Title & Chapter Number: That Loving Feeling 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and I do not profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Celeborn/Galadriel
Timeline: Before LOTR
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Galadriel has been married a long time.
Notes: This one popped into my head from a conversation Robin and I were having about men liking high heels and bustiers.
Galadriel was a very busy person. She didn’t have a lot of time to dally.
But lately she had noticed that her gorgeous groom had taken to looking longingly at her handmaidens. And the footmen. And the March-Wardens. She had even seen him looking longingly at that big stallion he thundered around on. But he had not looked longingly at her.
She’d have to do something about that. But what?
She asked her married friends what they did and they all just looked at her as if she were crazy. But they didn’t answer her. She went to the local apothecary and asked her if she had any good love potions. The woman raised her eyebrow and looked at her as if she were insane.
Didn’t elves have sex any more?
She had to admit that she hadn’t paid much attention to sex in, oh seven, eight hundred years, but she was pretty sure that the practice was still around.
But now she was back and ready to capture the wandering attention of that hunk she had married... what, four... five thousand years ago.
She couldn’t find anyone who seemed to know anything about seduction and sex. She had not realized how boring elves could be. Perhaps she should go to Imladris. She heard all sorts of rumors about her son-in-law and Glorfindel and their sexual adventures. Somehow having sex with her son-in-law didn’t quite sound right. She seemed to remember something about not having sex with one’s relatives. Oh well, so much for that idea, though she did think Elrond’s blond lover was the second handsomest elf she’d ever met, Celeborn being first, of course.
After much thought, well a few minutes thought really, she decided to sneak into her husband’s study to see if perhaps he had letters lying about that would clue her in about whether he had given up looking longingly and taken up dallying with a handmaiden or the March Warden or even the horse.
But she found no letters.
She decided an extensive search would be in order. Lord Celeborn’s desk was a boring place. The elf kept weather reports, for goodness sake, old weather reports from thousands of years ago. She opened a bottom drawer and found accounting summaries from the second age.
Ohh, what was this hiding under some old shopping lists? She pulled the sheaf of rumpled papers out and stared. They were drawings of females, she-elves and humans. Each one was all in a various state of undress. In fact, most of them were in some sort of strange underwear. It seemed to be black and didn’t seem to serve any real purpose at all. It only covered their torsos and their nipples. Their bottoms were completely exposed. She looked at the satiny looking garment and decided if that’s what her husband wanted then that’s what he would get. When she took the top drawing, she couldn’t help but notice some of the others. Well, from the way that elf was taking the human woman, she could understand why Celeborn kept looking at the horse. She could do that too, if that’s what he wanted.
"You want this, my Lady?" Her dressmaker was scandalized. "But it is not very… elf like." She finished lamely.
"Just make it and have it delivered to my bedchamber tonight."
Galadriel spent the rest of the day in an odd state of mind. She wanted to slip her hand under her gown and touch herself. After dinner, she asked her husband to come by her chambers before he went to his study to work on ledgers until he fell asleep on his sofa. He looked at her a bit funny and said he would be there shortly.
She rushed to her chambers and put on the black lacy bustier that her dressmaker had gotten finished just an hour ago. It fit very nicely though she’d hate to wear it all the time. She put a few drops of sweet smelling oil here and there and brushed her hair until it shone like gold.
The door opened and she stood still. "What did you…?" Lord Celeborn stared at his wife. She was dressed like a human whore he had sampled once in Gondor a long time ago. "Galadriel?"
"Yes, love?"
"Y-you look…"
"Lovely?"
"Well, no, slutty was the word I was going for."
Her face fell. Damn!
"I am so hard just from looking at you that it hurts."
Ohhhhhh! Better.
"So what will you do about it, husband?"
Celeborn came close to her and grabbed her, crushing her to him and kissing her until she was heaving for breath. He slipped a hand between her legs and found her very wet and ready for him. And found that he didn’t want to wait. He pushed her onto the bed and stripped quickly.
Galadriel groaned as he sheathed himself all the way inside her in one long, hard thrust. He rode her hard and fast and only minutes past until they were both screaming their ecstasy.
That was just the beginning. It seemed that once she had gotten Celeborn’s interest, he was reluctant to relinquish it. She knew elven males had quite a bit of endurance but she had no idea anyone could do it *that* many times in three days. They had christened almost every surface in the room and she had found out that being his ‘mare’ was indeed quite a pleasant experience.
But she was tired. She was very tired. And he was grabbing for her again.
"Darling, do not you need to check a weather report?"
He smiled and nodded and finally let her rest.
~end~
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