The silver haired elf thrashed in his bed, dreaming of his first love as his bare legs tangled in the sheets. He could feel the heat of his indigo gaze, see his golden hair as it flowed in the spring breeze but most of all Celeborn could feel the blaze of fire left from his tongue as it trailed over his flesh.
"Thingol, my love." he whimpered in his sleep, "I am torn between you both. I need you, but I need her too."
"I know my little love, and you must go to her." Thingol's hand touched his cheek and with a soft brush of their lips, he turned away. "Trust I shall always hold you close to my heart. May the Valar bless your union, the union that was forbidden to us." The deep tenor of his voice was so clear that Celeborn sat up suddenly awake, ears ringing with the words of his beloved.
Slowly he crawled out of bed, still stiff with need after the vivid dreams. He poured water from a pitcher into a silver basin and splashed it upon his face, relishing the biting cold of the liquid as it dribbled down his cheeks. After wiping his face, he stepped out on the balcony only to find Her in the garden. A small sigh escaped his lips as the moonlight lit her hair, casting beams of gold and silver in a halo about her head. She knelt to pick a flower and Celeborn felt his heart catch when she nuzzled the petals to her cheeks.
He made his decision quickly, hastily donning loose pants and a robe before running out of the house to the gardens. She had haunted his every waking moment for he found his eyes followed her even when he did not mean to. Her laughter was like the tinkling of bells and in his mind he could hear her giggles when they had gone ice skating mere months prior. Even her mishaps were graceful as he pictured her skidding unceremoniously on her bottom across the frozen pond, the laughter and joy never leaving her face. She made his heart feel light and that intrigued him to no end. But his nights had been filled of Him and now he suddenly felt free. He would not let the opportunity slip.
He was at her side within moments, blocking the light of the moon and casting a shadow over the moonflowers that bloomed before her. Celeborn felt bold and reached so that his hand brushed the waves of her hair. She looked up at his touch and again he thought his heart had caught in his throat. Her eyes shined as they gazed back at him, the sapphire depths reflected a longing that he felt all too clearly.
"I thought you would never come to me." Galadriel's husky voice murmured as she held a hand up to him.
Gratefully he took it and dropped to his knees, "I love you." It was a simple statement that held an immeasurable amount of emotion.
"I know." She nodded knowingly as she stared into his Cerulean blue eyes, searching for another answer that quickly revealed itself to her.
Celeborn caught her lips in a tender kiss, relaying all the tenderness and doubt he had been harboring for months. Their hands moved of their own accord, stroking and caressing through the thin silk until that too fell away. The kisses became more frantic with each passing moment until even their lips were not enough. The silver elf explored his love with his mouth, nipping a trail from the tip of her ear down to her shapely ankle before moving back up and settling at the apex of her legs.
Her taste was so different from his first love yet, somehow he knew would never grow tired of her unique flavor. Her every reaction was different, more open, giving, and most of all complete trust. Finally when he could no longer ignore the throbbing of his own sex, he moved until he was nestled between her legs and caught her gaze once more with a silent question. With a siren's smile as an answer, Galadriel wrapped her legs around his slender hips and arched, accepting the brief moment of pain that signified their bonding.
At first unsure and awkward, they quickly found a rhythm that escalated to a blinding release of passion. Their hands intertwined in that moment of completion and each other's names on their lips.
"Husband." She whispered.
"Wife, my beautiful wife." He responded happily.
From her balcony, the Maia watched the bonding of souls and whispered a blessing she knew would be heard by the Valar. The first rays of dawn painted the sky golden, purple and pink as she watched with a small smile, the two elves gather their clothes to flee back indoors. She had reasoned with her husband that he had needed to release the young elf from his affections. Although Melian would miss the softness of her skin and the gentle tones of her voice, she too had released the Noldo from any obligation to her. They could not hinder a match that was meant to be no matter how sweet the time had been spent with each of them. Closing the balcony doors, she returned to her bed and snuggled against her husband.
"It is done." She whispered, wiping a tear from his face while one dropped from her own eyes to land on his chest. "He will always have a place in his heart for you."
"As will she for you," he choked. "I love you, Melian. Never doubt that you still hold the largest piece of my heart."
She kissed his closed eyelids and nodded before trailing her lips to the tips of his ears. "Never would I doubt you, Thingol." A horn briefly distracted her as she nibbled the lobe.
"Ah, Daeron is already heralding the beginning of the new day, damned punctual minstrel. We have not the time for this play, my love." Thingol purred as she suckled his sensitive earlobe.
"You are king, dearest. The beginning of the new day can wait until we have renewed our bond." She ran her tongue around the outer shell as she whispered and her hand slipped under the sheet to tease his skin.