"Valinor is certainly not all it was cracked up to be," Celeborn thought as he strolled down the glistening white sand beach, the foamy blue water lapping gently at the sand. "Day after day, it is the same, dull routine…it really is no better than being in Lothlorien - except that here there are no periodic battles, or Orc raids, or political intrigue…just dullness."
He came to a large, flat rock that jutted out into the ocean, and climbed it, sitting with his face tilted toward the sun. "My kingdom for a diversion…if I, indeed, had a kingdom left to offer." Sighing, he felt the warm rays of the sun hit his flesh, and remembered the many times he and Galadriel would sunbathe in their private garden in the Golden Wood. Struck by a sudden fit of nostalgia, he called to her with his mind, asking her to meet him on the beach.
Celeborn smiled, thinking that this was an opportunity for the best kind of diversion. He stripped himself of his robes, and lay back on the hot, smooth rock, basking in the warmth of the sun. He closed his eyes, and never opened them, even when he felt a hot, wet tongue tickle the tip of his Elfhood.
"Mmm…brings back fond memories…" he mumbled, his hands reaching for the silky long locks of hair that he knew were attached somewhere above that luscious mouth. Cracking open his eyes, he nearly bolted from the rock when he realized that the tongue did not belong to his wife. As a matter of fact, the tongue in question, didn't even belong to a female. Thick hair, as silver as his own, spilled across his belly, as Elu Thingol peeked up at him, lazily running his tongue up the length of Celeborn's now rigid erection.
"Shh…Celeborn…" came a voice from his other side. Twisting his head so sharply that it gave him a crick in the neck, his eyes widened to see his wife sitting beside him on the rock. A blonde head lay between her legs, obviously pleasing Galadriel, according to the smile on the Lady's face. Once again, Celeborn was shocked to see Melian look up from between Galadriel's thighs, and smile at him. He shivered as he watched her pink tongue delve into his wife's cleft, lapping at the sweet juices he knew from experience to be flowing there.
"My darling, you are bored…I am bored…they are bored…this seemed the perfect opportunity to divert ourselves from our humdrum lives here…" Galadriel explained, her slim hand forcing Melian's head back down.
"But if someone were to come across us…it would be scandalous!" Celeborn protested - rather weakly, since he finished his sentence with a moan solicited by Elu Thingol's mouth's attention on his Elfhood.
"No one will discover us…Melian has set the Girdle about the beach. No one can enter without her wishing it," Galadriel comforted her husband, her sentence also finishing with a moan.
Celeborn watched Melian continue to lick at Galadriel's honey, while Galadriel watched Elu Thingol devour Celeborn's organ, until both were panting with lust and desire. Pulling away from Elu Thingol, Celeborn rolled himself on top of Galadriel, rudely presenting his ass to Melian, before sliding himself into the hot, wet tightness between his wife's legs.
Melian made quick use of her tongue, finding Celeborn's hidden entry quite accessible in this position. Not to be left out, Elu Thingol mounted Melian from behind, riding her like a bucking bronco.
The foursome, connected by various appendages, rocked almost as one toward a shared climax, their moans growing louder and more frequent. With a collective shudder, they came, falling one atop the other like dominoes, well spent.
"My Lady…how many copies of this would you like made?" came a voice from the sand just below the rock. Sitting up in shock, Celeborn peered over the edge to see Daeron sitting crosslegged, naked on the sand. He held his Elfhood in one hand, and a quill in the other, evidently having been writing and whacking at the same time, since a neatly inscribed parchment lay on the sand next to him, and the fist holding his waning erection bore his seed. Celeborn wondered how he managed to do both things at once.
Shaking his head, Celeborn asked Galadriel, "If Melian set the Girdle about the beach, how did he get in here?"
"No one gets in whom I don't wish to get in…I wanted him here to record this event," Melian giggled, covering her mouth impishly with her hand.
"For Eru's sake, why?" Celeborn demanded.
"This is only summer…what will happen in the winter? If you are bored now, think of how bored you will be then! I wanted this recorded so that you will have something to read…and perhaps, re-enact!" Melian laughed.
"On the beach…in the middle of winter? I think not!" Celeborn answered, shivering as he imagined his Elfhood shrinking in the fierce winter winds.
"Not on the beach, you ninny!" Elu Thingol grinned, smacking Celeborn on the arm. "We know a lovely pond that freezes over each winter…we can go ice skating, and then, when the sun sinks below the night-black mountains, coloring the sky with purples and oranges, we will warm ourselves by the fire in a little cabin we had built on the lake. Once we're warm…well…"
Celeborn smiled for the first time that day, and thought to himself that indeed, Valinor was turning out to be everything it was cracked up to be.