Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Truly Exposed (Second Age) (Celeborn/Galadriel) |
Galadriel muses on what her husband loves best. (Warning: Sexually suggestive.) |
| He loves best those nights when Nenya lays hidden; when cold metal does not burn his skin. His hands first claimed me in Doriath that was. A squeeze, a trailed finger, and I longed to feel him closer. Daeron's fingers coaxed no sweeter music from lute than Celeborn's from me. Matters of state pull us apart tonight, but a hand on my shoulder, a thumb venturing below his rich velvet collar, remind us of what may come later. 'Tis all we now require. Tonight I shall lay aside Nenya. I too love best when his warm hands engulf my own. |