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FIC:FCHet: Garden of Delight (LOTR)
Title: Garden of Delight
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Het PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from these characters.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Glorfindel/Arwen
Archive: OEAM
Author’s Note: When I get in the mood for LOTR het, Arwen is my girl!
Spoilers: None unless you don’t know Arwen married someone other than Glorfindel.
Summary: Arwen boldly goes after what, who she wants.
~~~
GARDEN OF DELIGHT
Arwen watched him sleep. She smoothed golden hair back and kissed his cheek. For all the years of her childhood, she had worshipped him and when she was grown, she had loved him.
Tonight, she had come to his bed and showed him her love. She knew that nothing would ever be the same.
The night had not been any different than thousands of other nights. Her brothers were home on one of their rare visits. It made her sad to think that every year, they spent less and less time here with their father. Erestor had fussed over both of them ever since they had ridden in. She knew he loved them like sons. She was glad her father had him to ease his loneliness since her mother had gone.
The twins had regaled them with humorous tales of their adventures, though Arwen knew that their real task was a grim one. Elladan had them all in stitches before dessert was served. She knew that Lindir was glad they were back. How he managed both of them she didn’t know, nor did she want to. That they all were happy together was enough for her.
Glorfindel had been quiet. Instead of becoming moody as Erestor was wont to do when he was upset, Glorfindel just got quiet. He did not stay after dinner to hear Lindir sing. He quietly slipped away.
Arwen smiled at her father and with a nod toward the door, she rose and followed him.
It was no surprise to find him in Celebrian’s garden. She walked up and sat on the stone bench beside him. He was gazing into space, lost in his own thoughts. He suddenly seemed to notice that she was there.
“My lady, I did not hear you approach.”
“If I’d have been a snake, I’d have bit you by now.”
He smiled sadly. “You should be inside enjoying Lindir’s lovely music. I am all right.”
“I don’t think my brothers will let him play long. They’ve been away awhile and have missed him quite a lot.”
Glorfindel blushed.
“You did not know?”
Glorfindel shook his head and smiled at her, not such a sad one this time. “I am a better warrior than I am observer of those around me.”
She kissed his cheek. “Why are you sad?”
“I miss them sometimes. All of them. I wonder most days why I am here.”
“I cannot even imagine life without you.”
He looked at her, surprised, like it never occurred to him that the elves of Imladris cared for him. Perhaps he was not always fair to them. In his mind, his life still ended at Gondolin with Ecthelion and Turgon.
“My lord, you were here when I was born… you have been dear to me all my life. My brothers have one another and Lindir, my father has Erestor and you, Lord Glorfindel, you are mine.”
“Yours? I am yours?” He laughed. “What would the most beautiful elf in Middle Earth want with me?”
“I want to kiss you, my lord.” Arwen had ever been bold. Her father and brothers had always encouraged her and so had her grandmother, and she never lacked in confidence.
He looked scared, which surprised her. She had never seen him fear anything.
“I… are you afraid, my lord?”
“I am old, Arwen. You cannot want to kiss me. I…”
Arwen moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. “Why not?” She asked in a husky voice.
“I…” He started but he stopped.
“You?” She prompted.
“I am used to rougher… partners than you. I do not trust myself with one so lovely.”
She ignored his pleas and kissed his lips, a kiss as light as a butterfly’s wings. He awkwardly put his arms around her and returned her kiss. He was tentative and hesitant.
“Glorfindel, have you had a lover since you returned?”
“I have…paid to have my needs met.”
“Not elves?”
“I have traveled to Bree on occasion.”
“Why? I am sure that someone—”
“I did not want to ask someone to give to me when I was not sure what I could give back.”
She caressed his cheek. “Will you let me … love you, Glorfindel?”
The elflord looked shocked.
“But you are--”
“A fully grown female elf who cares about you very much.”
“I can-- ” She shut him up by kissing him again, letting her tongue dart out and touch his lip as she pulled away. She smiled at him. And moved to sit in his lap. She felt his interest then even though he tried hard to keep it from her, squirming and trying to make sure she didn’t sit on it.
“Kiss me again, Glorfindel.”
**
He did, wrapping his arms about her and kissing her with a passion he had not even known he still had. It was as if a gate had been opened that was previously closed. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, tentatively at first but more boldly as she met it with her own. He groaned as she moved closer, pressing her bottom on his erection. Gods, she was soft and smelled so good, like lavender.
He found that he wanted to see her naked, wanted to see if her skin was pale and perfect all over. He ran his hands up the soft skin of her arms, smiling when he saw goose bumps rise on them.
No one was more shocked when she reached up and slid the shoulder of her dress down, down until one full, rosy tipped breast was exposed. He stared. While she was tall like all she-elves, her human blood made Arwen different, exotic. Her breasts were full and heavy and the one Glorfindel was looking at now made his groin so tight that he ached.
She slipped the other shoulder off and tugged the dress down to her waist, watching him look at her all the while. He smiled and laid his palm over one peaked nipple. He was surprised at how warm she was. And how badly he needed to suckle at her breast.
Almost as if she read his mind, she reached for him and pulled his head closer, arching her back to give him better access. He licked her and felt her tiny nipple harden under his tongue. She whimpered as he sucked it into his mouth, still letting his tongue tease it. One hand gripped his shoulder as he switched from one to the other. She grabbed a fistful of his hair with the other in an effort to keep him right where he was.
He was so hard he was almost in pain. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt such urgent need. He had stopped trying not to rub against her. As a matter of fact, he pulled her closer. He was shocked when she pulled her skirts up far enough that she could move to sit straddling him. Even through his clothing, he could feel her heat.
“Arwen, I can’t… if you do not mean to finish this, please… I ache… I need…” He realized he was babbling when she stood and slid her gown down the rest of the way. She wore nothing underneath and he gasped at her voluptuous beauty.
“Now I would see you naked, my Lord.” Her voice was silky and low, as sexy as her creamy skin.
He stood on unsteady legs.
**
Arwen’s heart was pounding. This was not a dream. She really was about to make love with Glorfindel. She licked her lips as he unfastened his robe and let it fall to the ground. He never took his eyes from hers as he stripped his tunic and then finally his boots and leggings. He stood before her, long, lean and powerful.
He almost took her breath away. Whereas she was half elven and it showed in her body, Glorfindel was all elf. He was tall, taller even that her father. His body was lean and hard. His ears were much more pointed than those of hers and her brothers. She moved close to him and reached a hand up to his ear. He made a sound, a soft groan.
Without a word, he spread his robe on the ground and picked Arwen up, depositing her on it and laying down beside her. She trembled as his hand slid down her belly to touch dark curls before parting her folds, and finding the tiny nub hidden within, he circled it as he looked into her eyes.
She wanted him now but knew she had to let him do this at his own pace. Even if she died of desire, it would not be a bad death. She could not stop her hips from moving as she pressed herself into his hand.
“I want this to last all night. It is like an enchantment… but I, oh sweet Arwen, I need to be inside you so badly.”
“Make love to me then. I do not mean for the enchantment to wear off for a very long time.”
He moved up and opened her legs wide. She shivered as he looked at her body. He leaned down over her and his mouth touched hers at the same moment that he thrust inside her. Her legs went up over his hips as she met his thrust. He moved slowly, deliberately. It was as if once he’d made up his mind, he had no lack of confidence or skill. He was masterful in his taking of her.
Arwen wrapped her legs tighter about him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Arwen’s body shuddered and throbbed as she found sweet release. He began to move faster, his rhythm becoming erratic as he neared his own peak. He was quiet as he spilled himself deep inside the lovely Peredhel, his deep gasp the only sound he made.
He moved to lie beside her.
“The grass is beginning to be wet with dew. Perhaps we should go inside,” Arwen said as the damp grass chilled her skin, making goose bumps.
“I will take you to your room.”
“No… you will take me to your room. We are not yet finished. I want to ride you like you ride Asfaloth.” She sat up and ran her hands down her body over nipples made stiff by the cool in the air. She leaned close to his still half erect cock and kissed it. “And I want to taste you and have you taste me.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you are a demanding creature?”
“Oh yes. Usually right before I slide down onto them like I will do you later.”
“Your father spoiled you rotten.” He reached a hand up to tweak a nipple then he pulled her on top of him. His erection was not half of anything anymore but hard as he lifted her hips and positioned her above it. They both groaned as she slid down over him, taking all of him inside her body. She put her hands on his chest to brace herself and began to move, riding him as hard as she said she would and he was a wonderful mount, moving in a perfect counterpoint to her. The cold air was forgotten as she cried out over and over in ecstasy.
**
They had finally gone to his room. He had explored her body at leisure in the warmth of his bed. She hoped her father had not heard her moans and cries in the night. Glorfindel had fallen asleep before dawn.
She knew as she watched him that she would not spend her future with him. She had another destiny. She hoped that whoever he was, he was as brave and noble as her first love.
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Het PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from these characters.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Glorfindel/Arwen
Archive: OEAM
Author’s Note: When I get in the mood for LOTR het, Arwen is my girl!
Spoilers: None unless you don’t know Arwen married someone other than Glorfindel.
Summary: Arwen boldly goes after what, who she wants.
~~~
GARDEN OF DELIGHT
Arwen watched him sleep. She smoothed golden hair back and kissed his cheek. For all the years of her childhood, she had worshipped him and when she was grown, she had loved him.
Tonight, she had come to his bed and showed him her love. She knew that nothing would ever be the same.
The night had not been any different than thousands of other nights. Her brothers were home on one of their rare visits. It made her sad to think that every year, they spent less and less time here with their father. Erestor had fussed over both of them ever since they had ridden in. She knew he loved them like sons. She was glad her father had him to ease his loneliness since her mother had gone.
The twins had regaled them with humorous tales of their adventures, though Arwen knew that their real task was a grim one. Elladan had them all in stitches before dessert was served. She knew that Lindir was glad they were back. How he managed both of them she didn’t know, nor did she want to. That they all were happy together was enough for her.
Glorfindel had been quiet. Instead of becoming moody as Erestor was wont to do when he was upset, Glorfindel just got quiet. He did not stay after dinner to hear Lindir sing. He quietly slipped away.
Arwen smiled at her father and with a nod toward the door, she rose and followed him.
It was no surprise to find him in Celebrian’s garden. She walked up and sat on the stone bench beside him. He was gazing into space, lost in his own thoughts. He suddenly seemed to notice that she was there.
“My lady, I did not hear you approach.”
“If I’d have been a snake, I’d have bit you by now.”
He smiled sadly. “You should be inside enjoying Lindir’s lovely music. I am all right.”
“I don’t think my brothers will let him play long. They’ve been away awhile and have missed him quite a lot.”
Glorfindel blushed.
“You did not know?”
Glorfindel shook his head and smiled at her, not such a sad one this time. “I am a better warrior than I am observer of those around me.”
She kissed his cheek. “Why are you sad?”
“I miss them sometimes. All of them. I wonder most days why I am here.”
“I cannot even imagine life without you.”
He looked at her, surprised, like it never occurred to him that the elves of Imladris cared for him. Perhaps he was not always fair to them. In his mind, his life still ended at Gondolin with Ecthelion and Turgon.
“My lord, you were here when I was born… you have been dear to me all my life. My brothers have one another and Lindir, my father has Erestor and you, Lord Glorfindel, you are mine.”
“Yours? I am yours?” He laughed. “What would the most beautiful elf in Middle Earth want with me?”
“I want to kiss you, my lord.” Arwen had ever been bold. Her father and brothers had always encouraged her and so had her grandmother, and she never lacked in confidence.
He looked scared, which surprised her. She had never seen him fear anything.
“I… are you afraid, my lord?”
“I am old, Arwen. You cannot want to kiss me. I…”
Arwen moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. “Why not?” She asked in a husky voice.
“I…” He started but he stopped.
“You?” She prompted.
“I am used to rougher… partners than you. I do not trust myself with one so lovely.”
She ignored his pleas and kissed his lips, a kiss as light as a butterfly’s wings. He awkwardly put his arms around her and returned her kiss. He was tentative and hesitant.
“Glorfindel, have you had a lover since you returned?”
“I have…paid to have my needs met.”
“Not elves?”
“I have traveled to Bree on occasion.”
“Why? I am sure that someone—”
“I did not want to ask someone to give to me when I was not sure what I could give back.”
She caressed his cheek. “Will you let me … love you, Glorfindel?”
The elflord looked shocked.
“But you are--”
“A fully grown female elf who cares about you very much.”
“I can-- ” She shut him up by kissing him again, letting her tongue dart out and touch his lip as she pulled away. She smiled at him. And moved to sit in his lap. She felt his interest then even though he tried hard to keep it from her, squirming and trying to make sure she didn’t sit on it.
“Kiss me again, Glorfindel.”
**
He did, wrapping his arms about her and kissing her with a passion he had not even known he still had. It was as if a gate had been opened that was previously closed. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, tentatively at first but more boldly as she met it with her own. He groaned as she moved closer, pressing her bottom on his erection. Gods, she was soft and smelled so good, like lavender.
He found that he wanted to see her naked, wanted to see if her skin was pale and perfect all over. He ran his hands up the soft skin of her arms, smiling when he saw goose bumps rise on them.
No one was more shocked when she reached up and slid the shoulder of her dress down, down until one full, rosy tipped breast was exposed. He stared. While she was tall like all she-elves, her human blood made Arwen different, exotic. Her breasts were full and heavy and the one Glorfindel was looking at now made his groin so tight that he ached.
She slipped the other shoulder off and tugged the dress down to her waist, watching him look at her all the while. He smiled and laid his palm over one peaked nipple. He was surprised at how warm she was. And how badly he needed to suckle at her breast.
Almost as if she read his mind, she reached for him and pulled his head closer, arching her back to give him better access. He licked her and felt her tiny nipple harden under his tongue. She whimpered as he sucked it into his mouth, still letting his tongue tease it. One hand gripped his shoulder as he switched from one to the other. She grabbed a fistful of his hair with the other in an effort to keep him right where he was.
He was so hard he was almost in pain. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt such urgent need. He had stopped trying not to rub against her. As a matter of fact, he pulled her closer. He was shocked when she pulled her skirts up far enough that she could move to sit straddling him. Even through his clothing, he could feel her heat.
“Arwen, I can’t… if you do not mean to finish this, please… I ache… I need…” He realized he was babbling when she stood and slid her gown down the rest of the way. She wore nothing underneath and he gasped at her voluptuous beauty.
“Now I would see you naked, my Lord.” Her voice was silky and low, as sexy as her creamy skin.
He stood on unsteady legs.
**
Arwen’s heart was pounding. This was not a dream. She really was about to make love with Glorfindel. She licked her lips as he unfastened his robe and let it fall to the ground. He never took his eyes from hers as he stripped his tunic and then finally his boots and leggings. He stood before her, long, lean and powerful.
He almost took her breath away. Whereas she was half elven and it showed in her body, Glorfindel was all elf. He was tall, taller even that her father. His body was lean and hard. His ears were much more pointed than those of hers and her brothers. She moved close to him and reached a hand up to his ear. He made a sound, a soft groan.
Without a word, he spread his robe on the ground and picked Arwen up, depositing her on it and laying down beside her. She trembled as his hand slid down her belly to touch dark curls before parting her folds, and finding the tiny nub hidden within, he circled it as he looked into her eyes.
She wanted him now but knew she had to let him do this at his own pace. Even if she died of desire, it would not be a bad death. She could not stop her hips from moving as she pressed herself into his hand.
“I want this to last all night. It is like an enchantment… but I, oh sweet Arwen, I need to be inside you so badly.”
“Make love to me then. I do not mean for the enchantment to wear off for a very long time.”
He moved up and opened her legs wide. She shivered as he looked at her body. He leaned down over her and his mouth touched hers at the same moment that he thrust inside her. Her legs went up over his hips as she met his thrust. He moved slowly, deliberately. It was as if once he’d made up his mind, he had no lack of confidence or skill. He was masterful in his taking of her.
Arwen wrapped her legs tighter about him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Arwen’s body shuddered and throbbed as she found sweet release. He began to move faster, his rhythm becoming erratic as he neared his own peak. He was quiet as he spilled himself deep inside the lovely Peredhel, his deep gasp the only sound he made.
He moved to lie beside her.
“The grass is beginning to be wet with dew. Perhaps we should go inside,” Arwen said as the damp grass chilled her skin, making goose bumps.
“I will take you to your room.”
“No… you will take me to your room. We are not yet finished. I want to ride you like you ride Asfaloth.” She sat up and ran her hands down her body over nipples made stiff by the cool in the air. She leaned close to his still half erect cock and kissed it. “And I want to taste you and have you taste me.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you are a demanding creature?”
“Oh yes. Usually right before I slide down onto them like I will do you later.”
“Your father spoiled you rotten.” He reached a hand up to tweak a nipple then he pulled her on top of him. His erection was not half of anything anymore but hard as he lifted her hips and positioned her above it. They both groaned as she slid down over him, taking all of him inside her body. She put her hands on his chest to brace herself and began to move, riding him as hard as she said she would and he was a wonderful mount, moving in a perfect counterpoint to her. The cold air was forgotten as she cried out over and over in ecstasy.
**
They had finally gone to his room. He had explored her body at leisure in the warmth of his bed. She hoped her father had not heard her moans and cries in the night. Glorfindel had fallen asleep before dawn.
She knew as she watched him that she would not spend her future with him. She had another destiny. She hoped that whoever he was, he was as brave and noble as her first love.
~end~