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Celebrimbor took a long sip from his cup and surveyed the table. Gathered for dinner were his old friends Galadriel and Celeborn and their grown daughter Celebrian. They had been staying with him until their home by the river was completed - a grand mansion with a mighty hall beneath it to satisfy the nature of Celeborn of Doriath. Celebrimbor did not much like him. He was half as wise as he thought, and twice as arrogant as he deserved to be. Still, Galadriel loved him and for that, Celebrimbor tolerated him.
Celebrian had the hair of her father but the face of her mother. Softer, not quite as beautiful, but still fair to look upon. He had grown accustomed to her as of late.
She glanced up at him and tried to hide her secret smile. He returned it slyly. Neither of her parents noticed.
“Thank you again for letting us stay so long.” Galadriel’s words floated through his daydreaming. She was giving him her most radiant smile.
“It has truly been my delight,” Celebrimbor replied and he smiled back at her. He couldn’t help it. Every time she looked at him it was like the stars were unveiled; he could not help but stare at her in wonder. If Celeborn noticed, he said nothing of it.
“You must be the first to join us for dinner when we’re ready for guests. It’s the least we can do.”
“I look forward to it. In the meantime, you’re always welcome to come here for whatever reason - you do not need an invite.”
Galadriel laughed. “Oh, I know. You’ve always been too generous to us!”
It pleased him like nothing else that he could make her laugh. “Nonsense! You’re too dear to me for me to treat you any other way.” He held her gaze and the world beyond slipped away. She loved him! She loved him, she loved him! Not as he loved her - but she loved him nonetheless! And these moments with her were precious. They were allowed to share the moment not long enough, as Celeborn delicately cleared his throat.
“Thank you again, my friend,” he said warmly. Celeborn of the Trees Galadriel chose, and Celebrimbor did not resent the choice. That did not mean that he liked the man. “For the meal and for your generosity.” He looked at Galadriel and she nodded. “The hour grows late, and we promised to meet with a messenger from Ereinion before midnight.”
The group stood at the same time to the sound of wooden chairs scraping over flagstone floor.
“When do you expect you’ll be back?” Celebrimbor asked.
“Two hours, perhaps three,” Celeborn answered. “We’ll let the sentry know when we ride out that we will return before dawn.”
Celebrimbor smiled. He hoped it wasn’t too strained. “Very good. That shouldn’t pose any problems with the staff. I hope all goes well.”
“Thank you,” Galadriel answered genuinely. “You’re alright here, aren’t you, my love?” she added to Celebrian.
Celebrian laughed lightly and said “I think I can amuse myself for a few hours. Go.”
They said their brief farewells and then Celeborn held out his hand and his wife took it, and together they swept from the room. Celebrimbor and Celebrian were left alone.
She glanced up at Celebrimbor who was watching her. He liked how she looked in the candlelight. The shadows stole some of her softness and sent a golden hue over her hair. She looked so like her mother like this.
He remember the first time they had been together. It had started on an evening like this - all light had faded but candles and she had looked so fair. Celebrimbor hadn’t been able to resist reaching out and touching her hair. Her lips had parted at his touch and she had looked upon his face with a reverence he had not seen in an age - it had been intoxicating. He had been drunk on it. When she had hesitantly kissed him, he knew he should have stopped. She had kissed him like she loved him.
“I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” he told her quietly as he began slowly walking around the table to her.
“Will you visit me?” she asked.
“Would you like me to?”
Celebrian straightened up. “Would you like to?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Not sure?” she echoed.
He came to stand in front of her, so close they could kiss. “Would you make me see the dungeons your father’s had built?”
“They’re not dungeons.”
“One cannot see the stars from there - they may as well be.”
“There is beauty in delving deep, my lord.”
He licked his lips and grinned. He liked it when she called him that. She called him that when she wanted something. Usually the thing she wanted was him. And he had been throwing her looks all evening filled with desire. Earlier that day he had whispered to her where they passed in the corridor that he wanted her that night. Years ago he had discovered that she was more pliable when she felt wooed. To seduce her took a day, not an hour. “I should like to delve deep, my lady.”
Celebrian’s brow furrowed and she shook her head slightly. “No, Tyelpe, that is not a fine thing to say.”
Lips pulled back across teeth and he laughed. His hands came to her waist and slipped around to the small of her back. He pulled her tight against him. “I am no wordsmith, my lady, forgive me.”
She bit her lip and arched against him instinctively. “One cannot be master of many crafts - those who wield the hammer so rarely wield well the pen. So there is nothing to forgive.”
“Would you rather I master the pen?” Celebrimbor whispered. He looked into her eyes and saw that same devotion he saw the first time. It was intoxicating.
“I would rather you master me.” Her voice was quiet, her eyes now fixed on his mouth. She tried to close the distance between them but he leaned back. “Take me to your bed, Tyelpe?”
He shook his head once. “Here.”
He granted her one kiss. It was sudden. It was full of the passion he had withheld during the long dinner, of the lust he had carried with him for as long as he could remember. He closed his eyes and saw Artanis kissing him, not Celebrian. When he parted her lips, it was Artanis that he tasted, it was her tongue that slid over his. Hands curled against his chest and gripped his robes and when he broke the kiss to lick a line up a curved ear, the hair brushing his cheek was almost gold. He slipped one hand over the curve of her backside and slid his fingers in the space there. The lady reached up on her toes and pressed herself more tightly against him. After years of discipline, he had taught her to stay silent. She sounded so much like her father.
“My lady,” he groaned against her ear. “I’ve longed for you all night.” He bit the tip and grazed his teeth back down and delighted in the sound of her hitched breath. Eyes still closed, he turned her in his arms and she pressed back against him. He was beginning to harden already. When he opened his eyes, he caught sight of the fireplace and guided her there. Initially he intended to fuck her over the table, but the hearth would bathe her in orange light, and it helped.
With her still in his arms, he reached for the golden belt of braided gold around her waist. Her hands covered his and together they unclasped it and let it drop to the floor. The soft skills of her outer dress were easily slipped over her head, and then came the embroidered blue dress beneath. He unlaced it quickly around her stomach and ran a flat palm over the cotton shift that was the only thin layer left between their skin. She was softer than Artanis - the Golden Lady had known wars and struggles and was hardened outside and in. Celebrian was softer, with no desire for battle and sharpness was in her mind, not her form. He tried not to think of Celebrian. Artanis. Artanis.
“Let me,” she murmured. Celebrimbor closed his eyes as she removed his robes and kissed his skin as more and more became exposed. Her mouth knew him by heart now, knew what he most liked. He wound a hand into her hair and moaned softly when her kisses found where his neck met his shoulder. His lady loved to shower him with affection. She loved to worship him, to adore him. Artanis. Her hands were not idle in their affection, either, and they stroked his stomach, his sides, his shoulders and back. His cock became hard and curved up to his stomach.
She kissed the sensitive spot below his ear and it raised goosebumps along his arm. She whispered lowly into his ear “can I taste you?”
“No,” he groaned. He would not allow her to debase herself.
“Please?”
Celebrimbor’s strong hand gripped her jaw suddenly and he pressed his finger and thumb against her cheeks to force her mouth open and he kissed her hungrily, all tongue and teeth. With his other hand he reached behind her again and pressed his fingers between her legs. She was hot and slick with barely any attention paid to her. Celebrimbor adored how much she wanted him. It made his cock twitch. He forced his thigh between her legs and instinctively she began grinding against it. He let her for a long moment, feeling the heat pulsing at the top of her thighs like a fire. She soaked through her cotton shift. He broke their rough kiss to yank it over her head.
Then she was in his arms, her hands on his shoulders and her legs about his waist. He had barely begun to play with her and already she was demanding him like this, and he obliged. Swift steps took him to the hearth and he pressed her into the wall beside it and reached between them to line himself against her. He grasped her hips and pressed her down and she bit her lip to stop herself from groaning in relief. He closed his eyes and thought of her.
He almost spoke her name. Artanis. Artanis. How perfect she would be in his arms. How her cunt would be so wet for him, how he would fit perfectly within her. Celebrimbor leaned down and took one breast into his mouth and sucked. He ran his tongue around her nipple and caught it between his teeth only to soothe with his tongue again. He loved the feeling of it in his mouth and how her muscles responded around his cock when he ran the flat of his tongue over the tip.
She bit the back of her hand when he let her breast slip from his mouth. He turned his attention to her ear and took the lobe between his lips, breathing hard through his nose as he did. Between them there was a steady pace and Celebrimbor could already feel pressure building. And so, with her lobe still in his mouth which almost made her break her silence, he pulled from her and set her back on her feet.
“Hands and knees,” he told her hoarsely. He pressed a kiss to her hair, gold in the firelight. She did as she was bid without question and Celebrimbor enjoyed the sight.
She was flushed and red between her legs and she glistened and his mouth watered. Artanis. How she could so easily be Artanis like this. His body knew the routine and almost automatically he got onto his back and slid between her thighs. Her stomach tensed when he ran the flat of his palm across her lips and his thumb dipped between to run a circle around her clit. It was hard and hot and he carefully pushed back the hood with practiced movements. She was so sensitive, her hips jerked up. Firm arms clamped around them anyway and he pulled her down to sit on his watering mouth. Looking up, Celebrimbor saw her head thrown back and golden hair cascading down her body.
His lady tasted of the sea. He parted her lips with his tongue and drew her clit against his mouth and gently sucked. It was divine. Much time they had spent together, and he had been careful to understand what she liked, just as he dreamed of doing with her mother. He ran steady circles around the base, careful not to apply too much pressure to the head. She was so sensitive. He paid attention to the rest of her and titled his chin to lick down to her entrance. Demure Celebrian was not so shy astride his face and when his tongue pried at her entrance, she ground down and caught her clit against his nose. He relished it.
How Celebrimbor yearned for Artanis to fuck his face like that.
He dined between her legs like that until his jaw ached. Minutes, hours, he did not know. He did not care. Above him, a golden lady took her pleasure and that was enough. When a single gasped moan escaped her, he slid out from under her. She would not come on his mouth. They would come together, as they were supposed to.
“Tyelpe-“ she moaned before he clamped his hand over her mouth. She sounded so much like her father. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the image.
“My lady,” he groaned and bit her ear. “On your knees again.”
Once again, she did as she was bid and Celebrimbor admired her again. Hair, golden in orange light, spilled across her damp back and he ran an appreciative hand down her spine. The other hand caressed her breasts, her belly, her cunt. He held her there when he slid back inside her. His crooked fingers gently pressed her clit between them.
He fucked her steadily. So miraculous did she look in the firelight that Celebrimbor could not help but truly be swep away in fantasy. Perhaps it truly was Artanis with him, sharing her body with him and responding to his every touch. Perhaps she did love him in return, perhaps his love was not wasted. His eyes pricked. He stroked her hair. He fucked her faster.
“Ty-“ she choked.
“Shh,” he soothed. It was a command she heeded.
She gripped his wrist and made sure he didn’t move his hand as she chased her orgasm.
He swore under his breath.
She looked over her shoulder at him and he closed her eyes so he would not see any gaze but the one he imagined. His mouth opened in silent cries and her body responded, muscles tightening, breaths faster and faster, grip firmer, muscles even tighter and together and everything was slowing down and getting quicker and the pressure was building too much and-
She crashed first, the cry of his name barely passing through teeth.
“Artan-!” Celebrimbor choked. He spilled inside of her with a blinding golden light and slumped over her. He buried his face into golden hair.
Celebrian collapsed onto the cold stone floor beneath them and buried her face in her arms. Celebrimbor carefully pulled out of her and rolled onto his side next to her. They panted. He ran his fingers through her hair. He wiped his mouth where she dried stiff on his skin. He smiled slightly.
“Come here,” he murmured, and pulled her to him. She sank against him, her back against his chest, and cradled his hands in her own.
“You said her name again,” she breathed. It was barely audible over the crackle of the fire beside them.
Celebrimbor stiffened. “I-“
“It’s alright.”
Resting his forehead on her shoulder, he gently kissed her skin. “I think of you.”
“You don’t need to lie,” she said softly. “I don’t mind. To share this with you in enough.”
Celebrimbor squeezed her slightly and ran his nose through her hair. He feared the day when for him, this stopped being enough