Glorfindel silently eased the door to the bathing room open. She hadn't left it locked, thinking him securely tied to the bed. Her back was to him, as she cleansed herself within the pool. Ai, but she was magnificent. Even though she drove him mad with more than just desire (her stubbornness and insufferability among other things) he couldn't deny the depth of his feelings for her. He stalked her in the shadows, coming closer and closer, watching, waiting for his chance. She stood within the pool, before getting out to reach for a towel. She took the bathing sheet and wrapped it firmly around herself, and then turned to leave, only to walk straight in to a thoroughly aroused and thoroughly frustrated Glorfindel, who now was holding her so tightly that she couldn't move.
"Glorfindel! How did you get out of that?" she asked, shocked by his presence within the room. Then something else occurred to her. "How long have you been watching!" she demanded, only to have him half throw her over his shoulder, and carry her towards the bed, striding purposefully. She struggled against his back, determined to break free of him, only to find that he was even more determined than she was. He placed her upon the bed, quickly moving to cover her body with his.
"What? you didn't think that let you get away with it did you?" he asked wryly, before bringing his lips down to her collar bone, teasing her until she could hardly form the words of her next retort.
"You let me up or I'll…"
"You'll what?" he asked playfully, holding her hands above her head, so that she was well and truly trapped underneath him. He had to admit, such a position positively offered her breasts up to him, and he dipped his head to run his tongue along the tip of one. He felt her suck her breathe in. he smiled, before repeating the movement with the other.
"What?" he asked, lifting his head for a moment. "No harsh words? No sharp tongue for all my pains?" he continued to lave her breast within his mouth, drawing the tip in to caress it with his tongue. She shivered at the feeling.
"Have you realised at last then, that tongues have far more delightful uses than merely arguing?" She shook her head, desperate to clear it, to gain control over the situation again, which she had so rapidly lost. He held her tighter.
"Will you please come to terms with the fact that you are not in control for once in your life Lorasar?" he asked, once more exasperated. She looked up at him, and ceased her struggling. The insufferable male! He always knew just what she was thinking!
He took the silence for submission, and continues to leave a molten trail of fire down her body, making her shiver and close her eyes at the exquisite feel of his lips, his mouth, his tongue, his… her eyes flew open. Either there was something else in the bed with them or…Hmmmmm. (some men are born lucky, and some are born tripods. As you have guessed, Glorfindel is the latter.lol) She arched against him, submissive for perhaps the first time in her life. And she didn't care. He lay poised at her entrance, his lips hovering over hers again, his eyes clouded with desire. He released one of her hands, allowing his to stroke down her body, in small caresses, each one more devastating then the last, until he reached her moist desire, and gently slid a finger within her. She gasped in pleasure, as he stroked deeply within her, his thumb gently parting her folds to rub at the tiny nub between her legs that quickly promised to send her over the edge. The feeling inside her threatened to consume her, making her shake, almost at the edge of a firestorm of heat and desire, when he suddenly removed his hand, making her cry out in disappointment and need. Glorfindel lowered his head so his forehead rested on hers, as she gasped for breathe.
"Shall I continue to tease you Lorasar, as you have me for so long?"
She shook her head, her need for him consuming all other feelings within her, so she felt no shame in asking for him, no anger at being captured within such a fragile cage, no sadness that that little wildness within her had been tamed by this mans touch.
He leant down, kissing her passionately, his lips consuming hers in a maelstrom of fire and pleasure, until she felt him gently entering her, thrusting in slowly, and she was filed with a mixture of pleasure and pain so intense, she couldn't decide which it was, nor if she loved or hated the feeling. He paused within her, allowing her to become adjusted around his considerable size, before slowly thrusting again, making her eyes widen, and her breathe come short. He continued thrusting slowly, his pace almost making her scream with frustration, as she arched beneath him, desperate to have him take her with the same desire that raced through her, and that he was so very obviously keeping under control. He smiled seductively down at her. He knew he was teasing her. He knew that she needed him, and truth be told, he needed her just as much. In fact, he wasn't sure how much longer he could draw out this torment, for his pace was torture within itself. Her hands wrapped around him, burying themselves in his hair. He let loose a feral cry of desire, before thrusting himself deeply in to her, again and again, she urging him on with body and hands, small whispers that pleaded him to take all of her, and to leave nothing in return. He continued to thrust deeply within her heat, feeling his release building, as she felt the same power building within her. It was the breaking of a storm, of a thousand different emotions, of something complex and powerful that both devastated and bound the two in a heated joining that would remain engraven on to their very hearts and souls for all their time in this world or the next. He collapsed on to her, both of them gasping for breathe, too exhausted to move, to spent to speak, to delirious with the aftermath of the sensations still coursing through them both o break the intimacy of the moment, as it stretched between them, as long and as pure as anything either had ever experienced. They both fell into a hazy sleep, their minds still too fogged with their feelings for each other and pure bliss to even realise that the two of them had been played, by the three elves who knew each of them best, and who were now celebrating over a glass of wine.
As she slept, her exhausted mind registered, everything had changed. She knew the worst was over, and she felt she could breath again. She had felt for so long that she was the only one left to fight, but after the turbulent events of the last few days, she was strangely at peace within herself. And that, just maybe, here was one who could stand beside her. She had felt so broken, and so lost within herself, and he had drawn her out of her sanctuary, to wrap her in a shroud of light, that seemed to radiate from him. No wonder he had defeated a Balrog, with all the goodness and strength she had seen within him, she no longer doubted him. Or herself.
Galdrion stirred from his sleep. He saw his wife in his dreams, amongst the heathens, elven kin that consorted with men, dwarves, halfings and all the filth of middle earth. Races that sullied all they touched, that still carried half formed notions of feudalism, carnal desires, and (he thought, to his disgust) beliefs that women were worth more than mere ornaments. His own wives stirred restlessly, for there was always little sleep to be had.
It was the knowledge that his property, Lorasar, still held deep within herself that betrayed her very existence, people and that of their society in itself. Her people not of the depths of Mirkwood, nor the forests of Lorien or the heights of Imladris. Her, people, proud ellon from the times before the evil of the Ring tarnished the land, and she had rejected them, preferring to be amongst the heathen of tales, consorting with them, as though she was their equal. Even though she was a woman, she was still worth twice that of a tree dweller. And yet, she had rejected her husband, he who had claimed her First Blood, making her his.
Her family, her home settlement Caras Galadron. Were none may venture, were none may find. And were none had left. Until years before, when one elleth, barely more than a child in body, but so much older in spirit had run, broken, to find a place of healing. And the time had come to find her again, and bring her home, before she betrayed their long forgotten presence to those whose presence was not wanted. Galdrion tossed in his sleep, his dreams showing him his elleth, who, despite being many leagues away, and pale as the moon, having lost her brown skin of the desert after centuries beneath the boughs of Lorien, he recognised. It was time to retrieve that which he had claimed years before. It was his right, as he had claimed her First Blood. He turned again. It was high time he reclaimed his property. He fell once more into a restful doze.
Lorasar tossed fitfully, until Glorfindel drew her more firmly against him. Yes, Glorfindel mused to himself, it was time. Time he settled down, and shared himself with another. And he had no doubt that this elleth would keep him thoroughly aroused, frustrated and occupied for all his days. He tenderly kissed the top of her head.
A/N; And so begins what I hope was a good idea. Another elven race, having separating themselves from the others centuries, nay, millennia ago to deny the evil of the ring, and in doing so, have slowly over the years become corrupted themselves. Their society has become very similar to that of the desert people of Arabia. They live in the far desert of Middle Earth, and we will see how all of this turns out, shall we?
Feed back is appreciated.. And that reminds me. Stay tuned for a little bit of something between the twins and Allarah. (What? you didn't think she was crazy enough to have those two gorgeous elves at her disposal, and not make use of them!