Discussion Over Dinner

Celeborn pushed his food around his plate with his fork. He really wasn’t hungry. He was too furious to even contemplate eating. He watched as Galadriel slowly polished off her meal, not a care in the world. She was completely oblivious of his feelings as usual. She continued to prattle on about the Fellowship, the Ring, and that the dangers that lay ahead for Frodo, completely unaware of her own peril.

Galadriel eyed Celeborn’s plate. “Is the food not to your liking?”

Celeborn continued to move his vegetables from one side of his plate to the other. “The food is fine.”

“Well quite playing with it and eat. You need to keep up your strength.” Galadriel promptly shoveled another forkful of her dinner into her mouth.

Celeborn glared at his wife and took another swallow of his wine. “I am surprised that you even noticed.”

“Of course, I noticed. Really Celeborn, one cannot miss you sitting there, pouting like a child.”

Celeborn slammed the silver goblet he was holding down on the table; wine splashed over the rim and stained the white tablecloth crimson. “You would be wise to hold your tongue.”

“And you would be wise not to imbibe any more alcohol on an empty stomach. That is your third glass this evening.” Galadriel sent her husband an icy stare.

“Now you presume to order me about as if I were not mor more than one of your lackeys,” Celeborn growled.

“Your table manners are lacking tonight. I would presume to suggest that to take yourself to our bed and retire for the evening. Perhaps in the morning, your behavior will be fitting of your status as Lord of the Galadrim.”

Celeborn regarded the haugfemafemale he had married all those years ago. She had been so beautiful and so full of life. There had been a sadness about her because of the kinslaying that she witnessed. He had wanted nothing more than to protect her, love her, and share his life with her. Now heted ted nothing more than to throttle her.

“Do not sit there and stare at me as if I have grown a second head. Remove yourself from my presence; I have no wish to coddle your ego. Do you think I do not know what is eating at you? Melian may have taught you to close your mind to me but your thoughts are plain upon your face. I have important work to do, for I plan to allow Frodo to look into my mirror. You would best serve me by remembering that I have the power here, for it is I who was given Nenya and it is I who will guide the Fellowship in their quest to destroy the One Ring.”

With a roar, Celeborn stood and with a wave of his arm, he swept the table clear of it burden. The room was filled with the sound of glass breaking and metal clanking as the dishes crashed to the floor.

Galadriel slid her chair back from the table and rose to leave the room. She would not sit and watch Celeborn throw a tantrum as if he were a babe stillswadswaddling. Before she realized just how furious Celeborn was, she found herself slammed face first on the table. His hand was firmly gripping the back of her neck and effectively pinning her in place.

Celeborn looked over his shoulder as the door opened and servants entered the room to investigate the crashing noises. “LEAVE US!”

The servants blanched and quickly left, closing the door behind them.

“Let me up this instant, Celeborn. You have overstepped your bounds,” Galadriel failing to keep the note of panic from her voice.

“I have stood idly by all these years as you have finagled yourself into your current position of power. Well, I tell you know that your preconceived notions of power are nothing but delusions of grandeur, my Dear, and now you shall taste my power. No longer will I be only a silent partner in this arrangement, content to stand at your side as nothing but an ornament. I am your husband and you shall treat me as such.” Celeborn’s voice had a dangerous edge to it.

“Celeborn, I am warning you. If you do not release me this instant, I will-”

Galadriel’s threat did in her throat as Celeborn gripped the neckline of her gown with his free hand and ripped it downward, exposing her back and ass to his view.

Celeborn ignored the whines, protests, and curses from his wife. He watched through hooded eyes as she struggled in vain, her ass wiggling enticingly. He felt himself harden in response to his complete domination of her. He ground his hips against her backside, leaving no doubts as to his intentions.

Galadriel froze as she felt his hard erection press firmly against her. Celeborn and her had not been intimate since she had conceived their only child, Celebrían. She had found the act of physical joining tedious and messy. She had delivered an heir and thus ending that part of their relationship. “Celeborn, if you think that we are going to rut like comHumaHumans in heat, you are sadly mistaken.”

“That is where you are mistaken, my Dear. I have every intention of fucking you like a common whore, bent before me across this table. And if you manage to actually perform instead of laying there like a dead fish as is your wont, I may actually pay you in gold for your services.”

Galadriel’s shriek of outrage fill the room and she began her struggles anew. “Release me this instant, you misbegotten son of an Orc.”

Celeborn answered her insult with a firm smack to the tender white flesh of her ass. “This can be enjoyable for the both of us or one of us. The choice is yours.”

“I would sooner play the whore for Sauron, himself, then give you the satisfaction of making me enjoy your pathetic attempts at giving me pleasure.”

“You shall play the whore, my dear. My whore.” Celeborn reached between her thighs and found that his wife, as usual, was dry.

He began to gently stroke the small bud nestled between her folds. He efforts were rewarded when he felt the first beads of dewy moisture coat his fingers. He probed her entrance with his fingers.

Galadriel couldn’t shake Celeborn’s hold on her neck. She grit her teeth determined not to enjoy the pleasant sensations he was creating. Her moan of pleasure caught her by surprise.

Celeborn smiled when he heard Galadriel moan. Let her enjoy this for now. Soon, he would dominate her completely. She would beg him to take her and she would never forget the feel of him slamming into her soft flesh.

Celeborn continued his gentle thrusting. His finger soon grew slick and he added a second. She was tight. Years had passed since the birth of their daughter and she felt like a maid who had yet to be initiated in the joys of joining with another.

Galadriel cried out as she felt Celeborn scissor his fingers. He was stretching her and there was some discomfort but the sheer pleasure was beyond anything she had experienced previously. She was beginning to regret her attitude in the past. She had often passively lain beneath him, urging him to have done with his pleasure. She had never allowed him to touch her so intimately.

“By the Valar, Celeborn, you undue me. Had I but known, I would have commanded you to pleasure me in this manner more often.”

Celeborn removed his fingers and glared down at his wife. He would not let her turn the tables so easily. He opened his robe and loosened the ties to his leggings. His shaft sp fre free from its confines, erect and weeping. He would show her who was in command.

“You forget, my Lady, that you are here for my pleasure.” He punctuated his statement with a hard thrust into her depths.

Galadriel cried out at the invasion to her core. His fingers had done little to prepare her for his true girth. He was like steel covered in velvet. He wounded her even as he soothed her. She moaned as her pain mixed with pleasure, the first heightening the second.

Celeborn stilled and allowed the sensation of her hot, wet, tight sheath envelope him. It had been too long since he had last joined with her or any other. Though his wife had been cold in the marriage bed, he had loved her too much to seek pleasure in the arms of another. That was her hold over him. He could not deny that he loved her as fiercely at this moment as he had the first time his eyes had beheld her golden beauty so many years ago. He withdrew and thrust again with such force that the table slid forward.

Galadriel gripped the table in a desperate effort to keep her balance. She groaned as Celeborn began his assault on her body. She was powerless beneath him.

Celeborn continued to thrust into her, intent on his conquest. He wanted to hear her cry out his name. He wanted to know that he had completely dominated her will and bent it to his own. She would enjoy his ravishment of her body. She would beg him for more.

Galadriel wanted to scream her pleasure but decorum prevented her. She was fighting a losing battle. This was a defining moment in their relationship. Did she dare give him this power over her?

Celeborn was lost on a rocking sea of ecstasy like a ship plowing through the ocean, he continued his brutal pounding. The sound of Galadriel moaning reached him and he increased his rhythm.

Galadriel was beyond caring. Let him win this war, her mind screamed. Let him command her in this manner. Long has she secretly desired for him to take the mantle of power from about her shoulders.

Celeborn smiled as Galadriel’s scream rent the air. He felt her body tighten as the first tremors coursed through it. She was his, now and forever. She would bow to him, if only privacy of their rooms. His release came swiftly with that knowledge and he roared her name.

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Galadriel stood upon the dock, awaiting the last boat from Arda. News had reached her that Celeborn had finally made the journey west. She smiled down at the silver haired boy standing next to her. He was the spitting image of his father. A faint blush stained her cheeks as she remembered the night of his conception. Celeborn and her had many more such discussions over dinner, each more fulfilling then thet.
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