Possession

Possession

Chapter 4
Author: Frosty the Micro Machine
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Aragorn, Elrond, Faramir, Eowyn, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After Arwen's death, a visit to Gondor reveals something unexpected. Canon-oriented; takes place after Sauron's defeat.
Author's Notes: Translations are in parenthesis after the Elvish.

Har har har...just noticed that I named the girl Vaire in the first chapter and Valawen in all the rest. That's been fixed.

Thank you to Freya for reviewing. To all the rest of you - BURN IN HEEEEELLLLLLL! >:( Please review! :D

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Dusk was falling. Valawen took a sip of wine from her goblet and peered out the window into the moonless dark. She had been alone all afternoon, with nary a visitor nor a word from Elrond. It had not been all bad, though. The room Faramir had led her to was rich in decoration and lush in what it offered. Fresh fruits and breads had been left in silver bowls upon the table, and the drink was pleasant. She savoured the mulberry sweetness and inhaled deeply, enjoying what had been offered. The afternoon had been spent in royal luxury, bathing in a warm tub and clothing herself in materials fit for queens. Still, though, a thought tugged at her mind. Things were not well, no matter how appealing the exterior.

Removing her robe and drinking the last of her wine, Valawen decided to settle for the night. She was exhausted and, no matter how much she wanted to, could not stay up waiting for Elrond.

Sitting down upon the bed, she bent down to blow out the candles when she heard a movement at the door. A moment later, it creaked open and Elrond entered, smiling when he saw she was still awake. "Why are you not sleeping?"

Valawen stood, unsure if she should greet him warmly or allow him to come to her. This sort of loss was new to her. "I was about to. I've been waiting for you." She glanced at the table and motioned towards it, asking, "Have you eaten?"

He nodded, "I have. Earlier." Removing his cloak, he came up to her and embraced her gently. "I am glad you're awake."

Valawen smiled and returned the gesture, allowing herself to relax. "How are you?"

"Tired," he breathed, parting and sitting upon the bed and removing his boots.

She sat next to him. "What have you been doing all day?"

"Speaking with Aragorn, mostly, and I visited Arwen." His eyes turned distant as he looked up and frowned. "They surrounded her grave with roses. It is quite lovely."

Valawen bit back the concern she felt for him. "Did you make peace?"

He looked at her, suddenly alert. "No. I came here for answers and I have received none. I plan to speak with Aragorn again tomorrow."

Knitting her brow, she asked, "What answers are you looking for?"

"Why she died. It should not have happened."

"Aragorn knows not why she died?" Valawen frowned in confusion.

Elrond looked troubled. "No."

His face was weary. Sighing and touching his shoulder, she decided not to pursue the topic any further. "You should rest."

In a surprising change, a smile brightened his face. "I will. Soon. For now, though," he said, taking her hand and kissing her palm softly, "I would like to spend some time with my betrothed."

A faint smile of her own pulled at her lips. "Don't make the effort for me, Elrond. You must be exhausted."

He shook his head and clasped her hand in his. "Forgive me, Valawen. I know I have not been attentive to your needs. You must believe me, though, that I am very happy you are here, and I intend to take any comforts you offer."

Valawen blushed mildly, feeling more than relieved. "In that case, I offer everything."

His mouth met hers in a tender, gentle kiss. As she opened her lips, allowing his tongue to mesh with hers, a nearly inaudible groan escaped. She could feel every emotion pouring into the kiss that was quickly becoming hungry and eager.

"Glaer ad," she breathed, pushing him gently on the shoulders. He did not object, allowing himself to be lowered to the bed. With a grin, he pulled his feet up and settled as she straddled him.
(Lay back.)

Bending forward, her hair falling in her face, Valawen caught his mouth with hers and fervently explored it, darting her tongue along his. Elrond's hands found her thighs and squeezed, sending thrills through her abdomen.

Sitting up, catching her breath, she began to pull at the ties of his tunic. His dark eyes watched her every move as she bared his chest, then loosened the strings binding his pants.

"Man o le?" he asked, pulling suggestively at the skirt pillowed around her thighs.
(What about you?)

She grinned and parted the fabric of his tunic. "Vi anann," she answered, curving forward to press her lips to his chest. Elrond's eyes closed as she tasted his skin, trailing wet kisses down his abdomen.
(In time.)

Fingers entered the hem of his pants. With a slow tug, she pulled the fabric from his hips and on down his legs. Biting her lip, she sat up over top of him and, adjusting her skirts, lowered herself over his hardness.

Elrond hissed in a breath as she gently settled upon his lap. Valawen closed her eyes, taking time to get used to the feeling of him pressed so deeply inside her. Taking the opportunity, Elrond sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hard, hungry kiss.

A hand snaked its way in between their bodies as she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Soon the ties to her dress became loose and he jerked the material down her arms, baring her upper body. Lowering his mouth, he placed rough kisses on her supple flesh, sucking intensely on the soft flesh of her breast. Valawen arched back, allowing him better access, and moaned out softly as he cupped her breast and squeezed.

She rolled against his lap, causing him to fall back slightly and look up wide wide, hazy eyes. Grinning, Valawen pushed his shoulders back down to the bed and held him there as she moved over him in slow, deliberate thrusts.

Elrond's hands trailed down from her breasts to her hips where he held tight and jerked her forward. Valawen whimpered and pushed herself up, taking hold of his hands and peeling them from her body. "Nin tegi," she breathed, shoving his hands down to the bed above his head. She grinned down at him as she moved teasingly above him. "Garo thala."
(My lead. Hold steady.)

"Sui le iest," he responded breathlessly, flexing his fingers. He kissed her feverishly as she bent down to catch his mouth with hers.
(As you wish.)

With a great inhale, she forced herself back up and rocked forward. Fluttering her eyelashes closed, Valawen picked up speed and thrust in a rhythmic pace over his body as Elrond's hands once again reached up to cup her breasts. She bent back and moaned her pleasure, opening her eyes when he once again moved to grip her waist, pulling her faster over him.

"Elrond," she pouted, not bothering to remove his hands again. He merely smirked at her unhappy face and forced his body upwards, jerking her down and gaining a cry of surprise and bliss.

Caught up in the sensations, Valawen leaned forward and increased the speed of her thrusts. Bracing herself on the bed, allowing Elrond to manipulate their maneuvers, she soon felt herself losing control. "Teli an nin, meleth," he urged, petting her hip as he drove upwards.
(Come for me, love.)

She groaned as he jerked into her, losing herself to the feelings within. Elrond continued pulling her body against his, striving for his own release, even as she shuddered above him. With a heavy groan, he tightened his grip on her hips and pushed upward, spilling into her body.

Both fell to the bed with panting breaths. With half-lidded eyes, Valawen looked up and smiled. Pushing herself up, she laid down beside him and gazed up at the ceiling, catching her breath.

Elrond turned his head and knit his brow. "Valawen," he spoke, and she looked at him, "Le garo ist o nin meleth, forn?"
(You have knowledge of my love, right?)

She searched his eyes, noticing without doubt the concern written within them. "O rant," she answered softly. Smiling, she touched his face and added, "Melethon le."
(Of course. I love you.)

Relief washed over his face. "Post," he replied, brushing the hair from her face. Sitting up, he gently removed her clothing, then covered her with the bedsheet.
(Rest.)

Valawen sighed and rested close to him as he settled. She felt good now, better than she had before. With a tranquil breath, she closed her eyes and fell to sleep.

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TBC