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Chapter Twenty
III 108
Perhaps this was the last time he would venture out of Imladris in a while. These years of peace were hard won and too fleeting, so why not enjoy them? Elrond relaxed in the heart of the golden wood, his words with Galadriel short and over with now. The time for words would come again, since the power of the rings they themselves held, though diminished, was not completely gone. Still, at least they could be worn again, and be of some use.
Elrond’s heart contracted in grief for Gil Galad for a moment, but it passed, as all things did. There were no more reports to make on Oropher either, and never would be. Something inside him ached, and he breathed deeply. Peace was what he desired above all else, though it was not quite a longing.
As if from far away he first became aware of her laughter, making its way through the trees to his place on the log. Before he left, he wanted to see Celebrían again, just once more, to see if what he had imagined at Thranduil’s palace might be real, but for that he could wait a day or two. Now, when his thoughts were heavy, he had no heart for it.
Mentally, he prepared himself to leave for the talan he had been given as Galadriel’s guest; and then he saw her. She ran towards him over the carpet of grass and bluebells beneath the great trees, looking back over her shoulder as though she were being pursued. Her flowing robes drifted around her slight form so that it seemed she ran in slow motion. He almost stood up, feeling an instant ridiculous certainty that she was running to him. His hands twitched as if he would open his arms and catch her mid-flight.
There was an obvious fight in her between catching her breath and her laughter, and she stopped suddenly, arms hugging a tree trunk in delighted excitement, still looking back the way she had come. She was so vital and spirited in contrast to him that he immediately felt the burden of the war and his knowledge a little less. Elrond was entranced, sitting up straight in his place though she hadn’t seen him and wasn’t likely to either. She was ruffled and untidy – almost wild – her eyes bright with exercise and her lips glistening when she moistened them.
One of the guards came rushing after her, someone Elrond recognised, catching her before she could think of running again and pressing her up against the tree. They were more like nymphs with their silver hair and grey eyes.
“Haldir!” she said needlessly. “You have caught me!” She threw her head back as if in surrender, and the guard was smiling as he watched the little display. They were lost in their own world, and Elrond remained as a spectator, unable to take his eyes away from the beauty before him.
“Payment now, Celebrían,” the archer said, smiling, lust and love in his eyes, and before Elrond could stand up and interject, the guard was kissing her in front of him. He saw it all in such clarity; saw Haldir’s tongue enter her mouth as Celebrían struggled against him, her laughter turned to an intermittent moan. This was no child’s game! Only then did it occur to him he had thought Celebrían a child all of this time, when clearly she was that no longer. When had she changed?
When did we stop? Oropher’s words from so long ago, and they seemed so appropriate when Elrond saw what he had missed, what had not even begun. There was a pained sound of surprise that he thought must have come from his own lips, but then Haldir pulled back, letting Celebrían go to put a hand to his mouth.
“Teeth!” he almost shouted, and Celebrían laughed. Still a child, then. Elrond smiled despite himself at her antics. She began to run again but did not get far. Haldir took her down to the ground easily, and it was impossible to look away. “Now you owe me two,” he said, his larger body covering hers, angling his head down to inhale the scent of her while she giggled and writhed in his grasp.
Elrond watched, breathless, as one of Haldir’s hands pressed her wrists into the ground above her head to keep her captive, and the other hand – Elrond swallowed – the other hand dragged down over her neck, then over her chest, between her breasts, down further. Celebrían had quietened, and she sighed as the guard lowered his head and took one of the kisses he claimed.
“Haldir,” she said again after some moments when it was over, sounding quite lost and childlike. These were moments Elrond could have used to quietly leave, but he remained, watching. Haldir looked up, and if to answer her he cupped one breast easily in his hand, squeezing rhythmically until Celebrían moaned, her gaze sliding down to watch what he did with that hand.
“Are you a child still, then?” the guard said, unaware he was echoing Elrond’s thoughts, quite amused now if the quirk of his lips was anything to go by. For the smallest instant, that same playful smile was on Celebrían’s lips before she moaned again, and her body jolted a little beneath Haldir’s weight.
“You know I am not a child,” Celebrían said simply, on a breath. “Take me,” she said it as an order, proving that they had been playing for quite some time before they came to his part of the woods. To give Haldir credit, he didn’t comply with her wishes. Instead he tilted his head as if he didn’t understand and smiled.
“Take you where? Are you tired of this game?” Celebrían deliberately huffed in his arms, so that her breasts bounced, and Haldir looked down to properly enjoy it.
“Haldir!” she exclaimed. “You know what I mean.” Celebrían sighed, and all trace of teasing was gone from her voice now. “Take care of me.” Almost pleading. “Care for me.”
There was a subtle change to the atmosphere as he looked down on her, and Elrond knew the context of their relationship with Haldir’s next words. He’d been her guard back when she was throwing cherry blossom at visitors.
“I have always cared for you, Lady,” he said quietly, as if it were a private vow between them, Celebrían finally caught in the spell of his grey eyes.
“I know,” she said, her arms were free now and she moved them to hold Haldir’s face in her hands. “I love you.” Haldir didn’t answer as she clearly expected, and Celebrían frowned. “Do you obey my mother’s instructions even in this?” she asked, clearly astounded.
Haldir sniggered. “Only in very general terms…”
“How general?” Celebrían, suddenly suspicious.
“She knows it takes the three of us to ensure you are taken care of.” Celebrían struggled beneath her captor, making Haldir groan under his breath.
“You are terrible!” Unfortunately, she ruined her indignation with a giggle.
“Hmm…” Haldir was all arrogance. “But I am a fast runner, yes?”
Laughing without censure, Celebrían gave in and sighed. “The best.” Then she bit her bottom lip in consideration, and Elrond felt the guard’s smile echoed on his own lips this time. “I would get into so much trouble without you,” Celebrían confided as if in regret.
“I know,” Haldir confided with a raised eyebrow, “and so does your mother. What do you get up to when I am away?”
Galadriel had chosen well. He would clearly keep her safe, keep her happy, and should trouble ever come he would die to defend her. No doubt he had been young himself when Galadriel appointed him the task.
“I told her you were wonderful,” Celebrían sighed, ignoring the question as Haldir kissed her neck.
Of a sudden, the archer laughed throatily. “So that is why…” he mused, almost to himself.
“Why, what?” Celebrían asked, her lips turning down in puzzlement.
“Shh,” Haldir warned, his entire posture suddenly alert, though he didn’t move from his comfortable position on Celebrían. “Someone is close by.”
Frozen in place, Celebrían looked around her, and her eyes widened when she saw Elrond watching them. “Oh, no…” she said in dismay, and pushed the archer’s shoulders away properly, no longer playing. “Haldir!”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, not bothering to look to see who it was, his hand still resting on her breast, and he flicked a finger against her nipple, earning himself a shiver from Celebrían where she lay beneath him.
“Yes. Stop.” She attempted to throw him off bodily, and only succeeded in lifting her hips against him so that he groaned in desire.
“Oh, Cel,” Haldir rested the full length of his body on hers and buried his face in her shoulder. “I swear you are going to kill me one day.”
He lifted his head again, and Elrond felt some sympathy for him in that moment, because she was so utterly beautiful and tempting beneath him. In fact, had he been in Haldir’s place, Elrond really didn’t think he would have been able to stop himself. “How can I?” Haldir begged.
Celebrían only looked at him, this time with a hint of arrogant reproach. Enough to match his own, and Haldir shook his head in frustration. “How can I not?” He rolled over, freeing his mistress and staying put, laid on his back in the deep grass, one arm thrown over his face.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Celebrían said as she sat up, straightening her clothes.
Haldir opened one eye and peeked at her from under his elbow. “Really?”
“I promise,” Celebrían said with a smile, eyeing him up and down and registering Haldir’s arousal with a sudden look of guilty apology that Haldir did not miss.
Her eyes flickered to Elrond, then back to her guard. “Now go away!” she whispered urgently, making a sweeping motion with her hand as she turned away, evidently so used to being obeyed she didn’t watch to see if Haldir even stood up.
“I love you, too,” Haldir said, his voice tender and forgiving as he got up, finally gifting her with the reply she had wanted earlier. He came close to her once more, but there was nothing sexual in it this time.
“If he gives you any trouble,” Haldir began, and then jerked back and away from her quite comically, all at once reconsidering the object of his concern in light of the way she had left him. The archer looked straight at Elrond meaningfully. “If she gives you any trouble, just call.”
Without waiting to see if his little act had managed to infuriate his mistress, Haldir turned on his heel and strode away.
After some long moments, where Elrond stood and felt terribly voyeuristic before Celebrían’s direct regard, he cleared his throat. “Forgive me…” he began, still avoiding her gaze, and then couldn’t continue. How inexcusable to have been caught watching! What apology would ever be enough? “I mean, I did not know that you were…” He stopped again, looking anywhere but at her until she laughed.
“That I was what?” she asked, her laughter as fair as ever.
“I made a mistake.” Elrond said it decisively, meaning more than one thing by it, then turned to walk away, as Haldir had.
“I said I would wait for you.” He stopped when he heard her say that, and all of the questions about her that he had entertained came rushing back into his mind, but it was clearly too late now.
“And long ago I told you not to,” Elrond said, remembering the day under the golden trees when she had soothed him and he had been determined only to get to Oropher to share the news of Numenor with him. “I understand,” he said, sorry for having missed the chance, although to be fair chances didn’t tend to last for centuries. How much of a fool he had been to assume she would not need someone… as he had needed someone. Again, there was the regret, and he didn’t turn to face her, not even when he felt her hand on his arm.
“Elrond, he is my guard, my keeper,” she explained patiently.
“Your lover,” Elrond finished.
“Yes.” She didn’t deny it, but she paused, and then said again, “I have waited.”
At last he turned to face her, and he just could not work out what she meant. “I do not understand,” he murmured again, feeling the same as he always had in her presence. Calm and a little more carefree. It occurred to him at last that he was a little envious of Haldir for having chased her through the woods.
“You don’t?” Celebrían asked, that same teasing smile on her lips as he had seen earlier. “Come closer.” She only said it, and yet her voice had a lilt that was irresistible. Elrond took half a step towards her, close enough to invade her space but not touching.
“Will you never heed me, Elrond?” she asked in an impatient and somewhat exasperated tone, and at that Elrond felt utterly chastised. “Closer!” As she asked, he moved to stand until they were touching, her head tucked under his chin as if they were lovers.
“Now…” said Celebrían musically, showing herself to be Galadriel’s daughter because to disobey was impossible. “Close your eyes.” She took hold of his hands where they were at his sides. No more, no less than that, and then he saw it. Or rather, he saw them.
“Celebrían!” he gasped, opening his eyes in shock because he, Elrond, had the gift of foresight and had had not seen this in all of their brief meetings and encounters.
“Do you see it?” she asked excitedly, and Elrond let go of one of her hands to raise his palm to her face. She was so beautiful. “Do you see?” Three of them. First he had seen twins, and yet these twins were not he and Elros, they were of him and Celebrían. A daughter too, who loved him, and he looked at Celebrían for a moment, seeing only them in her, as she must see them in him.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” he said, smiling, everything forgotten but this blessed thing. He had lived for so long, more than many elves had endured in middle earth, and he had thought this particular happiness was not meant to be for him, had actually become silently convinced of it as the centuries passed. Now, it would seem he had been blind.
“I have always seen it,” Celebrían said softly, turning her head to kiss his palm where it rested against her cheek. “Even as a child I knew.” Her voice was dreamy as she reminisced. “I remember once I followed you when you crossed the river to Amon Lanc, because the other children went with you.” Elrond had a sudden clear memory of seeing her as a child, running through the trees on the bank at the opposite side of the river.
“I have followed you,” she said, and her words wove a spell that no other had ever been able to do because it was a reassurance instead of a question. She asked nothing of him. “From afar I have watched you for so long.” She stopped, as if aware of how much she revealed. Elrond simply watched her face, until she hid from him and rested her cheek against his shoulder, making him feel a surge of protective love so strong it took him completely by surprise.
He embraced her, content just to stand with her here in the middle of the woods as he came to a realisation that should have taken place centuries ago. With others it had been different; even his love for Oropher, deep and enduring as it was, had blossomed from a beginning of consuming lust. This was different, this had grown in his heart in secret, biding its time, and now it was here there was so much he wanted to experience with her.
“I am glad you see it too.” She sounded relieved to have her own vision confirmed by him.
Now the realisation was over, other considerations came into Elrond’s mind, and he frowned. “But, what about your lover?” he asked, completely lost. One of the visions he had seen in the last fifteen minutes had to be a lie, and Celebrían actually laughed at him. Elrond didn’t think he would ever tire of it.
She didn’t remind him of anything or anyone in particular, she was only herself, but in that she contained all the best in his previous lovers. She was full of joy, like Oropher. She was in command, like Thranduil and Nimbrethil. Even his friends held echoes of her. All that he valued in others he saw in her, and she in him.
“Elrond, you are being silly. Here you are, come to see me, with the touch of the King and the Queen all over your soul as if it could cover the loss of Oropher, whom you loved for the longest. And I show you why we are meant, and why I waited, and you are concerned about my lover?” She smiled as if she knew a secret he did not.
“Well…” It did not seem like a silly concern to him. Would she end it with Haldir, then, so easily? Could he really be with someone who would hurt others in such a way? And what of his Thranduil? Elrond sighed.
“Silly!” Celebrían reiterated, and then her eyes darkened. “Kiss me…” Elrond did, and he couldn’t care for the moment what became of anyone who was not them. In contrast to their conversation she gave way to him, and he chased that little bit of surrender as if it were a drug, deepening the kiss until he heard her moan, and he knew in bright certainty now that she was his. Celebrían no doubt would say she always knew it. Elrond smiled against her lips.
“Celebrían,” he said at last. Again, he felt that same cool tranquillity that he had experienced before in her presence.
“I feel calm when I know you are near,” she said in the manner of a confession. “I feel at peace.” Elrond felt a smile twitch on his lips.
“You feel serenity,” he corrected, because she might run from her other lovers, but he sensed that she would never run from him. It seemed he was doomed never to chase her through the trees, then. He sighed at the loss of such a little dream. Maybe she would run from him in Imladris, among the waterfalls? Perhaps he should ask her. Elrond had a sudden vision of her running amongst the sprays of water and the rainbows; her laughter echoing through the gardens and corridors of his home. If Imladris had been missing something, it would be complete when Celebrían resided there.
“Will you end it with him, then?” Elrond asked directly, wondering about Thranduil, trying to forget his fantasies for the moment, and he was so unprepared for her answer that he stumbled back a step.
“Why should I? I will visit, will I not?” Celebrían said with a little shrug. First, he was shocked at her casual insistence that she would continue with Haldir, then at the easy assurance that she would dwell with him in Imladris. But then, where else would they live? Hadn’t he himself been imagining it a moment ago?
Celebrían just looked at him while all of this flitted through his mind. Was this inevitable? She was the daughter of Galadriel indeed.
“The same way that you will visit the Greenwood?” she prodded, gently, and Elrond brought Thranduil to mind immediately, suddenly feeling grateful that they wouldn’t have to stop seeing each other. She made it all sound so easy. Was it? Elrond wasn’t sure, and he shook his head slightly in confusion, and to be truthful there were few now in the world that could confuse him the way Celebrían had.
“My heart is large enough,” she said with certainty, “and so is yours. You tame the restless spirit in me, but he satisfies it.” She sighed, but it was not in sadness. It was an echo of the same sentiment he felt when he was with Thranduil and Nimbrethil. He was not them, but he was a part of their world, and that was enough for him. He found something in his submission to Thranduil that he would never find here, but it didn’t trouble him.
“Haldir’s own commitment is elsewhere, but he loves me.” She looked at him directly then. “If you wish it, I…” she stopped, as if to reconsider her words. “I would give up a thousand of him for one such as you, if I am required to do so.”
Elrond considered for a moment Celebrían’s casual arrogance with Haldir, and noted that she didn’t display it with him. Probably she knew she would not get away with it, and the thought made him smile secretly. How long would it be before she realised she could get away with anything?
What he had seen, who she was, who he was and who they could be together were all that really mattered, and where love was concerned, there was no other answer to give.
“I make no requirements,” he assured her, and with that their future was sealed.
To be continued…
Author’s Note: Thank you for reading; I hope you are enjoying it.
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