Title & Chapter Number: To Soothe The Weary Soul 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: The Emerald Inkwell
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien's world belongs to Tolkien's estate. I'm just playing in it and make no money from my efforts.
Warnings: Graphic Het Sex
Betas: Alex - My Beta Goddess, My Comma Queen, Fellow Scorpio, and Deliverer of Craig Smut.
Cast: Celeborn; OC; and various other Tolkien Elves
Timeline: AU; Pre-Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: None
Summary: Celeborn finds respite from the weight of years.
Notes: For Robin - Beta Queen, List Mommy, and Friend.
Celeborn stood upon the hill, in the center of Caras Galadon, looking down into a glade below. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and a few of the younger Elf maidens were taking advantage of it. They sat in the sunny glade amid the wildflowers, chatting and embroidering.
Even from this distance, Celeborn could see that their eyes sparkled with mirth, for they had not the weight of ages upon their souls. The sound of laughter floated up on the light breeze and Celeborn was quick to identify it as belong to Aranel.
Aranel had become an obsession with him. Her eyes were bright, blue and alive with joy. Her blonde hair had a golden hue, heralding her Noldor ancestry.
"Why do you torture yourself so?"
Celeborn tore his eyes away from Aranel to look over at his wife. "I would not taint her."
Galadriel smiled at her beloved husband. "What make you think that you could? It is more likely that she would lift the melancholy that has consumed you of late."
Celeborn pondered her words. Did he dare approach her? Would she reject him, once she saw the sorrow in his eyes?
"Go to her, Celeborn. Love her well, and in return, she will heal the darkness within you. This is the thing that I ask of you." Galadriel reached up to gently caress her husband's cheek. Their love ran deep, transcending the physical need to join; they had often taken other lovers for that purpose.
Celeborn nodded though his heart beat with fear.
~*~*~*~
Aranel ran through the trees, eyes darting from side to side. She and her friends had begun an impromptu game of hide and go seek and she was looking for that perfect hiding place. She was so intent on looking to her side that she did not see Celeborn as he stepped into her path. Aranel barreled into him and only his quick reflexes prevented her from being knocked to the ground.
"Forgive me, my Lord," she smiled merrily up at him. "I fear I was not paying attention to where I was going."
"What has you so distracted? A lover perhaps?" The smile on Celeborn's face did not quite reach his eyes.
Aranel blushed. "Nay, my Lord. Tis a game and nothing more." A sudden thought occurred to her. "Would you like to play as well?"
Celeborn was surprised. Though he and Galadriel had declared themselves merely Guardians of the Galadrim, they had been elevated to an untouchable status by their people. This simple invitation was a gesture of belonging that Celeborn could not resist. "Yes, but I fear it has been many years since I have partaken of such pleasures."
Aranel smiled and grabbed his hand. "Fear not, my Lord. I shall remind you of how it is done." She pulled him along behind her as she continued down the path.
She led him to a remote glade bordered by thick brush. Motioning for him to be quiet, she lifted a branch low to the ground and crawled into the hedge. It was a tight fit but Celeborn managed to follow her.
Aranel had long ago trained this hedge to conceal a tunnel that led to a hole in the base of one of the great mallorn trees. It was her private retreat and none knew of it. She had a different game in mind for her Lord, one that did not evolve the company of others. She had not missed the sad look in his eyes, nor the lust that he tried gallantly to hide. She was determined to bring him, at least, a moment of joy.
Celeborn stood as he passed through the small entrance into the tree, which was covered by a thick fur. The space beyond was large and well appointed. He watched as Aranel lit several candles on a small candelabra, which lent a golden glow to the walls and sparse furnishing. A thick bed of furs dominated the far wall and Celeborn felt his mouth go dry, as he thought of Aranel's golden body naked upon them.
"You seem sad, my Lord."
"Tis, nothing." Celeborn tried to think of the right words to say her. He watched with hooded eyes as she crossed to stand in front of him.
Aranel licked her lips. She decided the best course of action was not to mince words. She knew that both he and Galadriel had taken other lovers. "Would you share my bed with me, my Lord."
Celeborn felt himself go hard at her words. He reached out to caress the side of her face. "Call me by my proper name, Aranel."
"Celeborn, make love to me."
He needed no other urging. His lips captured her in a raw, powerful, kiss. He dominated her with his tongue as his hands made short work of the laces holding her gown to her body. It fluttered down to the floor in a puddle of fabric at her feet.
He felt her hands as they pushed and pulled him free of his clothing. Once they were both naked, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the fur bed. He looked down at her and found his thoughts of earlier had not done her justice. Dropping to her side, he began to worship her body with his hands and mouth.
Aranel sighed as she felt his warm, wet mouth envelope her nipple. Longing lanced through her body and she felt a warm, wetness between her thighs. His hand slid down her body, teasing her navel before dipping between her thighs.
Aranel spread her legs in invitation and was rewarded when Celeborn slipped two fingers into her.
Celeborn could not believe how wet Aranel was. Her desire fueled his need, making him harder.
Aranel moaned as Celeborn began to fuck her with his fingers, spreading and twisting them. His thumb began to make slow circles on her clit and she bucked her hips.
Celeborn was overcome with the need to taste her. Removing his fingers, he moved between her thighs, and lifted her legs over his shoulders. His tongue replaced his fingers and he marveled at how she tasted sweet and tart at the same time.
Aranel was beyond thought as Celeborn fucked her with his tongue. She twined her fingers in his long, silver hair. He began to suckle her clit and it undid her, her orgasm causing her to cry out.
Celeborn could wait no longer and buried his throbbing cock into her wet, warmth. He moaned as he realized that not many had delved there before him. She was as tight as a virgin.
Aranel gasped as she felt Celeborn fill her completely. She had known only one other lover and that had been a disaster, more pain than pleasure. She gritted her teeth and tensed, waiting for the pain to begin.
Celeborn felt her tense and the exquisite tightness became painful. He kissed her gently, threading the fingers of his free hand through her hair. Moving his lips to her ear, he suckled the lobe gently before whispering, "Relax, Aranel. I will be gentle. You shall know pleasure beyond measure this night."
Celeborn's sweet words were her undoing and she relaxed a bit, willing to trust him.
Celeborn began a gentle rhythm, allowing Aranel to become used to him. He was rewarded with her further relaxation followed by a throaty moan.
Aranel was unprepared for the pleasure his thrusts began to create. She bucked her hips awkwardly until she found his rhythm, urging him to increase his pace.
"Fuck me harder, Celeborn," she cried when he did not accommodate her.
Celeborn had thought to draw this joining out but her words shook him to the core and he obliged her, thrusting in to her deeper and harder.
Her cries of pleasure were music to his ears. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. Then he felt her tighten as a second orgasm racked her body.
Celeborn cried his release, feeling the years melt from him. One time would not be enough with this little minx.
~*~*~*~
Celeborn was shaken from reverie later by his lover's lips around his semi-ridged shaft. Apparently, once wasn't enough for her either.
The End
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