Enchantress of Imladris
By Erviniae
Contact Email:
pmir64@yahoo.com
Beta Name: Nikkiling
Rating: NC17
Main Characters: Elrond/Celebrian
Written For: Laura aka Anieni
Original Request: Elrond and Celebrian.
Elflings, and must be prior to her abduction, rape, leaving for Valinor,
etc. OR it can be after Elrond meets her in Valinor she is ok and again
elflings if possible
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien
Warning: Fluff, Het
Word Count:
Summary: Elrond is enchanted.
Imladris, 129
Third Age
The chill night air whipped around her
long hair; tendrils teased out of hiding beneath intricately braided and
curled tresses of silver softness. As she stood on the balcony leading
from the hall, the sounds of merriment enveloped her even as the cool
breeze was welcomed upon her warm skin. Her skin was flushed from the
delights of dancing and laughing. It seemed that she never went without
a partner to dance with; though by far, her favorite partner was the
lord of their valley...their beautiful, enchanted vale. For this night
was enchanted, indeed.
She gasped suddenly as strong arms
encircled her waist from behind. Soft lips brazenly nuzzled at a
delicately pointed ear, bringing a very different type of chill to
shudder throughout her flushed form. Inhaling the scent of wood, spice
and a distinct sweet and sweaty aroma, she let go a sigh of contentment.
“We must be discreet, my lord, for my
husband will not take kindly to our embrace.” She teased as her fingers
interlaced with those around her waist.
“Mnnn, I care not what he sees, my lady,
for if he has so carelessly left you to be able to be in such
a...position...then I dare say he does not deserve the love of one as
perfect and as tempting as you,” replied the deep resonating voice, low
into her ear, as the delicate ear tip was licked.
A soft moan escaped the enchantress as
she suddenly let go of his hands and tuned around in his arms, only to
find herself staring unwaveringly into the lust-filled gaze of steel
gray eyes. Eyes filled with unbridled desire. Desire that matched her
own.
Strong, yet gentle hands lovingly stoked
her cheek and neck; hands of a warrior and of a healer. His fingers came
to her silken hair, only to wind a few strands about his long, lean
fingers. Bringing the trapped hair to his face, he inhaled deeply their
perfume. “I could drown in you,” he whispered. “You have set me afire,
my lady, and I fear only you can calm it with your spirit.”
She shivered in desire, his voice enough
to set her body to life. But it was his words; they always did her in,
made her...his. Taking his hand, she led him back into the throes of the
merry Elves, past questioning eyes and knowing smirks. He followed
blindly, as a dog that is devoted to its master would do.
Never letting go of their entwined
hands, his gait became a bit slower as they traversed the corridors to
her rooms. He watched the way the lavender silk of her gown flowed over
her pert backside, draping down to cover the shapely length of her long
legs. Turning her head back to glance at her lover, she blushed, and
then replied boldly, “See something to your liking, my lord?”
A devious grin graced his handsome
features. “Very much so,” he answered in a deep and now breathy voice; a
voice that was dripping with seduction and promises of unspoken
delights. She stifled a moan, biting her bottom lip, as that voice
stirred into her soul.
Pausing but a moment to open her door,
she found herself with her lover's very prominent desire pressing upon
the small of her back. He hissed in desire at the sudden contact, to
which she quickly pulled him through the doorway by the collar of his
robe. Their lips pressed together wildly as he gave the door a kick to
close it. He found himself pressed to the wall, her hands roaming his
warrior-hard chest as her fingers worked at getting him undressed. “By
Eru, Elrond, I desire you so,” she breathed lustily against his full
lips. A growl was his reply as she found herself turned around. Her
skirt was lifted up and he shoved his leggings down as far as he could
while never letting go of her lips. Suckling upon his tongue, he moaned
loudly as he lifted her up with her back against the wall and lowered
her onto his erection that stood tall and proud against his flat
stomach. She moaned and wrapped her long legs around his hips as he
moved deeply inside her. Lips moving to the top of her soft breasts, he
licked a pink nipple that had peaked out over the top of the bodice of
her dress. Running her hands through his hair, she then held onto his
broad shoulders.
His hands held firmly onto her shapely
bottom as he pumped deeply inside of her, lifting her up and down as he
did so. He put his face in the crook of her neck as sweat began to roll
off him. His knees felt weak, but he would never drop her; she was no
burden to him...ever. He was so close to completion; she knew this by
his subtle signs.... his breathing sped up, he was moaning steadily,
with little hitches to his voice now, his hands kneading her delicate
ass steadily. He would try to last as long as he could for her; he
always would. Grinding herself against him, she found herself close to
release now as well.
“Let go, my love, come,” she whispered
into his ear as he let out a high pitched moan at her words, his breath
heady against her neck and he did as she bid. Letting go, pumping
furiously into her, his seed seemingly going on forever as his orgasm
wracked his body hard.
“Oh Bri!” He cried out as he slowly sank
to the floor with her sitting on his lap. She kept grinding against him
as he held her taught ass firmly against his body. She began to shudder
as her own climax hit her. He watched her face as her head flew back and
her back arched while her body jerked in little spasms of delight, which
made him leak out even more inside of her beautiful body.
“So beautiful....” he whispered as he
continued to watch her as she climaxed. As she slowly started to still,
she looked into his eyes and blushed.
“I love you Celebrían,” he said with
such intense devotion.
“I love you too, my Elrond,” she said
with tears in her eyes.
Imladris, 130
Third Age
One year to the day of that wonderful
memory, the sounds of lustful crying was heard once more throughout the
fair vale, although this time it was twin, infant voices raised in the
song of being taken from their safe keeping into the cold light of the
open world. Elrond sat next to Celebrían on their bed, gently placing
both newborn sons into her arms. Smiling and crying at the same time,
she cuddled her perfect little sons. “They are so beautiful,” she
whispered.
“Like their mother,” he kissed her
forehead gently.
Imladris, 241
First Age
Elladan and Elrohir had just come back
from their first patrol with Glorfindel when they heard the bells
ringing throughout the valley. Jumping off their horses before they even
stopped, mirror images of strength, they ran up the main steps and
through the halls as their long, dark hair flew behind them. They made
nary a sound as they did so, for they were light on their feet as all
Elves and even more so because of the training provided them as heirs to
their father. Pausing before the opened doorway, they were greeted by
their grandparents who were here 111 years ago for their birth as well.
“Go in. They are waiting,” Galadriel
smiled to her handsome grandsons. Celeborn nodded his agreement as he
took his wife's hand in his.
The twins smiled as they came into view.
“Nana, are you well?” They asked as they came to her side. She looked
tired and her hair was sweaty and messy, yet she was glowing with light
and love.
“Very well, my loves, come see your new
sister.” She smiled.
Looking down upon a beautiful baby with
a shock of black hair, they were immediately smitten by her. Every
little face she made in her sleep and every little grunt and sigh only
endeared her more to them.
“She is so beautiful,” they said in
unison.
Elrond clasped their shoulders from
behind. “Elladan, Elrohir, may I introduce you to your sister, Arwen
Undómiel.”
“Arwen, we swear our loyalty to you,
little one.” And one by one they leaned down and kissed their sister's
little brow and their mother's cheek. They then turned and hugged their
father tightly.
Galadriel, meanwhile, was lead to
another room by her husband. She was shaking---and had just had a
vision. Celeborn got a cool cloth and placed it upon the back of her
neck. He was torn between wanting to know what she had seen and not
really wanting to know, especially if it concerned his grandchildren.
“We have much still to go through, my
husband.....” was all she told him.
Imladris, 253
Third Age.
Arwen was sitting on a big chair that
was located in the hall of fire, swinging her legs back and forth
because she liked the swishing sounds that her dress made when she did
so. Elrohir was having a game of chess with Erestor near the huge
fireplace, and Glorfindel was chatting with Taurwen, Arwen's nursemaid.
Celebrían and Elrond had decided to take a walk around the gardens....
alone.
Elladan entered the hall with a pretty
maiden on his arm. The maiden seemed enraptured by every word that the
handsome son of Elrond spoke. Arwen glanced over and glared at the
maiden as a pout formed upon her sweet, rosy lips. Elladan took Lothiel
to the middle of the dance floor and swept her around and around the
room to the joyous beat of the music. Arwen watched them, entranced, and
blinked back tears that threatened to spill. After three dances in a
row, Elladan half bowed to his dancing partner who gave him a curtsy as
he felt a tug on the end of his tunic. Looking down he found the glassy
eyes of his little sister staring up at him. He immediately went to his
knees to be at her level.
“What is wrong, my star?” He asked into
those blue eyes filled with unshed tears.
“You...you...love her and not me!” Arwen
pouted, her lower lip quivering as the tears began to flow down her
sweet little face.
“Oh, no, my dear one, though I do enjoy
Lothiel's company very much, it is you that I love with all my heart.”
Elladan replied while wiping her tears away.
In an instant Arwen leapt into Elladan's
arms and threw her hands about his neck. She buried her face in his hair
as she looked over at Lothiel and stuck her tongue out at the maiden.
Lothiel frowned and turned away in shock at the action. Elrohir and
Erestor were witness to it all and tried to suppress a laugh.
“Your sister has Elladan wrapped around
her pretty little finger,” smiled Erestor.
Elrohir shook his head in agreement,
“She has us all in her sweet little hand, I dare say.”
Erestor smiled and nodded in complete
agreement. Their “little star” was indeed loved by all in their fair
valley. For the rest of the night, Arwen clung to Elladan. None could
pry her away from her eldest brother's arms. Not even Elrohir. Lothiel
bid Elladan a good night to his dismay and as soon as she left the hall,
Arwen wiggled her way back down to the floor. Elladan sighed and sat
down heavily upon the same chair that Arwen had vacated earlier. She
crawled upon his lap and curled against him, twirling a strand of his
hair upon her finger and quickly falling to sleep.
Elrond and Celebrían came into the hall
holding hands and went over to the sad looking Elladan with a sleeping
Arwen upon his lap. Reaching down to take her daughter, Celebrían lifted
Arwen only to have her stir and fuss. “Elladan is mine!” she hissed as
she opened her eyes to look upon those of her mother's.
“Elladan, I thought you were to go
dancing this eve with Lothiel?” questioned Celebrían as she tried to
hold a squirming daughter.
“I was...I did...for a few dances
anyway, before Arwen laid her claim upon me,” He sighed, standing.
“I am sorry, my son,” she smiled in
apology to her eldest child.
“Arwen you must share Elladan with
others,” Celebrían gently told her daughter.
“No, he is my El'dan, Nana, mine!” Arwen
cried out as she once again began to sob.
Elrond held out his arms for his
daughter who reluctantly let go of the hold she had on her mother and
decided to snuggle into her father's neck instead. “My Arwen, you know
you always have your brother's love, always, is this not true?” She
looked up as her breath hitched and she nodded yes.
“Then know that whomever they may have
as company, can never take the place that they have reserved in their
heart that belongs only and forever to you.” He smiled warmly at the
daughter he loved so much and who melted his heart.
“I love you, Ada.” She kissed his cheek
and the mighty lord of a valley, who had fought beside men and elves,
who saw much hardship in his life, turned into a melting mush of
fatherly love. She was an enchantress, much like her mother before her.
The End.
Taurwen- Mighty maiden
Lothiel- Flower daughter
