5. What Fools We Mortals Be
“Good Morning,” came her sleepy voice. Her hands swept down his sides and up over his back, then caressing him back down to his buttocks.
He levered himself up on his lower arms over her and stared down at the face belonging to the body of the female he had obviously made love to and done so quite thoroughly in the previous hours. She smiled up at him and mischievously thrust up against his loins and wiggled a bit as she felt the stirrings of his arousal. As he put name to face, he suddenly stiffened remembered the happenings of the last twenty-four hours.
Amanda watched as waves of shock, memory and understanding passed over his face. Reaching up, she pushed his long hair back and smoothed the frown as it formed. “Elrond, don’t regret what has happened. Both of our responses should leave no doubt as to our needing or wanting it.”
He studied her intently for some time before nodding wryly and relaxing back against her his face nuzzling back into the curve of her neck. “It would seem that we have not finished yet either. It appears that a part of my body has a mind of its own.”
Amanda chuckled, “I would not object to its interest again but if you don’t mind, could we reverse our positions?”
Without responding he slipped his arms beneath her and flipped her over, she squeaked in surprise and quickly clenched her legs around his thighs and tightening her hold about his neck found herself now resting on the planes of his hard muscular body.
“Like this?” he questioned her and watched her reaction with amused interest.
She untangled herself from his body and sat up astride his hips on her knees laughing. “Just like that,” she agreed.
She noted with delight that in the process of flipping her he had managed to re sheath himself within her. Leaning forward above him she braced her hands against the headboard and watched as his eyes darkened with her movements. He lifted his legs and bent his knees, bracing her backside. His long fingers slowly splayed themselves over her hips holding her firmly against his thighs. With his eyes focused on hers, he gently thrust up against her several times. She responded by slowly rocking forward and rising slightly before repeating.
Elrond moved his hands in leisurely fashion over her abdomen and up under the lower curves of her breasts, cupping them and shaping them before rubbing and pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers then moving back down to her hips and seeking the sensitive jewel between her thighs to torture her sweetly.
With a low moan of she responded by bending over and capturing his lips in a deep kiss and thrusting her tongue in his mouth imitating the rhythm of his thrusting and riding his shaft more insistently. Groaning against her mouth he entangled his fingers in her hair and held her face prisoner while countering hungrily. Within moments his thrusts had become more powerful and deeper as he sought to carry them both to their release. Amanda stiffened and pulled herself upright as she ground her hips against his riding him hard. With his hands once more grasping her hips firmly he growled and thrust hard one last time climaxing deep into her core then fell back against the sheet hips bucking slowly several times as his body came down from his high. Amanda soon followed him falling boneless against his shuddering body.
As their breathing returned to normal Amanda rolled off of him and onto her side. Resting her head on a raised palm and studied his face. Chuckling she reached out her free hand and stroked his cheek.
“You must have all your female elves panting and plotting to get you into bed if this is any example of your prowess. It certain must match your ferocity in battle.”
Embarrassed Elrond felt a blush heat his face. He shook his head in denial. “You are the third lover I have taken since Celebrian left. I do not understand why I have suddenly become like one of the stags in rut. All I have to do is touch you and I loose total control. It is not rational. If we do not stop we will not be able to determine what all of this means nor will we be able to do anything about it.” Folding his arms behind his head he stared at the ceiling trying to understand why this was happening.
“I can certainly take it if you can. It would not be an unpleasant fate.” Amanda interrupted his train of thought rudely.
Surprised he swivel his head suddenly looking at her from under a quirked eyebrow. When he caught the gentle teasing glint in her eyes he smiled and laid back.
“Do you always take life so seriously? Do you ever do things just for enjoyment’s sake?” She played with several tresses of his hair smoothing them with her fingers.
He shook his head. “It seems that Iluvatar has give me the charge to build a refuge and hold it against the evil that is Sauron until he is defeated or the last of the elves have taken the final ship to the Undying Lands.”
“You will prevail.”
He looked back at her, “Is that in the story?”
“Sauron will be defeated and the elves will sail?”
“But you will not tell how it will happen or when.” He smiled ruefully, knowing what her answer would be.
“Well at least you have given me some hope.”
At his comment, she suddenly choked back a laugh and buried her face in his hair.
He turned again to look at her mystified. “What is that about?”
She turned serious and leaned over him. “When you have hope come to you, then you will know that the time of the final battle is near. There, I will say no more. I dare not.”
Any further conversation was interrupted by the sounds of Glori’s insistent barking. Amanda groaned. “I forgot about him. He needs to be fed and let out for a run.”
Moving back from him she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the bed. Crossing to the door she pulled a robe from the hook and slipped into it. “You can have the bathroom first, I will take care of him and get some breakfast started.”
He hesitated. “I can let him out and get the fire started in the fireplace. Elves do not feel the cold as harshly as humans. I do not know about the kitchen fire.”
She turned as she opened the door and looked back at him. He stood there nude with his black hair tumbling about his head down his back. It was a picture she would remember the rest of her life.
Swallowing hard, she shook her head, “Thanks, but I know where everything is. You shower and come on down when you are finished.”
He nodded and she closed the door behind her.
* * * * * *
Over the next five days they continued their conversations on both worlds. Ever the lore master, Elrond devoured every thing she could tell him about Earth and its history. When he asked about the physical makeup of Earth, she pulled out an old atlas that showed its continents and oceans.
“This is a very old one, at least eighty years…”
Elrond smiled at her explanation and Amanda suddenly paused realizing how silly her words sounded. The being in front of her was thousands of years old and the book’s age represented but a moment in time for him.
She grimaced then continued. “Some of these nations no longer exist and it doesn’t show current political boundaries. There have been some huge construction projects that have impacted on the face of the land but they aren’t included either.”
He raised an eyebrow quizzically and she explained about different canals that had been built letting the huge ships move from one ocean to another. She pointed out several large river systems that had been dammed providing power, flood control and irrigation for crops. She told about the building of long tunnels that pierced mountain ranges and cut travel time for both people and freight. He shook his head in wonder over the idea of the channel tunnel that linked the island kingdom with its neighboring continent.
When Amanda paused in her narrative, he waited patiently for her to continue.
She sighed. “This atlas was printed about the time Tolkien was writing his books about Middle Earth. He was a citizen of this island kingdom and he was constructing a mythical history for his country because he believed that they had been deprived of developing one of their own after an invasion centuries before by the country across the channel. It was the victor’s myths that became theirs and really didn’t reflect their culture up to that time. He placed your lands on this area of the continent. I suppose one could see the area near the island of Iceland as where you would expect your Undying Lands to be.”
He studied the map and nodded. “Is this where they built the underwater tunnel?” He indicated the channel.
“Can you tell me something of the culture he was creating it for?”
“Yes, they were born of a mix of tribes that were called Angles, Celts and Saxons. The island also had early waves of invaders called Vikings from up here in the Scandinavian Peninsula that….”
* * * * * *
And so it went, question after question, brief explanations that hinted at but did not satisfy leaving him desiring more information then ever.
His questions about the rulers of the lands of Earth led to an all day discussion of how early wandering tribes morphed into the city-states and then into kingdoms ruled by hereditary kings.
She pulled out an old history book that included pictures of the various styles of architecture common to the many civilizations and it was the stark beauty of the Greeks that captured his interest. When he asked about it he was taken aback when Amanda not only explained how it developed but addressed the broad impact that their culture, government, art, literature, mythology and religion had on later countries that rose on the European continent in later centuries.
Elrond appreciated how their republic form of government would appeal to the average human, but had great difficulty understanding how a country could function without the firm hand of a king to guide it.
“Have you not found it difficult to gain consensus among the many on establishing laws, collecting moneys to support armies, build roads and strong walls for your cities? Even in my small councils I often have great difficulty.”
Amanda laughed, “You bet we do, but it does work for us.”
* * * * * *
The next day found them examining individual conquerors and their reasons for pursuing power.
“Your people seem to have a bloodthirsty history with many who sought to subjugate all. We have had one or two, but nothing like yours. You mentioned some time back madmen that equalled Sauron?”
Amanda nodded. “In the early histories a Chinese emperor conquered many small city kingdoms and formed one large one…”
“Another Mongol tribal leader swept out of the east conquering a huge portion of Asia. He destroyed and slaughtered whole cities, cutting off heads and generally laying waste to them. His descendants continued to pillage and plunder for a couple of centuries.”
“Earlier there were a series of Persian and similar …”
* * * * * *
“…Alexander is considered one of the greatest military leaders ever to have existed. It came as quite a shock to his Greek neighbors when he conquered them and went on to capture the Persian Empire and spread even further beyond into India and Egypt.”
“Napoleon who took nearly all of Europe and nearly destroyed France. He was ultimately…”
“The worst of all, though, was Hitler. I would put him right up there with Sauron. He was responsible for the death of millions throughout Europe. He …”
Elrond shifted in his chair, leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees, "Was he mad?"
"Without a doubt."
"Let us stop here, I cannot absorb anymore any more of this just now."
"Very well." Amanda stretched. "I hope we can find something more pleasant to discuss tomorrow."
Rising Elrond crossed to the window and stared out at the snow flurries. Would the snow ever stop? He had come to terms with what had happened but he didn’t understand it. He realized that if he were indeed stuck here he would find it difficult to adjust. This world was even more alien then he had believed possible."