[The song Daeron sings is based on Jethro Tull's song The Witch's Promise...]
The king sat at the table, brooding over the events of his current situation. His daughter had fallen for a mortal. The fool Beren he had sent on a hopeless mission to recover one of Feanor's Silmarilli from the crown of Morgoth himself. Hopefully to damned mortal would die and end his daughter's foolish infatuation. Luckily they were not yet bonded, so she would most likely recover from her silly crush.
The sounds of feasting and laughter surrounded him, but he heard it not. That is until his wife Melian the Maia touched his arm, bringing him back to the present situation, the celebration of Celeborn and Galadriel's bonding. The dancing had yet to begin, but could not start till Daeron played for the couple.
"Sire," a tall, slender elf bowed before him, holding a flute in one hand tucked beneath his arm.
Motioning for the minstrel to come forth, Thingol shifted in his seat so that his legs stretched out before him, his arms resting on the stone sides of his chair.
"Daeron," the king acknowledged him.
The dark-haired elf, his voice soothingly low, whispered as he approached, "my Lord, I have prepared a special song for couple." He nodded and bowed respectfully to the couple.
Daeron flipped his flute out from under his arm, bringing the silver instrument to lips. As he played the first few notes, the guest grew quiet, and ended all the chatter.
The lore-master's eyes danced mischievously, as he danced a bit around the room to the music he created.
"Tonight," he began, pausing to play another lick of the song. "Tonight we celebrate the bonding of the 'elf-witch' to the grand-nephew of the king...soon to return to Lothlorien to live under the Lord Malgalad." He trilled a bit, before continuing with the playful tune, his eyes locked with hers. The guests laughed nervously as he'd used her nickname, not many dared such.
Everyone knew of her great power and the mirror she kept. But none dared call her 'elf-witch' to her face. Daeron dared such, yet Galadriel did nothing. She cocked her head a bit at his boldness, but smiled, encouraging him to continue curious as to what he planned. Celeborn looked over to see what her reaction had been, and let out a relieved breath.
Daeron nodded and smiled, before opening his mouth to sing, this time regarding Celeborn...
"Lend me your ear while I sing you a tune.
You were kissed by the elf-witch one night in the wood,
Are you drawn by her powerful force?
The elf-witch's promise is coming,
Will you follow her course?
Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same,
And the love you have found lays outside in the rain.
Look into her mirror's waters, what can you see?
The elf-witch's promise is coming, and you're looking,
Your future lies among the Mallorn Trees.
Keep looking, keep looking for something new,
Well, what did you see, Lord and Lady of the Silver Trees.
The leaves begin to fall all around you.
You won't find it easy now, be careful of rings.
In the tradition of Feanor, be wary of shiny things.
Morgoth is not the only one with tricks up his sleeve.
The elf-witch's promise is here, take her hand
And your lives together weave."
Everyone remained quiet, so quiet the silence echoed as Daeron tucked his flute back under his arm. All eyed Galadriel nervously, anticipating her reaction.
Slowly, Galadriel raised her slender palms, and her quiet clapping echoed. The entire hall let go the breath it held, and others' clapping soon joined hers.
Relieved that Galadriel had not become upset over the song, Thingol whispered to his wife, excusing himself from the feast. As he stood the whole hall once again grew quiet.
"I must excuse myself, but please continue on with merrymaking," turning to the couple beside his wife. "May Iluvatar bless you in the millennia to come." Bowing, he turned from the table, and walked out of the hall.
Galadriel's watched as her husband's eyes followed the king's retreating figure.
-Go to him. This will be the last time...- Celeborn looked at his new wife and leant in to kiss her. She allowed him to kiss her upon the cheek, as he stood to follow him. After he too had left, Galadriel felt Melian's soft hand upon her thigh.
-Galadriel, come and let us leave these elves to their folly.- Galadriel turned to gaze into the deep lust-filled eyes of the Maia. -This will also be our last time...-
She'd didn't have to say it twice to Galadriel, who quickly stood to join the two ellon outside of the hall...
"Thingol..." the king paused and turned to see his grand-nephew, splendid in his silvery-blue wedding clothes, his silver hair pulled back in his ceremonious knots. As both their eyes locked, Celeborn rushed forward, crushing his lips to his king's. Pulling the younger elf from him, Thingol swept his eyes over his form.
"Celeborn, you have always been stunning in blue," allowing his fingers to wander, he ran them through Celeborn's silky hair. This time their lips met tenderly, savoring the taste of wine on each other. "I will miss you when you leave…" he breathed in to the elf's mouth, his hands traveling down and over the soft velvet of his back. Pressing their bodies together, both could feel the other's need bulging through their leggings.
Trailing kisses along Thingol's jaw-line to his ear, Celeborn whispered hotly, "We should leave this hall; someone may find us…"
"Yesss," hissed the king, as Celeborn drew his tongue along the lobe of his ear, sucking on the sensitive tip. Withdrawing from each other, they straightened their clothes and bolted to the king's chambers.
Holding the elleth's hand, Melian guided her outside, pausing occasionally to give the new bride a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Snow covered the ground, and sparkled a range of purples and oranges in the evening sky. The sunset dipped lower in the sky, soon enveloping them in the sparkling light of the stars. The snow glistened like diamonds.
Gliding along the top of the snow, they moved silently, neither wanted to disturb the peace surrounding them by speaking. Soon they reached the banks of Esgalduin. Pausing, Melian stooped to pick a frost flower. Standing, she spoke softly.
"I remember teaching you to ice skate on this river, many winter's ago; now you are grown and leaving our city." She gazed out over the frozen river wistfully. "I will miss you, Galadriel…" allowing her eyes to meet the elleth's, Melian reached out and tucked the white flower behind Galadriel's ear. Drawing her finger lightly down her neck, the Maia caused her to shiver despite her fur cloak. Hand on her shoulder, she pulled Galadriel forward, kissing her ever so lightly on the mouth, drawing her lower lip into her mouth.
Galadriel moaned as she wrapped her arms around the queen's waist, pulling her closer so that their bodies pressed together. Opening her mouth slightly, she ran her tongue along the crease of the other's lips, begging for entrance. Melian obliged, allowing their tongues to intertwine.
Passing one of the windows, Thingol stopped, startled to see his wife kissing Galadriel. Celeborn stopped behind him, and drew in a sharp breath at the erotic scene before them. Their already erect elfhoods pulsed harder as they watched the two females. Celeborn wrapped his arms around the king from the back, resting his chin on Thingol's shoulder as his placed light kisses upon it.
"They are both incredibly beautiful…especially together," whispered Celeborn. "We should invite them to our bed."
Eyes secured on the females, Thingol nodded and replied his consent, "Aye…" He felt the younger elf slip away, and moments later watched him approach the women. Running his hands lightly over the aching bulge, Thingol groaned at the sight of the women. How he would love to watch them together, in the throes of passion. Closing his eyes, he forgot himself in the image he created. So lost was he, that he was unaware of their presence behind them moments later, till he felt the familiar touch of his wife over his exploring hand. Opening his eyes, he turned to gaze into his wife's glittering eyes, Galadriel wrapped around her from behind, also gazing seductively up to him.
"My new bride has consented to you sharing our wedding bed…" Celeborn whispered.
Thingol did not remove his eyes from his wife's, -I never knew, my love…-
Melian smiled wickedly, -now you do, my darling. Come with us…- Taking his hand in hers, Galadriel taking Celeborn's, the females led the ellyn to the new couple's wedding suite.
Slipping through the door, the females faced them as they shut the door silently behind them. Eager both males reached to rid themselves of their tunics, but were quickly stopped by the women. Each caught the eye of their prospective mate, as they embraced each other. Galadriel and Melian once again met in a kiss.
The Maia slipped her hand into the scooped neck of Galadriel's gown, pulling out her breast, and bending to suckle the puckered nipple. Unable to control himself, Celeborn stood behind his wife, holding her hair off her neck, and planting kissing along the base. His nimble fingers unlaced the back of her dress, and Melian stepped back as it dropped to pool at her feet. Able to move finally, Thingol approached his wife, and divested her of her own dress.
Both elves stood back to admire the soft glow of the females pale bodies. Pink tipped nipples beckoned them. Celeborn stooped to capture his wife's right nipple, grazing his teeth over so that she moaned. As he did so, Melian sucked on the juncture of her neck, marking Galadriel. Removing his tunic, and leggings Thingol joined them by kneeling, tracing patterns with his tongue across Melian's abdomen, while pinching one of her nipples, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. Celeborn, pulled back, and gazing up at Galadriel's face, quickly removed his clothing as well.
The females once again met in a kiss as Celeborn planted kisses along her inner thigh and over her warm and throbbing sex, one handing clutching her firm backside. With his tongue, he spread her nether lips, lapping at the sweet honey there.
Melian pulled her husband to his feet, whispering into his ear. Galadriel watched them with a wicked smile, stroking her husband's hair lazily.
"My husband, we wish to watch you and Celeborn…" Celeborn's ears twitched at what he heard, and pulling back from his administrations to his own wife, tugged at Thingol's throbbing elfhood, running his tongue over the silken head. Melian kissed him, as the king fisted his hand in silver hair, guiding the new groom's mouth over his aching erection.
Through the keyhole, Daeron could see writhing bodies clearly. The Maia and elf-witch had entranced the males with their lusty beauty and actions. Freeing his own erection, he pleasured himself to the erotic music within.