Title: Confusion in Lórien Author: Wagner Rating: Nc-17 Pairings: Galadriel/Arwen; Celeborn/Elrond Summary: Arwen and Elrond visit Galadriel and Celeborn in Lothlórien. One night, the men have a walk through the woods, and the women stay at Galadriel’s flet to spend some time together without the men. Yet then the rulers of Lórien begin to tell the Rivendell-Elves their secret problems, and those are eager to help them out. Warnings: humour, BDSM Feedback: At any time! I’ll promise to reply to *everyone*! dracula_1889@hotmail.com Author’s Note: This story is supposed to be a funny. I hope I did it well! Please note that Galadriel is not Arwen’s grandmother here, and the Rivendell-Elves are not related to the Lórien-Elves in any way. Also, I find many slash stories sexist because women are written to be a ware that can be fucked and is, unlike men, boring due to its passiveness. I hate this attitude and want to change it by my creation of a very...different Galadriel! Read yourself! Dedication: To Elhaym, my beloved, who showed my that slash is also possible in real life. I love you and love to love you! This story is dedicated to you, my girl! ^^ Elrond was the Elf who had more charisma than any other. This was at least what his daughter Arwen thought of him. They were walking next to each other, alongside the Northern Fences. They were heading towards the Golden Wood. Galadriel, Queen of all Elves, and Celeborn, her husband, had invited the two tall, dark-haired, graceful and well-known Elves of Rivendell to stay a few days at their realm. Galadriel had always liked Elrond, and Celeborn and he were friends of old. Since Arwen had been born, they had not have that much contact anymore, but now the Lord of Rivendell and his daughter were off to visit their Elven cousins of Lórien. Both were looking forward to this. “Does the Lady really have golden hair?”, Arwen asked interested. She had never been to Lothlórien in her life before. Elrond smiled by the imagination of the queen. “She has!”, he therefor replied. “Longer strands than any you have seen before, and shining like sheer light! If you ever thought your daddy to be beautiful, you should see our cousins who have the light inside their hair!” Arwen laughed out. “Ada!”, she whispered joyfully. “I cannot wait to see such beauty with my own eyes!” Elrond kept his little smile, letting him look even more attractive. =^..^= Her hair was full of knots, and as the light had faded, it looked more greyish than any shining golden. It was early morning in Lothlórien, not yet that busy or that shiny, and Galadriel leaned over a table with her face buried in her arms. “Ooooh, bugger!”, she moaned when she woke up and noticed where she was, how she was and who she was. “I will never drink that stupid liquid again in my life!” Still pauselessly moaning, she raised her head and tried to look around. Somewhere at the back of the room, she figured out Celeborn, her husband. He was as pale as his silver hair and looked like a dead human body, not that very graceful or that very adorable. When he saw the wrinkled face of the queen, Celeborn smiled the smile of a still-drunk old man. “Morning, my dearest little tiny...” “Ah, save your breath!”, Galadriel spat out. “My head aches like...ah...as if an Orc had hit it! I will never, never ever drink this stuff again!” “Eternity is a long time!”, Celeborn replied and scratched his belly. “I would not say something so...final?” Galadriel let her head bang back onto the table. “Aren’t those winos from Rivendell coming today or tomorrow?”, she mumbled. “Ha’?”, the oh-so familiar voice came over. Galadriel did not move anymore. “Oh, hopefully not today!”, she whined. “Not now...” =^..^= “Look, my dearest daughter, the Golden Wood Lothlórien!” Arwen’s eyes brightened when she saw the huge trees, green and golden, with little golden dust falling from the leaves. It looked so beautifully, as if sprung from a fairy tale. Just that there lived no fairies in it, but Elves. “Oh, Ada! Ada!”, Arwen cried. “I am so excited!” Elrond smoothed Arwen’s hair over her back. “I am sure the Lady and the Lord are already awaiting us!”, he said. “We shall not waste our time! Come quick! I know the Guardian of this Wood; he will be astonished when he sees you in my company!” Arwen nodded and hurried her speed. A long black dress tried to follow as fast as it could. =^..^= In her new dress, she looked not even bad. The Elf-queen wore a silver one, slightly gleaming when it turned dark. She liked the dress, and Celeborn liked it, too. He could always find his wife at night, when she peered out of the sleeping chambers in hunt for food or a young Elf-boy. Some hours had gone by since the Elven rulers had woken up. Celeborn was fit as usual, and Galadriel had taken about ten pills to regain her memory and concentration. No one would have guessed about their wine- and-beer-party of the last night by the very look at them. Galadriel and Celeborn knew how to make themselves look pretty and fitting their status. They were used to excessive parties, so they had to be used to make-up and medicine, too. When she saw herself in the mirror, Galadriel stretched out her tongue and looked worriedly at the brown shape that ran over it. She should take less of this, well what was its name... Ah, it wasn’t important! Still tired, Galadriel looked over to Celeborn. “Is the food alright out in case they will show up in a minute?”, she asked. Celeborn raised his shoulders, and Galadriel sighed. “I am even the food servant!”, she moaned. But there, suddenly the Elves stood still as a shrill bell rang its Elvish sound. Guests were at the doorstep, it was telling them. Their March Warden must have blown his horn, and the servant at the flet door, Moriel, had rung the bell. At once, Galadriel and Celeborn stood erect and lifted their chins to their royal positions. The Queen had returned to Galadriel’s mind. It was as it was expected. Soon there were Arwen and Elrond standing in front of Galadriel and Celeborn, all having their heads bowed low. “I greet thee, Lady of Light!”, Elrond said. “And hail to thee, too, Silver Tree!” “Thank you, Roof of Stars!”, Galadriel replied. “And Girl also. I am happy you have arrived without problems. I mean, you have, haven’t you?” Elrond nodded. “All is well, my Lady!”, he said. Arwen was fascinated. She looked upon Galadriel with huge eyes and could not stop staring at her hair. Oh, such a beauty... When Galadriel noticed, she looked Arwen into the face, too. Now that she saw Arwen’s features the first time, the Elven Queen also looked fascinated. This young maiden would be a pleasure to touch, Galadriel thought. But no – she had promised herself to stop seducing the young ones that had no other idea! But if she thought it over, Arwen was really pretty. A hand on her shoulder stopped Galadriel’s dreams. It was Celeborn, a gentle smile on his face. “My Lady!”, he said. “Are you drifting? We want our guests to share the dinner with us!” Galadriel nodded in slight confusion. She followed her husband who led them all out of the living flet and down to the dining flet. Galadriel’s eyes were on Arwen’s back and further down, where little movements shouted “Look at this!” =^..^= And then Elrond and Arwen began their holidays. Two days they had spent in Lothlórien, under company and protection of the rulers, and they had have a great time discovering the Golden Wood and its inhabitants. They felt like home meanwhile, just the lustful stares of Galadriel had never faded. The rulers and their guests were sitting in the grass near the home flet when light began to fade on their third day together. Little lamps were hanging in the tree branches, and insects that were gloaming put light into the darkness of the sleeping forest, too. It all looked wonderfully romantic, and they all felt warm around their hearts. A touching atmosphere it was! In the middle of their circle, Galadriel and Celeborn had put a towering white candle that was watched by Arwen with interest. Never had she been in such a bright and warm light before. “Elrond!”, Celeborn suddenly called out. “I have forgotten this! On your first day I had told you I wanted to show you the Nimrodell, our famous little river! Gods, how careless of me to forget! Do you want to see it now?” “Is it far?”, Elrond asked back. Celeborn shook his head. “Nay, a few miles! We can have a nice chat on our way!” Elrond’s eyes looked insecurely to both Galadriel and Arwen. The Queen seemed to read his mind. “Do not worry, melonnin!”, she said. “You can go! I will not hold you back when you wish to see the river in company of my beloved husband. In the meantime I can show your daughter the poems I keep in the chest in my personal quarters.” And with a shift to Arwen she said: “Would you like to read them?” Arwen was just as insecure as her daddy was. “Well...”, she mumbled. But then she noticed how childish it was that both she and her father did not want to leave each other with one of the Elven rulers. “Alright!”, she therefore replied. “I would be honoured to read what the Queen herself has written!” Galadriel smiled. That night was going to be better than she had actually thought it at first! And so it happened to be that the two male Elves and the two female Elves separated from each other. The men went down to see the river, and the women climbed up the stairs to Galadriel’s private talan. It was going to be a night to remember for all of them... =^..^= Elrond and Celeborn walked slowly alongside each other. They did not hurry as they thought the women would like to have a few minutes for themselves without the men. And somehow also the men needed to be among themselves for a while. With slow steps they went on in the direction where Nimrodell lay. “Now this is going to be a men’s party!”, Elrond joked. Celeborn chuckled. “Leave our girls together!”, he replied. “I am sure Galadriel will be happy to keep the society of your daughter. There are not so very many female Elves down here in Lothlórien!” Elrond nodded silently. A little bit it had sounded sad what Celeborn had just uttered. And his breath had nearly sounded like a sigh, the dark-haired Elf thought. But he did not think of it much further. “And what could you tell me from Rivendell that you wanted to keep secret from the women?”, Celeborn asked after a while. Elrond smiled. “Oh, I have no secrets from Arwen!”, he said. “We are very happy! And since my beloved Elwing has passed over to the Undying Lands, she is the only thing in life I have!” Now it was Elrond on whose lips a sad smile appeared. Celeborn sighed again. “Oh, my dear friend!”, he said. “You don’t know how terrible it sometimes is to be the Queen’s husband!” Elrond looked up. “What?”, he asked as if he had not understood. Celeborn went on walking and did not face his friend at his side. “I can tell you stories!”, he explained instead. “It’s not all as golden here as it seems to be! Sometimes I just want to talk to someone, make fun or anything with another person than always Galadriel; it’s always her I have around me and not a soul of another Elf!” Elrond believed he had not understood still. “What?”, he asked again. “You wished you weren’t the ruler of Lothlórien from time to time?” =^..^= “What?”, Arwen called out. She had never imagined the Queen to be unhappy with her position. But it has passed Galadriel’s lips, so it must have been the truth. The Queen felt lonely and boring in her own realm from time to time! “You must understand me,” Galadriel tried to explain, “nothing ever changes here! I have my husband and some bottles of wine, ... But that does not please me for eternity! There must be more in life than only reigning my people. There must be something else!” Arwen let her head sank down onto her chest. “It makes me sad to hear those words from the mouth of the most wonderful Elf in Middle Earth!”, she silently said. In her hand, Arwen still held the little book that she had been given by Galadriel. The Rivendell-Elf sat on the huge bed of the Queen, her dress like a big puddle around her feet. The colour of the dress even fitted to the book for both were black with a tiny green application on it. Arwen could wear black pretty well, as the Queen had already noticed. Moving closer, Galadriel sat down on the bed next to her guest. “But can you not tell Lord Celeborn?”, Arwen immediately called out. “I mean, if he knew you are bored, the two of you might take a journey together and discover the world with new spirit!” Galadriel slumped like a sack. “Celeborn!”, she mumbled. “Celeborn is a man! It is not so very easy with him, you know!” =^..^= “Galadriel!”, Celeborn mumbled and raised his shoulders helplessly. “Galadriel is a woman! It is not so very easy with her, you know!” Elrond did not know what to reply. He was not used to any feeling such as unhappiness or boredom. In Rivendell he had never experienced anything bad in his long, long life. Celeborn slung his arm around his shoulders in a rough embrace from the side. “She’s such a hot girl!”, the silver-haired Elf went on. “But she won’t let me get near her! She amuses herself with young Elflings when she is in the mood for that. Usually she is having a boy and a girl in one week. I think she has slept with the whole of the country already! And how about her husband? We are having sex about every 2ooo years or so! That’s not fair, Elrond, is it? I have desires in me, too, that want to be replied!” Elrond lay a calming hand on Celeborn’s shoulder. “You are totally right!”, he said. “I absolutely agree! A man needs more than sexual intercourse every second millennium! Elwing and I were doing it weekly. And we are Elves not human beings! Weekly, I am serious!” Celeborn stared at Elrond with a disbelieving glance in his eyes. “Weekly?” He could hardly believe that. “Why didn’t I marry Elwing but Galadriel? Weekly sexual intercourse, weekly, you said?” Elrond nodded proudly. He knew how to please another Elf, he thought to himself. Celeborn moved his mouth in appreciation. But then he felt sad again, and even sadder than he had been before Elrond had told him about Elwing. Celeborn pitied himself that his friend was having such a fun while he could wait ages for a shot. With dangerously wet eyes he returned his face to Elrond. “This really makes me blue!”, he whined. “I do love Galadriel! But she is so mean to me...never sleeps with me...drinks and curses and fucks the whole Golden Wood! This is so...unfair...so...nasty, mean and... Elrond!” Like a child that did not get its will, Celeborn looked at Elrond. That Elf tried to make a face full of solace which came automatically when he saw the tears Celeborn tried to fight back. Elrond hated tears. They made him cry as well. And he realised with terror that water was filling the corners of his eyes, too. Oh don’t cry, he told himself. But how could he not pity that wretched little Celeborn over there? =^..^= “Sure he’s nice!”, Galadriel was telling. “And I do love Celeborn! But he is boring, you know. We can drink and celebrate and all this, but in bed he’s terrible. No ideas, no obvious feelings. He’s just lying on his back and lets me do all the work.” A short break made Galadriel smile maliciously. “Though I would not change our positions either...”, she whispered with a clear ambiguity. Arwen looked up. “What do you mean, my Lady?” Galadriel could not stop smiling. The imaginations... “I only mean...”, she began. But Arwen jerked up when she felt a cold hand on her thigh. The hand moved carefully over the silken dress though it moved closer to the insides. Arwen’s mouth opened in shock and protest. “Lady Galadriel!”, she screeched girlishly. Galadriel’s eyes were dark with desire. “Arwen, Girl...”, she whispered in her lowest voice. “Do you not notice I fancy you?” Arwen swallowed. “But...but my liege, my...” “Do not call me this!”, Galadriel replied. “Why be so formal? There is just the two of us. Only me...and you...” And with this, a firm grip was between Arwen’s legs. The Rivendell-Elf gasped. No words could express what she just felt, so Arwen let it be. Galadriel was obviously pleased with Arwen’s reaction. “Come, you want it to happen, too! I can see it in your eyes!”, Galadriel said. With the upper part of her body, she moved closer until their faces were near. The Queen opened her mouth and...But “I...”, Arwen stuttered. “I have no experience in this!” Galadriel looked confused. She loosened her grip on Arwen’s private part and focused her eyes if the girl was saying the truth. She was, Galadriel figured out. That was why she had been so insecure and squeamish. The Queen closed her mouth and tried a soothing smile. “Then let me teach you what I know!”, she advised merrily. “I mean, you have never kissed, never touched, ...you know what I mean?” Arwen shook her head so that her hair flew. Black hair, wonderful strands of endless black hair... “No, never!”, she answered as if it had been just a normal question. “No Elf has ever asked me to!” In her mind Galadriel was amused about Arwen’s untouchiness. Asked – there were so many more interesting ways to get a bed consort than to *ask*. A warm hand placed itself on Arwen’s shoulder. “Then lay back!”, Galadriel said. “I will tech you what you should better know in case you want to marry one future day!” Arwen hesitated. Slowly, she lifted her feet onto the bed , and even slower she lay down on her back. “Like this?”, she asked unsure about the comfort of her position. Galadriel smiled. “Just like this!”, she confirmed. With both hands she bent over Arwen and placed a knee on each side of the younger Elf. Arwen swallowed again quite nervously when Galadriel was above her like that. But the Queen seemed to enjoy the situation already. “When I bend down, you can embrace my back with your arms!”, she explained. “Then you somehow hold me down onto you, and apart from that do I like it. Now close your eyes and open your mouth!” Arwen did as she was told. But when she felt something on her lips, she jerked up. Too late, as Galadriel’s tongue had already slit in. She muffled a whimper, and then Arwen joined in. She wrapped her arms around the Elf Queen’s upper back while Galadriel was kissing her. Galadriel’s tongue seeked Arwen’s and moved along the lower row of her teeth. The Queen sucked and thrust her tongue inside ever deeper. Finally Arwen knew she had to do the same and found contact with Galadriel’s tongue. For the young Rivendell-Elf the kiss lasted an eternity though it was actually even one of Galadriel’s shorter ones. When they parted from each other, Galadriel stared into Arwen’s eyes full of desire and lust. “Fine?”, she asked with a raw voice. Arwen only stared back. “Yes!”, she answered like a crow. “This is what we use to call a kiss!”, Galadriel explained. =^..^= “And she always treats me...unworthy my status! She is so mean to me, all the time and always! Sleeps with everyone – apart from *me*!” Celeborn sounded like the smallest child. His voice was high and no longer under his control. His cheeks were flooded by hot and salty tears. “Oh, why are women so cruel?”, yet another tear-choked voice came from above. Celeborn tried to nod, his head still pressed onto crying Elrond’s shoulder. Life was bad to them... Elrond ran a hand over his eyes to wipe away his tears. Why was he crying, by the Valar? But a bitter sob made his body shiver. Celeborn pressed against him harder. He did not want to loose the tight grip he had on Elrond’s fabric. The cloth was already tensing between his fingers but Celeborn wanted to clutch Elrond as if he was everything that saved the Elf from dying. He thought he would seriously die if he released his friend from his hold. Elrond looked down to the silver hair of the Elf at his chest. Slowly he let his chin sink down to it. Celeborn let go a tiny whimper when he felt the touch and looked up. Wet light-blue eyes looked desperately into deep and dark blue eyes. And then Celeborn’s face moved upwards, never loosening the look into the other one’s eyes. His fingers opened a little bit so that Elrond’s fabric did not tear open, and as if time was standing still, the Lórien-Elf approached near enough to kiss the Rivendell-Elf. Both whimpered, and new tears came out of their eyes. It felt so wonderful! It was such a warm and careful kiss, very much unlike Galadriel’s brutal kisses, and very much unlike the loneliness Elrond felt since Elwing had passed away. The never wanted to let go off each other. The moment should have lasted forever. It was the dearest kiss both of them had ever experienced. =^..^= “Galadriel?” Arwen was insecure whether this was all still going well or not. “Are you sure those chains are the right thing for me?” The golden- haired Elf Queen nodded quickly. “Ooh yes!”, she said joyfully. “When there is one thing I like in bed, then it is bondage! I love bondage! I bind everyone to my bed! And besides, those chains make it easier for me to rape little Elflings!” “What?”, Arwen shrieked. Galadriel tried a wry smile. “To please Elflings – what did you understand?” Arwen thought she had said something else before. When the chains were closed, Galadriel leant back. Arwen tried pulling at her bonds but as it was promised they did not loosen. Galadriel knew what she was doing... A little helplessly, Arwen looked up to her. “And now?”, the younger woman asked. Galadriel smirked. “Now we will undress!”, she replied. With a slow movement, Galadriel let her hands wander over Arwen’s chest. The Rivendell-Elf tensed from the touch and kept her body in an uneasy position. Galadriel went on stroking Arwen through her dress. Her hands moved further down over Arwen’s belly. This elicited a whimper from the girl. But Galadriel was pleased to hear sounds. And her hands moved ever down, to the bottom of Arwen’s long velvet dress. With care, she folded the cloth in her hand and began to pull it upwards. At first an ankle could be visible, then slender, long and creamy white legs. While Galadriel was pulling the fabric upwards, her hands went over the skin of her bed-partner as well. Arwen began to moan helplessly when those hands approached a quite personal area. And then Galadriel lay free her vagina. Arwen sighed in despair, thinking over and over if this was right what was going on. “Calm!”, Galadriel therefore whispered. “It will be alright! It will be much to your liking, young one!” Arwen tried to nod. She was so damn-excited by all this! Almost hesitating from the view of an untouched and only a few centuries old body, Galadriel placed her hand onto Arwen’s vagina. She moved her fingers over the black hair that protected this part of Arwen’s body and made circle movements across the whole vagina. Gods, for both Elven women this felt so noticeable tingling. When Galadriel touched Arwen’s insides of the thighs, Arwen moaned loudly. That felt even more intensive! Her head lolled to the side, and Arwen was lost in imaginations. Galadriel bent down and placed a kiss onto her friend’s privacy. A few more kisses followed the line of Arwen’s cleft until she let her tongue slide inside. Arwen cried out. The Queen now moved her tongue within Arwen’s body and tickled the highly vulnerable flesh inside. The hair scratched over her face skin but Galadriel closed her eyes and ignored it. She held Arwen’s thighs tightly to have enough grip to behold her position. From time to time the Queen tried to remind herself to go on stroking Arwen. After a while Galadriel pulled out again. Her mouth felt raw as it usually does after such an act, and she focussed on the upper part of her bed- mate’s body. With slightly trembling fingers, she grabbed the velvet fabric again to pull it ever more upwards. Arwen banged her head from one side to the other as she felt her dress being pushed closer to her head. The skin on her torso tensed only a little bit. Galadriel pulled the whole dress over Arwen’s head where it rested on her arms that were stretched out from the bonds. Arwen opened her eyes, her chest going up and down from her heavy breathing. A bare bosom lay under the eyes of Galadriel. “You are so...pretty!”, the Queen whispered voicelessly. Arwen re-closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side once more. Lips placed on her boobs, and Galadriel sucked and licked. The breasts moved under everything that happened to them so that Galadriel held one of them still to take the nipple into her mouth. With her teeth she nipped at it, making tiny chewing movements around the little nub. Arwen moaned and sighed under the treatment. With one hand stroking the one breast, Galadriel bit on the other. Arwen cried out. Her back arched against Galadriel’s touch, and the Queen shoved her arm under Arwen’s body to push her up. The Queen herself loved ministrations to a girl’s bosom. And Arwen’s was so even, so voluminous and pretty. Galadriel closed her eyes tightly to suck even harder. A tongue ran down Arwen’s belly when Galadriel was back at her vagina. She inserted two fingers and her tongue and moved all of it in curling movements. The Queen pressed her fingers deeper, into the passageway that was usually to be filled by a prick. It hurt Arwen but she did not say. It felt too good to complain about the little pain caused with the pleasure. Arwen exhaled and inhaled loudly. Her juices began to flow, and her vagina turned wet. This was the part Galadriel did not like that much for it felt sour when a woman was wet. But same as Arwen, Galadriel went on wordlessly. She pulled out her fingers and stroked the thighs, while her tongue was still inside, always brushing over the spot that made Arwen’s legs shiver. It was to happen. Arwen would have her first climax soon. Galadriel pushed her tongue deeper which caused a little lack of oxygen around her face. The dark-haired Elf-woman was already sighing pauselessly, and suddenly she came. A little flow of sour juice encircled Galadriel’s tongue, and the Queen curled her tongue a final time around Arwen’s clitoris. Then she left Arwen’s insides and had an exhausted Elf- girl lying on her sheets. Galadriel wiped away the saliva and the other whitish liquid from her mouth. “You liked that?”, she asked a bit out of breath. Arwen nodded but could not speak. She loved to feel Galadriel’s hand on her skin now as the Queen was gliding it over her belly and breasts again. “Then we can try a step further!”, she suggested. “I have something in my drawer that has the ability to please both of us the same time!” Arwen looked up. “What is it?”, she asked, her eyes barely opened. =^..^= Elrond’s hands were under Celeborn’s clothes, grabbing and stroking his upper part of the back and his neck. They kissed passionately, both not letting go off the other while they undressed one another. Elrond pushed down Celeborn’s shirt to expose his chest and back. Celeborn meanwhile dragged down Elrond’s belt to open his dress around his waist. “I love you... love you...”, they kept whispering pauselessly. It could not be distinguished when it was who to say it. Elrond tore down Celeborn’s fabric completely so that it was on the floor around the silver-haired Elf. “Do you want to be inside me?”, Elrond asked under his heavy breath. Celeborn still fumbled at Elrond’s clothes. “I don’t know! I have never been with a man, you know.” Finally also Elrond’s clothes felt to the ground, leaving them both naked and highly erect. They pressed their naked bodies against each other, dying from the friction between them. Their penises got into touch, and both left pre-come on the other Elf’s skin. Both had their arms thrown around the other, Elrond around Celeborn’s back and Celeborn around Elrond’s waist. “Let me be inside you!”, Elrond breathed into Celeborn’s ear. “I know how to do it!” “No, let me be inside you!”, the other Elf replied. Elrond shook his head. “No, me inside you!” After a while, Celeborn agreed. “Alright!”, he whispered and parted from the closeness of Elrond’s body. Turning his back to him, Celeborn kneeled down to the ground and bent forward with his forearms on the ground. “Am I doing it right?”, he asked. Elrond nodded though Celeborn could not see. “I think yes!”, he said. “You think?”, Celeborn asked again and turned his head to Elrond who was now kneeling behind him. The Rivendell-Elf shrugged. “Well, neither have I ever slept with another man!”, he admitted. Elrond pressed himself against Celeborn’s buttocks, bringing the tip of his member into contact with Celeborn’s cleft. It elicited a little whimper from Celeborn who instinctively wished Elrond to get in. The hands of the dark- haired Elf placed onto Celeborn’s hips. He held him close so that it would be easier sliding in. And then Elrond pushed. Celeborn cried out as the prick forced its way inside. It was not hurting that it was inside the tight passage way but it was slow due to the missing lubricant on Celeborn’s entrance. When a bottom was oiled, it usually went in much easier and with one single move – without oil or lubricant, it was a hard work to push a member into a clenched opening. This Elrond and Celeborn were experiencing now. Though Elrond managed to sheath. When his prick was fully inside of Celeborn, it felt no longer aching but just terribly good. And then Elrond began to thrust. His hips thrust forward and back, always hitting Celeborn’s inside with every shove he made. Celeborn let his head drop onto his forearms. This was so incredibly enormously great! The Lórien- Elf felt too weak to raise his head again. He thought he collapsed from his inside. A silent whimper escaped Elrond’s mouth. He clutched Celeborn’s hips and never wanted to leave his body again, never wanted this moment to stop at all. =^..^= Galadriel raised the thing in her hand so that Arwen could see it, too. “What, in the Gods’ names...”, the young one called out. Galadriel smiled. “It’s Celeborn’s!”, she said. “We once coated ourselves in wax, and I never told him I kept that part of his body. I stuffed it with more wax so that it won’t break, and now I use it as a substitute when none of me and my mates has one of those by nature!” A chuckle left her mouth. “It’s huge, er?” Arwen could not stop staring at the wax thing. “Indeed!”, she said. “Though I suppose Ada even has a bigger one! I have once seen him when he was bathing. Could be a few inches longer!” Galadriel moved the wax penis to examine it properly. “Sure?”, she asked. “But is it also that thick?” Arwen shook her head. “I don’t think so!”, she replied. Galadriel smiled. “Anyway,” she said, “let us waste no time! I will undress quickly, and then we can have fun together!” She did as she said. Without much difficulties, she opened the tightenings of her dress and pulled it over her head. The Queen did not even blush being nude but sat onto Arwen again. Her boobs wibbled when she moved to find her place. She way ready to insert the artificial member. As if it was tasty, she took the cock into her mouth and wetted it with her saliva. Arwen watched every movement of the Queen, only to be confirmed everything went right. Galadriel took it out of her mouth and let her hands sink down to Arwen’s vagina. Arwen breathed loudly and was very excited what was happening. The Queen put a few fingers into her vagina and spread the cleft a little bit to open it for the prick. Then she slowly pushed it inside. Arwen’s hands clenched to a fist for it was an unknown and uncomfortable situation. Slowly Galadriel pushed it deeper and deeper, stretching the passage way and shoving into the warmest inside. It did not really hurt Arwen. If she had continued breathing, it would not even have hurt a little bit. And then Galadriel was far enough to stop. Arwen opened her eyes. “This is it?”, she asked out of breath. Galadriel raised an eyebrow. “What? No! I have it not in me yet! Tell me, dear, where do you want me to put it? At the front or at the back?” Arwen did not understand. The prick was standing from her vagina and waited to be sheathed by the other woman, too. Arwen then understood what Galadriel had meant. “But doesn’t it hurt when you put it at your back side?”, she asked alarmed. Galadriel shook her head again. “No!”, she explained. “Men complain that it hurts but men are unable to bear anything. I never found it hurting in any way, more to the contrary, to be honest. Nay, anal intruding does not hurt at all!” Arwen was curious. “Is it really not hurtful or do you just like pain too much to mistake it for pleasure?”, she asked. Galadriel was astonished by the sudden boldness. “Could be the second...”, she admitted and chuckled. Arwen chuckled as well. But they came back to the earnestness of the situation soon. “I will put it to the backside!”, Galadriel whispered, and so she did. Taking the prick into her hand, she positioned it right under her parted legs. When it stood okay for her, she sat down onto it, pushing the wax member into her entrance by the weight she pushed down. Galadriel hissed for she loved the feeling of being filled from behind. And soon she was riding on Arwen, moving the prick in her own and in Arwen’s body. The women’s breath turned audible, and Galadriel speeded up her pace. She rode on Arwen ever quicker, making the prick touch their sweet spots more and deeper. Galadriel cried out. She felt a frightening good feeling somewhere between her front and her back and enjoyed it too much. Arwen buckled against her, feeling it was coming to a climax soon. Both moved their hips now, making the prick move up and down and to and fro. And then they simultaneously had their orgasms. Galadriel stretched her back and curled it back to appear like a curve on top of the other Elf- woman. Arwen meanwhile bent to the front until her bonds stopped her, and both women panted until they fell limp. Galadriel landed on Arwen’s belly and breathed heavily. A little line of sweat was on her forehead but on Arwen’s stomach there was even more. The Rivendell-Elf’s breath was paired with some sighs in-between the breaths. They did not say a word or move a limb for, as it seemed, an eternity. =^..^= “Oh yes! Yes! Now! Ah!” With a throaty moan, Elrond shot his seed into Celeborn, filling him to overflowing. Semen dripped out of the Lórien- Elf’s entrance, and Elrond slipped out before collapsing onto his back. Both panted and murmured words of happiness and love. Elrond stroked Celeborn’s small of the back within breaths. They were sleepily tired now. “The women will wonder where we are!”, Celeborn said silently. “We should go home!” Elrond sighed. “And what shall I do when the Lady ask me how I liked the river?”, he asked. Celeborn had a weak smile on his face. “It is the most wonderful river, you will say. You liked it very much and did not want to leave as you were stunned by its dearest beauty. This will serve you a good description!” Elrond tried to nod though his head rested calmly on Celeborn’s back. “Alright!”, he whispered hardly audible. And they did not want to go. They lay naked on the floor, semen between them and stars before their eyes. This had been the best night for both of them ever in their long and eternal Elven lives... =^..^= “Celeborn!”, Galadriel called over joyfully when she saw her husband and their guest approach. “You are already back!” Arwen appeared at the balcony behind Galadriel, smiling broadly. “Ada!”, she called out. The men were smiling, too, and shyly they joined in the women. “Yes, we are back!”, Celeborn said. “We thought we were already late!” “Oh, you cannot be!”, Galadriel replied. “We were having so much fun together, you would not believe!” “So? What were you doing?”, Elrond asked and tickled his daughter in her side. Arwen and Galadriel exchanged a look between them. “Oh, nothing special!”, Arwen answered innocently. “Scanned through poems, talked a bit,... And you?” “Oh, we just watched the river!”, Elrond told them. “I really loved it! But apart from that, nay, nothing special at ours, too!” Galadriel smiled and offered the men to enter the flet. “Come!”, she said. “We can drink something if you will!” And she turned away to lead them inside. Celeborn and Elrond exchanged a grave look before the joined the women to get in. “Did she notice anything?”, Elrond asked secretly. Celeborn shook his head. “I don’t suppose she did!”, he whispered back. And they followed the women into the flet, eagerly trying not to let them notice anything of what had happened between them. =^..^=