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“We leave Lindon at sunrise tomorrow, any further details can be discussed en route.” Elrond practically spat the last few words. The other expedition members shifted in their seats, uncomfortably, but Galadriel sat upright, uncowed.
When nobody made any efforts to stand up from their chairs, he clarified further. “This meeting is adjourned. You may leave!”
He knew he shouldn't have let them see him put his head in his hands - when he was already struggling with discipline among the party, it certainly wouldn't help. He shouldn't have lost his temper, either. Being level headed had always been a point of pride - but did leading a military party have to be so impossibly difficult?
But it wasn't all of them making Elrond’s job harder.
Did Galadriel, in particular, have to be so difficult?
From the corner of his eye, he saw her heading towards the door, between Vorohil and Camnir.
“Not you, lieutenant.”
Thankfully, Galadriel wasn't so insolent as to keep walking. She stepped aside before the doorway, but made no efforts to close the door when the last elf had passed through.
Would it give her more of an upper hand to ask her to close it, so she could once again ignore his instructions - or to just close it himself?
Elrond rolled his eyes and walked across to the door. There was no need for anyone else to hear them shouting. When he had thrown himself back into the carved wooden chair, exasperated, Galadriel at least followed him over to the table - although she seemed to have no sense of rank, sitting on the table next to him, above him, rather than returning to a chair.
“What is it, commander?” she asked sweetly, but he could see the gloating glint in her eye. Why she bothered with the act now, after defying him in front of everyone, he couldn’t figure out.
“You know what the issue is. How am I supposed to trust you as lieutenant when you disagree with everything I say?”
Galadriel’s voice took on a slight sneer of indignation. “Did you choose your lieutenant to agree with your every word, or to provide my own wisdom and best judgement?”
Elrond glared up at her. “I was not the one to choose you, as you well know. But I could handle some disagreement if you showed enough respect for my authority that -” his breath hitched slightly as he inhaled - “I could trust you to follow orders when the need arises.”
“I have been a soldier longer than you, I understand the chain of command!”
“Then prove your obedience!”
Galadriel’s expression changed. Her voice was slightly more sugared, again, when she asked, “What would you order me to do, commander?”
There was an emphasis on the final word, which Elrond interpreted as yet another taunt.
Elrond’s eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t had the chance to think that far, before confronting her. He didn’t want to interfere with her abilities, as a soldier, of course. And yet she would have to obey him on something she didn’t want to do. Could he require her to be silent for a period of time? Was there a food she didn’t like?
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Galadriel pulling at the laces of her armour around her wrists. “Oh, so predictable, Elrond. How male, what a man!”
He flinched. “What do you mean? I hadn’t asked for anything!”
“No, but you’d chosen, hadn’t you?” she taunted, sliding closer on the table. “Closing the door against everyone else, staring at my breasts. Of course you fantasise about that, don’t you, an obedient elf maiden lieutenant, sucking on your cock, following your every order.”
She added an unnecessary motion of her eyebrow on the final word.
Elrond felt himself turn red. Had he been staring at her breasts? They were, unfortunately, at the right height for it - but she was the one who had chosen to sit on the table.
Worse, could she actually know - about the number of times he had taken his cock into his hands, picturing her golden hair?
“The ring showed you that. I told you, stop wearing it!”
Galadriel’s eyes widened. “It didn’t.” A pause. “You mean... I’m correct?”
Elrond mentally berated himself for his mistake. “The ring lies, anyway! It was absolutely not under consideration.” And there was another mistake to cover up. “ Is not under consideration. And you were the one to bring this up, anyway!”
It was Galadriel’s turn to blush. But she slid closer, again, as she did so, till her hips were almost facing his on the table, her legs wider apart than there was any need for them to be - and Elrond felt himself getting hard. He refused to acknowledge it, refused to look down, but there was no way she hadn’t noticed.
She tilted her head sideways. Her hair shifted, and Eru, though it was always so beautiful, the way she was talking made his thoughts fixate even more.
“So if I, perhaps, wish to be ordered to have sex by my commanding officer... and you, perhaps, want to command your subordinate to fuck you... why isn’t it under consideration?”
Elrond groaned. He felt himself grasping at straws, being drawn along by her arguments - although he knew, should have known, they were all wrong. “If, hypothetically, I command you to fuck me, and, hypothetically, you want to fuck me - since you were the one who offered to fuck me in the first place, what does that prove?”
Galadriel sprung down from the table and, kneeling, rested her cheek on his leg. How did somebody so strong, so forceful, manage to feign such naivety in her eyes? “But you’ll make all the decisions on how we do it! I’ll obey your instructions exactly, I promise, commander!”
The way she addressed him was irresistible. Without thinking, Elrond put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her closer between his legs, and she seemed to understand the request immediately. In her eagerness, she had gotten halfway through unlacing his breeches before he thought better of it, and stopped her again.
“Galadriel, stop, I didn’t become a commander to abuse my authority.” He felt himself choking with worry. “I would never forgive myself if - if you thought -”
For the first time that day, Galadriel seemed to take something he said seriously. She drew back, rubbing his hand to comfort him, where it lay on the armrest. “Elrond, you have always been my good friend, somebody I know would do no such thing - even when I disagree with your choices.”
And then the serious moment was gone. “If you do not wish to think of it as dominating me with your cock to prove my submission,” she added, “Then perhaps I am merely desperate to be fucked - and you are doing me a favour - for which I will be grateful, and more amenable to your wishes, for the rest of the expedition.”
“And what if I told you to do something - and you absolutely - it was too much -”
This seemed to make her think for a moment, and then the ring around her finger was shining, a light that seemed simultaneously steady as the sun and to twinkle like a thousand stars.
“Touch it,” she told him. It was ice cold, and he quickly withdrew his hand. “I will signal if you go too far. Now please, commander, could I have my pussy filled with your cum?”
It was too irresistible a prospect for him to think further. “Get up, lieutenant. On your feet.”
Her true delight was visible on her face for a moment before the sweet, obedient act resumed.
He had her stand there long enough, her legs wedged against the table behind her, him lounging between the armrests, until she began to fidget. Only then did his next command come.
“Undress.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She shed the breast plate, and then the thin cloth garments underneath, and suddenly her breasts were before him, with only her hair in the way. She was reaching down to address her lower half when he put a hand on her elbow.
“Yes, commander?” she asked, from her bent position.
He didn’t answer verbally, but removed his hand from her elbow. He used it instead to brush the right half of the curtain of loose, wavy hair over her shoulder. Keeping that hand on her shoulder, he guided her towards him, and then brought his own lips to meet her nipple.
Galadriel’s breathing changed. He could hear it, rapid, with her mouth so close to his ear - her heartbeart, he could suddenly feel through his skin.
Elrond tried to slow himself down. Surely, if Galadriel’s goal was to prove she could do something difficult, he should make her withstand her own arousal for as long as possible? He made his lips wider around the dark skin in the centre of her breast, and brought the tip of his tongue to tap lightly on the nipple, experimentally, once - twice.
She moaned.
He brought his tongue in a circular motion, around it, probing not just the nipple but a wider area, and felt the curls of his own hair suddenly being grasped tightly in response.
With his free hand, not occupied in gripping her shoulder, Elrond reached for Galadriel’s other nipple. He pinched it sideways between his index finger and middle finger, then released it and placed his full palm to cup her breast, rolling it in a circle.
Galadriel started squirming. “Please, Elrond, can I - let me -”
“I thought I was in charge?” he asked, but let go of her. She managed to bend halfway down, trying to deal with the other half of her clothing, before getting stuck, given the limited space between his chair and the table.
Elrond pushed it backwards to give her space. The squelch of her underclothes being removed was audible. When she straightened before him, the glistening wetness peeked through the hair between her legs and stretched halfway down her thighs. Elrond finished undoing his own breeches, which she had started earlier, and took his cock into his hand.
How many times had he done this, imagining her?
How much better was the truth?
Her eyes, sparkling always, but today filled with so much extra excitement - her mouth, parted, wetted in anticipation - the beautiful curve of her breasts and hips, all of which he planned to grope later when she submitted to his cock.
She was awaiting further instructions.
Hesitantly, he offered her one. “Galadriel... compliment me.”
Her eyes softened. Did she still think of him as a lonely, orphaned boy, all these centuries later?
Was she right?
Regardless, she had started speaking. “Elrond, you are the first person I want advice from when faced with a difficult problem. You have wisdom few can match.” Elrond closed his eyes, stroking himself and savouring her words. “None who have experienced your friendship could ever wish to give it up. Every time I see - your kind face, your beautiful - curls of hair, the divine stature you have inherited - from Melian, my heart leaps.”
Her voice had begun to stumble, and he opened his eyes. Hers, too, were closed, and one of her hands was now between her legs, buried too deep for him to distinguish her fingers.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, lieutenant,” he stated softly. Her eyelids fluttered open, and when he felt they had fixed on him, Elrond gently withdrew her hand from between her legs. Holding her gaze with his own, he brought it to his own mouth, and went through her fingers one by one. Index finger to pinky, he contorted her hand to lick every drop of liquid off of each. She smelled delicious, tasted delicious - even the texture of the skin of her hands against his tongue was delightful.
By the time he had finished she was quivering. He slid forward in the chair, so his knees were on either side of her own, and took both of her wrists in one of his hands. It would be unfair not to give her something, when she was so clearly in need of it, but he took his time with his other hand, trailing it through the moistened areas along her thighs, circling her clit once with one finger and making a show of licking his own finger before burying it deep in her vagina for the first time.
Galadriel whimpered. “I’ll - I’ll do anything you say, commander. Tell me - tell me what to do for you.”
Elrond took a moment to focus just on the sensation against his finger. Yes, he had been able to see the wetness, but feeling it around his finger was something else. The inside of her was so textured, and her opening had widened so much to accommodate him.
And he would be fully inside her, soon. But there were other tasks to impress upon Galadriel’s obedience, first. “Do you think it’s unfair, lieutenant, my wearing a shirt, while you wear nothing?”
He released her wrists, and Galadriel reached for his collar, undoing the buttons as fast as she could. He toyed with her, several times curling the finger that penetrated her inwards towards himself, and each time, she seemed to lose focus on his buttons. When the shirt was fully undone, they faced the conundrum of how to get his arms out of the sleeves.
Elrond rotated his finger within her pussy, demonstrating no inclination to remove it. Through her tugging with both hands, they managed to free his other arm from the shirt. He brought his now bare arm to Galadriel’s opening, and in spite of his best efforts to swap fingers before she could feel it, she managed to scowl in the brief interim.
Still, she finished the job of stripping him quickly. Elrond chose to reward her by inserting a second finger, and she writhed for a moment, a sight he felt he could admire forever.
But surely Galadriel had distracted him, hadn’t she? Wasn’t the goal for her to demonstrate her obedience to his commands - and here Elrond found himself bewitched by her beauty, by the pleasure of making her wet, rather than commanding her.
He withdrew his hand, dripping with the wetness from between her legs. “Turn around, Galadriel, bend over.”
She turned her back to him, but then only bent herself slightly, seeming confused. He stood, placing a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her lower towards the surface of the table.
“There are still maps on the table, though?” she questioned.
“They’re my maps, lieutenant.” He accompanied the correction with another slight push downwards, and this time she acquiesced, flattening her breasts over its surface and turning her face sideways, to look back at him.
Her legs were closed, but when he touched a hand to the gap between them they opened, easily. Her wetness was still alluring, and he slid his hand through it, tangled his fingers through the coiled hair between her legs for a moment, before bringing his hand back to his own cock. If anything, it had managed to grow harder - although how, when the initial sight of her naked had so overwhelmed him, he didn’t know. He stroked it again, before bringing it up to press the tip against Galadriel’s slick opening for a moment.
“Please, commander!” she gasped.
Rather than inserting his cock, he stepped backwards, releasing her. “It shouldn’t be me doing this - you do it.”
Galadriel turned around, uncertainly. He had already shifted past the chairs to lean against the wall of the room, and she followed him, but stood with her hands limp once there.
“Are you my obedient elf maiden lieutenant or what?”
Galadriel appeared to recognise her own self-description immediately. She knelt down, making a show of separating her legs slightly, checking her head was at the right height - and finally, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the head was enveloped by her mouth.
He let her decide the pace at first, which she did well - first teasing the tip with her tongue, then squeezing the shaft ever so slightly with her lips, and using her hand at the base to draw it towards her at the same time. But it was intoxicating, and soon, without realising he’d done it, his hand had twisted through the golden hair on the back of her head, and was pressing her closer in.
He knew, on some level, that he was making noises, but was too wrapped up in the pleasure to control - or even hear - what they were.
And then everything seemed to be glowing, and he felt something ice cold against his leg.
Elrond released his hand from Galadriel’s head in shock. As much as he was already against the wall, he attempted to press himself into it further, to separate them, for however he had hurt her.
Galadriel practically fell off him, gasping, onto the floor, and his concern for her overwhelmed his embarrassment at his mistake.
“What’s wrong, darling?” he cried, bending down to kneel beside her.
“I just - needed to breathe,” she panted. But soon, the dazzling light filling the room had calmed down, and she resumed the flirtation which had affected him so much before. “I’m darling, now, am I? Where does that rank, against commander?”
It was silly, to blush, when they were both naked on the floor of the meeting room, and yet Elrond knew that he did.
“Is it - just about the sex for you?” he asked, sheepishly.
Galadriel gazed up at him. “What do you mean?”
“I just...” he trailed off. “Do I get to kiss you?”
Galadriel lifted herself halfway up, onto her elbows. “Are you sure? Would that impact your ability to lead... after?”
“If anything is going to mess with my judgement, it’s already done so.” He had scarcely finished his statement before his mouth was on her.
It was not particularly practical, being next to her, kissing her from this crooked angle. When he separated their lips to breathe, Galadriel spoke up. “I know you’re giving the commands, here, but since we’re already on the floor, you could just command me to accept your cock in my pussy, at this point?”
Elrond didn’t seem to notice the time it took her to straighten out, then, or himself to lay down above her and enter her - he just knew it had happened, because in a moment his cock was enveloped in the soft folds of her vagina. Yes, her mouth had been wonderful - but this blew it out of the water.
He tried to keep himself still, just for a moment, attempting to absorb and memorise every aspect of the sensation. Not just her pussy around her vagina, the way her legs were soaked, but the puffs of her breath, the soft pillows of her breasts - every inch of her body pinned underneath him.
And then he began to move, rolling his hips in and out of her, the tightness of the walls of her vagina sliding along his full length. There was no way to think about anything of the future, the past, the difficulties of their journey to Eregion, or what threats awaited them at the end.
There was only Galadriel’s eyes, staring up at him; and her smooth skin, available to touch; and her soft, pink lips, which now, finally, were well positioned for him to kiss.
It was in the midst of a kiss that they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Elrond froze, mid-stroke.
“Commander? Lady Galadriel? Do you need help?”
He had closed the door, but not locked it, Elrond realised. It would be a disaster.
“Vorohil? We’re just finalising some plans, nothing to concern yourself about!” Elrond called out, hoping the fear in his voice - and any other changes, compared to its state in the presence of the full party - were audible only to himself.
He mouthed at Galadriel, below him, to say something.
“Yes, we’ll be finished soon!” she confirmed.
It seemed to satisfy Vorohil, as they heard footsteps walking away.
“Will we be finished soon?” Elrond raised his eyebrows at Galadriel. The double entendre had hopefully escaped their interloper, but he was certain it was intentional.
She licked her lips. “With the way you’ve treated me, I could finish, easily, commander, if you’ll allow me?”
Elrond followed the guidance of Galadriel’s hand, lifting his hips slightly. She twisted underneath him, and soon rather than his cock gliding in and out of her, she was the one grinding her centre against his pelvis. Her breathing grew faster, and loudier, and Elrond squeezed her arm gently to get her attention.
“Should we perhaps be quiet?”
“You think Gil-galad will choose a different lieutenant, and then you wouldn’t be able to fuck me throughout the journey?” she teased, but nodded.
She came with Elrond’s hand over her mouth, stifling what would clearly have otherwise been a scream, her legs vibrating in a way Elrond could scarcely believe.
When she stopped moving, he released his hand from over her mouth.
“Is it my turn, lieutenant?” he asked, but he had already resumed moving within her.
She placed a hand behind his head, drawing his ear closer to her mouth, so he could hear her as she whispered. “I exist to be filled with your cum. How do you command me to help?”
“Bite me,” he whispered back, and seconds later, he was struggling to keep himself quiet as her teeth pressed on a spot on his shoulder.
It took more effort to gasp out the next instruction, when he was already so close. “Your fingers - my back - please.”
Waves of pleasure ran through Elrond, head to toe, as he finally filled her. She seemed to keep moving for an age, pulling more cum from him, although his weight pressed down on her, exhausted.
He opened his eyes when the starbursts in his head finally stopped. “I did not feel, at any point in this process, like I was in charge.”
Galadriel lifted a light kiss up to his lips. “I hope you have learnt something about the chain of command.”
He rolled off of her. “Let’s just clean up before Vorohil - let alone Gil-galad - returns.” He paused for a moment, then added, “Darling.”
Galadriel sat up, and laughed. Her gorgeous hair - now wildly tangled - set off her shining skin, and Elrond was glad to be able to acknowledge that without feeling guilty.
“Next time, I’ll be on top. And you’re giving me oral.”
Elrond reached to hug her. “There will be many next times.”