Disclaimer - I don't own these characters...except for all unnamed male
Elves, they are mine, all the others, mainly Celeborn and Galadriel, are
all products of J. R. R. Tolkein's magnificent world and therefore belong
to him.
That Dreaded 'Time'
Celeborn looked around him, before stepping into the clearing, not wanting to run into his wife, Galadriel. Sighing in relief at the sight of an empty clearing, he quickly hurried to the other side and into the relative safety of the forest and the supposed protection of the trees.
He was almost to his sanctuary, the one place he knew that Galadriel couldn't enter, no matter how urgent the matter. The male bathing house.
He made it to the building and crept inside, not wanting to draw attention upon himself if there were others in there, and others there were, he could hear them talk.
Walking as calmly as possible into the main bathing room, he stopped and tensed to the sight that he beheld. Galadriel, his dear wife was entertaining the young males there with innuendo so foul, none could believe it came from their Lady. All seemed focused upon him.
When the Elves noticed he was in the room, the tirade stopped and Galadriel slowly turned to face him. "Celeborn. You are here." She said, in that rather annoying all-knowing voice of hers.
Celeborn smiled rather hastily and began to slowly back up. The pace was way too slow as in seconds Galadriel had him in the bathing pool, her mouth locked to his in a bruising kiss.
The kiss only stopped for enough time for the Lady to rid both herself and her husband of clothing.
The young males could do nothing but stare as their Lord and Lady were soon writhing in each others arms, Galadriel from an overpowering urge to mate, Celeborn just trying to get this phase of his wife's life over and done with as quickly as possible now it was upon him.
The brutal fast pace that the woman had set made the first 'session' go by in a fast blur. It wasn't until it was over that Celeborn realised that they had had an audience of males all staring slack-jawed at them.
Clearing his throat, he wrapped his wife in what was left of her flowing dress, before putting on the tatters that was his favourite robe. "Now, if you will all so kindly let us by..." He commanded, watching as two of the youngest males present, of which could barely be in their 50's, ran out of the way to let their Lord and Lady pass.
He had to move quickly now, before another embarrassing scene happened. By the time they made it to the safety of their bedroom, they had had two more open shows of public...affection.
This should be gone by tomorrow, thought an exhausted Celeborn. Luckily this only happens once every 50 years.
A/N - This story, as some of you might have guessed, was based off of the hilarious story Elven Pon Farr by Khylea. I am not a Star Trek fan and hadn't heard of that...phase until I read her story, but the thought of Elves going through it once every 50 years sounded very funny and gave me a million little story ideas. This one struck me the most...after all, if you think Arwen is bad, imagine what her Grandmother is like! Ah well, hope you like it. Please don't flame me for this...oh, but leave all and any kind reviews you want.
That Dreaded 'Time'
Celeborn looked around him, before stepping into the clearing, not wanting to run into his wife, Galadriel. Sighing in relief at the sight of an empty clearing, he quickly hurried to the other side and into the relative safety of the forest and the supposed protection of the trees.
He was almost to his sanctuary, the one place he knew that Galadriel couldn't enter, no matter how urgent the matter. The male bathing house.
He made it to the building and crept inside, not wanting to draw attention upon himself if there were others in there, and others there were, he could hear them talk.
Walking as calmly as possible into the main bathing room, he stopped and tensed to the sight that he beheld. Galadriel, his dear wife was entertaining the young males there with innuendo so foul, none could believe it came from their Lady. All seemed focused upon him.
When the Elves noticed he was in the room, the tirade stopped and Galadriel slowly turned to face him. "Celeborn. You are here." She said, in that rather annoying all-knowing voice of hers.
Celeborn smiled rather hastily and began to slowly back up. The pace was way too slow as in seconds Galadriel had him in the bathing pool, her mouth locked to his in a bruising kiss.
The kiss only stopped for enough time for the Lady to rid both herself and her husband of clothing.
The young males could do nothing but stare as their Lord and Lady were soon writhing in each others arms, Galadriel from an overpowering urge to mate, Celeborn just trying to get this phase of his wife's life over and done with as quickly as possible now it was upon him.
The brutal fast pace that the woman had set made the first 'session' go by in a fast blur. It wasn't until it was over that Celeborn realised that they had had an audience of males all staring slack-jawed at them.
Clearing his throat, he wrapped his wife in what was left of her flowing dress, before putting on the tatters that was his favourite robe. "Now, if you will all so kindly let us by..." He commanded, watching as two of the youngest males present, of which could barely be in their 50's, ran out of the way to let their Lord and Lady pass.
He had to move quickly now, before another embarrassing scene happened. By the time they made it to the safety of their bedroom, they had had two more open shows of public...affection.
This should be gone by tomorrow, thought an exhausted Celeborn. Luckily this only happens once every 50 years.
A/N - This story, as some of you might have guessed, was based off of the hilarious story Elven Pon Farr by Khylea. I am not a Star Trek fan and hadn't heard of that...phase until I read her story, but the thought of Elves going through it once every 50 years sounded very funny and gave me a million little story ideas. This one struck me the most...after all, if you think Arwen is bad, imagine what her Grandmother is like! Ah well, hope you like it. Please don't flame me for this...oh, but leave all and any kind reviews you want.