Firiel

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I own nothing but the Original Characters and their adventures. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, New Line Cinema/Peter Jackson, et. al. This was done purely for entertainment. I reap no monetary benefits from this and have nothing worth suing me for. Thanks to NeumeIndil for being my beta.

Firiel trembled in fear. This person had disarmed her too easily. He moved with the lightning speed of a warrior and now she had perhaps angered him even further by vomiting all over him.
"You are in Rivendell," he answered in Westron. "I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell." As Elrond spoke he reached toward her shoulder, thinking to comfort her. The sudden movement of his arm caused her to flinch in fear and he realized that she had expected him to strike her. What must this poor child have experienced that she expects violence from one of her own kind, he thought. Elrond spoke to her again in a soft clear tone of voice that one might use with a frightened child or a spooked animal.
"You do not need to fear little one, I mean you no harm. You were attacked by orcs. A small scouting party found you and rescued you. You were in need of healing so, you were brought here to me. I am well-known as a healer. Now, perhaps you will tell me your name?"
The man did not look or sound evil, but looks could be deceiving. Firiel was not quite ready to blindly trust anyone. She remembered clearly how she had been attacked and what the orcs were about to do to her before she lost consciousness. She shuddered in revulsion at the thought, wondering if they had accomplished their purpose before she was rescued, and shook her head trying to fight off her returning nausea at such terrible thoughts. Elrond misinterpreted the action and asked, "Is there some reason why you fear to tell me?"
"It's Firiel, my name is Firiel," she replied.
"Well, Firiel,"said Elrond, "You may remain in my house if you wish, but there will be several conditions."
Here it comes, thought Firiel. This is where he is going to say I must pay for his so-called kindness with servitude or worse. The thought of working did not bother her. It was the worse things he might ask that troubled her. There was no way she would willingly give such favors to anyone. Firiel asked in a voice full of suspicion, "What sort of conditions?"
"The first is that you will not raise a weapon against myself or any of my people again. Secondly, you will not venture into other parts of the house without permission, and you will not throw food at anyone."
Firiel remembered the incident with the female who had brought her the tray and stared at the food still covering Lord Elrond's robes. She began to feel badly about how she had acted, but she still wanted to make certain that there were no hiden conditions before she began apologizing and she did not want to give him a chance to ask for anything she would under no circumstances give. "If those are the only conditions I will agree to them."
Elrond wondered what she was so obviously afraid he would ask of her, but he kept those thoughts to himself and added, "Those are the only conditions for now. I may decide on more later, but if at any time you feel you cannot keep the conditions of our agreement, my warriors will escort you to the borders of our land and you will be free to go, as you came, unharmed by us."
Firiel had to admit that this seemed fair and replied, "We have a bargain then, and I am sorry I ruined your robes. I did not mean to throw up on them."
Elrond laughed. "My dear I have been a healer for many long years and you are not the first person to lose their food on my robes. Indeed, I seriously doubt you will be the last either. Besides, I really hate that particular robe; it scratches at the neck, " he confided. His laughter was infectious and Firiel joined him, in spite of trying not to.
Having gained enough of her confidence to have made her laugh, Elrond decided to plunge ahead with one last request."If you will excuse me Little One, I need to change out of this robe. I will have someone bring you some more food, as it seems your lunch is now on me." He grinned as she smiled at this and added, " And perhaps by the time I return to look at your injuries your room will be in better order?"
Firiel looked at the mess she had made and blushed. These people had only tried to help her and in her fear she had made a shambles of the room, dumped food on the serving girl and thrown up on the Lord of the house. If their positions had been reversed , Firiel would probably not have been as generous as Lord Elrond.
"Yes my Lord," she responded, red faced. "I will clean this mess up at once."
"Take your time child, I would not want you to strain yourself. You took quite a bump to the head," he replied. Firiel wondered again what exactly had happened after the orcs knocked her out, but she could not bring herself to ask if they had finished what they had started. So she simply nodded and said, "Very well my Lord."
Elrond left, closing the door behind himself. Thankfully he did not bump into anyone on his way to his bedroom, where he removed his robe and washed his hands before looking in his closet for clean garments. He placed the new robe on his bed and put on his bathing robe, then found some scented soap and shampoo and took the back passage from his rooms to the heated bathing pool. After the trials of this day he was looking forward to a few minutes of peace a quiet in the bath before returning to the never ending duties of running Imladris.
When he entered the bathing room, steam from the heated pool rose to greet him in curling tendrils of welcome. He shed his satin bathrobe, hanging it on a hook by the wall, and set his soap and shampoo at the edge of the pool where he could reach it. He then sat at the edge of the pool and dipped his feet and legs in first. The warmth of the water was soothing and welcoming to his stressed nerves and he could feel the muscles in his calves losing their stiffness one by one. Elrond inhaled and sighed deeply as he slipped the rest of his well muscled form into the water. This was one of the small pleasures which made being Lord of Imladris a more pleasant job. Elrond sat in the shallow end of the pool, his head reclining against the edge, and let his eyes drift closed in pleasure for a few moments. Then he sank below the water, wetting his hair completely. When he surfaced he undid his braids and after taking the stopper from the alabaster shampoo bottle he poured a little into his hand.
When his hair was completely lathered he took the soap, stood so that the water came just to his knees and lathered his body. He massaged the slick suds into his sore muscles, running his hands over his chest and abdomen as if they were the hands of a lover. Next he lathered first one and then the other of his legs and lastly his hands wandered over that most sensitive part of himself. It seemed like ages since Celebrian had been in Imladris and he missed her touch. As he gently touched himself, his hands slick with soap, he remembered the first time his wife had touched him. The combination of the warmth of the water and the direction his thoughts had carried him made him stiffen with need. It had been far too long since he had an elleth in his arms.
Standing in her room the night of their marriage, wrapped in her arms, her lips no more than a breath away from his, Elrond had not been able to think clearly. Not that he had cared. He only knew he needed and wanted her carresses. Not in some distant future that might never come, but then and there. He had warned her of this and dazed with lust or not she had understood his warning. Once they began this journey there would be no turning back. Once this was done they would travel through the ages together bound as one to the end of time.
"Elrond," she murmured, pulling his head down until their lips met. He groaned, his grasp tightening as his tongue teased her lips apart and penetrated her mouth. Her taste, sweet and exciting, overpowered his senses. He clung to her, aware of nothing but Celebrian. A sweet aching throbbed through him, settling in his loins. He trailed kisses along her throat to where the edge of her gown covered her breasts. Easing her away, he undid the fastenings until the gown opened. While he was intent on undoing her gown, she allowed it to slide from her shoulders to the floor. Moments later her breasts were bare.
Celebrian gasped with pleasure as his mouth closed over her nipple, tiny currents of passion shooting inside her, making her tingle under his touch.
"You're so lovely," Elrond said hoarsely, lifting her into his arms. "More beautiful than any other elleth." He carried her across the room, eased her onto the bed, and slid the gown completely off to gaze down at her, making her feel every bit as beautiful as he said she was. He had then undressed so quickly, it was as if a mighty wind had stripped him of his clothes, flinging them everywhere. Celebrian had eyed him with breathless curiosity, uncertain exactly what would happen, but obviously eager for it to begin.
"You are beautiful too," she had murmered. He had laughed.
"Ellon are not beautiful."
"But you are," she insisted as he lay down beside her. She rose on one elbow and slid her hand along the smooth skin of his shoulder and down the silken flesh of his chest, savoring the texture. "Otherwise why would I enjoy touching you so much?"
"I was not sure you enjoyed it," Elrond replied, his voice a mere rasp.
"Do you like my touching you?"
"So much, I hope you will never stop."
Delighted to discover he enjoyed her caresses, Celebrian let her fingers drift along his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. Her hand slipped lower until she finaly grew bold enough to run a tentative finger over his cock.
"You don't know what that does to me," he groaned.
"What?"
"I'll show you." His hand slid along the curve of her hip, across and down between her thighs and brushed across the lips of her entrance.
"Oh!" she gasped as he gently carressed her, sending thrills of joy along every nerve until she thought she would die of pure pleasure. His mouth covered hers in a long, deep kiss, taking them both beyond thought. They clung to each other, arching and responding with every inch of their bodies to the urgent demands each was making upon the other, fanning a wild flame of desire within them both. When at last Elrond eased her legs apart and rose above her, Celebrian gazed at him from half -open eyes, quivering with eagerness, awaiting whatever was to come with fevered aticipation.
There was a moment when he entered her and she had gasped in what he thought was pain; that time froze and he had almost stopped for fear he had hurt her, but her eyes flew open and she begged him," Please, don't stop now when I need you so much!"
Then they were one and the wonder and pleasure was more than he could have ever dreamed. Together they moved in an ancient rhythm which neither of them needed to be taught. Elrond's senses reached out and plunged deeply into Celebrian's while at the same time her thoughts enveloped him. They were one and each other and themselves all at once. He could feel what she was feeling and knew on a level too deep for anything but their bond what she felt for him. Their union was earth shattering, mind blowing, stealing all coherent thought and filling him with a certainty that no matter what happened from hence forth , neither of them would ever be alone again.
When Elrond could think again, Celebrian was lying beside him on the bed, his arms around her. He wanted to just keep drifting in the warmth and closeness between them. Speech and movement seemed too dificult for him. Then she gazed lovingly into his eyes and sighed happily, nestling against him. He began to drift happily toward rest when he heard someone aproaching the bathing rooms, startling him out of his reverie. It simply would not do for someone to catch him at this secret indulgence, so he dipped under the warm water to rinse himself off. He sighed loudly, as he rose from the water, dried off and replaced his robe, returning to the burden of running Imladris alone once more.