Spirits of Light

Spirits of Light

Chapter 5
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.

Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews, guys. Sorry you had to wait so long for an update - vacation and my laziness played a huge part in that. ;)

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Cala woke up alone. She didn't think much of it, as it was quite late into the morning. The space on the bed beside where she lay was already cool. Elrond had left some time ago.

She stood up and stretched, then prepared for the day. She had to meet Elrond just after noon to continue their work in the greenhouses. Cala was looking forward to it, but felt slightly nervous. She was uncertain how to act in such a situation. While she thought about it, though, she found herself grinning. Last night had been more than she had ever hoped for. Nothing could bring her down now.

The day was beautiful and mild. Taking a deep breath, she headed towards the dining hall for breakfast. When she opened the door, her abdomen tensed of its own volition. Arwen was there, sitting alone at one of the tables.

Cala waved to her friend, then took a plate of cut fruit and tea from the serving table and walked over to where Arwen sat. She smiled as she sat down. "Good morning, Cala," she said, "How was your night?"

"It was good," she replied, taking a bite of apple, "And yours?"

"Uneventful," she responded, sipping her tea. "Quiet."

She nodded, swallowing the apple. A wave of guilt swept over as she thought about what she and Elrond had done. Part of her wanted to speak with Arwen about it. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her friend's feelings. "Have you seen your father this morning?" she asked, wondering if Elrond had spoken to her.

"Briefly," Arwen answered, but there was no trace of hidden knowlege in her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

Shrugging, Cala took a bite of pear and said, "No reason. Simple curiousity."

"Curious about what?" asked Arwen, eyebrow raised.

"Nothing," she replied a little more defensively than she would have liked.

Arwen frowned, but didn't pursue the subject. "At what time is your lesson?"

"Just past noon."

"Would you like to have dinner with me afterwards?" she asked.

The first thing that went through Cala's mind was that she didn't want to. She hoped Elrond would want to visit her again that evening. Once again, that unwelcome wave of guilt came over her. "I would love to," she replied, smiling, "Where?"

"Come to my rooms after your lesson," she said, "I'll have food delivered there."

Cala agreed. "I look forward to it." Her food was barely touched, but she stood, saying, "I should make my way to the greenhouses. I will see you later."

Arwen nodded and said her goodbyes. Biting her lip as she left the dining room, she quickly forget her apprehension at spending the evening with Arwen instead of Elrond when she thought on how soon she would be seeing him. A smile took over her expression as she approached their meeting place.

She opened the door and peered inside. The familiar and welcome scent of orchids hit her immediately. When she saw Elrond working in the middle of the room, she quickly smoothed down her hair and licked her lips before approaching. "Good afternoon," she said softly as she approached.

Elrond looked up only briefly before moving his gaze back down to the flower he was tending to. "Good afternoon, Cala."

She knit her brow in confusion. This wasn't the welcome she had been expecting. "How are you today?" she asked politely, hoping he would notice her confusion.

"I am well, thank you. And yourself?" He looked up, awaiting her response.

Her eyes looked deeply into his, searching for any sign that he was hiding something. There was nothing. "I am well."

He noticed then, her expression. "Are you sure?" he asked, frowning, "You look upset."

Cala widened her eyes, then shook her head. "I am well." She paused, then asked, "May I ask you a personal question, my lord?"

Elrond seemed surprised, but said, "Of course."

"How was your evening last night?"

He seemed to hesitate, as though not quite sure what she was asking. "It was fine. Why do you ask?"

Cala blinked back her confusion. Something was not right. "Did you...do anything last night?"

Smiling out of puzzlement, he answered, "I read for a short while, then turned in early." When she blanched, he touched her arm and asked, "Are you sure you're alright? You don't look well."

Laughing, Cala pulled away. She felt nauseous. "I-I'm fine. I'm sorry. I seem to be a little confused, that's all."

"Confused about what?" When she didn't respond, he took her arm and walked her to a chair, sitting her down. "Stay here. I will get water."

Her eyes were pinned to the dirt floor beneath her feet. Could what she experienced have been a dream? It seemed impossible. It was obvious, though, that Elrond had no recollection of what had occured between them. A draft of cool air swept by her and she looked up to the door. It was still closed. Closing her eyes, she revelled in the soft wind until it quickly disappeared.

A hand touched her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, Elrond was holding a glass of water in front of her. She took it, sipping quietly from it before leaning back and looking up at him. "I'm sorry," she breathed, "I don't know what came over me."

He kneeled down, moving the hand from her shoulder to her knee. "There's nothing to apologize for," he answering, smiling, "I didn't mean to upset you."

Cala frowned, staring down at him. She narrowed her eyes, again puzzled by the unmistakable difference in his expression. He was watching her as though enraptured. The hand on her knee began to rub softly. "I don't understand," she replied, wanting an explanation. Needing one.

"You will," he answered, reaching up and pulling her into a kiss. It was slow and measured, and took several moments for Cala to regain herself.

She pulled back, eyes wide. "Why are you playing games with me?" she hissed, angry.

Elrond stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I play no games, Cala. Is this not what you want?" She shook her head, but was unable to answer. "Take my hand," he said, holding his out. When she did, he pulled her up. His fingers ran up her arm, coming to rest along her face. "I want you. If you do not want this, stop me now."

Moving quickly, he cupped her face and pulled her into a deep, carnal kiss. His appetite and lust was tangible as he made every effort to taste her as deeply as he could. Cala couldn't deny him. She wanted this. Her whole being wanted it.

His hands found her breasts, squeezing hard. She groaned into his mouth, but he kissed back her cries of discomfort. Her head spun as he stole her breath. In one swift motion he ran his hands up her body, then tangled them in her hair and pulled her hair back. "I knew you wanted it," he breathed as she gasped for breath, "Do you want to stop, love, or would you rather I continued?"

He was toying with her, but that only served to increase her lust. "Don't stop," she panted, "Please."

Grinning, Elrond let go over hair and pulled her over to a table. He pushed aside the parchment and containers that littered it, then shoved Cala forward against it. Roughly he forced his hand under the skirts of her dress and raked it up the flesh of her leg. "I haven't felt something so smooth in a very long time," he said as he held her to the table. His warm palm ran along her backside. "Do you like that?"

Cala pressed her hands against the table, but made no move to get away from his seeking touch. "Yes," she breathed, wanting more.

His finger entered the waistband of her undergarments and pulled them down. When they hit her feet, Cala kicked them off. Elrond busily opened his pants and she adjusted her footing, preparing herself from his entry.

He pooled the skirts at her waist. Cala knew he was ready for her, but instead of immediately looking for his own gratification, Elrond once again put a hand to her backside. "Hold still," he purred, rubbing the warm skin softly. He rested a palm on her back while the other hand travelled downward to the wetness between her legs.

He gently inserted a finger. Cala bit her lip and moved her hips, pushing back slowly as he sunk inward. Elrond thrust into her flesh at a teasing pace, touching her walls within to cause her pleasure. Groaning against the welcome intrustion, she closed her eyes and carefully moved with his leisurely advances.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elrond pulled his finger out. She could feel the wetness of it as he took hold of her hips and positioned her. Opening her eyes, Cala braced herself for his entry. The tip of his penis met little resistence as he slid easily into her body. Her legs shook with building pleasure as he filled her completely.

Elrond's low groans sent sparks of heat through Cala. The thrusts of his hips were more seeking than that of his finger, and soon she could feel herself begin to bruise from being forced into the wooden table. Pushing up, she held herself steady as he thrust into her, first in a paced rhythm, quickly moving into wild stabs.

Her arms became weak. Slowly she fell back to the table, unable to hold herself up any longer. Elrond whispered words of encouragement, and she soon fell into a bliss where she could not even register her own groans. He held her tightly and pulled her back as he continued to push forward, each time slamming her hips into the table. Cala's mind spun and as his pace increased in fervor, she fell into ecstasy.

Shuddering under his continued assault, Cala could feel her legs begin to give out. Elrond held her up, though, rolling into her weak and trembling body until he finally jerked heavily and met his own release. Their pants were loud in the quiet greenhouse, escalated by the incredible humidity. Cala felt spent.

Elrond pulled from her gently and lowered her skirts. Obviously exhausted, he leaned against the edge of the table and looked down on her as she pillowed her head in her arms. "I'm not sure I have the energy to continue our lesson," he said seriously.

Cala laughed, then with a deep breath pushed herself up from the table. "I'm not sure I have the energy to listen," she said, grinning as she ran her fingers through her messed hair. "How do I look?"

He smiled faintly, reaching a hand up to touch her face. "Beautiful."

If she had not already been flushed from the sex, she would have blushed. "Are you sure?" she asked, teasing, "I have been through quite an ordeal."

Laughing softly, he ran a finger along her lower lip before stepping away. "Indeed you have. It won't be your last." When she arched an eyebrow, he added, "I assure you, you look lovely."

Cala nodded, biting her lip. She didn't want to leave him, but he seemed tired. In truth, she wanted more than just sex. She wanted to learn from him, to become his friend and confidante and share every aspect of his life. She wanted a relationship. If she left now, this would be the second time they had an encounter and had not spoken of what it meant. Still, though, she knew she shouldn't push. "Do you want me to go?" she asked softly.

"I don't want you to go," he responded, and her heart skipped a beat before he added, "But you should. There are things I need to do. I'm sorry, Cala. I will speak with you tomorrow, though."

"Alright," she replied, nodding. Stepping up on her toes, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek before smiling and turning to leave.

He smiled and waved to her as she left. She closed the door and his smile faded. His keen blue eyes watched as her form moved past the glass walls of the greenhouse and out of sight. When she was gone, Elrond took a quiet breath and collapsed.

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TBC