Title: Hidden Inside (Epilogue of the Five Senses Series)  
Author: Deathangelgw  
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com  
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I do indeed take liberties now, don't I? hehe  
Warnings: AU, POV, PWP, sap, lime, slash, major angst  
Rating: Soft R  
Pairing: Celeborn/Gil-galad  
Summary: Celeborn is connected to Gil-galad in more than just love…  
A/N: This…was a begging request. I didn’t even think of the ‘sixth sense’, 
then someone mentioned it (Anita dahling!), and it stuck. I mean, not just 
stuck, I was mauled by Celeborn. Seems my sweet Lorien Lord was rather 
ticked *he* didn’t get anything!  Thanks to everyone for the 
encouragement! Thanks to MA for the beta, as always sweets! Enjoy and 
please review!  
 
{3432 SA, Eve before the March to Mordor}  
 
I close my eyes as I listen to the stars’ song, barely heard over the din of 
the soldiers that have gathered within Imladris. I can feel my lover’s 
agitation in the other room as he speaks with Elendil over the upcoming 
battle. Oropher has already stormed out, obviously displeased, but I refuse 
to go in there. I do not mind humans for the most part, even ones that have 
the faint line of the Firstborns within them, but I do not trust Elendil or 
Isildur. It was because of them that this happened. Just as it was because 
of Celebrimbor that the Rings were made in the first place.  
 
Yet I digress, but then that is not unusual given the time. My thoughts shift 
back to when I first had met my beloved Ereinion in Lindon. I had gone 
there to ask for assistance in defending Eregion. Our eyes had met and it 
was as if my soul had twined with his. Later that very night, I went to his 
rooms, called there by his thoughts of me. Much had it been with 
Galadriel, only more intense. This was the calling of two Lords…two 
warriors.  
 
After the battle at Eregion, I returned to him, not able to stand being near 
Galadriel. I needed my Ereinion, the one whom understood what I had 
done and had gone through. He comforted me; his presence was a 
soothing balm to my grieving heart and my presence a steady rock for 
what was to come.  
 
Now, we both dread what is to come. A battle of epic proportions that will 
hold all of Arda in a balance between light and darkness. My soul 
shudders at the thought of what is at stake and I know that I will leave for 
Lothlorien once the soldiers head out. I know my love desires me at his 
side, but I am also needed there. I hope that I will be able to join him 
however.  
 
I hear the door open and look over my shoulder to see my dark one enter 
in, looking as frustrated as I had thought he would be. His mind and heart 
are fairly roiling with fear and anger and I reach for him, soothing him. He 
takes my hand and places it on his head, where I remove his crown. Once 
done, I place my forehead against his as I run my fingers through his hair, 
soothing his soul with my own presence.  
 
Our kisses are merely a deepening of our connection as I hold him close, 
allowing him to press us closer together with his strong arms around my 
waist. We move to the bed and make love several times; somehow 
knowing this may indeed be the last.  
 
As I gaze at him while he sleeps curled into me, I feel a sense of 
foreboding. Fire and pain shoot through me briefly and I hold my breath 
against the sudden tears. I hold him close to me and pray that he does not 
leave me. I know if I were to ever lose him…I would lose all.  
 
~Fin