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Title: Tending Elrond's Heart

Author: Emmess

Rated: NC17

Genre: Fluffy romance

Tending Elrond's Heart

Chapter Five

Explanations

It was late when Elrond returned to his chambers, having spent a goodly part of the evening in the quiet company of Glorfindel and Erestor, retelling tales from centuries past. Old glories, taken out, dusted off, and proudly displayed, before being stored away in memory's trunk again.

Stretching, he readied himself for bed, turning down the cold covers, and dousing the candle. He lay on the soft featherbed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting, as they so often did during the past few days, to his new ward.

He pictured her in his mind - the sweet, gentle raven-haired beauty who had so quickly managed to find her way into the hearts of his household. Her heart-shaped face, with its large, almond shaped green eyes that danced when she was happy; slender neck and soft shoulders, the scar from her wound already fading to a thin white line when last he examined her. Her full breasts, peaked with rose-colored nipples, her creamy white thighs…only at night, alone in his room, would Elrond allow himself to think such thoughts. He stoically refused to allow them entrance to his mind during the daylight hours, especially not while Merenant was about…although he admitted to himself, now, in the dark, that it was becoming more and more difficult to keep them at bay.

Beautiful Ellith abounded in his realm. He could not understand why this one captured his imagination, but capture it she had. She had managed to wipe those centuries of dust from his loins without even trying.

Groaning, he felt himself becoming aroused as he thought of her, his length hardening against his belly. His hand gripped it, slowly stroking the velvety soft skin, his mind picturing her…his hands touching her…his mouth tasting her…her mouth tasting him…

Faster he stroked, stifling a moan as he felt his Elfhood begin to weep. His free hand drifted up his taut belly to tease at the dusky nipples on his chest, flicking them lightly, feeling them harden to tight little peaks. His moan escaped him as he came, his seed spurting over his fist, coating his stomach with silver. He didn't realize that it was her name he had moaned as his climax overtook him.

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Midmorning of the following day, Elrond sat behind his desk in his study, poring over a ledger, when a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Enter," he called, looking up at the door.

Arwen smiled as she entered her father's study, walking to hug him and plant a kiss on his forehead. "Ada, good morning."

"Good morning, Arwen. Did you sleep well?"

"Aye, Ada…very well."

Elrond eyed his daughter suspiciously, one of his eyebrows raising. "Out with it daughter. You never come to see me in my study unless there is something you want…or your brothers have once again done something they shouldn't. Since you are not screaming, I assume your brothers are not the reason for your visit."

Arwen tried to look affronted, but failed, smiling instead. "I need to speak with you about Merenant…"

"What of her? Is she well?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"Aye, Ada, calm yourself," Arwen said with a raised brow, "she is fine. However, she said something yesterday that startled me, and I thought you should be told."

"What is it?"

"Are you aware that she has never been to a Summer Solstice festival?" Arwen asked. Seeing the disbelieving look on Elrond's face convinced her that he had not. "She never has been to one…further, she has no idea what happens to those listed to participate."

"Sweet Elbereth…this is something a mother usually talks to her daughter about…Arwen…"

"Oh, no, Ada…absolutely not! I am not having that talk with her…no, no, no! I would do anything for her - you know that - but I cannot explain that to her. You'll have to do it."

"Not I…I had a hard enough time explaining to the twins…"

Arwen and Elrond looked at each other as the same thought came to both of them at the same moment.

Erestor.

The sage, gentle advisor would be the perfect one to explain the business of the Summer Solstice Celebration to the young Elleth. At least, that would be what Elrond told him when he ordered him to do so.

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Erestor found Merenant kneeling in the garden next to the House of Healing, her slender hands patting the dirt around a new planting. He cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Lord Erestor!" Merenant exclaimed, surprised to see the Advisor standing behind her. She rose gracefully and curtsied, standing to smile at him.

Erestor shook his head bemusedly…no matter how many times he had told her not to bother to curtsy every time she saw him, or to address him so formally, she still insisted on doing so, to both himself and Glorfindel. Erestor realized it was her way of showing her great respect for them both, and no longer bothered to correct her.

"What are you doing, Merenant?" he asked indicating the new shrub she had planted. It stood close by in the same small plot of soil that Elrond's barren stalks filled.

"It occurred to me why Lord Elrond's plant never bloomed," she answered softly, her eyes wandering to the bare limbed plant. "It was lonely."

Erestor raised his brows at her explanation. He nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"Look at it…it is isolated from all the others…the bees hop happily from one flower to another, but it is too far from the others to benefit. It needs the company of others of its kind to attract the bees, Lord Erestor…that is why it never bloomed. It is lonely."

Erestor saw the parallel between the lonely barren bush and a certain lonely Elf Lord, but did not share that insight with the young Elleth. Instead, he smiled, and said, "Loneliness will do that…nothing should be kept isolated. So you have planted the shrub a friend?"

She laughed with him, but nodded her head. "You'll see…it will bloom now. Elrond's Heart will have beautiful blossoms come summer."

"Elrond's Heart?" Erestor questioned, surprised at her name for the plant. He wondered whether she were more astute than he realized.

"Aye…" She answered shyly. "Arwen told me that Lord Elrond pours his heart into tending this plant, never giving up on it even though it never bloomed. I thought it a good name…"

"Very appropriate, my dear…very appropriate. Come, sit with me a while…I need to speak with you."

Ever the obedient one, Merenant followed Erestor to a bench in the gardens, sitting down next to him when he patted the seat. She looked up at him expectantly.

"Arwen has told me that you have never been to a Summer Solstice Festival…is this true?"

"Yes, it is true…there were always too many things for me to do at home…" she replied, biting her lower lip.

"I see…did your aunt ever explain about what the Summer Solstice Celebration is?"

"Some type of party, I would imagine…I know that my aunt would get dressed in her finest to go…"

"Your aunt attended, but you didn't?" Erestor asked, thinking that he was going to have bind Glorfindel to the bed to keep him from going after Merenant's aunt when he heard about this.

"Aye…each year. What is it like, Erestor? Lord Elrond said that I am to participate this year, and Arwen mentioned something about Elves and flowers..." she asked, blushing a bit. Her eyes suddenly found her hands irresistibly interesting as they lay folded neatly on her lap.

"The Summer Solstice is a celebration of life, Merenant. Each year, after the spring plantings, as the seedlings are reaching their full potential, we rejoice in their growth, and the greening of the world. Just as we celebrate seedlings that have reached their full growth, so do we celebrate Elflings who have reached the threshold of adulthood. That is why you will participate this year…you are nearly at your Majority."

"No, Erestor…my Begetting Day was this past winter."

"Not everyone reaches their Majority just in the Summer, Merenant. It applies to everyone who has reached their Majority that year."

"Aiya, I understand. What will I have to do?"

Erestor sighed, knowing that this was the part of the talk that would be most difficult…he wanted her to understand it completely, but not to be afraid…or upset. Framing his answer carefully, he replied, "Do you remember the first few days you were here, when we first started on your instruction? I told you how important it was for you to take instruction in reading, writing, and figures, so that you could grow as a person?"

"Yes, Lord Erestor…I remember. It was very difficult in the beginning, but it became easier as time went on…"

"Aye, indeed. It is the same for an Elfling who has just reached their Majority. In order to become a well-rounded individual, they must receive instruction."

"Instruction in what, Lord Erestor?" Merenant inquired, suddenly curious and nervous at the same time. The blush that crept up Erestor's neck didn't help assuage her nerves.

"In the ways of their bodies, Mere…" He said, using the nickname the twins had pressed upon her, hoping it would put her at ease. "At the Festival, a night is set aside for the Celebration. All Elflings who have reached their Majority participate. Each is given a small mithril rose. After an evening of music and dancing and general merrymaking, they present their rose to whomever has caught their fancy."

"Like a gift?"

"In a way, yes. Later, when both are comfortable with each other, they will steal away to a private place, where the recipient of the mithril rose will teach the Elfling the pleasures of their bodies."

One of Merenant's hands flew to her mouth, the other to her chest, as she realized the meaning of Erestor's words. "Aiya! I…I…couldn't possibly…who would want me?"

Erestor laughed, shaking his head at her. "Merenant, you are very beautiful…every Elf in Imladris will want you. I wouldn't be surprised if the twins are first in line."

"Lord Erestor! Not the twins! Just yesterday they sprinkled my bed with salt! It took me an hour to shake it clean again…"

"That will change when they see you at the Celebration, my dear. Teasing you will be the furthest thing from their minds."

"Must I choose one of the twins?" she asked softly, blushing again.

"Of course not, my dear…you may choose whomever you wish. As I said, there will be many who will be hoping it is them that you choose. Do you understand now? Have I explained it fully?"

"Yes, Lord Erestor…and thank you," she responded, throwing her arms around his neck and pecking his cheek. He was startled by her sudden outburst of affection, but returned it with a gentle hug of his own. "Now, suppose we go inside and see what the cook has prepared for lunch before the twins eat everything but the tapestries."

She laughed, agreeing with him, and they made their way back into the cool interior of Elrond's House.
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