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Elrond's Game	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 3293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Middle Earth, or any of the characters. Everything is Tolkien's. I make no money from this work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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Author's Note: This is the first part of a request written for aprilreign, who wanted to see Elrond/Celebrian with mild BDSM and a dominant Elrond. I hope you enjoy this first part! Thank you for all the lovely comments you leave me, aprilreign. It's a pleasure to write for you.
This story contains no slash whatsoever, which is kind of new for me. It's also turning out to be rather long, hence you get the first chapter here as a taster.

Chapter One
In the privacy of Elrond's study it had been a long, deep evening. During the winter the light faded so quickly the day was over almost before it had begun. Celebrían put down the book she was reading and stood up from the settee, reaching her arms above her, twirling in a leisurely fashion before the fire. It felt good to stretch her limbs, and she glided to the window to look out, though she could hardly see anything of the garden. There were so many lamps lit inside they reflected on the glass and she saw a mirror image of the room she stood in, Elrond working behind his desk.
Celebrían had known from childhood that they were destined for each other. She'd inherited enough of her mother's foresight to see their own beloved children, although she hadn't known what it meant at the time. Now, after many long centuries, it had finally come to pass. First Elladan and Elrohir, like a gift from Ilúvatar himself; then Arwen, so tiny and perfect. Elrond's happiness was complete, and hers too.
Gazing tenderly at Elrond in the window glass, she felt her heart almost glow with love for him. He took his studies as seriously as his weapons training. Nothing he did escaped Celebrían's attention, though she herself was much more light hearted. But then he had seen much of war. He was also one of two, though his own twin Elros was long gone by now. Is that why he was so contradictory? Who would be a formidable warrior, and still the greatest healer Arda had ever known, except someone who was trying to express two lives? Two lifelong pursuits, as if he contained two souls, and intended to take both of them to Aman with him. Sadly, such was impossible, and he must know it, yet he persevered.
I gave you twins, my love, she thought clearly, feeling a small smile on her lips. She saw Elrond pause with his pen, as if thinking of a word, head tilted, then continued writing.
Turning her back to the glass, she regarded him in truth, letting her body move sinuously of its own accord. Her own lifelong pursuit was dance, and it coloured and informed every movement she made. She was always graceful, but such had taken many centuries of practice. Now, she could draw every eye in a room and yet still the only attention she longed for was his.
Suddenly unwilling to sit and wait for him to finish his note making, Celebrían moved to stand behind his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Come, meleth,” she whispered, squeezing gently, almost enchanted by the muscles under her fingers. “Leave your work to tomorrow.” She had given him children, but that is not why she wanted him in these moments. He was so strong, yet capable of such surprising tenderness that it still thrilled her to the depth of her being. Even after all of their years together. A warrior's strength put to the use of love was wonderful enough, but his hands... there was no experience like a healer's hands turned to the task of pleasure, and Celebrían drew in a lustful breath, letting her own palms slide down to his chest and the muscles there as she laid her face alongside his neck, shaking her head slightly so as to nudge his braids out of the way. There was always something exciting about his body heat and his scent, as if it stirred something deep inside her she could not describe or control.
“Celebrían,” he remonstrated softly, pausing to sprinkle drying powder over the ink of his words. “It is early yet.” His voice was quiet, but it vibrated under her hands, deep in his chest.
“All the better,” she said lightly, a very slight aristocratic note sneaking into her voice. “It gives us more time for love.”
He chuckled, indulgent to a fault, but she was distracted by the need to feel him inside her, his greater weight pressing her into the softness of their bed as he moved... ah, yes... She felt a rushing ache to feel him, needed it. With a little sigh she moved around the chair and perched sideways on his lap with her arms draped around his neck so that he could no longer work. He tried, nevertheless, reaching around her so that she was encompassed within his arms, included in his warmth.
At last, it seemed he saw the futility of it and gave in, holding her in a loose embrace as he leaned back and gazed at her, his work abandoned.
“Hervess nín,” Elrond said, as if chastising her. “Once, the most mischievous elleth in Arda. How came you to be mine?”
Celebrían laughed at his words, delighted, pressing herself against him. His hand was resting on her waist to keep her steady, fingers curling around the small of her back. His hands and fingers that were so very talented others could only guess. She wriggled on his lap, on purpose, feeling his body stir beneath her.
His other hand suddenly cupped her face, tilting it up towards his in a subtly dominant way, as if she were a treat he wished to savour. It was difficult to let go of that impression, since as soon as their lips touched Elrond was aggressive, opening her mouth with his own and then sliding his tongue inside with a sound of pure enjoyment.
If his heat and scent were addictive, it was nothing compared to his taste and his touch. His actions stunned and overwhelmed her, since his kisses outside the privacy of the bedchamber were usually sweet and chaste, even when they were alone like this. Celebrían moaned helplessly, his hand sliding down a little from her cheek, the pad of his thumb resting over the pulse in her neck.
When he had enough he drew back, and she felt drugged, clinging to him, pressing her face and her lips into the crook of his neck as they sat there together.
“To bed, herven,” she said, teasing, when she had recovered a little. “Take me there.” Then she suddenly squealed when he turned her over his knee. Celebrían found herself staring at the floor, her hair hanging down around her face, swaying and brushing against the polished stone.
“What will it take to temper your misconduct this time, hmm?” Elrond asked, and Celebrían felt weak and breathless, her hands on his thigh, pressing as if to get up but he had one hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. The other... Celebrían gasped when she felt Elrond's other hand swat lightly against her bottom. Even through her clothes it made her moan.
She tried to twist her head, to look up, because he would have that expression again. Bland and impassive, as if disciplining her was just another of his duties as Lord of the Valley. He played this way so seldom, but when he did, Celebrían thought she might die of desire and pleasure.
Again that hand landed, nowhere near enough to hurt, but she felt the blush on her face, hot and prickling on her skin. “Hîr Elrond nín,” she whimpered, breathless with want, slipping into character for their game so swiftly she felt dizzy.
His hand lay heavy on her bottom, fingers pressing, palm almost kneading. “This excites you, I can tell. I should take you to my bed and tie you to it, bain ûn,” he said. “And together we shall see just how deeply these carnal appetites run in you.”
“Yes! Please, Hîr Elrond,” she begged, that rushing ache in her almost painful now, receiving another tap from the flat of his hand for her words.
“And then, perhaps,” he continued, still keeping up the mild punishment. “When you have come so many times that you no longer remember your own name, I will use you. Only when you are too exhausted to move or to speak will I take you. You will be very hot for me, so wet and slick with your desire. You would like that, I think.”
His words were such an incitement to her lust that it was almost cruel of him. “Elrond, please...”
“I will fill you up with me, and you will beg very well for it, I am sure.”
He took one of her hands and pulled it back, pressing it to the hardness that awaited between his legs. Celebrían moaned again, seeing the picture he painted perfectly, and wriggled once more, impatient for him to begin. It felt as though something inside her had turned fluid and pliant, formless and ready. To feel him inside, and the reminder he gave... it was a hunger that had no equal.
“Perhaps then I might have some peace,” he said, surely jesting. “Though I hope not,” he added fondly.
“You are such a dreadful tease!” Celebrían complained, petulant and pouting, still held down over Elrond's knee. To her surprise, he leaned down over her.
“Oh, surely not yet, mell hervess,” he murmured, suggestive. “Give me time and I shall live up to this accusation you level against me. You will not escape your fate now. I have quite made up my mind.”
Escape? As if she had any desire for that! Then suddenly she was freed and placed upon her feet, swaying slightly as Elrond stood up and took hold of her hand to lead her away. “Tolah nin, Brennil ned Imladris ar govad iest nín.”
Despite her lust, Celebrían came back to herself a little as they walked together, deliberately taking smaller steps so that her footfalls pitter-pattered beside him in exuberant joy. Bouncing now and then, Celebrían was almost effervescent.
They undressed each other in haste. Or, at least Celebrían was hasty. She grew impatient at the way Elrond wanted her to raise her arms, or step out of her skirts and undergarments until she was completely undressed, and him nearly so. He still wore his thin cotton trousers. All she wanted was to touch, sliding her hands down over Elrond's pectoral muscles, rubbing the back of her knuckles over his hard stomach as she looked up into his eyes.
“Oh!” Elrond laughed. “Do you think you will tempt me to satisfy you early?”
Celebrían said nothing, but bit her bottom lip in a deliberate attempt to do just that, knowing that he found it almost irresistible. Saying nothing further, Elrond took one of her hands and dragged it further down. Celebrían's fingers curled naturally around the shape of him inside the thin material. She could feel his hardness, his heat, and she bit her lip again.
The kiss began again, as aggressive as before, but this time Celebrían was not taken by surprise, and she reciprocated hungrily, squeezing at him through his clothing, anticipating the perfection of the sensations as he moved inside her. Only then would she feel complete. Only then could she be satisfied.
At last she managed to move her hands to his waistband, slender fingers sliding beneath. The trousers rode low on his hips; she could feel the shape of his pelvic bone beneath her fingers, but then her hands were dislodged as Elrond dipped down and swung her up into his arms. Celebrían giggled happily.
Yet instead of continuing, Elrond simply deposited her form onto the bed, already grasping her right wrist as he fiddled about at one of the corners near the bed head, coming up with a pre-tied length of elven rope.
“You have planned this!” she announced, in equal amounts of joy and trepidation. What else had he planned? At once his promise to earn her accusation made her tremble as he tied her wrist to the bed head.
Without going any further, Elrond sat on the side of the bed and looked down at her. “Do you remember when we first lay together after we were married, Cel?” he asked, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, every inch the kind and considerate lover she was accustomed to now. Celebrían nodded at once – as if she could ever forget! It was the moment she had waited for, when Elrond had finally become hers.
“I knew at that moment that any games like this would be light-hearted with you,” he said, and Celebrían smiled, feeling reassured. “To that I pledge my fëa,” he told her. “There will never be darkness between us. Do you trust me?”
Celebrían nodded instantly, without even needing to think about it. Really! Elrond had the most ridiculous ideas sometimes! And yet, the trepidation was back when he tied her other wrist, and both of her ankles. Being athletic, Celebrían tested her new confinement, and managed to raise the core of her body several inches from the bed. She relaxed again, content that she had some measure of freedom left. Elrond smiled strangely, but said nothing. It was a look she'd never seen on him before, in all of their centuries together.
Oh, but her blood burned for him! “Will you take me, now that I am helpless?” she invited, smiling uncertainly.
“Oh, no, not yet. I don't think so. You do recall my words in the study, don't you?”
Celebrían felt a sudden shock of arousal, as if the centre of her world had suddenly shifted down several levels. “You really m-mean to... tease me?” she said, understanding. The heat in her increased ten-fold, and she tested the ropes again, secretly thrilled to find she couldn't escape them.
“You are so flighty and capricious,” Elrond commented as she struggled, leaning over her body to lap delicately at a nipple with a stiff, pointed tongue. Celebrían shivered. “Binding you is akin to restraining a dandelion seed. Where are the warm breezes that carry you now, melethril nín?” he questioned, then aimed a puff of breath at the wetness he had left, while with his hand he palmed her other breast and squeezed rhythmically. “Do you feel them still? Would you escape my touch, wild faerie of the woods, if you could but move?”
Celebrían moaned, hardly able to take it in, this new game of his. “Never...” she gasped, as he continued to torment. Oh, those hands! It was as if his fingers tingled with electricity, and his palm against her breast was so pleasurable Celebrían wondered if she might swoon. “You are a fair and just Lord,” she managed, “tolerant, capable of endless mercy. Why, you are known for it, Hîr Elrond nín.”
“Am I indeed? But you are trembling mell nín,” he observed with a kind of detached curiosity. “Perhaps you only indulge in wishful thinking. Did you think of that?”
All Celebrían could think of was the way he touched, both of his hands working her breasts firmly now, kneading in tandem. It felt so wonderful to be held in his hands. Celebrían pushed her chest up in an instinctive offering, unable to help it. Her eyes locked with his, desperate, longing. “Elrond... please...”
“No,” he responded, easing off a little while Celebrían moaned in dismay, her eyes drifting closed. Her breasts ached for the more thorough attention of a mere moment ago. “You are mine now, and I will play with you as I wish despite your entreaties.” Now his hands left her breasts entirely and dawdled around her midriff and waist, tickling with sensation so that she thrashed, trying to turn into the touch of those fingers, so light and dexterous as they played over her bare skin in a sensual examination of response. Elrond hummed in consideration as he swept his touch over the shape of her ribs.
“You are no politician to make deals,” he said, and Celebrían felt something inside her melt entirely. Her lower body ached with arousal, from her stomach to her trembling widespread thighs, her inner muscles clenching upon nothing. “You come to the negotiation table bearing only gifts,” he said. “I shall take everything you offer, little by little, and enjoy myself thoroughly into the bargain.”
“You are wicked!” she gasped as the fingers of one hand stroked her labia in a frustrating light caress. She lifted her hips to no avail. “Valar, please!”
“I believe I am merely taking a leaf out of your own book, Cel,” he commented coolly. “How does it feel?”
All at once, she remembered how many times she had done this very thing, teasing Elrond to distraction time and again in their bed. Until he begged for the gift of her body, until his usual self-restraint was entirely torn away. He would plead for her favour by reminding her he was still half mortal. It was a favourite pastime of hers, to make Elrond burn with the sudden hot lust of one of the edain, to make him respond like some wild thing, holding her so close and tight and greedy as she finally gave him what he wanted.
“I am sorry!” she cried out, guilty, only to be shushed, a single finger placed against her lips. Celebrían opened her eyes.
“No darkness, Cel,” Elrond reminded her, his gaze intense and searching. “I give you leave to enjoy the experience, and enjoy it you will.” He paused. “Don't you know how much I love you, and all that you do?”
And just like that, he healed. Celebrían sighed and stretched under the fabulous caress of his hands. “But will I enjoy it?” she lamented. “I need you so!”
Elrond laughed, and it was rich and resonant between them. “Of course you will, mell nín,” he said. “I intend to bestow pleasure upon your helpless body.” He paused for a beat. “Many times, over and over, until you are completely lost. Then I will find you and bring you home.”
Celebrían whined and struggled, but in her secret heart she began to enjoy this game. Everyone had been indulgent to her whims for her whole life, even her beloved. Now, even if only for the sake of play, it felt different.
“You are a cruel and oppressive tyrant,” she declared dramatically, “and wicked!”
Elrond tutted playfully, dragging the fingers of one hand up and down her outer thigh, until the skin there began to feel heated and sensitive, craving each pass of his hand. “Yes, well, that does present a bit of a problem for you, meleth nín , since you are at the mercy of such a terrible Master.”
She ceased to breathe for a moment, truly shocked. “ What do you say now?” she whispered into the silence between them, seeking out his eyes with her own. “No one is my Master!” Elrond's hands moved again, returning to her breasts, and she bit her lip to keep in the moan. She longed for his touch everywhere, all at once. Perhaps the Valar should have given him multiple hands, she thought, and surely he could use them in his work!
His lips suddenly tilted upwards as he teased. “Why, I shall...” she uttered, her breaths coming short like little sobs, though she was far away from crying. She felt excited beyond anything she had ever felt before. “I shall tell my mother!”
“Will you really?” Elrond drew in a long breath, as if considering the threat. “We have been married for three centuries, and you have given me three children. Our union is blessed among the eldar. And, as you pointed out yourself, my reputation precedes me. No, pen melui, I do not think even your own mother would believe you.”
Put beyond a response, Celebrían shuddered with want as Elrond stretched out beside her on the bed, still wearing the trousers, she noted with disappointment. One hand lay flat against her stomach now, the other slid into the tresses of her hair, turning her head away so that he could kiss her neck.
“I am fair,” Elrond said, just as if he were giving instruction to a wayward child.
“Just and tolerant,” he murmured. Celebrían did not respond, and she felt his lips against her neck, curved into a smile.
“Capable of endless mercy,” he said then, before moving to her ear, nibbling slightly along it and she could not keep in the moan.
“Mercy!” she begged, but did not receive it. Perhaps, she thought, he should have more than one mouth, too.
“You would make me into a monster!” Elrond chastised then, rolling onto his back and laughing as heartily as she had ever seen him. Celebrían bristled with resentment, despite yearning for him to continue. She would not yield, not that way.
“I have no Master,” she insisted, sullen, pulling at the ropes for good measure, and Elrond ceased the detestable laughing, rolling back onto his side to stare into her eyes.
“We shall see, mell nín,” he said, as if taking it as a challenge. “I think you underestimate yourself...”

To be continued...

Translations (Sindarin):
meleth – love
Hervess nín – my wife
elleth – elf maid
herven – husband
Hîr Elrond nín – my Lord Elrond
bain ûn – beautiful creature
mell hervess – dear wife
Tolah nin, Brennil ned Imladris ar govad iest nín - Come with me, Lady of Imladris and obey me (literally 'meet my wish/es')
fëa – soul
melethril nín – my lover (female)
mell nín – my dear
pen melui – lovely one
Note on the word 'iest' (wish): Following the rules on creating plurals in Sindarin, normally the plural for this would be 'ist' (wishes), but since I did not want to be confusing ('ist' also means 'lore') I decided to keep it as the singular, hoping it would stand. But I think if you're offended by my sindarin not having the correct plural form, my poor grammar probably appals you far more anyway.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you're enjoying it!
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