Lost Out Of Time II : The Coming Together: 30. Who Rules Here?

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30. Who Rules Here?

Middle Earth, Imladris, Third Age, Spring 2863,

Elrond rubbed his brow and leaned back tiredly in his chair as he watched Erestor and Glorfindel leave his office. The previous few hours had been less productive then he had wished for. His attempts to get Eleiann and Theodore to agree to his open acknowledgement of Eleiann as his daughter had proven disappointing. Pointing out they did not yet know what their purpose for coming to Middle Earth entailed, Eleiann continued to firmly insisted it would be best to keep any questions of their relationship to a minimum until they knew more. Her sudden arrival would lead to questions that they were in no way prepared to answer.

In spite of Amarie’s conciliating efforts, tension built until Theodore offered a possible compromise arising out of an old tradition that would allow Elrond to maintain an obvious interest without an outright declaration of their relationship. If Eleiann were accepted as a “foster” within the household, then few would actually question her presence and training as a healer. Any suspicions would remain just that, suspicions.

Elrond pointed out that certain family resemblances would make that a moot point and that when his children met her there would be a great deal of questions anyway. His two youngest already knew about her and certainly would be all to eager to make the relationship known.

“It would not necessarily be impossible, meleth nin,” Amarie mused almost to herself. “As for any resemblance, she has already acknowledged her father came from Imladris and many here have similar coloring and features. If the children were to treat her as an ‘adoptive’ sister then few would even question it.”

Elrond finally acquiesced reluctantly. “Very well, but there are one or two who will have to know in order to ease her way within Imladris. I intend to inform Erestor and Glorfindel who she is. There may come a time when she needs protection or assistance if I, or Amarie, are not available. She needs to be able to seek them out without difficulty.” He turned to Eleiann. “It also follows that if they come to you stating that a situation exists that requires your cooperation you will comply without question. The knowledge that both of you carry could prove disastrous for Middle Earth and your world should Sauron obtain it. It would not be inconceivable he could find a way to seek out your world and even with the weapons your people have at their disposal his evil would corrupt and destroy it.”

Shaken by his words Eleiann turned to her uncle Ted and watched him for some time white faced. She shuddered at the thought of Sauron let loose in her world. When he finally nodded she turned back to her ada. “If they will to agree to keeping my identity quiet, then I will do as you ask.”

After the visitors had finished dinner and returned to their quarters, Elrond

called Erestor and Glorfindel into the office to share his news. He poured glasses of miruvor and they all settled down companionably. Since he had already told them about his strange visit years before, they accepted his latest information with little surprise. He was disappointed when both agreed with Eleiann’s concerns.

“I agree with her, Elrond. The fewer questions that are raised the fewer opportunities will occur requiring answers we cannot provide. Knowledge of their origins would shake our world to its foundations and the information she has could make her and her relatives prime targets for Sauron’s attention.” Erestor shook his head in bewilderment. “I cannot fathom what Eru and the Maia could be planning, but it has added to our danger incalculably. We will have to be extremely cautious with regards to her presence.”

Elrond looked over at Glorfindel. “Do you have anything to add, ‘Fin?”

“No, mellon nin. She is wise to be so cautious.”

“She is also very stubborn.” Elrond sighed.

“I wonder who she gets that from?” Erestor chuckled gazing at his friend humorously.

Elrond lifted an eyebrow and shook his head, “Definitely her naneth.”

Raising his glass in a mock toast Erestor grinned and saluted his friend.

Some time later after his two friends has left Elrond sat at his desk pondered what had occurred over the past few months. Certainly the past few days had been momentous for him. Finding that he was once more a father had been unsettling. Not that he minded, but he had a feeling that this one was going to prove a challenge. Shaking his head over the versisatudes of being a parent he straightened his desk and snuffed the candles out.

Sighing Elrond rose and crossed to the terrace doors. Leaving his office he climbed the stairs to the family quarters, entered the sitting chamber and smiled when he found his hervess lying on a divan asleep where she had obviously been waiting for him. Sitting down beside her he studied her features and gently brushed an errant tress away from a cheek. Amarie stirred at his touch and smiled through closed eyes as she turned her lips to his palm and kissed it.

“Meleth, I fell asleep.” She stretched and then reached up and pulled him down for a welcoming kiss.

“Gohenam, meleth nin for being so long. We had much to settle before we called a halt to the discussion.” Elrond nuzzled her throat before gently biting an exposed ear.

“Were there problems? I did not sense anything as I waited.” Amarie bent her head to allow better access to her throat and moaned softly.

“Surprisingly few. Most were about the best way to handle Eleiann’s presence. I admit I was very surprised to find they agreed with her and Theodore.” There was a long silence as loving mouths sought each other and tongues dueled.

Amarie pulled back and smiled up at her hervenn. “You are eager to claim her as part of the family, are you not?”

“Does it show so much?” He said wryly.

“Meleth, you have lost so much family over the millennia, it would not be unexpected that you would want to claim what is rightfully part when it emerges from the unknown. Nor would it seem strange to do what you can to insure their safety. You acknowledgement would help establish her place here in Imladris along with the safety it would guarantee.”

“She is so young.” He frowned as he considered his newest hin.

“By Eldar standards, meleth. In that strange world she comes from she reached her majority and is considered an adult.” She pulled gently on the length of hair he wore in an intricate knot over his ear.

A great look of sadness covered his face. “She has many concerns and questions for which there may never be answers. She may have come all this way only to die as a human on a strange world away from all her kin.”

“Perhaps, but even you cannot believe that Eru would be so cruel or unjust to one of his children. There is a reason, I am sure and in time all will be made clear.” Amarie slipped her arms around his neck and sought to distract him. “Let us retire, meleth nin, I have need of my healer’s tender touch.”

Elrond smiled down at her knowing exactly what she was doing. “You are managing me lirimaer, and I should not allow it. After all I am the Lord of Imladris and as such hundreds are my responsibility. How would it look if it were known hervess nin had me wrapped around her dainty little finger? How could I expect respect were it to become known I was I not master in my own house?”

“Ah, hiren, but you are master here, I just make it easy for you to do those things you wish and allow me to do what you desire me to do without having to ask.”

Elrond chuckled and pulled her into his arms. Standing he carried her into their sleeping chamber and set her on her feet while he undid the laces of her gown and watched as it slithered to the floor where it lay in a silken puddle around her bare feet. His hands began a caressing exploration of her body and she pulled back with a gentle shake of her head.

“Unfair hervenn nin! You wear too much clothing meleth nin, If we are to enjoy this mutually then you must shed them also.” With that she pushed his outer robe from his shoulders and tugged the under robe lacing loose and it too fell to the floor. Grinning up at him mischievously she added “It would seem hiren nin that you need some tending yourself.”

With a growl he pushed her back onto the bed and pinned her beneath his body. “You would play with fire lirimaer?” He demanded in a rough voice.

She looked into his twinkling eyes and wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, meleth nin, your fire burns so wonderfully when it is fanned!”

He pulled back and sitting up removed his soft leather half boots and pushed his leggings down over his hips. With a smug look he pounced on her and again pinned her to the bed only to find himself a prisoner of her long legs quickly wrapped about his hips. He groaned and buried his face in her neck.

“Ayah, Amarie, meleth nin, surely no other of the Eldar has been so blessed with a mate! Never did I expect to find such happiness or love as you have given me these past years.”

Amarie smiled and surged up against him eliciting another groan. She sought his mouth as they began their duel anew. Finally regaining some measure of control Elrond lifted his head and shifting his upper body and arms to pin her arms above her head and he watched as her eyes turned into pools of golden amber.

“Look at me, lirimaer, I love to watch as you let go.”

Her dazed locked with his and his eyes turned to dark charcoal. No matter how often they made love it was as if it were their first time. Their passion was like a carefully banked fire that quickly responded to a look, a word, or a touch from the other. All to often he found his initial possession of her becoming a fast and burning need when she challenged him. And did she challenge him! She heated his blood and sent it thundering through his veins and roaring in his ears.

Amarie rode to the peak with him and she clung to him as her own body tightened with her growing need. With a last jerk of his body they fell back in a tangle on the bed. The shock waves of their release left them boneless and clinging to each other in the quiet of the night. In the distance the soft rumble of the upper falls became a song that pulsed and sang through their consciousness and the sweet smell of flowers from the garden below lulled them both deeper into a renewing sleep.

Amarie woke close to dawn and turned her head towards the elf lord sleeping beside her. He lay in his favorite position resting on his side facing her, strands of his dark hair a partial shadow across his face and pillow. She studied his beloved face relaxed in sleep making him appear much younger then his years would dictate. She smiled slightly misty eyed. Who would ever have expected that he would miraculously become her hervenn after they had shared many wonderful dreams over long years while yet strangers? A few of those favorite memories drifted through her mind until she remembered one that had really left him shaken.Smiling she rested a hand lightly on his chest and and snuggled closer.

“You do like to play with fire, do you not hervess nin?” With a growl he pulled her up against his chest and savagely claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss. When he released her she grinned up at him and licked her bruised lips.

“With yours? Always, hiren nin!”

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Gilnaur

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - The Kings

Genre: Romance

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 12/18/10

Original Post: 03/13/07

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