Tending Elrond's Heart

***He is so beautiful…and he didn't say no…he didn't say no…***

He stared for a moment at the tiny sculpture that seemed to be lost in his large hand, before tucking it securely in a pocket in his robe. His hand closed over Merenant's, and he thought for a moment that it too, seemed lost as his palm engulfed it. Raising her hand to his lips, he kissed her knuckles softly, briefly, closing his eyes against the sudden rush of emotion he was feeling.

***Aiya…Elrond…Elrond…so beautiful…so beautiful…***

Turning her hand he kissed her palm as well, his eyes opening and flicking to meet hers - wide and innocent, deep green and sparkling with unshed tears.

***How do I…Elrond…my Lord…didn't say no…***

Still holding her hand in his, he reached with his free hand to allow his thumb to caress her soft cheek, following the line of her jaw to gently cup her chin, and tip her face upwards toward his own.

***Ai…eyes…want to look into your eyes forever…lips…***

Bending, he moved slowly, not wishing to push her too quickly or startle her, he allowed his lips to meet hers in a tender, almost chaste, kiss. Elrond pulled away for a moment, looking for any sign that might signal that she'd changed her mind about her choice. Seeing none, he dipped his head to kiss her again, longer this time…deeper…his hand sliding from her chin to the back of her head, tucking itself under the thick tresses that flowed freely down her back. He released her hand, his own finding her waist, pulling her against him. Pleased to feel her own hands slide up his chest to wrap themselves around his neck, he allowed the kiss to continue for several moments, before breaking away.

***Is this what it is like…so warm…so…***

Cupping her cheek with his hand, he asked softly, "My study would not be the suitable environment for this special night, Merenant…would you mind if we retired to my chambers, instead?"

Nodding shyly, she released her hold on his neck, but not before allowing her hand to feel the smooth texture of his cheek. He smiled, tucking her arm into his elbow, leading her out of the room and down the hallway to his private chambers. He opened the door, and she floated in to stop in the middle of the room.

Walking to stand behind her, he pulled her thick dark mane to the side, bending to feather her neck with soft kisses. Feeling her stiffen, he paused, whispering in her ear, "Are you well, Mere…do you wish to me to stop?"

"No, my Lord, no…please…" she whispered, her voice trailing off as her emotions finally overwhelmed her. She turned, throwing her arms around his neck, her lips found his, surprising him in their hunger.

His arms enfolded her, crushing her to his body, allowing her to feel his arousal for the first time, hard and hot even through the fabric of their clothes. His tongue gently pushed past her lips, entering her moist, hot mouth, gently exploring its depth and tasting her. Folding itself around, over and under her tongue, alternately firm and soft, he moaned into her mouth as he felt himself harden further.

Ever gentle, ever patient, Elrond led her closer to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. Slowly, his hand reached behind her to tug at the ribbons that laced closed her silver gown, loosening the ties. He slipped his hand inside her gown, sliding it over the smooth flesh of her back.

Reluctantly leaving her sweet lips, his own followed an uncharted map down the side of her tender throat, kissing and suckling gently at the soft flesh. Reaching the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he sucked harder, drawing warmth to the surface of her skin and a moan from her lips.

Sliding his hands from her back up her arms to her shoulders, he began to push her gown down, allowing it to fall and pool around her ankles. At last breaking the kiss, his eyes swept her form, drinking in the sight of her. This was the body that had haunted him for months…since that first day when he had treated her for the arrow wound…barely able to control himself, he scooped her up in his arms and laid her gently on his bed.

"So beautiful, Merenant…so lovely…" he whispered as he sat perched on the side of the bed, allowing his hand to cup one soft, full breast. Bending his head, his lips found her nipple, his tongue dancing circles around it, teasing the hard nub. Her hands threaded themselves in his braids as she softly moaned, arching into his mouth.

His free hand slid down over her ribs, caressing the taut flesh of her flat belly. Further they slipped, his fingers brushing the nest of dark curls that lay at the apex of her thighs. As she moaned into his hair, he allowed one finger to dip between her thighs, gently touching her folds.

Merenant's fingers slid from Elrond's hair to slowly explore his muscular shoulders, reveling in the feel of his smooth warm skin. Her body, responding to his touch, began to move on the bed, her hips arching into his hand as his finger slipped between her folds and tickled at the nub that lay hidden there. Suddenly, his hand was gone as he stood up, looking down at her, his eyes deep and darkened by lust.

His eyes never leaving hers, wanting to see her reaction, he quickly unfastened the fastenings of his robe, letting slide from his shoulders to join her gown on the floor. His lips parted, and he licked his lips as he watched her eyes widen at the sight of him, full and erect, nearly purple with his need.

She was suddenly afraid, he could see it in her eyes as he straddled her on the bed. Bending he whispered soft endearments to her, putting her again at ease before taking the tip of her ear in his warm mouth. Her gasp of pleasure and the feel of her arms around him encouraged him to seek her mouth again, ravishing her lips with his own. His arms supporting him on either side of her shoulders, he used a knee to gently separate her thighs.

Rearing between her parted legs, his eyes took in her moist folds, his erection bobbing and weeping as the sight of her brought him to a state of arousal he hadn't felt in centuries. His hands parted her folds, and sliding his body backward along the bed until he lay prone between her legs, his tongue darting forward to taste her.

Her thighs tightened, his hands wrapped around them, spreading them wider, his tongue and mouth teasing her folds and her nub, slipping into her depths. Her hips thrusting her mound up into his mouth, Elrond felt her begin her ascent. Quickly rising between her legs, he positioned himself at her entrance, and, as his thumb continued to push her toward her peak, he slowly slid himself into her body. He paused only when he felt the resistance of her maidenhead, aching to take her fully, but forcing himself to wait until she was in the throes of her climax, so that the pain of his entry would be less.

***My gods…Eru! Eru! Ai Eru! What is…Aiiiii!***

The force of her first orgasm ripped through her, arching her back off the mattress, her hands clawing at Elrond's chest, a primal scream torn from her throat. At that moment, Elrond broke through the barrier, sheathing himself fully in her. Even as her climax began to wane, he pumped himself in and out of her tight, hot channel, groaning as he felt his own release boiling up. With a cry that equaled hers, he came, filling her with his essence.

He nearly collapsed on top of her from the force of his orgasm, his shaking arms barely supporting his weight. He lay there panting for a moment, before claiming her lips in a kiss that was both sensual and proprietary. She was his…at least for this night…she was his.

Finally pulling away, he slid to lie at her side, his arms slipping around her, pulling her close to him. "I am sorry to have had to hurt you, Mere…it is always painful the first time, but will not be so again. From now on there will only be pleasure for you, I promise you this," he said softly.

"My Lord…Lord Elrond…I…there was no pain…I…never thought…I…" she stammered, tears of pure joy sliding down her cheeks. She turned to lay her head on his chest, wrapping her arm across him, weeping softly. "Thank you, my Lord…thank you."

"Sweet one…it is I who need to thank you…you have given me a wondrous gift, Merenant…one I will treasure and remember for all time." He softly kissed the crown of her head, his own tears dampening her hair.

"Lord Elrond…what do I do now? Do I go back to my room?" she asked, unconsciously tightening her arm around him, not wanting to hear his answer for fear it would mean leaving his bed.

"First, it is my desire to hear you call me by my name only, Merenant…please…" he nearly begged, fervently wishing to hear his name upon her lips.

"Elrond…Elrond…" she murmured, burying her face in his chest.

Drawing her up to face him, he kissed her again, his strong arms enfolding her, holding her close enough to feel her heart beating against his skin.

"No, My Sweet…stay with me, please. Stay with me, tonight…"

"Elrond…" she moaned softly as he kissed her again. He pulled at the comforter that had been shoved aside in their passion, drawing it over the two of them.

Safe in his arms, nestled against his side, her eyes slowly glazed over as sleep overtook her. Elrond breathed deeply of her scent, his face buried in her hair, before sighing deeply and allowing himself the same luxury.

TBC…