His foot falls were feather light and would not have alerted the ears of
any elf. No twig cracked underneath his boots and no leaves were rustled by
his robe. His hands constantly left his side to be placed fleetingly on the
trunk of a tree as he passed. It calmed his nerves, this walk, as he had
received troubling news that morning in the form of a message sent from
Mithrandir. Troubling news he knew he needed to share with his wife who's
participation in the councils of the wise as of late had been ever welcome
by him.
When finally he did stumble upon Celebrian, he found her form slightly distorted by the fall of water from one of the many falls situated in Imladris. A smile crept across his lips as he watched her merely standing beneath the warm water, attempting to shed all the memories and all the knowledge of events both current and past. He moved slightly closer as he admired the way her hair seemed more gold than silver when wet, her skin a deeper color than it normally was. He would have continued his watch had he not felt the first stirrings of a fever.
Elrond went down to the pool of water at the base of the fall, a few feet from his wife's feet and began to run the cool water over his forehead, attempting to drive the fever and the flush of his cheeks from his body before his wife felt it. But it was to late, at such close proximity, she felt it almost as soon as it began to heavily burn him.
Celebrian stepped back from the falling water, cleared the droplets from her eyes and turned to see her husband at the shore of the small, shallow lake, his hand cupping a small amount of water to his forehead. She crossed the pool quickly and kneeled by his side, placing a wet hand on his back and taking his hand from his forehead. Elrond looked up and smiled reassuringly at her.
"I did not wish to trouble you while you bathed, in manner of speaking." Celebrian looked at him still with worry.
"Why were you out here? You should not stray far from our home when you know that a fever could take you at any moment." She helped him to his feet but did not let go of him, her arms still wrapped about him.
"I needed to speak with you, it was rather urgent." Celebrian cared little of the urgency of any matter over her husbands well being. It had been many years since he was captured but the fevers that took him came more often than before and some, more fiercely than others.
Elrond wrapped her in a large towel and proceeded to dry his wife off quickly before she became cold.
"What matter was urgent enough to make you act so foolishly." Elrond ran the corner of the towel over her hair a few times, playfully ruffling it. Celebrian took the towel and faced him as she dried herself off.
"Mithrandir sent news to me today and I'm certain that he has to Galadriel as well." Elrond, noticing his wife's slight shivering, removed his robe and wrapped it about her.
They spoke as they walked back hand in hand but Celebrian didn't pay attention to anything other than her husband's touch until he said one word.
"Beg pardon?" She said as she turned and looked up at him, his face serious and his brow dark.
"Sauron is the one who inhabits Dol Guldur." Celebrian was unsure of what to make of the knowledge at the moment.
"So close…" Elrond made a soft murmuring sound. "News must surly have gone to Lord Thranduil but all the Elves of the Green Wood could do little against him…"Elrond waited for his wife to verbalize all of her thoughts before he spoke again, realizing that she had far to much on her mind lately.
"Along with Mithrandir's message came one also from Curunír. He does not think it wise that we advance on Sauron at this time." Celebrian stared up at him in confusion.
"Why not? It seems foolish to wait and let his power grow." Elrond's look was still hard as he looked out over the woods, thinning as they grew closer to the gardens. The gray, clouded sky was as a reminder of what brooded over the mountains. Elrond looked down with concern at his wife when he felt her grip on his hand tighten. "Elrond, Dol Guldur…it's so close to Lorien…" She whispered to him. Elrond stopped and pulled her into his arms, resting her head upon his shoulder. He knew very well that his wife was strong enough to not need this. She could have walked back free even of his hand but he didn't care. Celebrian had shouldered far too much for too long, something she had not been used to when he was taken.
"If you worry about your mother and father, you needn't. If there are elves about better capable of standing their ground more so than those of the Golden Wood, I have yet to find them, do not worry." Celebrian nestled in closer to his chest as Elrond laid a kiss upon her head. Eventually he trailed kisses down to her neck and worked the flesh of the area with his tongue. Celebrian hugged his head to her and closed her eyes.
Rarely was it that anything seemed slow now, especially during moments between them. But at this time, it seemed as if every breath he took lasted an age and she cherished it.
Sorry about the somewhat….slogishness(not a word, I know) of this chap, it's 12:10 in the morning on a Sunday, I'm just a little tired…..night night…….*yawns, review plz:)
When finally he did stumble upon Celebrian, he found her form slightly distorted by the fall of water from one of the many falls situated in Imladris. A smile crept across his lips as he watched her merely standing beneath the warm water, attempting to shed all the memories and all the knowledge of events both current and past. He moved slightly closer as he admired the way her hair seemed more gold than silver when wet, her skin a deeper color than it normally was. He would have continued his watch had he not felt the first stirrings of a fever.
Elrond went down to the pool of water at the base of the fall, a few feet from his wife's feet and began to run the cool water over his forehead, attempting to drive the fever and the flush of his cheeks from his body before his wife felt it. But it was to late, at such close proximity, she felt it almost as soon as it began to heavily burn him.
Celebrian stepped back from the falling water, cleared the droplets from her eyes and turned to see her husband at the shore of the small, shallow lake, his hand cupping a small amount of water to his forehead. She crossed the pool quickly and kneeled by his side, placing a wet hand on his back and taking his hand from his forehead. Elrond looked up and smiled reassuringly at her.
"I did not wish to trouble you while you bathed, in manner of speaking." Celebrian looked at him still with worry.
"Why were you out here? You should not stray far from our home when you know that a fever could take you at any moment." She helped him to his feet but did not let go of him, her arms still wrapped about him.
"I needed to speak with you, it was rather urgent." Celebrian cared little of the urgency of any matter over her husbands well being. It had been many years since he was captured but the fevers that took him came more often than before and some, more fiercely than others.
Elrond wrapped her in a large towel and proceeded to dry his wife off quickly before she became cold.
"What matter was urgent enough to make you act so foolishly." Elrond ran the corner of the towel over her hair a few times, playfully ruffling it. Celebrian took the towel and faced him as she dried herself off.
"Mithrandir sent news to me today and I'm certain that he has to Galadriel as well." Elrond, noticing his wife's slight shivering, removed his robe and wrapped it about her.
They spoke as they walked back hand in hand but Celebrian didn't pay attention to anything other than her husband's touch until he said one word.
"Beg pardon?" She said as she turned and looked up at him, his face serious and his brow dark.
"Sauron is the one who inhabits Dol Guldur." Celebrian was unsure of what to make of the knowledge at the moment.
"So close…" Elrond made a soft murmuring sound. "News must surly have gone to Lord Thranduil but all the Elves of the Green Wood could do little against him…"Elrond waited for his wife to verbalize all of her thoughts before he spoke again, realizing that she had far to much on her mind lately.
"Along with Mithrandir's message came one also from Curunír. He does not think it wise that we advance on Sauron at this time." Celebrian stared up at him in confusion.
"Why not? It seems foolish to wait and let his power grow." Elrond's look was still hard as he looked out over the woods, thinning as they grew closer to the gardens. The gray, clouded sky was as a reminder of what brooded over the mountains. Elrond looked down with concern at his wife when he felt her grip on his hand tighten. "Elrond, Dol Guldur…it's so close to Lorien…" She whispered to him. Elrond stopped and pulled her into his arms, resting her head upon his shoulder. He knew very well that his wife was strong enough to not need this. She could have walked back free even of his hand but he didn't care. Celebrian had shouldered far too much for too long, something she had not been used to when he was taken.
"If you worry about your mother and father, you needn't. If there are elves about better capable of standing their ground more so than those of the Golden Wood, I have yet to find them, do not worry." Celebrian nestled in closer to his chest as Elrond laid a kiss upon her head. Eventually he trailed kisses down to her neck and worked the flesh of the area with his tongue. Celebrian hugged his head to her and closed her eyes.
Rarely was it that anything seemed slow now, especially during moments between them. But at this time, it seemed as if every breath he took lasted an age and she cherished it.
Sorry about the somewhat….slogishness(not a word, I know) of this chap, it's 12:10 in the morning on a Sunday, I'm just a little tired…..night night…….*yawns, review plz:)