The Teacher

Stepping up endaenda’s door, he tapped lightly but got no response. Slowly he opened the door and peaked in. He saw her, reclining in the tub, her arms draped along the edge of the tub, her head resting against the back of it, sleeping. Quietly, he walked in and sat down, watching her as she slept.

Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes and thought of how she had felt, pulled up close to him, on his horse that day. He had known the effect she would have on him before he put her in front of him, and he probably should have put her with someone else. Yet the thought of someone else holding her in their arms, for any reason, would have been far worse.

He wondered how it would feel to fall asleep with her wrapped in his arms. To wake her in the morning and make slow, passionate love to her. “I will probably never know,” he thought to himself. “She is so young and will think that I am too old for her.” She would want someone younger. Perhaps one of his sons. Elladan had shown some interest in her, even Glorfindel had that first night at Will’s. But he knew that Glorfindel was not serious in his attentions towards her, and perhaps, as his friend had said, she saw Elladan only as a good friend. Looking at her again, he sighed. He leaned over and put his hand in the water. It was beginning to cool down. He decided it was time to wake her up.

“Penda,” he said, touching her arm lightly.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “What a vision to wake up to,” she thought to herself then out loud said “Yes, md?” d?”

“It is time to wake up. We need to wash your hair and get it dried before you go to bed,” he told her as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Yes, milord,” she replied with a yawn.

Finding a bar of lavender scented soap he knelt down behind her. Rolling up his sleeves he dipped the soap into the water and then worke a g a good lather. He gently started to work it into her hair, massaging her scalp as he did.

“Mmmm,” Penda said at the sensation, “that feels nice.” Slowly he worked his hands down the back of her head, to her neck and shoulders. Feeling some stiffness there, probably caused by the way she had been sleeping, he began to massage there also.

“That feels good, milord, but I am afraid that if you keep it up, I may fall asleep again,” Penda said as his hands worked their way across her shoulders.

“While the thought of having a lovely lady fall asleep in my arms is appealing, I don’t believe I want it to happen here,” he said as he stood and reached for a bucket of water to rinse her hair; “your friend Millie is much too close. Now, close your eyes so that I can rinse your hair.”

Penda chuckled over the remark about Millie. He was right. Millie would know if anything happened. She closed her eyes as she felt the warm water splash down on her head.

“Keep them closed, there’s another one,” he said as he dumped a second bucket over her head.

“I think you’re trying to drown me,” she sputtered, wiping the water from her face.

“Now, let’s get you out of that water before it cools too much,” he said as he picked up a towel, holding it up in front of him. “I’ll hold this up for you while you climb out.”

Penda climbed from the tub, and, taking the offered towel from him, quickly wrapped it around herself. While she was busy tucking it in she looked up to see that he had closed his eyes. Slowly she reached her hand up towards his face, “Onft cft caress, on his cheek or perhao too touch his lips, that’s all I want,” she thought to herself, and then quickly she pulled her hand back. “Alright,” she said, “I am somewhat decent.”

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her; picking up a second towel, he wrapped it around her shoulders. “Now,” he said, “go sit by the fireplace and I will dry your hair and braid it.” She made herself comfortable on a small rug while he stoked up the fire. Then, taking her comb, he sat in the chair behind her and began to comb the tangles out. As it dried Elrond could not get over the feel of it, like silk, he thought to himself, as he ran his fingers through it; much to soon, for him, it was dry, then running the comb through it one more time, he began to braid it.

“You know, milord,” Penda said as he tied the end of the braid with a small piece of leather, “if you keep pampering me like this, I may not let you stop.”

Elrond reached around her and, using his fingertips, began to gently massage her temples. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quietly.

“No, milord, I don’t,” she replied. “The only one who has ever done anything like this to me was Uncle Will. We would take turns massaging each other’s back and shoulders.”

Continuing with the massage, Elrond said, “I won’t stop, then, but under one condition.”

“And what would that be, milord?” she asked as she put her head back, resting it against his knee’s.

Looking down at her he said, “That you stop calling me ‘milord’.”

“What should I call you then?”

“I would like it,” he replied, “if you called me by my name.”

“Alright, milord,” she replied, “I mean Elrond, I will do it. Perhaps, when my hands have healed completely, you will allow me to massage your shoulders and back. Maybe even walk on your back,” she said as she stood.

Elrond looked at her, puzzeled, “Walk on my back?” he asked.

“Why, yes. I used to do it for Uncle Will when I first came to live with him. He loved it.”

“Well, are you up to doing it now?” asked Elrond, “I am curious to see what he liked about it.”

“Alright,” Penda said, “I will need you to lie on the floor, on your stomach.”

“On my stomach? On the floor?” asked Elrond.

Penda nodded her head yes.

Pulling a large rug next to the bed, Elrond lay down as he was told, folding his arms, he rested his head on them.

Once Elrond was ready, Penda stepped up onto his back, using the bed for support in case she fell. Carefully she walked up and down his back. When she got to his lower back she heard a light ‘pop’ sound. Elrond moaned. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked.

”No,” Elrond replied, “that felt good. Please, continue.”

Penda turned and started again. Neither of them heard the door open.

When Glorfindel walked into the room, the last thing he expected to see was his friend, lying on the floor, with a female walking on him. “What’s going on here?” he asked, scaring Penda. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Elrond stood, and began to straighten his clothes. When Penda stood up, the towel she had wrapped around her, started to slip. Seeing this, Elrond stepped in front of her.

“She was walking on my back,” he replied.

“I saw that, milord, but why?” Glorfindel asked.

“Because it feels good,” Elrond said, turning to see if Penda had fixed her towel. “Why are you here?” he asked.

“I came to tell you that Emma and Rose have both left,” Glorfindel told him. “Iris is staying with your son’s. You’re welcome to come to bed if you would like, unless you have other plans,” he said as he took in Penda’s state of undress.

“We had that conversation earlier,” Elrond stated.

Turning to Penda he helped her fix the towel, “Lock the door behind me. Let no one in but one of us. I will wake you in the morning.” Then he turned and left the room, followed by Glorfindel.

Locking the door behind them, Penda leaned her head against it. She wished that Elrond had stayed. After saying a silent prayer for Will, she blew out the candles. Stepping up to the bed she pulled the towel off, dropping it to the floor, and crawled into bed. That night, she dreamed of being held in the arms of an Elf Lord.

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As he lay in bed that night, he thought of the events of the day. After Lord Elrond had taken HER upsta the the three human females had all decided that they would each spend some time with each of the elves, which was fine with him. He had seen the way HER body had fit against the Elf Lord’s body while riding in front of him earlier that day, and he had become hard. So hard in fact that it hurt. He had taken each of the girls in the same manner, from behind, them on their hands and knees, kneading their breast roughly as he rode them. He preferred it this way, it left him in control. The two younger ones had both felt tight when he had been sheathed inside them. One of them even said it was painful, but he didn’t care. He imagined it was HER that he was pounding into. And, when the older one had insisted on pleasuring him a second time, with her mouth, he imagined it was HER in front of him, on her knees, taking his member into her mouth. He drifted off into a fitful sleep. Thinking of her and how he would take her, on her hands and knees, and what he would do with her.