sighed and reached for another glass of wine. It has been quite some time since I have been completely inebriated.
Have a care, meleth nín, or you may end up on the wrong side of the sheets with Lenwë.
Elrond very nearly spewed the contents of his mouth across the reception area. Luckily for me, I believe he has transferred his attentions elsewhere.
Indeed, the Elf in question seemed to be having a somewhat intimate conversation with Glorfindel, who was giving him a reassuring pat on the arm. "I cannot really believe Elrond would have stabbed you. Perhaps it was an insect sting; I hear there has been quite an infestation recently."
Lenwë looked at his hand suspiciously. "I simply do not understand it if he did. He seemed so . . . interested."
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "Elrond? Interested . . . ahem . . . in you?"
Lenwë nodded, still preoccupied with his injury. "Indeed yes, he was quite . . .ah . . .bulging with interest."
Glorfindel was astounded. He looked in silence over at Elrond, then Lenwë and then back to Elrond again. His eyes narrowed as he noted Elrond staring at Celebrían while trying hard to look as though he was not and remembered her close proximity to him at dinner. He smirked to himself and then suddenly felt a twinge of pity for Lenwë. "May I get you another glass of wine?"
The blond Elf perked up noticeably. "That is very kind, thank you." He eyed Glorfindel appraisingly as he sipped it. "Would you perhaps care to share a bottle with me?"
Glorfindel's lips twitched a little. "That is a very nice invitation, thank you, but I do have a previous appointment." He tilted his head. "She would most likely not be adverse to you joining us, would you care to?"
Lenwë seemed undecided. "Thank you, in turn. Possibly, I do not know." He gazed somewhat sadly at Elrond who was still standing by himself, scowling.
Glorfindel finished his wine. "Well, my chamber then, a little later, if you choose to accept." He smiled and departed the gathering, beckoning to his trysting partner with a nod and a wink. The dark haired Elf-maiden excused herself from a group of friends and joined him by the garden wall, taking the arm he offered her. Glorfindel bent and whispered closely in her ear and she blushed, giggling. They were still laughing as they walked out of sight.
Lenwë watched them leave with a sigh, wondering if he should approach Elrond or not, then he had a pleasant thought. I will just take some wine and wait for him in his chamber. We can then converse in private, clear up any misunderstandings. He nodded to himself happily, having apparently imbibed too much wine already to realize this would not be a good idea at all.
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Elrond eventually grew tired of watching the high king woo his beloved and picked up a bottle of wine to replenish the glass he held in his hand. A ten minute walk brought him down to the seashore and he sat in the sand, hugging his knees to his chest, listening to the crashing waves in the moonless night.
By the time he reached the end of the bottle he had made up his mind to talk to Celeborn and Galadriel, apprizing them of the situation and demanding their daughter's hand in official marriage. He nodded to himself happily, having apparently imbibed too much wine already to realize this would not be a good idea at all.
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Gil-galad contemplated the Elf-lady before him with mixed feelings.
She was quite entrancingly beautiful, really. There are many beautiful females; beauty is not the only thing to look for in a mate, Ereinion, King.
Indeed no, intelligence is certainly very important. Provided she is not a student of too many dull subjects.
He emptied his wine glass and with a smooth movement, captured a full one off the tray of a passing server. He hiccupped a little.
Best be careful not to become too tipsy. Tis entirely necessary if I am to listen to this tedium much longer.
Possibly she can be diverted onto other topics . . . something more poetic. He finished this glass as well and absentmindedly eyed the swell of her breasts. A different setting perhaps? My sitting room might be a more conducive atmosphere for an evening of romance . . . a few candles, some more wine. ... He nodded to himself happily, having apparently imbibed too much wine already to realize this would not be a good idea at all.
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Lenwë tilted the lip of the bottle into his glass and waited expectantly . . . he raised the bottle to his eye and attempted to focus. Drat, empty. The world began to spin suddenly, uh oh. Maybe just a little nap, the bed looks so inviting . . . Alas . . . a bad idea . . .
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Elrond stopped in his tracks and attempted to think, swaying a little. His future in-laws might be easier to appease if he showed them evidence of his sincerity. I should bring the betrothal rings with me. Eru knows I have been carrying the foolish things around long enough, they should be put to good use. He turned and headed for his chamber . . . Alas . . .another bad idea . . .
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Celebrían began to be concerned. Why in Arda did I come to his chamber with him, am I some kind of idiot? As the high king lit a candle and poured a glass of wine for her, she came to realize that it was unlikely that he would have any of the building plans for Lindon here with him in Belfalas and the discussion of architecture was pretty much ended.
Her apprehensions became justified when Gil-galad put his arm around her and she realized suddenly that he was quite drunk. She struggled a little. "Sire, please."
The high king resorted to using both arms. "You are indeed beautiful Lady, and I should very much like to kiss you."
Celebrían became alarmed. "Sire, you are not yourself, certainly. Please cease . . ."
He attempted to hold her more closely, tightening his grip. "Just a little kiss, there is nothing unseemly in that request . . . a kiss, that is all . . . Ai!" He doubled over in pain, clutching his most vulnerable region as Celebrían fled the room in search of Elrond. Alas . . . yet another bad idea . . .
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Elrond entered his chamber and paused for a moment, squinting as he discerned by the dim light of the stars that someone was in his bed. A very blonde someone. The conversation with Celeborn could certainly wait. Elrond undressed as quickly as he could without falling over and landed a little drunkenly on the bed, touching the other occupant lightly, who moaned sleepily and reached out for him.
Oh yes. . . . He sighed happily as gentle hands slid over him, caressing and fondling, soft lips nuzzling, long hair trailing across his chest. He hissed with pleasure as his rapidly stiffening member became engulfed with moist warmth. Finally . . . it has been much too long . . . He moaned and arched his hips upwards, reaching down to caress the curve of an ear . . . .
Suddenly the room grew brighter as the door opened, light filtering in from the torches in the hallway. "Meleth nín . . .?" A shocked pause . . . "Oh, dear Elbereth . . ."
Elrond blinked, befuddled. "Celebrían? What in all of . . .?" He looked at his current bedmate with horror, leaping rapidly out of his reach. "BLOODY MANDOS! . . . WHAT in the name of Eru Ilúvatar are YOU doing here?"
Lenwë sat up a little too quickly and put his pounding head in his hands. "I . . . I . . . came to talk to you . . ."
Celebrían snorted. "You may have had your mouth open just now, but you were certainly not talking . . ." She turned to Elrond, beside herself. "Did I not tell you to be careful? And I walk in here to find you . . . and him . . ." She became speechless.
Elrond began to sputter. "I . . . I . . . Melethril . . . I thought that he was you . . . it was dark and I . . ."
Her eyes could not possibly have gotten any wider. "Now you are saying you cannot tell the difference between me and a male?" She shook her head in stupefaction. "This does not bode well for our marriage, Elrond Peredhil."
Lenwë looked at her in astonishment. "You are married? But I thought . . ."
"You thought what everyone one thinks, what we wished you to think."
Lenwë turned to Elrond. "I am very confused now."
The vice regent sighed and looked at his lady. "This is the final straw. I am telling them."
Celebrían raised a stubborn eyebrow. "First things first." She indicated Lenwë with a nod of her head. "You. Out. Now."
The unfortunate intruder lost no time in closing his mouth and complying. She raised the other eyebrow and looked her naked lover up and down. "Now, Hîr nín, it is time to deal with you . . ."
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Gil-galad staggered out of his chamber still wincing. He pounded on the door of Glorfindel's room and simply entered, not waiting for permission. Alas . . . still another bad idea . . .
The dark-haired Elf-lady shrieked at the sight of him and attempted to cover herself. Glorfindel paused in mid-thrust and looked at his king calmly. "Yes? May I be of assistance to you?"
Gil-galad reddened and coughed. "I see you are busy, I will speak with you later."
Glorfindel stared at him wordlessly as he retreated, closing the door once more. He smirked and resumed his interrupted activity.
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The high king knocked and paused before entering this time but no welcome was forthcoming. He came into the seemingly empty room and looked around, puzzled. Now where could he be? He sat on the edge of the bed and attempted to think coherently.
Elrond placed his hand over Celebrían's mouth to muffle her panting. They breathed quietly together, waiting. Finally the bed creaked as Gil-galad rose and exited the room.
A prudent precaution, O wise one.
Indeed, so it seems, albeit a dusty one.
I shall speak with the maid in the future.
Yes, if we are to spend more time under the bed than on top of it, I would like the carpet to be cleaner.
Celebrían giggled and sighed with satisfaction, reaching down to stroke his hair as Elrond resumed his interrupted activity.
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Celeborn looked at the high king in surprise. "What do you mean, where is my daughter, is she not with you?"
Gil-galad grunted. "Nay she is not and I certainly would like to find her and give her a piece of my mind."
Galadriel paled slightly and exchanged a look with her husband. "She has angered you?"
"Indeed yes, she kicked me."
Celeborn's eyes widened. "Why, pray tell?"
Gil-galad coughed. "I was merely attempting to kiss her."
Galadriel's mouth dropped open. "I will throttle the girl with my bare hands."
Celeborn looked grim. "We must find the ungrateful chit first."
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Elrond could not see her face as he explored her body with his sensitive fingertips. Celebrían shivered and moaned beneath his touch as he lingered tantalizingly over several of her more responsive areas.
I have been waiting for this moment the entire day, meleth nín.
He gently pushed her legs apart and felt her take him in her hands, stroking him into readiness, guiding him to his home. He lay poised above her, teasing them both with small movements until they were gasping and he could stand it no more. With a swift plunge he sheathed himself and paused again, breathing deeply, while his blood throbbed within her.
Easy, not too fast . . .
Her muscles tightened and her breasts heaved against his chest.
That is not helpful, Melethril . . .
He began to dance slowly inside her, finding a steady rhythm as her fingernails dug into his back and she wrapped her legs around him enabling him to reach an even greater depth. Elrond's eyes closed in dismay as he heard voices in the corridor, faint at first, becoming steadily louder.
No, not again, not this time . . .
He rocked his hips with more urgency, determination reflected in the tightening of his lips. The voices seemed to be right outside his door but there was no stopping now. The sweat broke out on his brow as he pounded into her with force, abandoning all caution and restraint, evoking hoarse moans and gasps from her lips. The door to his chamber opened just as all the stars in the sky exploded, the exquisite agony of release ripping through him in a final frenzy of movement.
He slowed and gritted his teeth, biting his tongue to keep from crying out and lay heavily against her as several pairs of feet entered the room.
"No, he is still not here, where in Arda is he?" Gil-galad sounded more than a little impatient.
"I care not," said Celeborn. "We have ample people to search for my daughter, let us begin."
Elrond saw Glorfindel's boots enter the room, followed by Erestor's. "What is amiss, do you suspect foul play?"
Celebrían could hear her father's teeth grind. "If someone else has harmed her before I get the chance, I shall be sorely disappointed." She and Elrond looked at each other and paled.
Then the unspeakable happened, the worst thing that could possibly occur.
Celebrían sneezed.
There was a long pause. A lantern was finally set on the floor and the faces of Gil-galad, Glorfindel, Erestor, Celeborn and Galadriel appeared, looking at the still entwined lovers in shocked silence.
Gil-galad straightened back up and coughed. "I am suddenly quite tired, I believe I will retire." The others shuffled their feet a little nervously, making noises of agreement as they left the room.
Galadriel turned back to look at her husband who was not following them. "Hervenn?"
Celeborn sat down on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. "I can wait for them to come out, all eternity stretches before us, I have no other plans."
I suddenly wish I had chosen mortality.
Celebrían sighed. Indeed yes.
Finally they dozed off to the disconcerting sound of Celeborn honing the edge of his knife with a grinding stone.
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Finis?
