The Music in My Heart
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Adult ++
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75
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11
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Chapter 71 A New Dream
Title: The Music in My Heart, Chapter 71
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating:.NC-17 for future chapters
Warning: AU (Story set 770 years after ROTK); Slash and het.
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive:
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this fic.
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 71 --- A New Dream
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. “
C. S. Lewis
*****
Elrond shifted, pulling the warm, soft body cuddled next to him a little closer. A muffled noise penetrated the deep sleep into which he had fallen as dawn lightened the distant horizon. The faint sounds of clanking china and whispered voices brought him to awareness, the teasing aroma of fresh bread making his stomach grumble. Looking around the elegantly appointed suite, he struggled to remember where he was and how he came to be there.
A gentle sigh followed by the exquisite pleasure of silken soft hair sliding across his chest drew his attention to the elleth sleeping in his arms. /Seere… my wife! We are married and our bond is complete! Thanks be to the Valar!/
Lost in the cascade of memories from the preceding evening and the night that followed, a soft knock at their bedchamber door brought a frown to his face. “Elrond… tis me, ion. It is late morning and I have brought breakfast for you and Seere. There is a stew for your midday meal we will leave by the fire. Eat at your leisure and we will return with a hot meal at sundown.” (son)
Noting the bright blush coloring his wife’s face, he stretched down to pull the bedcovers up from where they lay tangled around their legs, covering their bare bodies. Realizing an answer was expected, he called, “Thank you, meldir. A meal would be most appreciated.” (friend)
“We will leave you to enjoy it then. Is there anything else you need?”
Hearing the unasked question in Celeborn’s voice and knowing he was concerned about Seere’s welfare, Elrond chose to answer it first. “We are fine, my dear friend, thanks to you and your lady. I can think of nothing we need other than to express our heartfelt gratitude for your love and support in making the arrangements for our wedding.”
Lifting a shy smile to meet her husband’s, Seere added, “I am fine, Celeborn. Tell my father he has no reason to worry. I thank you and Lady Galadriel, as well.”
His relief clearly evident in his voice, Celeborn replied, “You both are dear to us, so it was our privilege to be of assistance to you. I will take my leave and let your father know you are both well so that he can relax.”
Shifting so that he could press a kiss to the top of her head, Elrond whispered, “Are you truly fine, my love? I did not hurt you did I?”
Blushing, the elleth let her long hair slide over her features, as she buried her face in the curve of his throat. “I am fine, melme. You did nothing to hurt me. Indeed, you were very gentle and loving.” (love)
“That was my desire, but… once we began, I was insatiable. If our saddlebags have found their way to our rooms, I have several herbs in my kit that I could use to make a soothing bath for you, for I know you must be feeling a little… uncomfortable this morning,” he offered, stroking the tumbled mass of auburn silk away from her face.
Another shy smile greeted his words. “A bath would be welcome, as would breakfast. I am starving for we have not eaten in over a day’s time!”
Grinning, Elrond rolled to his side, pinning her beneath him. “I do not know about you, but I find married life has done much to improve my appetite! I feel ravenous!”
Giggling, she teased, “I somehow doubt you are speaking of food, my love.”
Laughing at her daring, he responded, “I find I am hungry for many things, my love… breakfast, a large glass of water, a hot bath, you… you… you!” His kiss cut short her answering laugh.
*****
“The bread will be cold we were so long in seeking our meal… as will the tea,” Seere observed, tugging the bed sheet wrapped tightly around her body more firmly into place. Taking her seat at the small table beside the crackling fire, she watched her husband knot a large towel around his waist. “I doubt Celeborn expected us to wait so long before we ate.”
“I am so hungry, I care not if the bread is cold.” Lifting the cloth covering a basket, Elrond grinned with pleasure. “Ah, muffins… blueberry and these appear to be apple with walnuts. The warming stone has kept them and the bread from cooling completely. And… ah, they hung a pot of water over the fire in the hearth so that we could make fresh tea. Perhaps, Celeborn expected our delay after all.”
“Humm, the stew for our lunch smells so good. We will have a hearty meal. Ai! I would like one or two of those muffins, melme!” she exclaimed, reaching over to snatch the basket from before his plate. “Here… have a pear or an apple with some of this bread. There is both jam and marmalade beside the butter. Why are you putting that honey aside?” (love)
A wicked grin lighting his face, the peredhel responded, “A treat for later.”
*****
A contented sigh whispered through the bathing chamber. “I never knew honey was so… versatile and addictive!”
Shifting to settle her warm, wet body more closely against him, Elrond murmured, “Honey has many uses… though few as tasty as that one. Hand me the sponge and I will wash your back.”
Casting a provocative grin over her shoulder, she handed him the requested item. “My back, humm? Be sure to restrict… ah!”
*****
A flushed face framed by a tussled mane of auburn hair appeared from beneath the covers of the bed. Eyes locked on the door leading to the main sitting room, she whispered, “Elrond… behave! I hear noises in the outer chamber. I think they have returned with our dinner. It must be later than we thought.”
“Dinner?” An equally tussled elf appeared beside her and looked toward the window hoping to judge the time of day using the position of the sun in the sky. “Anor has set, so you must be correct. Excellent! I am starving. I could eat a warg.”
Twinkling golden eyes turn back to study her mate’s smiling face. “Starving are you? What reason have you to be so hungry? You have barely left the bed all day!”
“Neither have you, my love and, therein lies the reason for my… hunger. You are rather demanding of such an old elf! I must rebuild my strength!” he teased, his gaze drifting down to admire her silken body.
“Old elf? I see no old elf in this room, only an excessively lusty one in his prime!” she assured, leaning over to kiss his smiling lips.
“In your arms, I am, beloved. You make me feel young again!” Pulling her back into his arms, he added, “I hope they left a meal that is good cold. We may be a little while seeking it.”
Laughing, she admonished, “I am not a warg…”
*****
“What day is this?”
Turning from stoking the fire in the grate of the fireplace in their chambers, Elrond took a moment to consider her question. “I have no idea. I have lost track of time since we entered the bonding trance. I have no idea how long we were oblivious to all but each other.”
“Humm? I think it has been two days since our wedding. Do you think the others will leave us alone much longer? I have no desire to rejoin our family yet. I want only to be alone with you,” Seere mused, watching the play of firelight across the muscles of his back.
Watching the desire flare to life in her eyes as she studied his naked body, he grinned. “My thoughts exactly, Seere nin. I suggest we stay here and force them to make us rejoin them! I see no problem with spending the winter in these rooms… if you keep me company.”
Licking her lips in a deliberately provocative manner, she countered, “I propose we leave when our first child is ready to begin formal classes.”
Sauntering back to the bed, he pounced. “A very sound plan, beloved!”
*****
Two more days had passed in a blur of passion and love. Seere shifted to press a kiss to her mate’s throat before resuming her study of the night sky beyond their chamber windows. “Is it my imagination or are Ithil and your father’s star unusually bright this night?”
“Nay, you are right. I have noticed this for several nights now… and Anor too. I wonder…” Turning his head to meet her gaze, he pondered, “Do you think it possible my Ada knows of our marriage… our happiness?”
Smiling, she nodded. “I believe he does, melme. The Valar blessed our marriage and Eru granted us a soul-bond. He is now a being of the heavens, so tis likely he knows.” (love)
A single tear slipped down his face. “That is indeed a comforting thought, beloved.”
*****
Dawn had not yet broken on the morning of the fifth day of their marriage when Elrond woke, a feeling of unease tingling through his spirit. Turning his head, he noted the tense set of Seere’s features and the faint murmurs of distress slipping from her lips. Instantly alert, he gently pulled her into his arms. Recognizing the outward signs of a dream of prophecy, he took care not to wake her.
Seere moaned as the dream took control of her mind and heart. It was one she had endured since her gift of foresight first began to manifest itself in the early years of her majority. Her arms wrapped around his waist in a frantic attempt to find comfort as the images of warring armies began to emerge before her inner eye. Instinct told her this time the dream would be different.
With a gasp of shock and amazement, he felt the connection forged by their bond open a doorway into the dreamscape of his wife’s mind. Holding her tightly against his chest, his fëa tumbled headlong onto a desolate plain. The two spirits merged, yet each retained the perspective of their own self, seeing details the other missed. The ancient dream was transformed as their gifts combined, revealing a fuller vision of what was to come. (spirit)
*****
Far across a wide plain, Elrond watched as Seere stepped to the edge of a soaring precipice. Her eyes glowed with a power and energy that rivaled Anor as she scanned the assembled forces far below. From the east… from the direction of Mordor, the army of the allied free peoples massed in preparation for battle. In the west, the forces of the dark shouted and howled like rabid animals, eager for the bloodshed to begin.
A fair-haired elf cloaked in a mantle of red, two humans --- one with a thick mane of mahogany-hued black hair and the other with hair of gold, and a dwarf resplendent in armor and helm of mithril and gold, rode to the head of their column. After surveying the lines of the enemy, the four traded a final look before separating to take the lead of their troops. At the center of the line, the black-haired human raised his arm… and the battle began.
Wrenching his eyes away from the carnage below, Elrond again sought the image of his soul-mate. He found her eyes trained upon him and their gazes locked in silent communication. A shrill cry from above broke the moment and both looked upward to see a massive eagle descend from the clouds, a huge net of golden and silver mesh hanging from his lethal talons.
Circling once over the plain, the eagle soared away to the east. Near the crumbled ruins of the Black Gate, the very air itself seemed to split open and a blinding white light burst forth, flooding the gloom of Mordor with a transcendent glow. From its midst, a mighty warrior on a gleaming white stallion appeared. The memory of another battle in a land destroyed millennia ago flashed through his mind as he recognized the being. Stunned, he dropped to his knees in silent homage.
The being extended his arm and the eagle glided to rest on the massive forearm, the bird of prey’s great size dwarfed by the shining Vala. Burning green-eyes locked with his as Elrond heard a cry of recognition ripped from his wife’s throat. Awareness, knowledge hovered all around them… just beyond their knowing.
They were called… called to bring their burdens to the Vala’s feet. Behind the glowing form, the fires of Orodruin flared to life in the wastes of Mordor… and again, the call to bring their burdens and lay them at his feet echoed in their hearts and minds.
*****
Elrond came to awareness as abruptly as he fell into the dream. Instinct urged his arms to tighten and draw Seere more securely into his arms. He knew in his heart that the answers… the guidance they needed to fulfill their mission lay in understanding their shared dream, but that understanding still eluded him. /What does it mean? Why have we been shown these images?/
A small, soft hand reached up to cup his cheek. Looking down into Seere’s gleaming golden eyes, he heard her faint whisper. “Elrond, what must we do? What do the Valar want of us?”
*****
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating:.NC-17 for future chapters
Warning: AU (Story set 770 years after ROTK); Slash and het.
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive:
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this fic.
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 71 --- A New Dream
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. “
C. S. Lewis
*****
Elrond shifted, pulling the warm, soft body cuddled next to him a little closer. A muffled noise penetrated the deep sleep into which he had fallen as dawn lightened the distant horizon. The faint sounds of clanking china and whispered voices brought him to awareness, the teasing aroma of fresh bread making his stomach grumble. Looking around the elegantly appointed suite, he struggled to remember where he was and how he came to be there.
A gentle sigh followed by the exquisite pleasure of silken soft hair sliding across his chest drew his attention to the elleth sleeping in his arms. /Seere… my wife! We are married and our bond is complete! Thanks be to the Valar!/
Lost in the cascade of memories from the preceding evening and the night that followed, a soft knock at their bedchamber door brought a frown to his face. “Elrond… tis me, ion. It is late morning and I have brought breakfast for you and Seere. There is a stew for your midday meal we will leave by the fire. Eat at your leisure and we will return with a hot meal at sundown.” (son)
Noting the bright blush coloring his wife’s face, he stretched down to pull the bedcovers up from where they lay tangled around their legs, covering their bare bodies. Realizing an answer was expected, he called, “Thank you, meldir. A meal would be most appreciated.” (friend)
“We will leave you to enjoy it then. Is there anything else you need?”
Hearing the unasked question in Celeborn’s voice and knowing he was concerned about Seere’s welfare, Elrond chose to answer it first. “We are fine, my dear friend, thanks to you and your lady. I can think of nothing we need other than to express our heartfelt gratitude for your love and support in making the arrangements for our wedding.”
Lifting a shy smile to meet her husband’s, Seere added, “I am fine, Celeborn. Tell my father he has no reason to worry. I thank you and Lady Galadriel, as well.”
His relief clearly evident in his voice, Celeborn replied, “You both are dear to us, so it was our privilege to be of assistance to you. I will take my leave and let your father know you are both well so that he can relax.”
Shifting so that he could press a kiss to the top of her head, Elrond whispered, “Are you truly fine, my love? I did not hurt you did I?”
Blushing, the elleth let her long hair slide over her features, as she buried her face in the curve of his throat. “I am fine, melme. You did nothing to hurt me. Indeed, you were very gentle and loving.” (love)
“That was my desire, but… once we began, I was insatiable. If our saddlebags have found their way to our rooms, I have several herbs in my kit that I could use to make a soothing bath for you, for I know you must be feeling a little… uncomfortable this morning,” he offered, stroking the tumbled mass of auburn silk away from her face.
Another shy smile greeted his words. “A bath would be welcome, as would breakfast. I am starving for we have not eaten in over a day’s time!”
Grinning, Elrond rolled to his side, pinning her beneath him. “I do not know about you, but I find married life has done much to improve my appetite! I feel ravenous!”
Giggling, she teased, “I somehow doubt you are speaking of food, my love.”
Laughing at her daring, he responded, “I find I am hungry for many things, my love… breakfast, a large glass of water, a hot bath, you… you… you!” His kiss cut short her answering laugh.
*****
“The bread will be cold we were so long in seeking our meal… as will the tea,” Seere observed, tugging the bed sheet wrapped tightly around her body more firmly into place. Taking her seat at the small table beside the crackling fire, she watched her husband knot a large towel around his waist. “I doubt Celeborn expected us to wait so long before we ate.”
“I am so hungry, I care not if the bread is cold.” Lifting the cloth covering a basket, Elrond grinned with pleasure. “Ah, muffins… blueberry and these appear to be apple with walnuts. The warming stone has kept them and the bread from cooling completely. And… ah, they hung a pot of water over the fire in the hearth so that we could make fresh tea. Perhaps, Celeborn expected our delay after all.”
“Humm, the stew for our lunch smells so good. We will have a hearty meal. Ai! I would like one or two of those muffins, melme!” she exclaimed, reaching over to snatch the basket from before his plate. “Here… have a pear or an apple with some of this bread. There is both jam and marmalade beside the butter. Why are you putting that honey aside?” (love)
A wicked grin lighting his face, the peredhel responded, “A treat for later.”
*****
A contented sigh whispered through the bathing chamber. “I never knew honey was so… versatile and addictive!”
Shifting to settle her warm, wet body more closely against him, Elrond murmured, “Honey has many uses… though few as tasty as that one. Hand me the sponge and I will wash your back.”
Casting a provocative grin over her shoulder, she handed him the requested item. “My back, humm? Be sure to restrict… ah!”
*****
A flushed face framed by a tussled mane of auburn hair appeared from beneath the covers of the bed. Eyes locked on the door leading to the main sitting room, she whispered, “Elrond… behave! I hear noises in the outer chamber. I think they have returned with our dinner. It must be later than we thought.”
“Dinner?” An equally tussled elf appeared beside her and looked toward the window hoping to judge the time of day using the position of the sun in the sky. “Anor has set, so you must be correct. Excellent! I am starving. I could eat a warg.”
Twinkling golden eyes turn back to study her mate’s smiling face. “Starving are you? What reason have you to be so hungry? You have barely left the bed all day!”
“Neither have you, my love and, therein lies the reason for my… hunger. You are rather demanding of such an old elf! I must rebuild my strength!” he teased, his gaze drifting down to admire her silken body.
“Old elf? I see no old elf in this room, only an excessively lusty one in his prime!” she assured, leaning over to kiss his smiling lips.
“In your arms, I am, beloved. You make me feel young again!” Pulling her back into his arms, he added, “I hope they left a meal that is good cold. We may be a little while seeking it.”
Laughing, she admonished, “I am not a warg…”
*****
“What day is this?”
Turning from stoking the fire in the grate of the fireplace in their chambers, Elrond took a moment to consider her question. “I have no idea. I have lost track of time since we entered the bonding trance. I have no idea how long we were oblivious to all but each other.”
“Humm? I think it has been two days since our wedding. Do you think the others will leave us alone much longer? I have no desire to rejoin our family yet. I want only to be alone with you,” Seere mused, watching the play of firelight across the muscles of his back.
Watching the desire flare to life in her eyes as she studied his naked body, he grinned. “My thoughts exactly, Seere nin. I suggest we stay here and force them to make us rejoin them! I see no problem with spending the winter in these rooms… if you keep me company.”
Licking her lips in a deliberately provocative manner, she countered, “I propose we leave when our first child is ready to begin formal classes.”
Sauntering back to the bed, he pounced. “A very sound plan, beloved!”
*****
Two more days had passed in a blur of passion and love. Seere shifted to press a kiss to her mate’s throat before resuming her study of the night sky beyond their chamber windows. “Is it my imagination or are Ithil and your father’s star unusually bright this night?”
“Nay, you are right. I have noticed this for several nights now… and Anor too. I wonder…” Turning his head to meet her gaze, he pondered, “Do you think it possible my Ada knows of our marriage… our happiness?”
Smiling, she nodded. “I believe he does, melme. The Valar blessed our marriage and Eru granted us a soul-bond. He is now a being of the heavens, so tis likely he knows.” (love)
A single tear slipped down his face. “That is indeed a comforting thought, beloved.”
*****
Dawn had not yet broken on the morning of the fifth day of their marriage when Elrond woke, a feeling of unease tingling through his spirit. Turning his head, he noted the tense set of Seere’s features and the faint murmurs of distress slipping from her lips. Instantly alert, he gently pulled her into his arms. Recognizing the outward signs of a dream of prophecy, he took care not to wake her.
Seere moaned as the dream took control of her mind and heart. It was one she had endured since her gift of foresight first began to manifest itself in the early years of her majority. Her arms wrapped around his waist in a frantic attempt to find comfort as the images of warring armies began to emerge before her inner eye. Instinct told her this time the dream would be different.
With a gasp of shock and amazement, he felt the connection forged by their bond open a doorway into the dreamscape of his wife’s mind. Holding her tightly against his chest, his fëa tumbled headlong onto a desolate plain. The two spirits merged, yet each retained the perspective of their own self, seeing details the other missed. The ancient dream was transformed as their gifts combined, revealing a fuller vision of what was to come. (spirit)
*****
Far across a wide plain, Elrond watched as Seere stepped to the edge of a soaring precipice. Her eyes glowed with a power and energy that rivaled Anor as she scanned the assembled forces far below. From the east… from the direction of Mordor, the army of the allied free peoples massed in preparation for battle. In the west, the forces of the dark shouted and howled like rabid animals, eager for the bloodshed to begin.
A fair-haired elf cloaked in a mantle of red, two humans --- one with a thick mane of mahogany-hued black hair and the other with hair of gold, and a dwarf resplendent in armor and helm of mithril and gold, rode to the head of their column. After surveying the lines of the enemy, the four traded a final look before separating to take the lead of their troops. At the center of the line, the black-haired human raised his arm… and the battle began.
Wrenching his eyes away from the carnage below, Elrond again sought the image of his soul-mate. He found her eyes trained upon him and their gazes locked in silent communication. A shrill cry from above broke the moment and both looked upward to see a massive eagle descend from the clouds, a huge net of golden and silver mesh hanging from his lethal talons.
Circling once over the plain, the eagle soared away to the east. Near the crumbled ruins of the Black Gate, the very air itself seemed to split open and a blinding white light burst forth, flooding the gloom of Mordor with a transcendent glow. From its midst, a mighty warrior on a gleaming white stallion appeared. The memory of another battle in a land destroyed millennia ago flashed through his mind as he recognized the being. Stunned, he dropped to his knees in silent homage.
The being extended his arm and the eagle glided to rest on the massive forearm, the bird of prey’s great size dwarfed by the shining Vala. Burning green-eyes locked with his as Elrond heard a cry of recognition ripped from his wife’s throat. Awareness, knowledge hovered all around them… just beyond their knowing.
They were called… called to bring their burdens to the Vala’s feet. Behind the glowing form, the fires of Orodruin flared to life in the wastes of Mordor… and again, the call to bring their burdens and lay them at his feet echoed in their hearts and minds.
*****
Elrond came to awareness as abruptly as he fell into the dream. Instinct urged his arms to tighten and draw Seere more securely into his arms. He knew in his heart that the answers… the guidance they needed to fulfill their mission lay in understanding their shared dream, but that understanding still eluded him. /What does it mean? Why have we been shown these images?/
A small, soft hand reached up to cup his cheek. Looking down into Seere’s gleaming golden eyes, he heard her faint whisper. “Elrond, what must we do? What do the Valar want of us?”
*****
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!