The Teacher

Chap 45B

Several days passed before they returned to the mirror. During that
time, Elrond had spoken with Celeborn, or rather; Celeborn had wanted
answers from Elrond regarding his "new love." Galadriel had finally
stepped in; telling Celeborn that he could not change what was to
come. That if this was the will of the Valar, then it would happen.

Once again Elrond watched as Galadriel poured the water into the
bowl; watched as a mist formed. Once the mist had floated away he
peered into the mirror. He saw a ship as it sailed west. He saw those
that he knew, those that he loved, moving about on its deck. In the
distance he could see land, and he knew the ship was approaching
Valinor. The image then faded, only to be replaced by another, one
more distressing. It showed Penda, sitting on a bed, Erestor holding
her in his arms as she wept softly. He watched as she stood, her
shoulders heaving with one last sob, and then quickly wiped the tears
from her eyes. It almost tore his heart in two. Then the mirror went
blank. Looking at him, Galadriel spoke.

"The mirror has shown you what may yet come to pass. You must both
decide what path to take." Then, with a nod of her head she turned
and walked away, leaving him standing there, more confused then ever.

That had been over a month ago, and still he did not know what he
would do. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he watched as Penda
prepared to pull herself up onto a large flat rock.

"You know," he said as he stepped forward, making his way to the
rock, "you really should be certain no one else is about, before you
embarrass yourself again."

When she first heard him speak, Penda shrieked, dropping back into
the water. Once she realized who it was though, she quickly made her
way back to the shoreline where her clothes were, and, after stepping
out and wrapping the large drying cloth around herself, walked over
to meet him.

"I have missed you," she said as she stepped in front of him.

"I have missed you as well, sweetling," he replied.

With just a hint of a smile, she stepped up closer. Reaching up, she
put her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their lips met.
Timidly at first, she kissed him, her lips pressed to his. Opening
her mouth, she ran the tip of her tongue across his lips, causing him
to moan. Opening his mouth as well, Elrond trapped her tongue between
his teeth and sucked, causing her to gasp and open her mouth more. As
she did, he plunged his tongue into her mouth; plundering it,
savoring her sweet taste. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he
pulled her closer, deepening their kiss.

"Penda," he said softly after a few moments, as he broke the
kiss, "we must talk."

"We did, milord," she replied, resting her wet head against his chest.

"I do not recall…"

"I said that I missed you," she replied, looking up at him, "and you
said you missed me as well; we talked."

Elrond chuckled. "That is not what I meant, and well you know it.
Now," he continued as he leaned back and looked down at her, "go get
your clothes on. We will sit down and talk more." Then, with a quick
smack to her backside, he turned her around, and gave her a nudge
forward.

"You will pay for that, milord," she exclaimed as she ran ahead of
him. Going behind some rocks, she quickly slipped back into her
clothes. Taking her pack and drying cloth, she was just returning to
his side when the heard a commotion coming from where the horses
grazed.

Penda followed Elrond as he ran back through the trees. Not realizing
he had come to a stop, she ran into him, knocking him to the ground,
her landing on him.

"Oh my," she exclaimed as she sat up, looking in the same direction
as Elrond. They watched as Celahir moved behind the mare. Rearing up
on his back legs, he mounted her.

"He'll hurt her," Penda dried out as she stood to intervene.

"No!" Elrond shouted, stopping her, "leave them alone. You are the
one who could get hurt if you try to stop him. Besides, the act is
almost complete."

Turning to face the horses again, she watched as the large black
stallion came back down on all four feet. Moving forward, he began to
nuzzle the mare, nickering softly.


Standing, Elrond went to the mare, talking to her in a soft, soothing
voice.

"Why is she trembling?" Penda asked from where she stood behind him.

"This was her first time," Elrond replied, "sometimes, not always, if
a stallion is too eager or rough, a first breeding can frighten the
mare. But she seems to be calming down now. Celahir knew what he was
doing."

They continued talking quietly for several more minutes, stroking the
horse's necks as they did.

"We should head home," Penda said finally, breaking the silence.

Looking up into the sky Elrond noticed dark clouds forming. "We will
not make it before the rain comes," he said, as he turned to
her. "Stay here with the horses; I will get your things."

Penda watched as he walked back into the woods. A few minutes later
he reappeared, carrying two bridles and Celahir's saddle, picking up
her pack as he passed it.

"There is a small cabin, ten minutes ride from her. If we hurry, we
will make it there before the storm hits."

Moving quickly, they had Celahir saddled and bridled and the mare
bridled and ready to go in to time. Mounting quickly, they urged the
horse's into a full gallop.

A short time later, as Elrond had said, they approached the cabin,
but not before the rain had come. Elves and beasts were soaked by the
down pour. Next to the cabin was a small barn where they could put
their horses.

"You go inside, Penda," Elrond said as he dismounted, leading the
mare into the barn, "I will see to the horses."

Dismounting as well, Penda took her pack and ran the short distance
to the cabin. As she stepped up on its porch, she turned to see
Elrond leading Celahir into the barn.

Stepping inside, she could see that the cabin had been well
maintained. Finding a small stack of firewood in one corner, she put
several pieces next to the fireplace. Looking around she found a pail
with some kindling and other items she would need to start a fire.
Putting some of the kindling into the fireplace she soon had a small
fire going, and was just placing a log onto it when Elrond came in.

"Ah," he said, closing the door behind him, "I see you found
everything you need."

"Yes, milord," Penda replied as she piled a second log on, "it should
be warm in no time."

"I am glad to see that it has been kept cleaned," he said as he
opened a door that led to a small bedroom, "there should be a blanket
or two here. Ah yes, here they are."

Standing, Penda turned in time to see him come out, carrying two
blankets, closing the door behind him.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"My son's built it; many years ago. They come here from time to time
for the privacy it affords."

Turning to face the fire, Penda held her hands out towards it, trying
to get warm. Suddenly, her body shivered from the cold.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes," Elrond said when he saw
her shivering, "before you catch cold." Taking one of the blankets,
he draped it over a rope that was strung from the front wall to the
back wall. "This will give you some privacy," he said handing her the
other blanket. "Now go; change and wrap yourself in this. Hand me
your clothes as you remove them."

"You do realize, milord," Penda replied mischievously as she stepped
behind the makeshift curtain, "that less than an hour ago, you were
telling me to get dressed. Now you want my clothes off. You really
should make up your mind. Do you want me dressed or undressed?"

Staring at the curtain, Elrond once again found himself at a loss for
words. How in Arda he asked himself, does she do that?

"How long do you think it will rain?" Penda asked as she pulled her
wet clothes off. Taking each piece, one at a time, she jumped up,
tossing them over the curtain.

"It could last all night," Elrond replied as he walked over to where
her clothing had landed. Picking them up, he held them over an empty
bucket and wrung them out. Setting them down, he knew they would have
to remove the blanket from the rope in order to hang them. As he
turned to face the curtain, Penda stepped out from behind it.
Instantly he realized that her changing had not been a good idea.

She stood there, wrapped in the blanket, covered from her breasts to
just above her knees. Thoughts of his dream flooded his mind as he
watched her cross the room. Images of her on his lap; her legs
wrapped around his waist as she rode him.

"You should get out of your wet clothes as well, milord," she said as
she stopped in front of him. Reaching up, she loosened the tie that
held his tunic shut.

"There are no more blankets," he replied with a strangled voice.

"Use the one you hung up, milord. I promise I will not peak as you
change."

Stepping around her, Elrond moved to stand behind the curtain, and
began to remove his clothing, starting with his tunic.

"That is, milord," Penda said from where she stood next to the
blanket, "unless you want me to peak."

"No, Penda," Elrond said, somewhat flustered, "I shall be done
momentarily." Suddenly a hand snaked around the end of the curtain,
as if reaching for something.

"Hand me your wet things, I will wring them out."

Handing her his clothing, he waited until he heard her move over to
where the bucket sat. Quickly he pulled the blanket down, wrapping it
around himself.

Once the clothes were all wrung out, Elrond took them and hung them
over the rope, to give them a chance to dry. While he was busy with
that Penda took the food items from her pack and spread them out in
front of the fire.

"It is not much," she said as she opened the bottle of wine, "but it
should hold us until tomorrow."

Seeing that she had no glasses, Elrond rummaged through a cabinet
containing numerous pieces of dinnerware. Finding two cups he
setteled down next to Penda, in front of the fireplace.

"I found some dried beans in the cupboard as well," he said as he
poured wine into the cups, "if we need to, we can fix them."

"Let us hope it does not come to that," Penda replied as she sipped
the offered wine.

"Why is that?"

"They take to long to cook. You have to clean them, soak them, and
then cook them." Turning to look out the window at the down pour, she
remarked "We have plenty of water, and there's always the horse's
grain."

"Do you think they would mind sharing?"

"I don't believe they would say anything."

"Well," Elrond chuckled, "let us up it does not come down to that
either."

They had both been quiet for several minutes; each lost in their own
thoughts, when Elrond saw her pick up her cup and drain it of its
contents.

"More?" he asked as she set it back down.

"Mmmm, yes, please," she replied as she rubbed her arms and
shoulders, trying to get warm.

"Are you still cold?" Elrond asked setting the bottle of wine down.

"Yes," Penda replied, "but the wine will help."

Rising to his knees, Elrond moved behind her. Removing the blanket
from his waist he setteled down behind her, wrapping the blanket
around his shoulders and stretching his long, muscular legs out on
either side of her.

"Milord," Penda exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her
waist, "what are you…?"

"I am going to warm you," he replied as he puller her up against
him. "The proper way," he continued as he gathered her wet hair and
draped it over one shoulder, "is for us to share body heat. To do
this we must both be disrobed. If you would like we can…"

"No…no, that won't be necessary," she replied.

"Good, now relax, I promise, you will feel warmer in no time."

They passed the next few minutes in silence, both staring at the
flickering flames of the fire. Eventually, as Penda became warmer,
she relaxed, allowing her body to lean more of its weight onto
Elrond, his arm still around her waist. As she leaned into him, she
felt his large, strong hand, begin to move in slow easy circles
across her stomach.

"Mmmm," she murmured softly, "that's nice."

"Yes, it is," Elrond replied, as he began to rain kisses softly
across her bare shoulder, up the curve her neck, to the spot just
behind her ear. "It is nice…sweet." Slowly he moved his hand up from
her stomach, cupping her breast thru the blanket, squeezing softly.

"Milord…" she whispered, as he moved his hand to her other breast.

"It is Elrond," he replied quietly, as he continued his gentle
assault.

"Elrond," she said softly, "I don't think…"

"Do you wish me to stop?"

"No milord, Elrond, do not stop," she said as she gave in to her
feelings.

That was all he needed. With a slight tug on the blanket that covered
her, it fell to her waist, exposing her breasts.

"Ahh, beautiful," he said, cupping both in his hands, rubbing his
thumbs across the nipples as he did, causing them to harden. Then,
taking them between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched; softly at
first, then slowly increasing the pressure, until Penda moaned.

Continuing his assault on her neck and shoulders, he worked his way
up to the slight tip of her ear. Taking the tip between his teeth, he
flicked his tongue across it, releasing one breast as he did. Moving
his free hand down, he gathered the blanket, and pulled it away.
Replacing it with is hand, he began to trail his fingers across her
flesh, slowly working his way downward, leaving goose bums where he
touched.

Penda didn't know what to do. No one had ever touched her like this.
Finally putting her hands on his thighs, she slowly began to rub
them, softly at first, as she moved them upwards, causing Elrond to
moan.

As he reached the junction of her legs, Elrond lifted his lips from
her ear. "Spread your legs for me, sweetling," he whispered before he
ran the tip of his tongue along the outline of her ear.

Ass she spread her legs, he moved his hand down further. Finding her
nub, he began to rub it in a circular motion. Spreading her nether
lips he slowly pushed his middle finger into her warmth. Penda moaned
with is assault.

"Elrond," she gasped as he inserted yet another finger.

"Shh, sweetling," he whispered, "Do not say a word. Let yourself go."

Spreading her legs further, to give him better access, she gasped
louder as he plunged into her, moaning from the heat that was
building up deep inside where he touched. Feeling his arousal where
it pressed against her back, she released his thigh. Reaching between
them, she grasped him in her hand, eliciting a moan from him. Slowly
at first, she began to move her hand, up and down, up and down, until
she had set a rhythm with him. Increasing their speed, Penda peaked
first, gasping as she did, her legs becoming tense.

"That is it, sweetling," Elrond gasped as he reached his own peak.

They stayed like that, holding each other as they rode the wave of
ecstasy.

Several moments later, as their breathing calmed, Penda released
Elrond. Turning, she knelt in front of him.

"How do you feel," he asked as he brushed a few strands of stray hair
from her face.

"Like I don't want this to end," she replied. "Teach me Elrond; teach
me how to please you."

"You already have, Penda."

Looking down at her hand, he continued, saying, "Stay here, I will
get something for you." Standing, he walked over to a small table
where a bucket of water sat. After wetting a cloth next to it, he
returned, sitting down in front of her. Taking her hand in his, he
prepared to wash it. Stopping him, she lifted her hand to her lips,
tasting his essence, once then twice. Only then did she allow him to
clean her hand. When he was done, he bade her to turn and face the
fire. When she asked why, he said, "You have more on your back. I
would not want you to get it in your hair."

Turning, Penda rose to her hands and knees, giving him a good view of
her backside. Rising to his knees, he leaned over her, cleaning her
back. When he was done, he setteled back down, pulling her onto his
lap. Turning to face him, she wrapped her legs around him.

They spent the next few hours like this, holding each other, drinking
the wine and finishing off the food. They talked of Elrond's trip to
Lothlorien, of the dream he had that caused him to make the trip in
the first place.

"Elrond," she said as he finished telling her of the dream, "it is
not my wish to replace Celebrian. I know that when we sail west, you
will join her, and, that is as it should be. I know that for this
reason, there can never be a marriage between us. That does not
change the way I feel. I would…"

"I know Penda," he cut in, "but I want you to know something about my
wife and I. Ours was an arranged marriage. The purpose was to unite
two lands, making them stronger. I love her, for she is the mother of
my children; but, we both had our differences, and they were many."
Penda starred at him, stunned. "Perhaps one day," he
continued, "there will be a way for us to be together. For now
though, let us make the most of the time we have left here, on these
lands."

Having said that he took her face in his hands; pulling her closer,
he pressed his lips to hers. Timidly she opened her mouth, allowing
him to deepen the kiss. Easing her to the floor, he stretched out
next to her.

"Your hair is like copper in the fire light," he remarked as he ran
his fingers thru it. Lowering his lips to hers again, he kissed her
briefly, and then moved down. Slowly he rained kisses across her jaw
line, first on one side and then the other, before moving down to her
neck. He spent little time there before moving down to her breasts.
Taking on in his warm mouth he suckled on her while he molded his
hand around the other, curling his tongue around the nipple as he
did. After several minutes of exquisite torture, he moved his lips to
her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

Penda moaned as he suckled on her. Long had she dreamed that this day
would come, never quiet believing that it would. Spreading her legs
she allowed him to move over her, relishing in the comfort that the
weight of his body gave her. Running her fingers through his hair,
she gasped as he took one nipple between his teeth, and sucked
harder.

Feeling him move his hand down to her nether lips, she released his
hair, only to cling to his shoulders tightly as he used his fingers
and hand to once again bring her to a peak. Releasing her nipple he
looked up; watching her, listening to her soft gasps as he pleasured
her. Feeling her body begin to tremble he increased the tempo until
her body tensed; flicking his thumb across her nub as he did.

"Elrond, I…" she gasped as she reached her peak, thrusting her hips
upwards as she did. Elrond continued using his hand on her, bringing
her slowly down. As he did, he moved up, and, covering her mouth with
his, thrust his tongue in. Still clinging to his shoulders, she
deepened the kiss, thrusting her own tongue upwards to meet his.

After several minutes he began to ease up, finally breaking the kiss,
both gasping for air. Looking into her eyes, he smiled to himself at
the trust he saw in them.

"I should go check the horses before we retire for the evening," he
said as he kissed her again, lightly on the forehead. Rolling off
her, he stood and walked over to where their clothes hung. Finding
his tunic and leggings dry, he slipped them on, and then lighting a
lantern, wet out to the small barn.

After he left Penda stood and wrapped the blanket around herself.
Taking her comb from her pack, she sat back down in front of the fire
and began to comb out her hair. She was just beginning to braid it
when Elrond came back.

Going to the bedroom, he opened the door to allow some of the heat to
warm it before they went to bed. Returning to her side, he slipped
his tunic off, then sat down behind her. "Allow me," he said as he
took her comb from her, running it through her hair several times.
Gathering it in his hands, he made a simple braid down the middle of
her back.

"How are the horses?" she asked as he worked.

"They are fine. Both are dry and seem content with eating the grain
that was stored in the barn," he replied as he finished the braid and
handed her comb back to her.

Reaching over to where her pack sat, Penda slipped the comb back into
it. As she did, Elrond took the opportunity to tug on the blanket,
causing it to fall to the floor.

"Is there something you need, milord" she asked devilishly as she sat
back up, turning to face him.

"I need you," he replied, pulling her onto his lap.

"You may have me," she replied nuzzling into his neck, "whenever you
wish. I believe now would be a very good time."

"Nay," Elrond replied, "your first time, our first time, will not be
on the floor of a cabin.

"There is the bedroom."

"Yes, and it is where we will spend the night, sleeping," he replied
as he held her tightly. "I want you Penda, make no mistake about
that. I want to teach you of the pleasures two lovers can share. But
I will take my time. There is no need to rush."

As Elrond spoke, Penda lightly ran the tip of her tongue upwards
along his jaw line.

"Are you trying to distract me?" he asked.

"No milord," she replied before she flicked the tip of his ear with
her tongue. "I am just trying what you did to me earlier; it was very
pleasant."

"Yes it was."

"Perhaps," she continued as she moved back down, "I should try the
other side as well." As she continued to feather kisses along his jaw
line, Elrond took the opportunity to explore her body further.

Moving his hands from her waist he slowly reached back and grasped
her backside. With a hand on each cheek, he moved them in a circular
motion, slowly lifting her to her knees. Doing this had the desired
effect as soon he was looking directly at her breasts. Unable to get
his fill of them, he leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth
and sucking hard, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

Moving her hands to his shoulders, she clung to him as he suckled
first one breast and then the other.

"Elrond," she gasped, throwing her head back and thrusting her
breasts forward, "please, I need…"

Moving his hands, he wrapped one around her waist, holding her up.
Reaching down with the free hand, he plunged one, and then two
fingers, deep into her depths. Soon he had her writhing, encouraging
her to rind his hand harder, faster.

"Elrond!" she screamed out as she reached her climax, her body
tensing. But he did not stop. He continued to his fingers on her,
plunging in and out, bringing her to yet another climax; only then
did he ease up. Slowing down the pace, he pulled her into his arms as
she collapsed.

They sat like that, her curled up on his lap, for several minutes as
her heart beat slowed and her breathing calmed.

"I believe," he said as he kissed the top of her head, "that we
should retire for the evening."

Easing her off his lap, he found to candles and lit them. After
taking one into the bedroom and setting it down, he returned for
Penda. Taking her hand he helped her to stand. No words were needed
as she followed him into the room.

Setting her candle down on a small beside table, she crawled into
bed. She watched as he blew out one candle, then move to the other
side of the bed. Lying down on his side beside her, he pushed himself
up, resting on one arm.

"I do not believe you will need this," he said as he tugged down her
blanket,
"at least, not yet."

Leaning down, he covered her lips with his. As he did she opened her
mouth allowing him to plunder her sweetness. Slowly he rolled over
onto her, once again settling down between her legs. Releasing her
lips, he moved down to her breast, once again suckling.

"Elrond," she gasped as he continued to move downward, "please…I need
you…now."

Looking up at her Elrond replied, "You shall have me in due time,
sweetling. Tonight though, is for you."

Without another word he went back to kissing her, across the stomach
to below her navel. Using one hand he lifted her hips, with his free
hand he parted er outer folds. Moving in closed in drew in a deep
breath, learning her scent.

"Elrond…please," she gasped again as she felt him lightly blowing on
her most secret of places. "What are you…?" she stopped in mid
sentence as he moved his hand, plunging his middle and forefinger
into her. After several thrusts, he replaced them with his tongue and
mouth, laving her. Pulling her nub between his lips, he flicked his
tongue quickly across it.

Moving his hand from under her backside, he gently pushed a finger
into her puckered entrance, causing her to thrust her hips upwards.
Putting his other hand on her stomach, he forced her back down,
within his reach. He continued his assault on her with his mouth,
tongue and finger, for what seemed to be an eternity.

Penda writhed with the sensations. Reaching down she grabbed him by
the hair, tugging it, imploring him to stop, and then begging him to
continue. Suddenly she screamed as she reached her peak, thrusting
her hips upwards, her legs growing tense.

Elrond continued to lap at her, tasting her essence, as she came back
down slowly. When she was done, and all was quiet, he moved up,
planting a soft kiss on her belly. Moving up to lie down next to her,
he pulled her into his arms.

"Good night, Penda," he said softly.

"Good night, milord, my love," she replied as she closed her eyes.

Within a few minutes they had both drifted off into a deep, relaxing,
reverie.