Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts

Chapter 14
Author: Frosty the Kingpin
Codes: Legolas, Haldir, Elrond, Thranduil, OC, AU, N/C, INC
Rated: NC-17
Summary: During talks of combining Mirkwood and Imladris into one force, a relationship takes a downward spiral.
Author's Notes: Elvish translations are at the bottom of the page.

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Wiping her lips, Tári set down the cloth on the empty plate in front of her and smiled. During the past hour of dinner, she and Elrond had had a conversation that never lulled, never took on uncomfortable pauses. She felt relieved that things were going so well, and the familiar flutter of expectation in her abdomen began to heighten.

The day spent with Haldir had been quite pleasant, and she had felt very comfortable speaking with him about what she hoped for from this marriage. She had no idea where she would be without her friend. Haldir had proven himself vital in her life, and she would forever be thankful for him.

If it were not for him, she might not be with Elrond right


"What are you thinking about?" His voice was so smooth and heavy, like every word that poured from his mouth was profound. She reveled in that sound.

"Just how lucky I am." His dark eyes looked her over as she rubbed her arm thoughtfully.

Elrond smiled and stood, walking around the table and taking her hand. She rised as he urged her towards him. He did not speak; his eyes told her that he considered this a good thing as well. Instead, he entwined his fingers in hers and kissed her, deep and slow. He tasted of wine and fruit.

Pulling away, he began to lead her towards the bed. She knew this would happen tonight, had been expecting it. Though it wasn't their first time, she still felt a rush of anxiety run through her, accompanied by the thrill of anticipation.

"I want to show you what I feel," he said quietly, motioning for her to sit. Biting her lip, she did so, then scooted higher when he told her to lie down. Her heart was thumping as though it would jump from her chest as she waited for what he was going to do. Leaning over her, he kissed her again, this time more hungrily, and she moaned in response. When they parted, he said, "You tell me if I do anything you don't like."

"Okay," she breathed, not quite understanding. He got up from her and moved down her body. When his warm hands gripped beneath her knees and pulled so her legs were bent over the edge, she let out a yelp and tried to sit up.

"Sorry," he said, grinning as she glared at him. "Just relax." Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself to lay back down and twitched her dangling feet nervously.

Tári's hands rested on her abdomen as shered red at the ceiling and felt every electric touch on her skin. Elrond took great care in slowly removing her footwear, caressing her ankles with a touch so gentle it began to tickle. Biting her cheek to keep control, she exhaled deeply in relief as he moved higher, sliding her skirts up her legs.

Her skin began to heat as he moved higher, exposing her lower body. Fingers slipped in the thin straps of her panties, pulling them down her legs. When she was naked before him, Tári clenched her hands together, waiting for what he would do next.

Tender lips made contact with the inside of her thigh. She stiffened for a quick moment, then relaxed as he traced light kisses across her flesh. Hands pressed on the insides of her legs, urging them apart. Breathing heavy, her eyes fluttering, she laid still as the sparks of pleasure began to heighten.

"How is it so far?"

His voice seemed so far away and so mild. "Good," she replied, her voice husky. Warm breath hit her thigh as he dipped his head back down, continuing his journey.

When he kissed her sensitive flesh, flicking his tongue softly across her, she bit back a gasp and arched her neck. His mouth pressed warmly onto her and a whimper escaped her, causing Elrond to push a littleder der and dart his tongue a little further within. The shocks of pleasure that hit her legs and abdomen were like nothing she had ever felt before. Rolling forward slightly, she unconsciously moved against his searching tongue. His deep kiss made her move her hands down to the bed and grip the sheets tightly.

Her entire body became instantly warm as he continued plundering. Elrond was relentless in pleasing her, taking care to listen for her gasps of bliss then repeating the motions that led her there. Tári began to curl her legs slightly, tensing around his body as his tongue moved across her moistened flesh.

Throwing an arm above her, grasping at the sheets, she sucked in a breath and spoke his name. She was coming close to her release, and she knew he could feel it as well. He did not stop, though, only increased the pressure and sucked hotly, moving her to her climax. Gasping out, Tári shuddered beneath him, spurred on by his insistent kiss. The pleasure overtook her and lasted what seemed like forever, until her body weakened from the exertion and she collasped upon the bed. Breathing heavily, her eyes wide, she could barely smile as Elrond rose to his feet and climbed onto the bed beside her.

His hand rested on her stomach as he drew her skirts down over her thighs. "How do you feel?"

The haziness began to leave her head. "Good," she said, sighing, "That was...nice."

He smiled and kissed her lips gently. "I'm glad."

"What about you?" she asked, knitting her brow.

Settling his head down beside her, he asked, "Hmmm?"

Tári felt as though she could say anything to him, now that they had been so intimate. She wanted him to be happy as well. "What about you? Can I not do anything for you?"

His warm breath was soft against her neck as he laid kisses on her bare shoulder. "I wanted to please you tonight, Tári. Don't worry about me."

Shivering from his gentle touch, she rolled so she was facing him and rested a hand on his chest. "I want to worry," she breathed, smiling coyly, "That's what a wife does."

He could not shield the interest in his eyes, no matter what he spoke. "You should rest."

Biting her lip, she pulled at thringrings of his tunic and slid a hand in. Tickling his chest, noticing he made no move to stop her, she lifted her eyes to his and said, "I'm not tired."

Wrapping an arm around him, she drew his body towards hers and kissed him. She made great use of her closeness, exploring his mouth slowly and deeply. To her enjoyment, he returned the kiss full-force.

His taste was sweet, and when she pulled back a thrill shot through her at how lustful and hungry he appeared. Taking advantage of her power, she rolled him to his back and moved herself up, straddling him.

Taking her time, she removed each tie from Elrond's tunic and opened his shirt. Dipping down, she placed tender, wet kisses along his chest and grinned at how his eyes widened. "Do you like that?" she asked, purring.

His smirk was dangerous. Sitting up quickly, he wrapped his arms around her and swung her back to the bed. Tári gasped, soon finding herself beneath him again. "Very much," he replied, grinning.

Pushing at his shoulder and pouting her lower lip out, she asked, "Must I always be on my back?"

Laughter fell forth from his mouth. Tári couldn't help but smile. "No, you can be wherever you like, meleth," he said, "I am at your mercy."

"Good." Pressing at his shoulders, she managed to move him back down to the bed so she could climb over him again. "Stay there."

"As you wish, my lady."

Arching an eyebrow, she began to loosen the ties of his pants. The familiar want of him was entering her body once again, causing her skin to flush. His hands rested on her thighs as she worked. "My lady? Would you like me to call you my lord?"

He raised his eyebrows innocently as she parted his pants. "Only if you want to, my dear."

Biting back a laugh, she instead jerked him somewhat forcefully from his pants. Hissing in a breath, Elrond shook his head at her rough play. "Did I hurt you, my lord?" she asked in a sugary-sweet voice as her hand stroked his length.

The hands on her thighs clenched tighter with each rub of her own. "No," he breathed, his eyelashes fluttering, "Not at all."

"Good." Adjusting herself and her skirts, she moved above him and, holding him, lowered her body. Elrond closed his eyes as he entered her moist flesh, and Tári fought to remain steady as she came down against his pelvis.

Hands rested on his chest, she rocked herself forward and around, inhaling sharply at how far in he penetrated. Moving until she was comfortable, she then rested and looked down at Elrond. He was watching her with wide, heated eyes. Sweat was already beading upon his brow.

Moving his grip to her waist, he gently inched her forward. Tári moaned low and gripped his body tightly with her legs. Taking his lead, she pulled back and watched the enraptured expression on his face. It spurred her into thrusting a little more forcefully over him, causing them both to groan.

Their breathing became ragged as a fast pace was set. Elrond was already near his bliss, caused by his pleasuring of her. Tári, in return, found her body was more sensitive than it had ever been. Each roll of her hips caused a flutter throughout her, and soon she closed her eyes, concentrating on quickening their release.

Elrond jerked her forward over him several times, causing her to lose her momentum. The rough force pulled her over the edge, though, and as she lost herself to her pleasure he continued yanking her forward until he too met his climax. Harsh breathing filled the room as she lowered herself to his chest, resting.

"Now I'm tired," she said after several quiet minutes. The sound of his laughter echoed in his chest. Pulling herself up, she moved to the bed beside him and sighed heavily. "That was exhausting."

"But worth it." He laid a kiss on her foreheard and drew her close. His heat was comforting.

Tári nodded. "Yeah. Worth it."

"Rest now." Pulling covers over them, Elrond held her tight as she began to drift off.

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TBC


Elf-Speak:
Meleth - Love