The Music in My Heart
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Adult ++
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Chapter 36 A Small Snake
Title: The Music in My Heart, Chapter 36
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating: R
Warning: AU (Story set 770 years after ROTK); Slash and het.
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive: AFF.net; Fanfiction.net
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this fic. Thanks also to Lady Victoria for her comments and support.
Disclaimer: Any of the residents of Middle-earth and Aman that you recognize belong to Prof. Tolkien’s estate. The same is true about Middle-earth and Aman. I’m only visiting and admiring the “views”.
Summary: Sauron may be gone, but his legacy of evil still lingers. As Middle-earth faces the threat of another dark lord, a party of elves departs Aman on a mission for the Valar, a mission of mercy long delayed.
Chapter 36 --- A Small Snake
“Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite.
And furthermore always carry a small snake.”
W. C. Fields
*****
In the midst of the demands of running the valley kingdom, Elrond and Seere became quite adept at finding ways to spend time alone together, without an audience. The work on the history puzzle resumed, as new information had been provided by the various delegations attending the Council. This assured them of several hours a day with few interruptions.
The first few mornings after their day in the glade had been awkward, as they struggled to concentrate on their work and not each other. The periodic visits by Erestor or Celeborn had proven to be a great inducement to keeping work time for work. Spending the time together working on a project both were committed to completing, and one which they both found compelling, reinforced their innate compatibility.
Their weekly trips into the woods and glades of Imladris, gathering the needed herbs and plants, had become treasured time for both. Away from the watchful eyes of the Last Homely House, they enjoyed their free ranging conversations, held hands, and exchanged small expressions of affection without fear of being seen. As the store of vital plants grew, so did their relationship.
Their days usually ended with the pair spending a few minutes together on the balcony of Seere’s chambers. Concerned with the need maintain propriety, Elrond kept a tight rein on his desires… desires that increasingly demanded he carry her to his bed when the time came to say goodnight. Their goodnight kiss had become the source of both pleasure and torment. Both were rapidly reaching the point where a kiss was simply not enough. Heightened sexual frustration was becoming a regular feature of Elrond’s nights.
*****
“Elrond?”
“Elrond? Please… I… ah! Yes… wait… stop.”
Elrond raised his head from the curve of Seere’s neck and gave a frustrated sigh. He looked down into the flushed face and glazed eyes of the elleth in his arms. His left hand was happily engaged in stroking her right breast, the nipple hard between his thumb and middle finger. His right hand had drifted down to caress her hip and urged her closer to his now throbbing erection. Knowing the situation was rapidly getting out of control, he forced his hands back to her waist and relaxed his embrace.
Leaning his head against the top of hers, he struggled for control. /I cannot take much more of this. I want her in my bed! Now! Tonight! It has been too long since the last time I shared my bed… a few kisses and tentative caresses are not enough!/
/We are not yet officially courting, much less betrothed. I cannot take her to my bed until we have a formal commitment. If she were not a virgin…/
Elrond stepped away from Seere and let his arms fall back to his side. “It appears I have overstayed my welcome and should return to my chambers. I will see you in the morning.”
He heard the clipped tone to his voice and saw the hurt look that came to Seere’s eyes. /I know I should say something to make her feel better, but frustration guides my tongue more than fairness. But this is not fair to me either. First my wife denies me her company and now this… elfling! It is folly for an elf of my years to be involved with someone that cannot meet me as an equal. She is little more than a child. Maybe this is a mistake and the Valar are trying to show me the folly of this match./
Without another word, he turned and moved back to the divide between their balconies. Climbing over, he glanced back in her direction. A single tear tracked down her cheek as she turned and disappeared into her chambers, her arms wrapped around her chest in a defensive manner.
/See! She acts as a child, crying because I have not patted her head and pretended I am not in discomfort over this ridiculous situation!/
Storming into his rooms, he went to the table bearing the decanter of miruvor. Finishing the first glass in a single shot, he poured a second, then a third. By his fourth drink, he decided a walk in the garden might clear his head and help him relieve some of his frustration. Within a few minutes, he was standing in the upper garden staring at Seere’s balcony.
*****
“Could you not sleep my lord?” a sultry voice purred from close behind him.
Spinning on his heels, he found himself facing the servant Lomelinde. Irritated by her overtly flirtatious manner, he sneered, “I would think the answer obvious by my presence here in the garden. What is you want Lomelinde? Or should I simply ask what you are offering?”
“I was offering nothing, but a polite inquiry, my lord. You will excuse me,” came the angry reply.
As she turned to leave, he reached out to catch her arm. “I apologize for my rude behavior. It has been a… frustrating day.”
Letting go of her arm, he stepped away and turned his gaze to the river, thus missing the calculating look that crossed the elleth’s face. /So, our lord is frustrated! From the direction he was looking, tis not difficult to guess what has him frustrated… or I should say who. Tired of waiting for a mature elleth to emerge from the pampered pen vuil? Humm, how to use this to my advantage… and maybe her spite?/ (dear one)
*****
Elrond stood for a moment lost in thought not noticing her continued presence. The four glasses of the potent miruvor were beginning to affect him and the soft touch of her hand on his arm charged his already inflamed senses. The touch turned to a teasing caress as she let her hand slide up his arm to his shoulder.
“You seem very tense, my lord,” she whispered. “Your shoulders are in knots. Perhaps I can help relieve your stress, if you will allow me.”
The first hand was joined by her second as she began to massage the tight muscles bunched along his shoulder and neck. /I need to stop this… but it feels so good to be touched like this. Touched by an elleth whose reputation I do not have to guard… or worry about her Adar’s reactions… or concern myself that she is an innocent. This one is obviously not innocent!/
A few more minutes passed with nothing said between the two. Her movements had gradually grown bolder as he had not rejected her overture. Stepping close to his back, she let one hand slide down and under his arm so that she could begin to caress his chest. The other continued the massage that had become more sensual than therapeutic.
His mind, clouded by lust and the miruvor, began to contemplate the offer before him. /Or rather behind me. She is offering and I need what she is offering. It would only be the one time. Seere never need know./
Turning blindly, he swept the willing elleth against him and lowered his mouth for an urgent, almost brutal kiss. Feeling her arms twine around him, he groaned and let the kiss take him. Lost in the sensation of the moment, he began to walk her backwards into the cover of the woods, never lifting his mouth from its possession of hers. Just before moving completely into the cover of the trees, he lifted his head and studied her flushed face. Pleased by the obvious effect he was having, he began to lower his lips to resume the kiss when her eyes opened.
Underneath the apparent passion in her gaze, a hard edge gleamed brightly. Caught off guard, his mind automatically replaced the face of Lomelinde with another. The eyes in that face were soft and full of genuine desire. A desire she felt for him and not for his position, his power. Those eyes blazed with a golden light whenever she looked upon him. He saw love in those eyes, a love he was now betraying.
Startled, he pulled himself quickly from her arms and turned his back on her. “Leave me now. I apologize for any inappropriate liberties I have taken.”
A caressing hand slipped around his waist and began to drift down his abdomen. “I was not complaining, my lord. I find your attentions quite welcome.”
Grabbing her hand in his, he pulled it away from his body. “I believe I made myself clear. Leave and I suggest you make no further offers of your company, am I clear? Again I apologize for the liberties taken. They… this was a mistake, one we will not repeat.”
Hearing her snarl in rage at his dismissal, he waited until he was sure she had left before turning back toward the house. Slowly, he began to walk up the path to the stairs to his room. His guilt kept him from lifting his eyes to look at Seere’s rooms.
/Why did I allow that to happen? I betrayed her and made a pathetic display of myself. Tis not Seere that needs to grow up and act the part of a mature elf, but me. I could very easily have thrown the best chance at happiness in all my life away for a quick fuck!/ he thought, wincing at the crude term. /All for a quick encounter with a cold, manipulative elleth I dislike intensely. I knew what I was not getting involved in a casual relationship when I asked Seere to accept me as her suitor. Tis time I spoke to Erestor and we made our relationship official./
Resolved to have this discussion with Seere in the morning, Elrond felt himself relax as he retired to his room.
*****
Surprised and disappointed that Seere had not been present at breakfast, Elrond made his way toward the library hoping she would be there ready to work on the history puzzle. /I must talk to her and apologize for my behavior last night. I will tell her of my desire to speak to Erestor. At least, we will be officially courting with a betrothal possible by early next year./
Opening the door to the library, he was pleased to see Seere bent over the parchment of their latest timeline. “Quel amrun, pen vuil. I missed you at breakfast.” (Good morning, dear one.)
Moving around the table with the intention of savoring a morning kiss, he was surprised when she moved away as he approached. “My lord. I have been working for some time and have made several additional notations on the timeline from the reports we received from Gondor for the time period of four hundred years ago. I noted them beside the items that I added earlier from one of our journals.”
Without looking at him, she pushed the parchment in his direction and walked over to retrieve a stack of reports from the top of a nearby table. “These are the reports I have finished thus far today. I will leave them with you if you would like to verify my work.”
Gathering up her materials, she walked to the door. “If you will excuse me, my lord, I am needed in the medicinals garden to oversee the harvesting.”
“Seere? What is the matter with you this morning? You are not still mad about last night are you? I do offer an apology for my rude behavior,” he offered, stunned by her remote behavior.
“I know not to what you refer, my lord. As I said, I am needed in the medinc….”
“Enough! What is troubling you?” Elrond demanded.
“I know not to what you refer, my lord. I…” she began.
“My lord? You call me ‘my lord’ as if there were nothing between us. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings with my childish behavior last night, but…” He stopped midway through what he planned to say, frozen by the look of betrayal and hurt that clearly showed in her eyes during the one brief moment she met his gaze. /What is going on here?/
“If you will excuse me…” she looked away, angry tears swimming in her eyes.
“No, I will not excuse you! Tell me what is wrong, melme. You are obviously upset. I deeply regret hurting you last night with my churlish behavior.” He slowly moved toward her, intent upon taking her in his arms and soothing her obvious hurt. (love)
Before he could reach her, she wrenched open the door and left hurriedly repeating her claim of being needed elsewhere.
/What was that about? It is not like her to be so emotional or to refuse an apology./
*****
Seere did not attend either the midday or evening meal that day. A party of wounded humans had arrived just before lunch and she had gone to the Healing House to help. Several of the wounded needed to be supervised and she had volunteered to take the evening watch while she worked in the apothecary, restocking key items.
It was now late evening and Elrond was sitting on his balcony waiting for Seere to return and join him. As the evening advanced, he began to grow concerned that she had not yet appeared. /I hope there has not been some emergency in the Healing House that delays her. Perhaps I should to check and be sure all is well./
Leaving his rooms, he did not notice the elleth standing in the shadows cast by a large linen cabinet at the opposite end of the corridor.
*****
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating: R
Warning: AU (Story set 770 years after ROTK); Slash and het.
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive: AFF.net; Fanfiction.net
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this fic. Thanks also to Lady Victoria for her comments and support.
Disclaimer: Any of the residents of Middle-earth and Aman that you recognize belong to Prof. Tolkien’s estate. The same is true about Middle-earth and Aman. I’m only visiting and admiring the “views”.
Summary: Sauron may be gone, but his legacy of evil still lingers. As Middle-earth faces the threat of another dark lord, a party of elves departs Aman on a mission for the Valar, a mission of mercy long delayed.
Chapter 36 --- A Small Snake
“Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite.
And furthermore always carry a small snake.”
W. C. Fields
*****
In the midst of the demands of running the valley kingdom, Elrond and Seere became quite adept at finding ways to spend time alone together, without an audience. The work on the history puzzle resumed, as new information had been provided by the various delegations attending the Council. This assured them of several hours a day with few interruptions.
The first few mornings after their day in the glade had been awkward, as they struggled to concentrate on their work and not each other. The periodic visits by Erestor or Celeborn had proven to be a great inducement to keeping work time for work. Spending the time together working on a project both were committed to completing, and one which they both found compelling, reinforced their innate compatibility.
Their weekly trips into the woods and glades of Imladris, gathering the needed herbs and plants, had become treasured time for both. Away from the watchful eyes of the Last Homely House, they enjoyed their free ranging conversations, held hands, and exchanged small expressions of affection without fear of being seen. As the store of vital plants grew, so did their relationship.
Their days usually ended with the pair spending a few minutes together on the balcony of Seere’s chambers. Concerned with the need maintain propriety, Elrond kept a tight rein on his desires… desires that increasingly demanded he carry her to his bed when the time came to say goodnight. Their goodnight kiss had become the source of both pleasure and torment. Both were rapidly reaching the point where a kiss was simply not enough. Heightened sexual frustration was becoming a regular feature of Elrond’s nights.
*****
“Elrond?”
“Elrond? Please… I… ah! Yes… wait… stop.”
Elrond raised his head from the curve of Seere’s neck and gave a frustrated sigh. He looked down into the flushed face and glazed eyes of the elleth in his arms. His left hand was happily engaged in stroking her right breast, the nipple hard between his thumb and middle finger. His right hand had drifted down to caress her hip and urged her closer to his now throbbing erection. Knowing the situation was rapidly getting out of control, he forced his hands back to her waist and relaxed his embrace.
Leaning his head against the top of hers, he struggled for control. /I cannot take much more of this. I want her in my bed! Now! Tonight! It has been too long since the last time I shared my bed… a few kisses and tentative caresses are not enough!/
/We are not yet officially courting, much less betrothed. I cannot take her to my bed until we have a formal commitment. If she were not a virgin…/
Elrond stepped away from Seere and let his arms fall back to his side. “It appears I have overstayed my welcome and should return to my chambers. I will see you in the morning.”
He heard the clipped tone to his voice and saw the hurt look that came to Seere’s eyes. /I know I should say something to make her feel better, but frustration guides my tongue more than fairness. But this is not fair to me either. First my wife denies me her company and now this… elfling! It is folly for an elf of my years to be involved with someone that cannot meet me as an equal. She is little more than a child. Maybe this is a mistake and the Valar are trying to show me the folly of this match./
Without another word, he turned and moved back to the divide between their balconies. Climbing over, he glanced back in her direction. A single tear tracked down her cheek as she turned and disappeared into her chambers, her arms wrapped around her chest in a defensive manner.
/See! She acts as a child, crying because I have not patted her head and pretended I am not in discomfort over this ridiculous situation!/
Storming into his rooms, he went to the table bearing the decanter of miruvor. Finishing the first glass in a single shot, he poured a second, then a third. By his fourth drink, he decided a walk in the garden might clear his head and help him relieve some of his frustration. Within a few minutes, he was standing in the upper garden staring at Seere’s balcony.
*****
“Could you not sleep my lord?” a sultry voice purred from close behind him.
Spinning on his heels, he found himself facing the servant Lomelinde. Irritated by her overtly flirtatious manner, he sneered, “I would think the answer obvious by my presence here in the garden. What is you want Lomelinde? Or should I simply ask what you are offering?”
“I was offering nothing, but a polite inquiry, my lord. You will excuse me,” came the angry reply.
As she turned to leave, he reached out to catch her arm. “I apologize for my rude behavior. It has been a… frustrating day.”
Letting go of her arm, he stepped away and turned his gaze to the river, thus missing the calculating look that crossed the elleth’s face. /So, our lord is frustrated! From the direction he was looking, tis not difficult to guess what has him frustrated… or I should say who. Tired of waiting for a mature elleth to emerge from the pampered pen vuil? Humm, how to use this to my advantage… and maybe her spite?/ (dear one)
*****
Elrond stood for a moment lost in thought not noticing her continued presence. The four glasses of the potent miruvor were beginning to affect him and the soft touch of her hand on his arm charged his already inflamed senses. The touch turned to a teasing caress as she let her hand slide up his arm to his shoulder.
“You seem very tense, my lord,” she whispered. “Your shoulders are in knots. Perhaps I can help relieve your stress, if you will allow me.”
The first hand was joined by her second as she began to massage the tight muscles bunched along his shoulder and neck. /I need to stop this… but it feels so good to be touched like this. Touched by an elleth whose reputation I do not have to guard… or worry about her Adar’s reactions… or concern myself that she is an innocent. This one is obviously not innocent!/
A few more minutes passed with nothing said between the two. Her movements had gradually grown bolder as he had not rejected her overture. Stepping close to his back, she let one hand slide down and under his arm so that she could begin to caress his chest. The other continued the massage that had become more sensual than therapeutic.
His mind, clouded by lust and the miruvor, began to contemplate the offer before him. /Or rather behind me. She is offering and I need what she is offering. It would only be the one time. Seere never need know./
Turning blindly, he swept the willing elleth against him and lowered his mouth for an urgent, almost brutal kiss. Feeling her arms twine around him, he groaned and let the kiss take him. Lost in the sensation of the moment, he began to walk her backwards into the cover of the woods, never lifting his mouth from its possession of hers. Just before moving completely into the cover of the trees, he lifted his head and studied her flushed face. Pleased by the obvious effect he was having, he began to lower his lips to resume the kiss when her eyes opened.
Underneath the apparent passion in her gaze, a hard edge gleamed brightly. Caught off guard, his mind automatically replaced the face of Lomelinde with another. The eyes in that face were soft and full of genuine desire. A desire she felt for him and not for his position, his power. Those eyes blazed with a golden light whenever she looked upon him. He saw love in those eyes, a love he was now betraying.
Startled, he pulled himself quickly from her arms and turned his back on her. “Leave me now. I apologize for any inappropriate liberties I have taken.”
A caressing hand slipped around his waist and began to drift down his abdomen. “I was not complaining, my lord. I find your attentions quite welcome.”
Grabbing her hand in his, he pulled it away from his body. “I believe I made myself clear. Leave and I suggest you make no further offers of your company, am I clear? Again I apologize for the liberties taken. They… this was a mistake, one we will not repeat.”
Hearing her snarl in rage at his dismissal, he waited until he was sure she had left before turning back toward the house. Slowly, he began to walk up the path to the stairs to his room. His guilt kept him from lifting his eyes to look at Seere’s rooms.
/Why did I allow that to happen? I betrayed her and made a pathetic display of myself. Tis not Seere that needs to grow up and act the part of a mature elf, but me. I could very easily have thrown the best chance at happiness in all my life away for a quick fuck!/ he thought, wincing at the crude term. /All for a quick encounter with a cold, manipulative elleth I dislike intensely. I knew what I was not getting involved in a casual relationship when I asked Seere to accept me as her suitor. Tis time I spoke to Erestor and we made our relationship official./
Resolved to have this discussion with Seere in the morning, Elrond felt himself relax as he retired to his room.
*****
Surprised and disappointed that Seere had not been present at breakfast, Elrond made his way toward the library hoping she would be there ready to work on the history puzzle. /I must talk to her and apologize for my behavior last night. I will tell her of my desire to speak to Erestor. At least, we will be officially courting with a betrothal possible by early next year./
Opening the door to the library, he was pleased to see Seere bent over the parchment of their latest timeline. “Quel amrun, pen vuil. I missed you at breakfast.” (Good morning, dear one.)
Moving around the table with the intention of savoring a morning kiss, he was surprised when she moved away as he approached. “My lord. I have been working for some time and have made several additional notations on the timeline from the reports we received from Gondor for the time period of four hundred years ago. I noted them beside the items that I added earlier from one of our journals.”
Without looking at him, she pushed the parchment in his direction and walked over to retrieve a stack of reports from the top of a nearby table. “These are the reports I have finished thus far today. I will leave them with you if you would like to verify my work.”
Gathering up her materials, she walked to the door. “If you will excuse me, my lord, I am needed in the medicinals garden to oversee the harvesting.”
“Seere? What is the matter with you this morning? You are not still mad about last night are you? I do offer an apology for my rude behavior,” he offered, stunned by her remote behavior.
“I know not to what you refer, my lord. As I said, I am needed in the medinc….”
“Enough! What is troubling you?” Elrond demanded.
“I know not to what you refer, my lord. I…” she began.
“My lord? You call me ‘my lord’ as if there were nothing between us. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings with my childish behavior last night, but…” He stopped midway through what he planned to say, frozen by the look of betrayal and hurt that clearly showed in her eyes during the one brief moment she met his gaze. /What is going on here?/
“If you will excuse me…” she looked away, angry tears swimming in her eyes.
“No, I will not excuse you! Tell me what is wrong, melme. You are obviously upset. I deeply regret hurting you last night with my churlish behavior.” He slowly moved toward her, intent upon taking her in his arms and soothing her obvious hurt. (love)
Before he could reach her, she wrenched open the door and left hurriedly repeating her claim of being needed elsewhere.
/What was that about? It is not like her to be so emotional or to refuse an apology./
*****
Seere did not attend either the midday or evening meal that day. A party of wounded humans had arrived just before lunch and she had gone to the Healing House to help. Several of the wounded needed to be supervised and she had volunteered to take the evening watch while she worked in the apothecary, restocking key items.
It was now late evening and Elrond was sitting on his balcony waiting for Seere to return and join him. As the evening advanced, he began to grow concerned that she had not yet appeared. /I hope there has not been some emergency in the Healing House that delays her. Perhaps I should to check and be sure all is well./
Leaving his rooms, he did not notice the elleth standing in the shadows cast by a large linen cabinet at the opposite end of the corridor.
*****