Title & Chapter Number: Lord Celeborn's Book 3/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Orophin is not mine but Ohtarie is.
Warnings: None
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Orophin/OC female
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Orophin is all grown up and Celeborn thinks his favorite young elf might need a little help from the "book."
Notes: Summary/Notes: Thanks to May for creating Orophin's sweet personality. Tolkien didn't give him much of one.
Childhood Sweethearts
Lord Celeborn had been looking forward to the fall festival. One reason was that he longed to see Haldir again and he knew that Indil did also. The other reason was that he wanted to see Orophin. He knew his favorite young elf had adored Ohtarie since they both were little more than toddlers. He remembered them holding hands and telling everyone they were going to get married someday like Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.
He knew that Orophin and his troublesome brothers didn't often get to come down from the North. With Rumil and Haldir, that might have been a good thing. He loved them both, especially Haldir, but they sometimes caused trouble everywhere they went. He wasn't even sure that young Orophin had ever even joined with any she-elf at all, and he remembered that blush at the mention Ohtarie's name.
He went to his study and found his book, his wicked book, and thumbed through it until he found the page he was looking for. A handsome young male and female elf were having intercourse in the picture. The male was on top, and Celeborn even thought he looked just a tiny bit like Orophin.
He laid the book on his desk, pressing it open to make sure that the pages didn't turn. He smiled and left the room. Now to find Orophin.
~*~*~*~
Orophin looked around until he saw her. Ohtaire. She was the most beautiful elf in the world, even more beautiful than Lady Galadriel. She was sitting with several of the other handmaids at a long banquet table. They were all talking and laughing, the sound like the tinkling of bells to his ears.
Ohtarie spotted him and waved. He blushed to the tips of his ears. He had loved her forever, or as long as he could remember anyway. They used to sit in Lord Celeborn's big chair in his study together and talk about things. They were going to get married and have lots of baby elves, and they were never going to speak to Haldir and Rumil.
Oh, no, she was coming over to talk to him.
"There you are, Orophin." She was almost as tall as he was. Her hair was more golden than silver and it hung below her waist. He face was fair with big blue eyes and lips, oh, her lips made him feel funny all over.
"H-hi, Ohtarie. H-how are you?" Why did he have to be so nervous?
"I am wonderful now that you have come, Orophin. Will you sit with me at dinner?" She blushed when she asked him.
He agreed to sit with her.
Once they sat down, things became a little more relaxed, especially when they started to talk about the things they did when they were children. Ohtarie remembered them hiding Haldir's shoes once when he was going out to meet a she-elf. They hid under Rumil's bed and watched as he hunted everywhere and blamed everyone but them. He did find them in time to meet his female friend, though. They had poured ice water on Rumil and Arwen once when they were kissing in the arbor.
Both of them were laughing and talking about old times when Lord Celeborn came by their table.
"Orophin, I need for you to do me a favor. Elrond gave me a book of remedies, and I think it is on my desk. Would you see if you could find it for me?"
Orophin excused himself and headed for Celeborn's study. Celeborn just smiled to himself, and headed back to his table to argue with Haldir some more.
~*~*~*~
Orophin hurried to Lord Celeborn's desk. And stopped dead in his tracks. The book that lay on the desk had pictures of elves … oh my. He put his hand over his mouth. Lord Celeborn looked at pictures like this? He started to turn away, but his curiosity got the better of him. He picked the book and began to look at the drawings. He couldn't help his body's reaction to the pictures. He was young and healthy, after all, and he'd never done any of the things in the book.
He held the book in one hand and slipped the other hand under his tunic to rub his cock. He was so hard that he was straining the laces of his soft suede leggings. He was so intent upon the book that he didn't hear Ohtarie until she walked into the study. Lord Celeborn had sent her to find Orophin.
"Orophin-"
He dropped the book and it flipped across the desk and landed at her feet, opened to the page he had found it opened to when he came in. His face turned red. So did hers when she saw what the couple in the drawing were doing.
"Where did you get this, Orophin?"
"I-it w-w-was on the d-desk open j-j-just like that," he stammered, hoping with all his heart that she didn't notice the bulge in his leggings or where his hand was.
"Do you think it is Lord Celeborn's?"
"M-maybe Haldir did it somehow."
"He has not left the table nor has Rumil. It must belong to Lord Celeborn."
She bent down and picked it up and thumbed through it. Her face was soon as red as Orophin's was.
"Oh my," she whispered. "Did you look at this?"
"Yes. I did. I cannot believe Lord Celeborn…" He couldn't finish the thought or the sentence.
"It makes my face hot to look at it. Do you think Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel do this?" She pointed to an interesting drawing of a male elf mounting a female like a horse.
Orophin could barely breathe now. He was embarrassed and Ohtarie kept innocently showing him drawings that were making him so hard that it hurt. He wanted to run, to turn away. He wanted to do to her the things in the book. He wanted to move his hand out of his tunic because if he kept it there, he was going to have to rub himself.
"Is it hot in here?" Ohtarie asked.
"Yes."
"Shall we go for a walk? The night air will be cool. We can walk down by the river."
"Yes." He felt like an idiot for his one-word answers, but he was having trouble even making a sound at all. She laid the book back on Celeborn's desk and turned to go. Orophin was finally able to remove his hand from inside his tunic.
~*~*~*~
Ohtarie left the room in front of Orophin. Her face was burning. She wondered if he had done those things. More importantly, she wondered who he had done them with. She wished it had been her.
The night air did little to cool her off.
Orophin followed her, a pace behind for some reason. Once they were away from the gathering and close to the river, Orophin caught up with her. She reached for his hand and neither of them said anything as they walked by the riverbank.
"Orophin, have you ever kissed anyone?"
"You. When we used to hide from the others."
"I meant since we have grown up."
"N-no. I spend all my time with Haldir and Rumil. I do not want to kiss them!"
She laughed and hugged him.
He coughed and pulled back. They walked farther and farther down the river until moonlight was the only light.
Both of them turned to each other at the same time, she was going to ask him how long he was going to be able to stay and he started to say something too. Their heads were inches apart and she looked down at his mouth.
~*~*~*~
Orophin could feel her breath against his lips. He closed his eyes and let his lips touch hers. They were so soft and so was she as he pulled her into his arms. She made a little sound and opened her mouth slightly. Hs tongue seemed to know what to do as it slipped between her parted lips.
She leaned against him, pressing her soft breasts against his chest. He wanted to touch them, but was a bit afraid she might not want him to. So he kept kissing her and pressed his cock hard against her.
~*~*~*~
Ohtarie felt Orophin. He was hard. His kisses were sweet as honey. They made her feel all damp and needy. And achy. She felt like she needed to be filled. This was the first time she'd felt this…. yearning, yes, that was it. She wondered if he felt the same way.
"Orophin? Tell me what you feel."
"I want to…" he pulled out of her embrace and turned away.
"I do too," she said in a quiet voice.
He turned back and stepped back into her embrace. They soon both sank down to the soft moss beside the river and continued to kiss. His hand rested on her breast. He squeezed it gently and was rewarded by a little whimper in her throat.
At the same time, they began to tug on the other's clothing, Orophin pulling the front of her gown open and Ohtarie pulling his tunic up so she could put her hands on his warm belly.
Ohtarie stopped moving when he moved his head down to suck her nipple. She arched underneath him and he stopped.
"I'm--."
"Please, do not stop." Her whisper was breathy and low.
~*~*~*~
Orophin felt like he was on fire. He wanted to be inside Ohtarie, wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted, but he didn't know what to do next. Her breasts were so soft and it made him so excited to see her pale skin and touch it. He flicked his tongue over the wet nipple that he had been sucking and she moaned again.
He began to push his cock against her leg as he switched to her other breast. He sat up enough to open her gown the rest of the way. He saw all of her except what was covered by tiny silky panties. She lifted her hips so he slipped them down.
"Now yours," she said. She began to unbutton his tunic. He shrugged out of it and unlaced his leggings. Ohtarie sat up and pushed his hands out of the way, finishing what he had started. They both pulled the soft suede over his hips and down. She moved down his legs to remove his boots and then pulled his leggings the rest of the way off.
She lay back and he lay across her, kissing her deeply, exploring her mouth with his eager tongue as he moved over on top of her. She seemed to know what to do as she parted her legs. His penis pressed against her pubic bone, his hips thrusting against her almost involuntarily. He was close, so close, but he wanted to be inside her. Then she lifted her hips and shifted her position until he was pressing against her wetness, and after a few minor adjustments, her entrance.
"I do not want to hurt you."
"Please, Orophin, I need you."
He entered as slowly as he could.
~*~*~*~
She had expected pain, but she just felt uncomfortably stretched for a few seconds. He was buried deep inside her and he was shaking hard. She put her hands down to his hips and pushed and pulled at him until he began to move. She hadn't expected the pleasure, but it came. Every thrust touched a place inside that caused a jolt of pleasure that was building, stretching out to engulf her. She cried out his name as her body shuddered around the beautiful young elf.
~*~*~*~
The heat was amazing to Orophin. He had never felt anything close to what being buried inside her felt like. She was tight, and as her body spasmed, she pulled him deeper and deeper and held him tighter and tighter. No elf could withstand such pleasure for long without letting go and allowing it to take him. He let go. The world stopped for a second of pure bliss as all else ceased to exist, save him and Ohtarie. He thrust again and again until the world came back into focus and the hands of time began to move again.
~*~*~*~
Celeborn had followed them, but he hadn't stayed. It looked as if they knew what to do without him. Haldir, however, waited in his study for another look at the book. Lord Celeborn was anxious to show him more.
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