To Warm An Advisor's Heart

Somehow you and Erestor managed to dress before an elf knocked on your door. With Erestor’s arm around your waist, you are guided through the halls to a large open ballroom. It’s a circular room with triangular shaped windows that go to the ceiling. The center of the ceiling has a large chandelier made of glass.

You met many elves that night, most you don’t remember. After the first twenty elves said their congratulations, the others went by in a blur. It also could be Erestor would grope you and kiss you whenever he got the urge.

“I swear if you don’t stop I’m going to-“ You bite your lip to keep the moan in your throat. Erestor chuckles against your skin. He nibbles on your neck. You grip his arm when he sucks it. “Just. . . wait until we get in our. . . room.” You give him more access to your neck. His arms tighten around you stomach and you feel his bulge pressed against your back.

“Only a few more hours,” he says. “Then you’re all mine.” You shiver at the thought. You aren’t going to survive the night if you don’t have something to settle your nerves.

A server passes you and you grab a glass of elvish wine. You grab two glasses. You finish one in a gulp and proceed with the other. Erestor grabs your wrist. “Be careful, love, it’s strong,” he says.

“I can handle it,” you say. You finish the second glass. You feel more relaxed. To your relief, Erestor has left your neck alone and is now talking to some elf he knew from school. As they talked you managed to get another glass of wine and finish it off.

Now that you’re a little buzzed, you want to give a taste of his own medicine. You turn in his arms and nuzzle his neck. “I see she’s quite affectionate,” his friend remarks.

Erestor rubs your lower back, causing your lower regions to heat up. “Yes she is,” he agrees. Maybe it’s the wine, but for some reason you are tempted to do things to Erestor whether others can see it or not. You give into your temptation and kiss his neck. His hands pause and pull you closer to him. “Tell me how your children are doing.”

You grin in his neck. So he wants to pretend he can’t feel it? That’s fine with you, you’re in the mood to play. You suck on a spot on his neck as your hand casually brushes against his ear. He swallows.

“What have we hear?” Elladan asks. You look up and see him standing behind Erestor. “Now Rose, I expected you to behave.”

You feel yourself blush. “Why, may I ask, are you watching me instead of finding a nice elf to seduce?” you ask.

“I’m here because Grandmother says that you two have been social enough to be excused for the rest of the night,” he says.

Erestor must have picked up on the last part of your conversation because he says to his friend, “If you’ll excuse me, I hope to speak with you again soon.” He turns his attention to Elladan. “Where is Elrohir?”

“Sucking face with Haldir, but I can get him for you,” he answers.

“Do that and meet me in my room.” Wait a minute! Did he just say what you think he said?

“Why are they going to be in our room?” you ask. You grin when you get a wicked thought in your mind. “Are you trying to say I don’t please you enough?”

“Of course not! I’m merely getting their help with a surprise I’m working up for you,” he says. He pulls you close against his body. You groan when his erection rubs against you. "It's going to be our early honeymoon." He kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck. His tongue licks your lips before diving into your mouth. He grabs your ass and grinds against you. You moan. You plunge your fingers into his hair. You lick his tongue.

"God, get a room," Elladan says.

Erestor breaks the kiss. He has a smug smile on his face. “Count to two thousand and then come to bed.”

He lets you go and disappears into the crowd. You can only imagine how you look to everyone else. Your cheeks are flushed, you’re panting, and you want to tackle that gorgeous elf and have your way with him.

‘In due time,’ you think. You grab another glass of wine and go to a corner.

As you count in your mind, you feel anxious. You squirm in your seat and fight the urge to leave now. 100.

An elf with long black hair is staring at you. She is wearing dark robes that remind you of Erestor’s. Her brown eyes stare at you, unnerving you. You don’t like her heated gaze or the fact she’s moving toward yours. 233.

“Hello my beauty,” she purrs when she nears you. “I hope you’re not bored at this social gathering?” 299.

“Of course not,” you answer. Your tone shows you don’t want to talk. Instead of taking the hint, she sits beside you and her arm casual brushes against your thigh. 341.

“Then why is such a ravishing elf like you sitting all alone?” she asks. “Do you chose to be alone, or were you just waiting for me to come and introduce myself?” 405.

You laugh in her face. “Excuse me?” Is this elf thought you were interested then she was sadly mistaken. “Why is it that every elf who hits on me is so egotistical?” 500.

She was offended. “So I’m just another egotistical elf?” she asks. 549.

“Yes, you are,” you snap. “I am courting an elf who is worth far more than you or any of the other flirtatious elves.” 622.

“Oh really? Then where is he?” she asks. 694.

“That is none of your concern.” Like you’re about to tell her what he’s planning for you. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” You get up and don’t say another word to her. 777.

You know it’s not close to two thousand, but you don’t care. You aren’t about to stay in the same room as that arrogant elf! You just going to march up there, kick out the twins, and have your way with your husband.

You pause in your steps. Your husband? Where did that come from? For some reason, the thought comforts you more than terrifies you.

With a new stride in your step, you walk through the hallway with your head held high. You are only a few feet from your room when you are pressed against the wall. You feel a mouth against yours. You gasp and moan when Erestor’s tongue plunges into your mouth. You bury your fingers into his hair and press against him.

Something wrong. Why does Erestor smell like flowers instead of musk? Why is he slightly shorter than you? Why is his hair thinner? And why don’t you feel his erection against you?

“Rose!” a voice screams. Erestor’s voice. You pull back. It’s that arrogant elf from the ballroom.

“Oh shit,” you whisper. You’re an idiot. A complete and total idiot. You didn’t take the whole “jealous of females” thing seriously when Elrond brought it up. You were more concerned with making sure not to look at any of the males in Lothlorien. Watching out for overfriendly males in Lothlorien, you decide, is like watching out for polar bears in Africa when you should have been watching out for the lionesses. You look at Erestor and want to die. He is crying. “Erestor-“

He doesn’t wait for you. He runs into his room and slams the door. You follow him and try to open the door, but he has locked it. You pound on the door until your hands are numb and your knuckles are bleeding.

You beg him to open it between your sobs. You beg him to just listen to you. “Go away!” he cries. He sounds like a wounded animal.

You crumple by the door as you cry. Your heart is ripped in two. Suddenly, you can’t breathe, you can’t think. You collapse to the ground and fall into darkness, curled up at his door.

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You are walking down a hallway. Everything including you is grey and gloomy. Silence fills your ears, interrupted by the sound of your steps. Your heart tightens and you try to breathe. You hate this place.

You try to find a way out, but it’s no use. No matter how far you walk, it stays the same. “Rose,” you hear someone call. You turn and see a light blue light at the end of the hallway.

“Which way should I go?” you wonder aloud. “Towards the gold or the blue light?”

“Rose!” the voice is more persistent. You follow the sound and see it’s leading you to the blue light.

You run. You run as fast as your legs will take you. Your breathing become ragged, but you swear the light is getting close. Your feet pound against the ground. You feel the blue light caress your face-