Galadriel's Bath

Posted: October 2004
Title: Galadriel's Bath
Author: Alex
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCHet
Characters: Celeborn/Galadriel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author's Note: Celeborn-muse likes his wife and so do I.
Summary: Galadriel is tired and seeks to relax.

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GALADRIEL'S BATH

Galadriel was tired.

She lay back in her private bathing pool and closed her eyes. She must have drifted off, because the splash startled her. She looked up at the naked form of her beloved husband, Lord Celeborn.

"May I join you, my Lady?"

She sat up and he moved behind her, settling into the soothing warm water and pulling her back against his chest. She shivered as his large, elegant hands soothed her knotted shoulders.

"They are not the only ones who are weary, my love," Celeborn lifted her golden tresses and spoke the words against the tip of her ear. "I would lift your burden as much as I am able." His arms circled her and held her loosely. She felt her weariness drain away in his care.

"You do know that their coming is the beginning of the end for us here in Middle Earth?" She knew how much he loved this world.

"Aye, I know that if they do succeed, the rings will lose their power and that you will go to the Undying Lands. But I know that if they do not succeed, that we will all be destroyed or worse by the darkness."

As he talked, he moved his hands across her stomach, remembering the child she bore him, the daughter who waited for her mother on the other side. He remembered conceiving that daughter under moonlit skies. He let his hands drift up to cup her breasts, soft and round. He had taken both comfort and pleasure from them so many times. He felt his own body stir as he flicked a nipple to hardness with his thumb.

He nibbled her ear and cupped her other breast in his hand. She felt him harden against her back and she turned her head so he could kiss her. His kisses still made her breathless. When she tried to turn in the water, he placed his hands on her hips to stay her.

His hands came to rest below the water when he moved them from her hips, finding her soft hair and the folds concealed from his view by the water. He knew what she liked, knew her body as well as his own as his fingers circled the tiny bud hidden within the warm, wet folds.

Galadriel moaned quietly as he touched her, wondering how he managed to excite her so much after all these years and how she'd ever manage without him. But this was not the time for that, not tonight. Tonight, she would just be his and let him soothe her and love her as he did so well.

"I love you, my sweet Lady." He kissed her again and lifted her so she sat in his lap rather than between his powerful thighs. He pressed his erection against her and slipped a long finger inside of her, and swallowed her moan with his kiss.

She spread her legs so she could lift herself then slid back down onto him, taking him inside her as he had more times than she could count. As always, he growled low in his throat as he penetrated her heated body. He held her still with one arm and moved beneath her, while he continued to massage her clitoris.

Pleasure came fast and it came hard to them both, fueled by the knowledge that it had begun, the beginning of the end, when Frodo Baggins and the One Ring had crossed the border into Lothlórien.

"I will always love you, no matter what happens," he whispered, as she lay back against him, still joined to him though quiet and languid now.

"I know, my Lord. That is the one thing I *do* know."

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THE END

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