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The Long and Winding Road	By : kathmco Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13

Calla hands were fisted into tight balls as she approached the entrywa the the Royal Talan. The last time she had been here had not been pleasant at all, and the memories were nearly more than she could tolerate.

She trembled as she climbed the steps, but not inrr…it was anger that shook her this time. She was sure that if she came within an arm's length of Galadriel she would scratch her glowing blue eyes right out of her mithril-crowned head.

Having no idea what Celeborn could possibly want with her (certain as she waat sat she had caused enough trouble for the royal household), she took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Enter," came Celeborn's deep, velvety voice from within the room. Cracking the door open, Calla tried, unsuccessfully, to peek inside hoping to get an idea of who was waiting for her. The room was dark, lit only by the small fire that crackled in the fireplace on the far side of the room. A shadowy figure stood near it, turned away from the door. She slipped quietly inside the room, soon realizing that the figure near the fireplace was Celeborn, and that he was alone.

"Lord Celeborn? I was told that you sent for me," Calla said in a soft, respectful voice. After all, this Elf had taken on his wife to save her sorry hide - he deserved her respect and gratitude.

Celeborn, bare-chested in a pair of white leggings, turned, regarding Calla with a cool, almost detached appraisal. "Turn for me."

"I beg your pardon, My Lord?"

"I said, turn for me," he repeated, circling his finger in the air to demonstrate exactly what he meant.

Slowly, feeling a bit embarrassed, Calla turned in a full circle. Celeborn's eyes swept her form, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, pausing at what she assumed he thought were the good parts.

"Do you know why I called for you?" he asked, beckoning her to approach.

"No, My Lord…I just hope it isn't because of something I've done. I don't think it is, considering that I've been unconscious for three days, but, well…you never know," Calla replied, biting her cheek nervously.

Celeborn chuckled softly, reaching out and pulling her closer to him. He ran a finger down the side of her cheek, smiling gently at her to put her at ease. "It is something you've done, but nothing that displeases me."

He moved away from her, leaving her standing at the fireplace while he walked to a small table near a window and poured himself a glass of wine. "Haldir seems quite taken with you. So, I have heard recently, is the Prince of Mirkwood. I, myself, find you quite pleasant to look at." Swirling the wine in the glass, he drank deeply before setting the glass on the table and returning to where Calla stood by the fire.

"You see, my dear, what it is that you've done is make me curious. What is it about you that causes grown Elves to rush like madmen from the other side of the city, or from Rivendell for that matter, to be at your side when you are threatened? I have had occasion to feel that way about my wife, especially during our early wedded years, but never have I felt that way about a human. What magic have you cast on my March Warden? What spell has ensorcelled the son of Thranduil? I wish to find out." His hand snaked to the back of her head, entangling itself in her curls, pressing her head forward. His own head dipped, his soft, sculpted lips enveloping her own.

Without pausing, his free arm encircled her waist, crushing her to him, allowing her to feel his arousal through the thin fabric of her gown.

Wrapping her arms around Celeborn's neck, Calla kissed him back as fervently as he had kissed her. Her tongue tickled his lips, making his eyes pop open at her forwardness. Deciding he rather liked it, he allowed her tongue access to his warm, moist mouth, his own tongue delighting in her taste.

Leaving her waist and hair, his hands busied themselves unlacing her dress, pushing it off her shoulders to puddle at the floor around her feet. Her own hands, again to his surprise, left his neck and fumbled with the lacings of his breeches. For a long while they delighted in simply touching each other, familiarizing each with the other's form.

Celeborn was not disappointed…her skin was every bit as soft and delicate as he had imagined when he had first seen her, naked and bruised at the hands of his wife. He had had no time or inclination to dwell on it at that time, but had thought of it often in the days following.

Following the curve of her back, his hands traveled slowly down her sides, coming to rest cupped around the soft cheeks of her rear. She sighed into his mouth, as the feel of his hands on her bottom sent a tingling rush between her legs.

For her part, Calla was, by now, quite used to the Elves' physical perfection, and Celeborn was a fine example of it. Every muscle stood out in corded relief under his golden skin, strong and rock hard. Her fingers traced the outlines of his spine, feeling each vertebra, slipping her hands down his sides to cup his hard muscled cheeks.

Again, she surprised him with her forwardness - no Elleth he had ever bedded had shown such tenacity in their first encounter. Too aware of his position, they were timid and retreating, content in allowing him to take his pleasure and grateful for whatever he gave them in return. She, however, was willful, openly showing her desire, as unhesitant to explore his body as he was hers.

He lifted her bodily, his hands now serving as a seat as she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. His rock hard erection pressed against her stomach, its heat searing her like a firebrand. Moaning, she took the tip of his ear in her mouth, sucking gently. Reacting to the intense pleasure of her act, he buried his head in her neck, his lips sucking, drawing warmth to the surface, marking her.

Carrying her to the large, ornate bed, he laid her down gently, his hands never losing contact with her skin. They found their way to her breasts, along with his mouth, kneading, teasing, nipping, and suckling, and driving her wild with desire.

Her nails scraped gently on his back as she moaned, wanting more, needing more, demanding more. Feeling nearly unable to contain his own desire, his placed his knee between her legs, pushing them apart to allow him access. Kneeling between her legs, he wrapped his hand around his organ, stroking it, while the thumb of his other hand found her folds, rubbing and pressing on the nub.

Writhing beneath him, panting with want, she reached to grab fistfuls of his long silver hair, intent on pulling him down, forcing him to connect with her.

He acquiesced to her demands, slipping his length within her, a groan escaping his lips as her tightness and heat enveloped him. Faster he pumped, harder, deeper, finding the spot within her that caused her back to arch and hips to lift, as an intense orgasm ripped though her. Her muscles contracted and squeezed, her heat intensifying, scalding his member, bringing his own release. Pumping hard, he fd hed her then collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

As his breathing slowly returned to normal, he rolled off of her, one hand lazily tracing around a nipple. Looking into her eyes, Celeborn smiled, leaning over to kiss her softly. "I seem to have my answers. Now I know what magic spell you have cast…and if I were still unattached, I might wish for that very same spell to be cast on me."

Calla smiled, a special place in her heart reserved for her savior Elf. Her finger caressed his brow, tracing the slight worry lines etched there. Elves didn't get wrinkles, but after 7,000 years or so with Galadriel, she supposed he had earned these. Still smiling, she rose from the bed and began to get dressed, knowing that this dalliance was just that…he neither wanted or expected more from her.

As she reached to open the door to depart, Celeborn called out to her, still lying in repose on the bed. "Calla, tell my March Warden that I wish to speak with him as soon as you return."

"Yes, My Lord, I will," she answered, slipping through the door and into the night.
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