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III 109

After their exchange of promises, Elrond wouldn’t have been surprised if Celebrían had dragged him off to some secret retreat, and he wouldn’t have protested at all. If the truth be told he was completely captivated by her, had been enchanted since the moment she ran to him through the trees, pursued by Haldir.

Though he wasn’t aware of it, something heavy began to fall away from him as she pulled on his hand, urging him to almost run with her. Perhaps, left unchecked, the strange loneliness in him since Oropher’s death would have become a longing, regardless of Thranduil and Nimbrethil’s intervention. Now it began to fade, to lose the sway it had over his soul.

Every moment was joyful, and it was as if he had captured and tamed some wild woodland spirit. Once, long ago, he had wondered while with Thranduil and Nimbrethil, if Celebrían could cause his heart to flutter. Now she was here with him, Elrond wondered if his heart could break even if he had her. Celebrían wasn’t like the Queen of the Greenwood at all. If Nimbrethil was earth and fire, Celebrían was air and water. She was like a cool breeze to the fever of his uncertainties, as unfathomable as the sea, as calming as a gently rippling stream.

Where Nimbrethil was voluptuous, Celebrían was achingly slender, full of feral grace, the lines of her body so subtle that they were almost hidden by the flowing garments she wore. It made Elrond want to stop her and pull her close, only to touch and to capture with his hands what was hidden to his sight.

At times he had his wish, because Celebrían would halt so suddenly he almost ran into her, stopping him only to hold his face in her hands and pepper his face with silly and overenthusiastic kisses that deepened like the day. It was a miracle they didn’t know their first intimate moments of each other right there in the wood, where anyone passing out of Caras Galadhon could have seen them.

Somehow they managed to refrain from that, though Elrond wasn’t wholly sure he had himself to thank for it. Each time they resumed walking it was slower, more sedate in appearance, although the only reason they weren’t rushing headlong through the trees was because their exuberance had changed to unfulfilled desire.

Since the year was old, the air was crisp and cool, with a smoky edge from the fallen leaves that seemed to hint of earth and secrets. The warmth of her hand in his was so pleasant, Elrond found himself looking at their joined hands, his thumb stroking the back of her hand over and over again, until Celebrían stopped walking, turning to face him suddenly in the middle of a clearing.

It was an overcast day, and the quality of the light made her seem bewitching, as if the dusk and the promise of the coming night made her completely irresistible. “I want you,” she said suddenly, startling him. Without another thought, Elrond drew her into his arms and held her, giving her his answer as he kissed her hair with his eyes closed, her face pressed into his neck. For all of the centuries he had lived, suddenly even another five minutes seemed too long to wait. But it was to be much longer than that.

They’d reached the outskirts of Caras Galadhon, and as Elrond opened his eyes, he discovered a small audience had gathered between the trees to watch them. Five or six elves had stopped going about their business, and now they watched him because he held her happiness in his hands, and Elrond realised that while she was now his Celebrían, she was also still theirs. For a brief moment, he wondered how it had been for Celeborn when he and Galadriel had begun.

Gently clearing his throat, Elrond made Celebrían start and look about her. She gasped, because now there were seven or eight witnesses, two of them the guards for this particular area. Elrond and Celebrían stood silent before the regard of those others, side-by-side, and Elrond felt a delicate hand slip inside his. All of a sudden, he realised she was nervous, and he squeezed her hand in reassurance, then together they began the slow walk to the centre of the golden wood, and to Galadriel. Only now, they didn’t walk alone, and by the time they reached their destination, they were surrounded by a silent crowd of onlookers, the whisper of their union having long passed out of their hearing.

She had foresight, like her daughter and like Elrond himself. She also had the mirror. So it was that the Lady Galadriel of the Lorien woods, likely the first to know of Celebrían’s future match, was also the last to hear of it.

If Galadriel’s reaction was welcoming, it was nothing compared to the elves of Lothlorien, who had known heavy losses in the Last Alliance and were jubilant at the good news. Though over a century had passed, it was a blink of an eye to those whose lives were measured in millennia. All still grieved for Gil-Galad, and for Oropher, whom many had known from the centuries when the two realms had been close neighbours. The loss of those two was literally the ending of an age. The end of the age of the elves was coming and all could sense it. So, naturally, the news of Elrond and Celebrían’s wedding raced through the wood like an early spring, and everyone wanted to be involved.

Though it was their union, ironically, the preparations seemed to keep them constantly apart, so they had little time to explore the changed nature of their relationship. Elrond wrote to Glorfindel in Imladris with his news, explaining that he would be delayed for several weeks. The messenger sent there would make it back in time, perhaps with Glorfindel and others as guests, but the other messenger he sent out would not. He wrote to Thranduil and Nimbrethil, and couldn’t help wondering how the tidings would be received in their strange underground palace. He didn’t say in his letter that he would continue to visit, because when he did, if he did, it would be a pleasant surprise.

The written year changed, and by the time all the preparations were over, snow covered the green grass of the open spaces, weighed down the boughs of the trees. When the day dawned, the ceremony itself passed in a blur for Elrond, who only had eyes for the beauty of his mate, as if she might vanish and this happiness might shatter.

Their vows were made to each other with so much honesty and heart that it was as though they stood before each other without witnesses. When they were separated to receive the embraces of friends and endless words of congratulation, it was almost torture, though it must be the last time that the world could intrude. The celebrations began as night fell, the days so short, even this one.

Elrond responded to all of his well-wishers almost without seeing them, until one hesitant elf made him notice, and he looked right into the eyes of the aloof young archer who had been Celebrían’s guard, who had fought with him during the long years of the Last Alliance, and who was now, though quiet, nowhere near as uncomfortable as Elrond.

It was impossible to regard him without knowing that he had been her first, and that he knew secrets about Celebrían that Elrond, so far, did not. There was a part of him that couldn’t help wondering if, while he and Celebrían had been kept apart by duty and circumstance, she had fulfilled her promise of ‘making it up’ to him. There was no resentment in him. In fact, he was rather grateful. Haldir had kept her safe all this time, in so many ways. He looked down when the strong hand of the archer took his own.

“May you be happy, Lord Elrond,” he said, and then smirked. “She is flighty, arrogant, infuriating and mischievous to a fault, but she is not a child.” He paused, and his eyes twinkled. “Take good care of her, peredhel.” Elrond nodded, smiling himself when he remembered how Celebrían understood the notion of ‘care.’

“And keep her safe,” he added lastly, earnestly, because his responsibility in that was now over.

“I will never let anything harm her,” Elrond promised, his voice low, and then chose that moment to look around in case he could see her, as if he would start at that very moment. Instead he saw Galadriel smiling as Celeborn whispered something to her. As if his words had carried across to her over the hubbub of the wedding feast, she suddenly turned her face away. At first, Elrond was certain she frowned, but then when she looked back out to the crowd, her eyes catching his, she was smiling again, raising a glass in his direction. Disconcerted, Elrond looked back before him, but Haldir was gone, mingled in with the crowd.

Perhaps, if he let it, his sudden disquiet would have grown in him, but then he saw her, weaving her way toward him through a veritable sea of hands and arms. The feast was barely begun, but when she pulled on his hand to lead him away, he went gladly.

“We shall be missed,” he said, not caring about that one bit, laughing slightly and exhilarated as they walked quickly away from the throng into the dark.

“It is our time,” Celebrían said lightly, and yet the words had a touch of premonition that spoke directly to Elrond’s very soul. Our time.

They walked fast, heedless of everything but each other, their feet hardly disturbing the snow on the ground. They went far enough to be away from the bustle, to a set of carved steps by the side of one of the great trees, night jasmine entwined around the trunk. Celebrían smiled and stepped back, and Elrond suddenly understood that she had done all of this herself – for them, for him.

Astonished, Elrond fingered the small flowers. She must have cultivated this carefully. A deep breath settled the scent of the blooms deep in him, and he placed a first foot on the steps, longing to be at the top already. He turned, holding out his hand only for Celebrían to rush past him like a whisper so that he found himself laughing and racing up the steps after her.

It was dark when they entered the talan at the top, the moon and starlight just enough to separate and define the shapes and shadows in the room. Elrond only could watch as Celebrían divested herself of the layers of sheer fabric, her body revealed to him in the near darkness like a wonderful secret.

He undressed too; suddenly glad of his experience in Thranduil’s caves, because now when it mattered he was not nervous of her, at least not in that way. She took his breath away. Her naked body was as sinuous and supple as a willow branch, and almost as slender. He watched her stretch her arms out, dropping the last item of clothing on the floor where it disappeared into the deeper shadows.

They stood before each other, inches apart, barely able to see each other, and Elrond reached out to touch her, surprised to find his hands were shaking as his palms rested on her cheeks, tilting her face into the little bit of light. After all this time, after all of his experience, to hold her and recognise their future – it was as if his life had been the work of a puzzle, and now at last the pieces slotted into place. If she had known lovers aside from Haldir, it did not matter, none of them had known the feelings that coursed through him now.

So many times he had tried to analyse and quantify what Celebrían made him feel, and so often he’d come close to being able to describe it. Our time, that was what she had said, and as their future stretched out before them, he finally knew exactly what it was. She made him feel young. With her, he looked forward instead of back. Their story would never be told, because it didn’t end. Even when the last of the great Elven Kingdoms in Middle Earth faded into myth, when all of their kind had crossed the sea into the West or chosen to stay and diminish, he and Celebrían would remain together.

She turned her head to kiss his palm, startling him from his musings, and without thinking any more, Elrond moved half a step closer to kiss her lips. Unlike earlier at the ceremony, now there was no requirement for them to stop, their desire suddenly burning bright between them. Elrond reached out to take her by the waist, pulling her forward. So many impressions, so little time to experience them. Her waist was so tiny he could almost link his hands around it, and she sighed against the skin of his shoulder as their bodies touched, his erection pressed into her stomach and she reached up, her arms around his neck.

It wasn’t like any desire he had known before. It wasn’t practised, and certainly not fluent. Time didn’t stop for them. Elsewhere, the world lived and breathed, and continued all of its other stories without even a pause for them. That didn’t matter. They had now, and it was everything they could ever need. His hands glided down from her waist over the hollowed curve of her lower back until he reached her behind, and she gracefully draped a leg over his hip as they stood there. Actually, he was sure he must be holding her weight now, but she was so light he barely noticed. In fact, all he had the wherewithal to note was the way his hardened member now rested against the fold of her labia, so much hotter beneath there that it made him gasp.

Now her face was at the right height to demand a kiss of him, and they tasted each other while Elrond walked forward with tiny steps, looking for the edge of the bed that had to be there. When he felt it against his shins, he enveloped her in his arms, forearms cradling her back as he laid her down on it as one might put down a child, but she was no child.

Her head fell back as the kiss was broken, the long graceful line of her neck thrown into sharp relief by the light of the moon, and Elrond felt such a powerful surge of desire he deliberately repressed it. He followed her down onto the bed, considerate where he put his weight so as not to hurt her, but then dipped his head to kiss her neck, the vision of her in the moonlight turning the kiss into a carnal bite while Celebrían trembled beneath him, her body more inviting than she could ever know.

“Elrond,” she said after a couple of poignant moans, and it pulled him back. He kissed the bite, darker on the surface of her skin in the near-darkness, and then kissed her lips briefly.

“I love you,” he said, sensing her uncertainty. After her perfect confidence with regard to their public union, it reminded him of the difference in their ages. Experienced she was, and he didn’t doubt it, but she was still so young. She didn’t realise she had already won him over.

Over the centuries, Elrond had made a habit out of empathy, and it had made him a great healer. Now he applied it to Celebrían, and the difference between them was so vast. Physically, she seemed so fragile beneath him, almost breakable, and he noticed his own body, how hard and muscled he was, because he was a warrior as well as a healer. Though that contrast only sharpened his lust, he thought perhaps it was overwhelming to her now, and so he tightened his hands around her body, preparing to roll them over and let her have the dominant part, but she stopped him.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she breathed, in command, her body arching up against his so that the length of her pressed against him, and he was sure he wasn’t mistaken – she was apprehensive – but she was also passionate. One of her hands was between them, on his chest as if to hold him back, but then that hand slid down, the back of her knuckles grazing his stomach before encircling his erection in a sure grip that made him lose his focus, moving forward into that hand with a groan.

They kissed again, his hands entwined with her hair while she touched him, but it wasn’t long before he reached down to grasp her wrist and still her hand. She was too good, and if she continued he was likely to spill on her fingers instead of inside her. He brought her hand back up, still holding her wrist, pressing it into the bed. She laughed and wriggled against him, and it was clear any such games would be light-hearted between them.

With a smile he could feel on his lips, Elrond let go of her wrist to sweep his fingertips down over the sides of her body, dragging his short fingernails lightly over her waist, then onto her hips. She moaned now, the laugh stolen from her as he moved his entire body down to kiss her nipples one by one, suckling lightly on one of them, drawing another lost sound from her throat.

Down further, pausing to properly appreciate the curve of her ribs, and the hollow of her belly button, but then insistent hands pulled on his shoulders.

“Later,” she said on an outward breath. “I want you now.” Elrond paused in his worship of her body, so close to his goal that he could feel the heat of her near his chin. Though it was dark, and he couldn’t really see, he could imagine the petulant set of her lips as she spoke, and it made him return the laugh she gave him earlier.

Nevertheless, he was obedient to her wishes because they were the same as his own. To finally know each other like this. Yes. Suddenly there wasn’t anything more important, nothing that couldn’t wait until later. He moved back up her body, and took himself in hand, looking down between them though it was too dark to see. By touch, he slipped his erection into the slit of her labia, rubbing the head briefly over her clitoris which made her shudder beneath him. But she was hot, and slippery further down. He held back for just a second.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and when she sighed in obvious frustration, he smiled again, pushing inside her suddenly. In unspoken agreement, they both stilled completely for a moment, allowing themselves to adjust and feel each other. Without any fuss, Elrond slid his arms beneath her body, his weight on his elbows and knees, to hold her in the perfect position so he could move in and out of her at will.

Celebrían moaned, her arms around his waist, hands moving down to his buttocks as his muscles tensed and relaxed, and contracted. It felt wonderful inside her, and with every movement he gave her pleasure, taking as much back for himself. It was a beautiful synchronicity that he wanted to make last, long enough to exhaust them both.

An exhausted Celebrían. Yes, he thought, she would be adorable. And while this was a culmination of weeks of longing, Elrond was old enough and experienced enough to slow down when he needed, to keep rubbing against her internal walls of muscle until she quivered beneath him again and again, her hair damp with sweat and her demands and whispers of love changed to wordless breathy moans of pleasure.

At last, when she had nothing more to give, he found his own completion inside her before collapsing beside her on the bed, utterly spent. They were too tired to do anything much except for sleep in each other’s arms. The coming morning would get underway without them. This was their time. And it had only just begun.

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III 140

Elrond was surprised to wake alone. He’d overslept, and the sheets beside him were cold. Despite his dreams, he found himself thinking of that long ago morning when Oropher had left him alone at Imladris. A shiver came to him and he rose to escape it, pulling on a robe and walking over to the long windows of Legolas’ guest quarters to look out onto the garden. Immediately, the dormant memory was banished as he saw many of the loves of his life all at once. Celebrían was home.

Long he stood, a tender smile of love and serenity on his face as he watched Celebrían and the twins chasing each other around the garden. Legolas was playing with them too. Elrond hadn’t expected her back so soon, but he was glad of it. All of his worried, half-formed thoughts about how to explain Legolas’ temporary residence were silenced. She must know, and yet somehow he knew she would make it all right.

She knew, just as he had known when she travelled to Lothlorien that she would seek out her former guard. While his visits to Thranduil and Nimbrethil grew more and more infrequent over time and eventually stopped altogether after one dramatic episode, Celebrían did not abandon her lover. Something about that should bother him, but it didn’t. She was a free spirit, and Elrond would never bind her in chains of misplaced expectation. Such were their promises. His own fidelity was almost by accident, something that in the end came naturally.

Their eyes met, when they were both laughing at the twins who had Legolas on the ground and were busy claiming victory to each other in matching glee-filled voices.

I am come home, Elrond.

He heard the words as clearly as if she had called up to him. Elrond was torn. He wanted to go down to her but was not willing to leave the room and go from her sight. Instead, he opened the window.

They only had eyes for each other, and their words weren’t necessary at all.

Through the millennia he had passed through the lives of his lovers, just as they had passed through his. As Celebrían passed through Haldir’s life, and as he passed now through Legolas’ story. The difference was that he and Celebrían were meant. No lover could tear them away from each other. At least, not for long.

Finally, Legolas and the twins looked up too, and the moment passed as all moments do. “Ada! Ada!” the twins yelled in unison, so you could not tell their voices apart. Legolas visibly sobered and tried to get up, but one of the twins stood on his prone body to keep him still.

“We have been learning about where Naneth is from!” one of them called out. Elrond raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. From so far away it was difficult even for him to tell them apart, but he thought that was Elrohir.

“We know how to build a talan!” Elladan said immediately, unwilling to be outdone, elbowing his brother out of the way.

“We know how to be creepy!” Elrohir shouted with a satisfied nod, and his brother rolled his eyes, ever the more studious.

“How to creep,” he corrected, as Celebrían giggled at them. Elrond laughed too, and they shared a private joke the children were a little too young to understand.

“We learnt how to follow a rabbit without making it run away.” This from both of them, and even their voices were identical.

“Where is it then?” Elrond called down, indulging them. “We shall have it for lunch!” He paused and looked back over his shoulder as if to call. “Cook!”

The twins looked a little uncomfortable. “I hiccupped and scared it,” Elladan said, peering up at his father sadly, toeing the dirt at his feet.

“But we have caught an intruder, Ada! See?” Elrohir was still standing proudly over Legolas, who obligingly remained prostate on the grass, playing the part of a captured prisoner so well that Elrond felt a faint stirring of lust. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, I do see. A very dangerous political prisoner indeed.” The twins nodded at him in unison.

“Perhaps you had better let Prince Legolas get back up before we are at war.”

Clearly, they hadn’t known who he was, because they suddenly darted away, peering at the Prince shyly from behind Celebrían, who curtseyed and held out her hand to Legolas as he got up. Elrond watched Legolas kissing Celebrían’s hand, and he felt only love.

To be continued…

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