Galadriel's POV

It was the most embarrassing day of my life. First I had this brilliant idea to travel to Rivendell with my husband to see our daughter but after we arrived we heard she had left with her husband and sons to Mirkwood. What a bad timing we had! My fountain had not showed me them leaving. I thought maybe it was time to change the batteries of that thing again.

Lord Glorfindel was in charge in Rivendell and I wondered again was it really that hard for my son-in-law to find quality staff for his home. Not that I didn't regard Glorfindel as a handsome man but he was totally lacking in brains. On a second thought it wasn't necessarily a bad combination for a male elf. Just a look at my husband confirmed me that.

Later that day Glorfindel arranged a party for me and my husband though I was sure it was actually Erestor's idea. I tried not to drink many glasses of wine but after a few I lost a count of them. Much much later I found myself dancing on the table with Erestor and decided it was time to go to bed before things got out of hand.

Finding my room improved to be a one difficult task. Rivendell had always seemed a hard place to figure out and for a drunken elf it was impossibly difficult. After couple of mistakes I managed to climb to my own bed. I was almost asleep when I heard someone was in my room…and then in my bed!

"My darling…is that really you?" I couldn't believe it was true! For about 1234567890 years we hadn't had any sex and I had almost come to wonder if I had lost some of my attractiveness. He didn't answer but rather froze like he was suddenly changing his mind.

"Come to me, love! It has been too long since we did…IT!" I hated how I sounded horny but every girl has her needs. The room was dark but even in that dim light his hair looked different. It was dark instead of shining grey but I quickly concluded it was only so because I was drunk.

"Talk to me, my love!" I asked and laid my hands on his chest. I wished I could have seen his face.

"Er…" He was obviously unable to speak. He had probably missed me so much he lost all his words. How romantic!

"I have never loved anyone but you! Can you still remember our first time?" I kissed his chest gently and felt he was really tensed. He was turning his head away when I tried to kiss his lips. Curse it! He was playing hard to catch.

"Er…?" He muttered and I sighed. Men! They never remember the best moments. That's not surprising though. After all, all their blood is in their…THINGS when they make love. Thus the memory losses.

"Never mind. Let us just do it, my love." I whispered my voice full of passion.

"Er…" He responded as to be expected. His voice was more raspy than usual and I wondered if he had caught a cold or something. I had so many times said to him that he should quit smoking. It didn't do good to his sexy voice. But that night I had determined not to start yacking so I didn't say anything about it.

"Tell me you want me!" I demanded

"Er…"

"Tell me I'm the Lady of your heart!" I almost cried out as his silence was really starting to annoy me.

"Er…"

"What's the matter with you!!!??? No more er…!!!!" I just couldn't take it any longer. He would better start talking now.

"Er…milady. I tried to tell you I have made a mistake. I was going to the room next to yours." He finally responded and I realized it wasn't my husband at all. It was Erestor. And I was naked in bed with him…yikes!

I must have fainted because when I looked around he wasn't there anymore. I sighed in relief but then the thought came. The room next to mine. Had Erestor just implied he was going to do…THAT with my husband? An image of them came into my brains, I screamed and fainted again.

The End