Disclaimer: I still don't own anything in here, especially Galadriel and
Celeborn. I'm working on it.sorta.in that not really kind of way! It's not
necessary to sue me, I don't own much of value, my flute and piccolo are
good, but you wouldn't gain much from their sale. (Sorry the first posting
was so messed up! Let's call this the "second edition")
A/N: Hope you enjoy, this is my favorite chapter so far. Read and Review.reviews are my favorites!!
//..// denotes Elvish mind speak
I stand on our balcony that looks out upon Lothlorien and hear you enter our room, though I appear not to have sensed you and do not turn around. You seem to enjoy catching me off guard, and I want to make you happy. I hear you crossing the room and suddenly feel your hands on my back. I turn toward you and you laugh.
"Why do you laugh, Celeborn?" I say.
"I know you were at the stables today, Altariel," is your reply, "why did you not speak?"
"I only wanted to watch you, uninterrupted, my lord."
"Well, I suppose that is alright," you tease. "We should be leaving within the hour," your tone becomes suddenly serious as you say this.
"I am ready," I whisper.
"The we will have time for this." You pick me up and set me on the balcony railing. I wrap my hands into your long silver hair as you stand facing me, holding my face in your hands. You lean in and wrap your arms around me, enveloping my mouth with yours. Glorious minutes are spent in this kiss. I almost decide not to leave, or better, to ask you again to come with me. Though I know asking you will do no good, your mind is made up.
//Do you enjoy that, Celeborn?// I ask as you massage my lower back with your finger tips.
//What do you think, mel-nin? Of course, though the question I would ask is do you?// I do not answer, though I lead a trail of kisses down you neck to your collarbone in answer. Your hands move and begin to unlace the back of my gown. A sigh escapes my lips as I feel the dress loosen. I begin to unlace your trousers, but I am distracted by a knock at our door. You finish undoing my dress, "Ignore it," you say. I try, and push your leggings off as my gown slips over my shoulders, exposing skin that rarely sees the light. Another knock. You lead kisses up to the tips of my ears. //Ignore it!// you say again.
"Lord Celeborn? Lady Galadriel? Are you in there?" a voice calls.
"No!" you call, your voice husky.
"Well, in that case." I realize the voice belongs to Haldir. "We will be leaving, without your Highnesses, in twenty minutes."
"We will be there. Do not worry, Haldir," I say, turning my attentions to your tunic, which suddenly looks too confining. Your hands move my gown further down my body.
"Alright, well, I'll come back for you in about ten minutes to escort you, then," Haldir replies. You moan, //he has ruined the mood, my lady. And I am truly sorry.//
"Haldir, why don't you just come in? Here let me get the door for you." You pull your leggings back up and as you walk to the door I right my dress, though I cannot lace it by myself. I stand against the wall to hide my exposed back. "Well, hello, Haldir," you say, as you open the door.
"Ah! Suilad, Lord Celeborn. How are you?" Haldir asks.
"Just fine, Haldir," you reply.
"That is good, my Lord. Lady Galadriel," Haldir says reverently, bowing low. I smile and nod appreciatively, still standing against the wall hiding my back.
"Good day, Haldir. How are things coming with the preparations for our departure?" I ask. //Celeborn, would you like to come and lace what you have undone?//
//I was enjoying our guard-captain's uneasiness at what he believes he has interrupted, though, my Altariel.//
//Well, I'm sure you can make him just as uneasy without my back to this cold wall. Tolo si.// You begin to inch your way closer toward me while I continue my conversation with Haldir.
"Well, the food is being packed onto the horses now and the others who will travel with you, m'lady, are gathering to leave," he continues. You are at my side; hand on my shoulder, looking as casual as possible.
"That is well. There is some lembas and fruit on that tray, Haldir, help yourself," I say. //I hope that distracts him long enough, my love, for you to lace this dress back up.// Your hands move to the small of my back, lingering, and passion stirs inside of me; passion left over from what would have been, had we not been disturbed. I inhale deeply as you tightly lace in the middle of my back. Haldir looks our way, and I see his eyebrows rise slightly as the dress grows tighter across my breasts. "How is the food, Haldir?" I ask. //Are you staring? I saw you, do not lie.//
"Delicious, as always," //I was, yes, and I see what is happening// Haldir replies to both of my questions, though he averts his eyes.
You finish lacing my gown and turn me to face you. "Well, melamin, I suppose we should join the others," you say, and then whisper into my ear, "That was interesting, Altariel."
I laugh at our private joke and Haldir looks a bit dejected. "Haldir, would you mind fetching one of my maids to fix my hair? I know fetching is not a usual duty for the march warden of Lórien, such as yourself. But if you wouldn't mind.? Unless, of course, you have any last minute preparations to make before your own departure."
"Not at all, Lady Galadriel, I am ready. I shall return momentarily." Haldir turns and walks out of the room and I lock my fingers in yours.
"Did you mean to get rid of him or do you actually need your hair fixed, Galadriel?" you ask with a sly look on your face.
"After your attentions to it, my lord, I am certain it does need a bit of fixing before we leave!" I tease. *************10 minutes later, Galadriel has just finished with her hair****************
//You look radiant, darling, and as beautiful as the morning I first saw you// you gush. A small smile crosses my face, brightening my eyes.
"Thank you," I whisper. Speaking any louder seems like it would ruin the moment.
"The sun shines brightly through our open balcony, illuminating my silver gown. The gown is beautiful, though modest enough for traveling. You continue to gaze at me and I survey your silver-blue tunic. You look very handsome in silver-blue, and every bit the Lord of Lórien that you are. //You are wearing my favorite tunic, hir-nin.//
//I know, I wore it for you, hiril-nin.//
"Are you ready, your highnesses?" Haldir says through the open doorway.
"Yes we are," you say steadily. A servant slips through the door from behind Haldir and collects our bags.
"Then let us be off," Haldir continues. Your arm moves to wrap around my waist, but I stop you.
//We are in public, among others, melamin. We must act so.// I place my hand atop yours at waist height.
//My wife is leaving Arda, may I not show my affection for her?// Your tone is aggravated and the look in your eyes makes me feel horrible for a moment. I bring your hand to my lips and kiss it.
//We must keep up appearances for now, love. For now.// Haldir falls in beside us and we walk to the stables, where we will depart. The closer we get to the departure point, the more elves join us, all bowing slightly as the see us.
We reach the stables where a few elves have already gathered. You help me onto my white palfrey before gracefully mounting your own stead.
"Are the Lord and Lady of the Galadhrim ready?" Haldir asks us. You turn your eyes to me and I nod in response.
"Yes, my liege," you respond to Haldir.
"All ready?" Haldir says louder and I see the great war captain inside of him. No one objects so Haldir continues, "Then on we go."
We move out and I watch the mellryn trees and the elanor grow fainter the farther we go. "Namarie." I say under my breath to my kingdom. To the home I have known since I have been married to you. Though, sadly, I realize I am leaving this home for my first, and final, home.
To Be Continued.
Suilad=Greetings
Tolo si=Come here
Melamin=Beloved
Hir-nin=My lord
Hiril-nin=My lady
Namarië=Farewell
A/N: Hope you enjoy, this is my favorite chapter so far. Read and Review.reviews are my favorites!!
//..// denotes Elvish mind speak
I stand on our balcony that looks out upon Lothlorien and hear you enter our room, though I appear not to have sensed you and do not turn around. You seem to enjoy catching me off guard, and I want to make you happy. I hear you crossing the room and suddenly feel your hands on my back. I turn toward you and you laugh.
"Why do you laugh, Celeborn?" I say.
"I know you were at the stables today, Altariel," is your reply, "why did you not speak?"
"I only wanted to watch you, uninterrupted, my lord."
"Well, I suppose that is alright," you tease. "We should be leaving within the hour," your tone becomes suddenly serious as you say this.
"I am ready," I whisper.
"The we will have time for this." You pick me up and set me on the balcony railing. I wrap my hands into your long silver hair as you stand facing me, holding my face in your hands. You lean in and wrap your arms around me, enveloping my mouth with yours. Glorious minutes are spent in this kiss. I almost decide not to leave, or better, to ask you again to come with me. Though I know asking you will do no good, your mind is made up.
//Do you enjoy that, Celeborn?// I ask as you massage my lower back with your finger tips.
//What do you think, mel-nin? Of course, though the question I would ask is do you?// I do not answer, though I lead a trail of kisses down you neck to your collarbone in answer. Your hands move and begin to unlace the back of my gown. A sigh escapes my lips as I feel the dress loosen. I begin to unlace your trousers, but I am distracted by a knock at our door. You finish undoing my dress, "Ignore it," you say. I try, and push your leggings off as my gown slips over my shoulders, exposing skin that rarely sees the light. Another knock. You lead kisses up to the tips of my ears. //Ignore it!// you say again.
"Lord Celeborn? Lady Galadriel? Are you in there?" a voice calls.
"No!" you call, your voice husky.
"Well, in that case." I realize the voice belongs to Haldir. "We will be leaving, without your Highnesses, in twenty minutes."
"We will be there. Do not worry, Haldir," I say, turning my attentions to your tunic, which suddenly looks too confining. Your hands move my gown further down my body.
"Alright, well, I'll come back for you in about ten minutes to escort you, then," Haldir replies. You moan, //he has ruined the mood, my lady. And I am truly sorry.//
"Haldir, why don't you just come in? Here let me get the door for you." You pull your leggings back up and as you walk to the door I right my dress, though I cannot lace it by myself. I stand against the wall to hide my exposed back. "Well, hello, Haldir," you say, as you open the door.
"Ah! Suilad, Lord Celeborn. How are you?" Haldir asks.
"Just fine, Haldir," you reply.
"That is good, my Lord. Lady Galadriel," Haldir says reverently, bowing low. I smile and nod appreciatively, still standing against the wall hiding my back.
"Good day, Haldir. How are things coming with the preparations for our departure?" I ask. //Celeborn, would you like to come and lace what you have undone?//
//I was enjoying our guard-captain's uneasiness at what he believes he has interrupted, though, my Altariel.//
//Well, I'm sure you can make him just as uneasy without my back to this cold wall. Tolo si.// You begin to inch your way closer toward me while I continue my conversation with Haldir.
"Well, the food is being packed onto the horses now and the others who will travel with you, m'lady, are gathering to leave," he continues. You are at my side; hand on my shoulder, looking as casual as possible.
"That is well. There is some lembas and fruit on that tray, Haldir, help yourself," I say. //I hope that distracts him long enough, my love, for you to lace this dress back up.// Your hands move to the small of my back, lingering, and passion stirs inside of me; passion left over from what would have been, had we not been disturbed. I inhale deeply as you tightly lace in the middle of my back. Haldir looks our way, and I see his eyebrows rise slightly as the dress grows tighter across my breasts. "How is the food, Haldir?" I ask. //Are you staring? I saw you, do not lie.//
"Delicious, as always," //I was, yes, and I see what is happening// Haldir replies to both of my questions, though he averts his eyes.
You finish lacing my gown and turn me to face you. "Well, melamin, I suppose we should join the others," you say, and then whisper into my ear, "That was interesting, Altariel."
I laugh at our private joke and Haldir looks a bit dejected. "Haldir, would you mind fetching one of my maids to fix my hair? I know fetching is not a usual duty for the march warden of Lórien, such as yourself. But if you wouldn't mind.? Unless, of course, you have any last minute preparations to make before your own departure."
"Not at all, Lady Galadriel, I am ready. I shall return momentarily." Haldir turns and walks out of the room and I lock my fingers in yours.
"Did you mean to get rid of him or do you actually need your hair fixed, Galadriel?" you ask with a sly look on your face.
"After your attentions to it, my lord, I am certain it does need a bit of fixing before we leave!" I tease. *************10 minutes later, Galadriel has just finished with her hair****************
//You look radiant, darling, and as beautiful as the morning I first saw you// you gush. A small smile crosses my face, brightening my eyes.
"Thank you," I whisper. Speaking any louder seems like it would ruin the moment.
"The sun shines brightly through our open balcony, illuminating my silver gown. The gown is beautiful, though modest enough for traveling. You continue to gaze at me and I survey your silver-blue tunic. You look very handsome in silver-blue, and every bit the Lord of Lórien that you are. //You are wearing my favorite tunic, hir-nin.//
//I know, I wore it for you, hiril-nin.//
"Are you ready, your highnesses?" Haldir says through the open doorway.
"Yes we are," you say steadily. A servant slips through the door from behind Haldir and collects our bags.
"Then let us be off," Haldir continues. Your arm moves to wrap around my waist, but I stop you.
//We are in public, among others, melamin. We must act so.// I place my hand atop yours at waist height.
//My wife is leaving Arda, may I not show my affection for her?// Your tone is aggravated and the look in your eyes makes me feel horrible for a moment. I bring your hand to my lips and kiss it.
//We must keep up appearances for now, love. For now.// Haldir falls in beside us and we walk to the stables, where we will depart. The closer we get to the departure point, the more elves join us, all bowing slightly as the see us.
We reach the stables where a few elves have already gathered. You help me onto my white palfrey before gracefully mounting your own stead.
"Are the Lord and Lady of the Galadhrim ready?" Haldir asks us. You turn your eyes to me and I nod in response.
"Yes, my liege," you respond to Haldir.
"All ready?" Haldir says louder and I see the great war captain inside of him. No one objects so Haldir continues, "Then on we go."
We move out and I watch the mellryn trees and the elanor grow fainter the farther we go. "Namarie." I say under my breath to my kingdom. To the home I have known since I have been married to you. Though, sadly, I realize I am leaving this home for my first, and final, home.
To Be Continued.
Suilad=Greetings
Tolo si=Come here
Melamin=Beloved
Hir-nin=My lord
Hiril-nin=My lady
Namarië=Farewell