Thranduil and Celebrian collab
OOC: You'll realise how old this is when I say this was started when we still had a full compliment of Elves and Valar. We started it, got caught up in RL and never really finished it, so it's got a nice fade to black at the end.
Thranduil/Celebrian
R at most
He stands and straightens his tunic, once more offering his arm out to her.
"Shall we retire to my rooms then?" He asks, waiting for her politely.
His gaze is drawn to her hair, so much paler than that of the one so far from him now, almost enough to make him reconsider, but her smile, her manner, almost everything else about her forces him to shake such thoughts from his head.
She looks up to the elf standing before her and smiles. He was being so proper and formal. That would change.
She stood up and hooked her arm onto his, leaning in close and nibbling his ear briefly before pulling away and grinning.
"I think that would be a good plan."
He shivers at her touch, and pulls her closer. "Are you sure you know what you're doing here?" he whispers, ghosting a touch over the tips of her ears.
She smiles at him in an almost knowing way, then looks back to the library thinking of her husband, but oddly he was not there.
He had not loved her for many years, she had changed.
She had tried to try again but...
She looks back up at Thranduil.
"It has been a while but I think I remember." she says teasingly.
He grins at her, holding her close.
"For me as well..." he trails off, looking slightly morose. "But perhaps we should hurry along, so we're not caught."
He laughs and tugs her along, not far from his rooms.
"I think it would give our families a taste of their own medicine,” she said with a mischievous grin, then allowed him to guide her to his rooms.
Pulling open the door, he holds it open.
"As appealing as that is, perhaps we should save such exhibitionism for a later time, should you want to."
Walking into his room she turns and pulls him in by his tunic. Stroking his chest she looks into his eyes and says; "I'm more concerned with right now actually. Besides there is always their party for exhibitionism."
He laughs and shoves the door closed with his foot.
"True, true."
That said, he brushes her hair from her face and leans down and kisses her, much more slowly than in the gardens.
She responds to the kiss deeply.
Her hands stray into his hair as her passion increases.
One of the small braids holding his hair back starts to come free of its ties, he ignores this, and holds the back of her neck, his fingers curling themselves into her hair as he leans in.
He feels as though he's drunk, it's been so long and this is just so right to him.
For the first time in so long she isn't thinking of her children or her duty to her mother, her family.
Simply her duty to herself.
She breaks the kiss, looks at Thranduil and smiles.
As she pulls away from him, he does so too freeing his hand from her hair and finding himself a seat on the desk top, it being the nearest flat surface and pushes his hair from his face.
"Is there something wrong, my lady?" He asks, adding emphasis to the last two words as he wraps his hands round her waist, pulling her close so she's rested up against his knees, his legs swinging under the table.
"Not at all your majesty." she says with a grin.
A thoughts pops into her head; "I don't have to keep calling you that, do I?"
She leans in and nibbles at his ear, far more determined than before.
"I hope not," he breathes out, as his hands start to pull at the lacings of her dress, and pressing face to the crook of her neck.
She sighs breathlessly and moves her hands down his neck slowly to his tunic ties, which she undoes.
"Are you going to help with this or not?" she says smirking before once again claiming his lips as hers with a deep kiss.
He presses a brief kiss to her finger, then leans and does the same to her palm, and then her wrist before leaning back to shrug the shirt off.
Reaching round, he pulls at the lacings of her dress, just so they come loose, and looks up at her, an expectant look in his eyes.
She smiles obligingly and reaches behind her and fully undoes the lacings.
Slowly she pulls at the shoulders letting the dress flop down from her body,
surprisingly leaving nothing but her skin.
She smiles at Thranduil.
He smiles back, gazing down at her. Tentatively he reaches out a hand, letting it trail down her neck, passing lightly over her breast before settling it on her hip.
"So beautiful..." he mumbles, kissing her again.
Her skin tingles as he touches it. She feels very alive and as he speaks she can barely breathe.
She holds onto him kissing him softly and thanking the Valar for a second chance.
He's at a loss of what to say or do for a moment, until he realises that the desk (and not even his desk, although it would serve Elrond right) is not the place for him to engage in such activities with another’s wife. No, the guest bed is far more inappropriate. He lifts her effortlessly, but as he pads the few steps to the bed, he trips, dumping her somewhat unceremoniously onto the mattress. He flushes with embarrassment, then sets about divesting himself of his boots and his breeches, his eyes never leaving Celebrian's pale form.
She cannot help but laugh at his clumsy boyish movements, his tripping.
She is taken back to her youth when supposedly noble Elven males would attempt to woo her and then stumble upon their words making her laugh and her father too.
But the memory is put back as she looks at Thranduil and is taken in by him. How his kingly stature is suddenly gone and replaced by a haphazard beauty who somehow knows her better than the family that she had to leave behind.
Yes she is changed, thankfully changed enough to accept this woodland elf into her heart and her bed.
"Come here" she says with a blissful smile on her face.
Finally pulling the last of his clothes off, he perches himself on the edge of the bed, a hand on her shoulder.
"I'll confess it's been a while since I did anything like this, and I am rather at a loss I'm afraid."
Utterly shocked at his sudden decline of enthusiasm she decides to use a different tactic and smiles wickedly.
"Oh, well I suppose I shouldn't really expect any better. Elrond always did say that woodland elves were bad lovers, and well, he definitely wasn't..." She closes her eyes and licks her lips, " Mmm... Pity he isn’t here..." smiles and Thranduil expectantly.
Thranduil looks highly insulted for a moment, then shakes his head.
"Those Noldor always were too damn cocky."
The hand on her shoulder moves down to cup her breast, and gently he urges her further towards the middle of the bed to give him enough room to lie beside her.
She cups her hand round his neck and pulls him over to her as she moves to allow him space and presses her lips against his passionately. Perhaps more so than she had originally intended.
But her youthful love of life, all that she lost in the west is coming back to her and she isn't going to let go.
Thranduil tangles one hand in her hair, the other roaming her body as he presses himself against her. It's been too long he thinks, he's missed the feel of another beside him.
He moans into the kiss and continues his slow, gentle touches across her body.
She responds equally to his touch, one hand remaining around his neck the other stroking his back.
She hooks a leg over his hip and around his back, moaning at his teasing touches.
Stray thoughts pass through his head, and for a moment, a look of panic races across his face until he takes a breath and calms himself somewhat. In an attempt to banish such thoughts (why should he though, he thinks) he kisses Celebrian again and rocks his hips against her.
"Need you..." he mumbles into the kiss, smoothing his hands over her more firmly now.
She becomes confused as she watches the expressions on his face change from worry to panic to lust. Only when his touch became firmer did she hold back slightly slowing him down with a deep kiss and softer strokes of his back.
"Lets try to live this how we should, an awakening" she whispers to him with a coy smile.
Thranduil/Celebrian
R at most
He stands and straightens his tunic, once more offering his arm out to her.
"Shall we retire to my rooms then?" He asks, waiting for her politely.
His gaze is drawn to her hair, so much paler than that of the one so far from him now, almost enough to make him reconsider, but her smile, her manner, almost everything else about her forces him to shake such thoughts from his head.
She looks up to the elf standing before her and smiles. He was being so proper and formal. That would change.
She stood up and hooked her arm onto his, leaning in close and nibbling his ear briefly before pulling away and grinning.
"I think that would be a good plan."
He shivers at her touch, and pulls her closer. "Are you sure you know what you're doing here?" he whispers, ghosting a touch over the tips of her ears.
She smiles at him in an almost knowing way, then looks back to the library thinking of her husband, but oddly he was not there.
He had not loved her for many years, she had changed.
She had tried to try again but...
She looks back up at Thranduil.
"It has been a while but I think I remember." she says teasingly.
He grins at her, holding her close.
"For me as well..." he trails off, looking slightly morose. "But perhaps we should hurry along, so we're not caught."
He laughs and tugs her along, not far from his rooms.
"I think it would give our families a taste of their own medicine,” she said with a mischievous grin, then allowed him to guide her to his rooms.
Pulling open the door, he holds it open.
"As appealing as that is, perhaps we should save such exhibitionism for a later time, should you want to."
Walking into his room she turns and pulls him in by his tunic. Stroking his chest she looks into his eyes and says; "I'm more concerned with right now actually. Besides there is always their party for exhibitionism."
He laughs and shoves the door closed with his foot.
"True, true."
That said, he brushes her hair from her face and leans down and kisses her, much more slowly than in the gardens.
She responds to the kiss deeply.
Her hands stray into his hair as her passion increases.
One of the small braids holding his hair back starts to come free of its ties, he ignores this, and holds the back of her neck, his fingers curling themselves into her hair as he leans in.
He feels as though he's drunk, it's been so long and this is just so right to him.
For the first time in so long she isn't thinking of her children or her duty to her mother, her family.
Simply her duty to herself.
She breaks the kiss, looks at Thranduil and smiles.
As she pulls away from him, he does so too freeing his hand from her hair and finding himself a seat on the desk top, it being the nearest flat surface and pushes his hair from his face.
"Is there something wrong, my lady?" He asks, adding emphasis to the last two words as he wraps his hands round her waist, pulling her close so she's rested up against his knees, his legs swinging under the table.
"Not at all your majesty." she says with a grin.
A thoughts pops into her head; "I don't have to keep calling you that, do I?"
She leans in and nibbles at his ear, far more determined than before.
"I hope not," he breathes out, as his hands start to pull at the lacings of her dress, and pressing face to the crook of her neck.
She sighs breathlessly and moves her hands down his neck slowly to his tunic ties, which she undoes.
"Are you going to help with this or not?" she says smirking before once again claiming his lips as hers with a deep kiss.
He presses a brief kiss to her finger, then leans and does the same to her palm, and then her wrist before leaning back to shrug the shirt off.
Reaching round, he pulls at the lacings of her dress, just so they come loose, and looks up at her, an expectant look in his eyes.
She smiles obligingly and reaches behind her and fully undoes the lacings.
Slowly she pulls at the shoulders letting the dress flop down from her body,
surprisingly leaving nothing but her skin.
She smiles at Thranduil.
He smiles back, gazing down at her. Tentatively he reaches out a hand, letting it trail down her neck, passing lightly over her breast before settling it on her hip.
"So beautiful..." he mumbles, kissing her again.
Her skin tingles as he touches it. She feels very alive and as he speaks she can barely breathe.
She holds onto him kissing him softly and thanking the Valar for a second chance.
He's at a loss of what to say or do for a moment, until he realises that the desk (and not even his desk, although it would serve Elrond right) is not the place for him to engage in such activities with another’s wife. No, the guest bed is far more inappropriate. He lifts her effortlessly, but as he pads the few steps to the bed, he trips, dumping her somewhat unceremoniously onto the mattress. He flushes with embarrassment, then sets about divesting himself of his boots and his breeches, his eyes never leaving Celebrian's pale form.
She cannot help but laugh at his clumsy boyish movements, his tripping.
She is taken back to her youth when supposedly noble Elven males would attempt to woo her and then stumble upon their words making her laugh and her father too.
But the memory is put back as she looks at Thranduil and is taken in by him. How his kingly stature is suddenly gone and replaced by a haphazard beauty who somehow knows her better than the family that she had to leave behind.
Yes she is changed, thankfully changed enough to accept this woodland elf into her heart and her bed.
"Come here" she says with a blissful smile on her face.
Finally pulling the last of his clothes off, he perches himself on the edge of the bed, a hand on her shoulder.
"I'll confess it's been a while since I did anything like this, and I am rather at a loss I'm afraid."
Utterly shocked at his sudden decline of enthusiasm she decides to use a different tactic and smiles wickedly.
"Oh, well I suppose I shouldn't really expect any better. Elrond always did say that woodland elves were bad lovers, and well, he definitely wasn't..." She closes her eyes and licks her lips, " Mmm... Pity he isn’t here..." smiles and Thranduil expectantly.
Thranduil looks highly insulted for a moment, then shakes his head.
"Those Noldor always were too damn cocky."
The hand on her shoulder moves down to cup her breast, and gently he urges her further towards the middle of the bed to give him enough room to lie beside her.
She cups her hand round his neck and pulls him over to her as she moves to allow him space and presses her lips against his passionately. Perhaps more so than she had originally intended.
But her youthful love of life, all that she lost in the west is coming back to her and she isn't going to let go.
Thranduil tangles one hand in her hair, the other roaming her body as he presses himself against her. It's been too long he thinks, he's missed the feel of another beside him.
He moans into the kiss and continues his slow, gentle touches across her body.
She responds equally to his touch, one hand remaining around his neck the other stroking his back.
She hooks a leg over his hip and around his back, moaning at his teasing touches.
Stray thoughts pass through his head, and for a moment, a look of panic races across his face until he takes a breath and calms himself somewhat. In an attempt to banish such thoughts (why should he though, he thinks) he kisses Celebrian again and rocks his hips against her.
"Need you..." he mumbles into the kiss, smoothing his hands over her more firmly now.
She becomes confused as she watches the expressions on his face change from worry to panic to lust. Only when his touch became firmer did she hold back slightly slowing him down with a deep kiss and softer strokes of his back.
"Lets try to live this how we should, an awakening" she whispers to him with a coy smile.