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For a brief moment, Elrond leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

Y/n’s eyes suddenly lit up as she finally unearthed the scroll she had been seeking, grasping it triumphantly, a soft smile breaking across her features.

So he spoke up, “Looking for something, Princess?”

She yelped and flipped around, hiding the scroll behind her back. “I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, “Weren’t you?”

“No…” she muttered,

“What do you have there?”

“…Nothing.”

“Princess, what do you have there?”

“…I don’t have anything.”

“No? What’s behind your back then?”

“My hands,” she said sheepishly,

“Oh?” He smirked smugly, stepping closer, “Well then, please allow me to kiss your hand in greeting, Princess.”

“The- there is no need for that… my Lord Elrond,” she shook her head,

“Please, I insist. It is only proper, princess.”

She slowly shifted a little and revealed her left hand, keeping her right hand well hidden.

Elrond smirked and took her hand, giving it a tender kiss. “And the other?”

“Why?” panic set across her face,

“I wish to give that hand a kiss also.”

She slipped her left hand from his and returned it behind her back. She shuffled her hands around a little and slowly revealed her right hand, keeping her left hand hidden.

He raised an eyebrow and gave her right hand a small kiss. “Now, may I have both?”

“…No.”

“Why not?”

“My hands are… tired,” she said,

“Are they now?” He smirked, “Princess, please show me both of your hands.”

She let out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping as she reluctantly unveiled her other hand, which clutched a scroll tightly. Guilt hung heavily in her gaze, causing her to avert her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his eyes.

The specific scroll she had was one Elrond kept very safe. One of the very few remaining scrolls from the fall of Eregion.

He tried to hold back his shock and tried to remain calm, atleast until he knew why she was taking it. “And for what purpose have you come to take this scroll without asking?”

“…I…I-”

“Princess?”

“My father asked me to.”

“You’re father,” he sighed, “Why am I not surprised?” He held his hand out expectantly,

She nodded and handed it over, shamefully. “Please forgive me, My lord Elrond. I didn’t want to steal it. And I know I would have brought it right back after my father-”

“Princess.” He stopped her, “It is not your fault, I will not chastise you for following the commands of your king and… your father.” He nodded, giving her a small smile, “I know your father has been after this for sometime now, I am sorry he brought you into his deceptions.”

“He so often does,” she sighed,

“I assure you, my anger is not with you, Princess.” He reassured her,

“Thank you,” she smiled softly,

“Go on, back to your father.” He told her, “Tell him how I… forced it from your hand and you fought bravely against me, only to fail at the last moment.”

She nodded and began to head to the door,

“Princess Y/n?”

“Yes, Lord Elrond?” she turned back to him,

“Why did your father send you? Surely he could have sent someone… far more sly, far stronger, far better at such espionage? Forgive me, but why you?”

“I assume he thought you might go easier on me if you did find me.”

He chuckled, “I suppose that is true, I do have… such leanacies when it comes to you, Princess.”

“So… May I take it for my father?” she asked,

“Nice try,” he smirked, “Go on,”

She nodded which a slight giggle, “But… may I still come for our usual tea tomorrow?”

“Of course, you can.” He winked,

“I shall see you then, My Lord Elrond,” she smiled, holding her dress and scampering back to her father,

Elrond smirked and hid the scroll somewhere better in his office, ensuring to lock the drawer tightly, knowing the king would not stop at just sending his sweet daughter.

Elrond came up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. He worked out the tension there and began his hands slipping down and unlacing her gown.

she chuckled rather amused, "Yes?" She raised her eyebrow looking at him in her mirror

he leaned over her shoulder and nipped at her neck. “You looked so beautiful tonight,” he murmured against her skin. His hands continued to work, stripping her gown from her body then slipped inside and caressed the soft skin beneath. His lips trailed over her shoulder, down her back, his hands caressing her waist.

"Well I wanted to look nice. Not everyday we get to have dinner with the king. Much less so with Durin." She explained as she worked allowing him to work on her gown as it gave her one less task to do,

he reached down and finished untied the laces, the dress pooling around her feet. He pressed into her, his hands pulling her hips back against his, molding her body against his. All of her bare flesh against his still clothed body, “And you did.” he breathed against her neck, burying his face against her skin, inhaling her

when the dress and slip hit the floor she was bare but her star necklace that she’d worn since their wedding, "Did I do something to arouse such attention?" She chuckled,

he chuckled when he saw it still around her neck

Hardly. he replied, his hands roaming her body, tracing her curves. He moved her hair aside so he could lavish her neck with kisses. “You didn't have to do anything.” he murmured against her skin, his hands gliding up her stomach, stopping just below her breasts. “I always want to ravish you.” he turned her around to face him, his hands roaming her body, his eyes dark with lust. He pulled her flush against him, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. His tongue darting out, seeking entrance to her mouth,

she kissed back and allowed him entrance gently sucking on his tongue when he did as had long known the affected it had on him,

that small action was enough to drive him to the edge, his breathing deepening into a moan. His hands gripped her hips, needing something to hold on to. He walked her backwards to the bed, gently pushing her to sit on the edge of the mattress

she giggled as he almost tossed her on the sheets, she playfully kicked her feet before elrond crawled between them

First to emerge was lord Celeborn, who then took the hand of his wife Galadriel to aid her down from the horse,

"My lord, it has been too many of these long years," she greeted,

Elrond gave a light laugh, "It truely has been long, too many years" he replied, returning the greeting with a bow and taking her hands, "You look as radiant as ever my lady,"

She smiled the two sharing a moment in peace after such a long friendship,

"Last I saw this place it was a barely pile of rocks and mortar," lord Celeborn laughed, "you have crafted her into a place grander than Lindon I think,"

Elrond laughed, raising one of his hands in a dismissive gesture, clearly proud of the work the elves and men of Rivendell had done, but humble enough to not openly say this at the lavish praise of his home, "I simply provided the groundwork, a place for the great people of middle earth to call home, and it bloomed into this" he replied,

"A second home for many I'm sure" Galadriel smiled just as three girls approached,

Last elrond saw them the two eldest where barely maidens, and the third didn't exist. Now three stood before him.

"May I introduce, Themyscira our youngest" she explained and the little girl no higher then a hobbit bowed in her little blue gown,

Elrond chuckled at the introduction, lowering down to kneel in front of the young maid, smiling as she bowed to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you, little one" he said, his voice warm and soft, gentle and welcoming as he took her tiny fingers into his hand giving her hand a proper little kiss,

"And of course, you will recall Mellimina" Galadriel nodded,

The last time he saw the middle daughter she was a meer child no taller then his knee, she now stood almost to his shoulder with long blonde hair like her mother in a soft yellow gown,

"It is a pleasure, my lord," Melimina bowed,

Elrond nodded remembering her as a little girl, He was surprised by how fast she'd grown and how grown up, "No need for that, mellimina" he said warmly, waving a dismissive hand, "I am simply a friend, no need for titles and formalities" he smiled taking her hand to give it a polite kiss too,

"And I'm sure you shall recall Y/n," Galadriel smiled,

And for a moment elrond was speechless, Y/n, galadriel’s eldest daughter, last he saw her she was barely a maiden coming into her own, she stood now at his shoulder, a bodythat would be a Syren call for any man, wearing a lilac gown with embroidered stars, with hair pins of silver stars gracing her locks, a elvish gem necklace around her neck,

She looks up at him with eyes like gems as she bows without a word,

Elrond stared in awe, his heart beating a little faster as he looked upon the woman who stood before him. She was not the girl he remembered, she was grown now, grown and stunning. All the air seemed to flee his lungs as he gazed into those emerald eyes, her image in front of him like a vision that he would gladly lose himself in for an eternity. He stared for a few beats, unable to speak as he returned from the trance and gave her a nod, praying to the Valar that nobody had noticed his stare or the pink hue creeping across his cheeks, he swallowed, trying desperately to regain his composure and force the words from his lips "I remember you well my lady," he smiled taking her hand and giving it a slightly prolonged kiss,

"I to recall you my lord, I admit such memories I am reminded of fondly, I hope such years have blessed you with good health since last we met?" Y/n smiled, she spoke like a proper elven lady, much like her mother

a warm, genuine smile played across elronds lips as he nodded in response. She was as poised and as elegant as he remembered, but now there was also a maturity about her, a beauty that he'd never noticed before. He would get lost in the sound of her voice had it not been for her question, "Yes- yes I am well," he replied, his mind suddenly blank as he found it near impossible to think of anything to say when he stared into those eyes of hers, he took a quiet breath, gathering his thoughts and composure as he prepared to speak. He was a powerful elf Lord and commander, and yet now, in front of this beautiful maiden all he could think of was the way her gown shone in the sunlight, the way her lips moved when she smiled and the way her necklace sparkled against her neck, "And you my lady.. you are well?" he asked, silently cursing himself at how awkward he felt in this moment. He sounded like a flustered fool, stumbling over his words

"I have been blessed by such peace," she nodded

Luckily Galadriel and Celeborn requested to prepare their room, the younger girls did also but,

“If it is all the same I would adore a walk of the Rivendell Gardens,” Y/n smiled, “The foliage this time of year is so divine,”

“Yes, yes of course I’d be happy to take you.” he nodded

Galadriel, Celeborn and the girls excused themselves, Elrond praying silently they would keep a safe distance. He turned his attention back to Y/n, now alone in the courtyard.

Elrond exhaled a breath he had been holding, a soft sound of relief, his nerves slowly fading as he smiled warmly at her and offered his arm to lead her down to the gardens, he walked slowly beside her, silently trying to come up with something to say "You've grown so much.. you were just a small girl last I saw you" he laughed softly

she smiled as they walked, her hands wrapped around his arm in a very lady like way,

"Yes, the years have been long since last we are one another. I believe it was when you came to visit lothlorien before the birth of Themescara, I was but a child then,"

"Just a small child yes," he agreed quietly, his mind wandering back to the memory. He could still picture her, running through the gardens chasing butterflies, her little dress covered in a dusting of dirt, he chuckled as a thought crossed his mind, causing him to look at the woman beside him "You did cause quite a bit of mischief as a girl"

"I suppose it is the blessing of all children, to be graced with such chaos" She smiled,

He chuckled quietly, the image of her small form tearing through the gardens still clear in his mind "Yes.. though not all children have quite the same level of chaos. I believe you were one of the worst"

"I suppose I was, but isn't that the job of a first born?" She laughed

he laughed with her, shaking his head and looking down at the ground, "No, my sweetling, the job of the first born child is to be a good example, good role to their younger siblings, not to cause chaos" he teased gently, his voice soft and warm

she softly blushed "I know, I straightened up of course, for my sister's and for the people of lothlorien,"

he smiled down at her, seeing the blush that had risen to her soft cheeks. He felt a strange flutter in his stomach, butterflies that he had not felt before, as he looked at her face. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his thoughts racing as he desperately tried to find something to say, "Of course.. and look at you now, such a proper elvish lady" he teased gently

"I do my best" she smiled "… Father says he must take me to Lindon" she said rather sadly

he felt a pang in his heart as she spoke, a soft frown on his face. "To lindon… why?" he asked, his voice quiet and sad. The idea of losing sight of her again, being unable to see her or speak with her left a sour feeling in his chest.

"To formally present me to the elven court, and the high king." She nodded "as daughter of lady galadriel and lord celeborn, I am to be formally presented at court, so I may be wed to a high elven lord" she explained sadly

his heart clenched at the sound of the last part of her words, a cold feeling forming in his chest and a bitter taste in his mouth. His mind filled with cruel images of her being courted by high elven lords, her gentle laugh heard in the halls when she smiled at some young commander, her arm linked with another mans. It filled him with a strange mixture of anger and sadness. he tried his hardest to keep the anger he felt from showing in his voice "So.. you will be wed"

"I must do what my father commands of me"

he felt the words like a stab to his heart, a deep sadness filling the place where the anger had been. He had held her as a child, watched her grown into woman and now, after all these long years he was so close to losing her again "You could refuse" he said suddenly, his grip on her arm tightening. He stopped and pulled her to a halt, forcing her to face him

"I do not wish to upset them" she said "I must do what is best for my people, must I not?"

"But it may not be best for you" he said, gripping her upper arms now, turning her body to face him. "Being wed to some commander, some high elven lord, forced to live far out in lindon, is that truly what you want?" he asked, his voice quiet and pleading

"… I want whatever will make my family happy, whatever makes my people happy, whatever brings peace and tranquility is all I desire. And if my happiness is what must be the price then … So be it"

he felt a lump form in his throat, the thought of her sacrificing her happiness for others breaking his heart. He found himself taking a step closer to her, still holding her arms firmly, his fingers gripping the soft material of her gown "You can't possibly believe that. You deserve more than that, you deserve to be happy too"

"… I gave up many happinesses in the years since you last saw me. I suppose that's part of maturity, learnt to then away from that which use to bring you such joy…"

he stared down at her, his heart wrenching in his chest at her words. Without thinking, he reached up and cupped her cheeks, his fingers on either side of her face

she gasped her lips parted,

He swallowed, looking down at her. He noticed every feature now, the way her lashes framed her eyes, the rosy pink colour of her lips, the way her hair framed the soft curves of her face "You cannot give up on yourself" he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion "you cannot just accept that you will be unhappy…"

"… If I did what I knew would make me happy, I would have been cast out years ago" she whispered "there is… So much in this world I… desire. But my own pleasure and joy is not the life of a lady… Even if I so wish it could be"

he felt her words like a physical blow, his chest aching under the weight of emotion. Every part of him longed to pull her close, to hold her against his chest and assure her he could give her whatever she desired, to kiss those soft pink lips till he had taken all the air from her lungs. But he held himself firmly in place, his hands gripping her cheeks gently "And what is it you desire my sweetling…"

Without a single word, she moved to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, he lips soft and tender, she smelt of lavender flowers and tasted of strawberries, her hands settling on his chest as she pulled back enough to see his eyes

he froze in shock for a moment, unable to believe the soft feeling of her lips on his. For a moment, it seemed to him that the earth had stopped turning, that the world was no longer moving. The press of her lips against his own was like a jolt of electricity that shot through his body. It took an almost painful amount of effort on his part to prevent him from wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, crushing her body against his in an embrace, until she pulled back and he gazed down at her, his heart racing "that.. was what you wanted?"

"mhm," she nodded her fingers playing with his clothes a little,

he exhaled a shaky breath, his mind still swirling from the feeling of her lips on his own. The way she played with the material of his clothes sent a strange shiver down his spine, and it took a lot of effort to not press her back against the nearest tree and claim her for himself he gazed down at her, unable to look away from her beautiful face, her pretty pink lips "And what else do you desire, sweetling?"

she softly bit her bottom lip and pushed his arms to entrap her waist

he let her move his hands, the feeling of the soft material of her gown under his fingers like silk as he slid his hands down to her waist. He could feel her body under the fine material, every curve of her waist and hips, and it took all of his self control to not pull her body against his, "And what else?… Tell me, sweetling" he said again, his voice thick with desire and need

"hummm I think it's your turn to tell me something you desire, my lord."

he swallowed, his hands gripping the material of her gown, taking in the feeling of her body against his palms. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly that he ached from the want of her. He wanted to hold her, feel every curve of her body, to run his hands through her hair, taste her skin.. he wanted her so badly it was like a fire in his blood he took a quiet breath, trying to control himself "You.. I desire you"

she bit her lip a little harder, and she giggled a little as he pulled her against him, squeezing their bodies together, "as so I" she whispered against his lips

he swallowed a gasp as he pulled her close to him, the feeling of her body against his own sending a shiver down his spine. He could smell the scent of lavender and it filled his mind with thoughts, of tangled legs and the sound of her soft moans. He longed desperately to run his fingers across her skin, to find every sensitive spot on her body and claim it for himself, he lifted a hand to her chin, tilting her face so they were only inches apart "How am I to keep my hands to myself if you do that"

"I do not wish you to keep them to yourself" she softly giggled

a smirk slowly formed on his face as he heard her words, his thumb caressing the soft skin of her chin as he gazed down at her, "Oh sweetling" he whispered, his heart racing, desire and need filling his body like liquid fire "you don't know what you're asking for"

"I have had years to know what I am asking…" She whispered back

he exhaled a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he tried to control himself. The feel of her body against his own was driving him insane, the sound of her voice in his ear sending his heart racing. He knew this should stop, that he should pull away from her before it was to late, before he could no longer control the fire in his blood. but her words, her breath against his ear, her body so close to his, it was like a drug that he could not resist, "You don't know what I want to do to you, sweetling"

she softly Giggled "I do not, but I'd like to know."

he felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of her laugh, her voice like sweet music to his ears. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her neck, just below her ear "I want to touch you. I want to hold you… I want to bury myself in you" he whispered quietly, his voice thick with desire

she blushed hard craning her neck to allow him more space to kiss

he pressed a line of soft kisses down her neck, his hands gripping her sides as he whispered against her skin "I want to hear you moan" he purred, his voice like velvet "I want to taste you, make you come undone in my arms" he continued to kiss down her neck, his hands moving to her rear and pulling her body against his as he whispered in her ear "I want to take you to my bed and keep you there, so I can hear the lovely noises you make when I touch you"

she giggled once more as he pulled her as tight to him as possible, his hands on her ass, her chest pressed against his, heaving as she gasps desperately, "Then what is stopping you?"

Elrond's eyes met her and bulged slightly in surprise, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of her. “My darling,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing he wasn’t used to her being so bold… but he liked it. He slowly approached her, his gaze never leaving hers. As he drew closer, the sweet scent of jasmine wafted off her skin, enveloping him in a sensual embrace. His hands reached out to gently caress her waist, “Hello, my beautiful Y/n,” Elrond murmured, his fingers trailing along the edge of her robe. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What did I do to deserve such a welcome?”

Y/n cooed stepping backwards out of his grip, "You remember... Some days ago now, we discussed... Our intentions for attempting, little elves?" She hinted,

Elrond's eyebrows raised at her coy mention of their previous conversation. “Yes, my darling. I remember quite well.” Elrond's heart raced with anticipation as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. “You look exquisite,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Do you want me to worship every inch of your perfect body tonight, Y/n?” he growled pulling her against him letting her feel how hard just the meer sight of her like this had made him,

Y/n scoffed and pushed off her robe leaving her naked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "Not tonight... Tonight... I want a baby."

Elrond's breath hitched as her lips brushed against his, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. When he opened them again, they were filled with a mix of love, desire, and something deeper a of how he longed to create a family with the woman he adored, “Y/n,” he breathed out, His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, pouring all of his love and yearning into the embrace. Elrond slowly lowered them both onto the bed, never breaking contact with her mouth. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his hands roaming over every curve of her body. “And I want nothing more than to give you a child.” Elrond positioned himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her thigh.

"I love you too." She cooed, her hand stroking down his stomach and unlacing his breeches,

Elrond's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. His hands gently cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing them to pebble and ache for more. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

Y/n gasped, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Elrond's other hand slid down her stomach, his fingers delving between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. “You're so wet for me,” He slid his index and middle finger inside her thrusting hard as he moved his hips until she squealed

“I need you, my love,” Y/n whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.

Elrond continued his tongue circling her nipple before he took it fully into his mouth and sucked hard.

Y/n cried out, her nails digging into his back as pleasure and pain intertwined.

“You sure you want this?” he asked pushing off his breeches, letting his hard cock spring free,

“I know I do, do you?”

“Yes my darling,” he growled against her skin, his breath hot against her chest. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her warmth. With one powerful thrust, Elrond buried himself inside her, filling her. Elrond began to move, slowly at first, savouring the feel of her tight heat gripping him. He set a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one sending Y/n closer to the edge. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. His thrusts became harder, faster, and more urgent. Y/n met him stroke for stroke, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper inside her.

“Yes! Yes!” she begged, her nails raking down his back as she approached her orgasm. “Faster!”

Elrond obliged, his pace intensifying as he felt her tighten around him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to thrust into her. “I- I’m So close,” he grunted against her lips, his own orgasm looming just out of reach.

Y/n broke the kiss, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she screamed out her release. Her eyes rolled back and her nails scratched his back like cat claws.

The feel of her shuddering around him pushed Elrond over the edge, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he spilt himself inside her, filling her with his seed. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them panting heavily. He pulled her close, his arm wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “That was incredible,” he murmured, kissing the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

Y/n smiled contentedly, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Now we wait,” she said softly,

Elrond smiled resting a hand on her belly, “Now we wait. With bated breaths my darling.” he cooed kissing her lips softly, “I love you so much Y/n,”

"I have heard of what my father asks of you. I find it... A matter of such cruelty. Such ruthless ambition has blinded him to care. That he asks this of you. To place the fate of all our race on your shoulders, those same shoulders he has already burdened with so much... It... It makes me weep why he asks... Nay demands. You break this oath. To your friend of so many decades."

Elrond's expression darkened as she mentioned the demand, sighing as he sat on the edge of his bed, his hand rubbing his temple "It is a... A heavy ask of me. An impossible choice, one I do not think I can make. But what do you want me to do little princess? I cannot defy the king. I owe much of my life to him."

"I owe him my whole life and yet I still would defy him in this moment. Your word is your law and what is any of our immortal lives at the price of breaking such oaths of trust and loyalty." She explained "If you break this oath... You will lose your beloved kin in Durin. Lose the faith of all dwarves for generations to come. Sour the good word of elves and the Valar themselves. Please... I know this weighs on you herald Elrond, but do not bear this alone."

Elrond sat silent as the princess gave her words, his expression conflicted. He knew she spoke the truth, that the price of breaking his honour was great. But to break it he would bring hope to his people. After a moment of silence, he let out a weary sigh, looking up at the princess sadly. "What do you think I should do little one? What would you do in my place if it came to it?"

"... I would slap my father for making such a request," she chuckled, "and then I would set my wisest to the task of the tree. Send elves I trust to every kingdom that holds more than ten souls. And I would beg them for their words and try everything that could be done. There must be another way beyond this... Ore my father lusts for so desperately.”

Elrond chuckled slightly at her comment, his expression showing a hint of amusement at how quickly she answered, her ideas certainly weren't unwise. He crossed his arms as he hummed in thought "That is not a bad idea, my little princess, though I'm not sure the king would take too kindly to you slapping him" he joked

"In this matter he deserves it. When he told me what he asked of you I almost did so myself."

Elrond laughed softly at the idea of his little princess slapping the king, his hand raising to his mouth to contain it secretly, "He would have your hand for that, my princess. But that is not necessary" he said, "I will do what you suggested, I will send word to all of the elven realms and see what I can do"

"it was necessary." She said firmly "he demands you break an oath, sour your name, dirty your hands and not his own." She explained

Elrond's smile faded at her firm and harsh tone, his expression turning slightly sombre as he nodded his head in agreement. "you're right, my princess. It is not right of him to demand this of me, to force me to break my honour. He should not use my loyalty against me like this. You are a lot more insightful than I give you credit for"

she softly smiled "... I wish I could do more. I know my words provide little comfort in this matter." She sighed "but... I do have another comfort I may offer?"

Elrond returned her soft smile, his eyes looking curious at her words. He chuckled slightly and raised a brow "and now you have piqued my curiosity. What is this other comfort you wish to offer me?"

she softly blushed before she stepped back slightly away from him, "My father asks of you an impossible task. To break an oath sworn to your greatest friend. To soil your honour and dirty your hands in a matter he wishes to wash his own off." She explained pulling the long pin from her hair and letting her hair fall loose "And I offer you, a turn of stone. An eye for an eye. A broken oath for a broken oath" she said unlacing the gown, "in comfort for my father's demand for you to break your oath to prince Durin. I shall break in turn an oath to my father." She said letting her dress pool at her feet standing innocently completely naked, "and allow myself to have my own honour broken by you."

Elrond watched her as she stripped down, his eyes widening in surprise at her words and her actions, not having expected this at all. He stared at her in silence for a few moments, his heart racing and all although he did not intend it his body hardening at the meer sight of her like this, he was speechless, before finally gathering his words and speaking "My little princess... You would... You would have me stain your honour? That is most noble... And most foolish" he stood up from the bed, moving towards her. He looked into her eyes, a mix of concern and care in his gaze. He placed a gentle hand on her cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb "My sweet little princess, are you sure this is what you want to do? To throw away your honour at the price of mine own?"

"I am sure." She whispered

he let out a weary sigh, his expression soft, he looked at her for a few moments, the conflict clear within his eyes, his mind in turmoil. He cared for the princess, he had for a long while. She was young, innocent, carefree, and he sought to protect her honour. Yet here she was, willing to throw it away. His heart couldn’t say no. "Very well... If you are sure, my little princess”

she nodded Blushing softly her lips parted and her eyes on his,

he let his eyes roam over her form, taking in the sight of her. An ethereal beauty that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from, his hand gently brushing down from her cheek and down her neck, onto her shoulder, and then along the side of her body "You are certain, my princess? Once this is done, it cannot be undone”

"I am certain." She whispered moving to her tiptoes to press her lips to his

his eyes widened slightly before gently closing as her lips met his, his other hand moving to the small of her back, gently holding her in place against his body as he kissed her back. He could feel his heart speeding up as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his, his mind overwhelmed with the sensation. After a moment, his tongue gently moved against her lower lip, gently asking for entrance

she happily parted her lips for him and softly moaned into the kiss

he let out a soft moan of his own as her lips parted for him, his tongue slipping into her mouth and gently exploring the soft, wet cavern. His free hand moved from her back and up to the nape of her neck, gently holding her head in place as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing gently against hers as he felt his self-control waver

he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to catch his breath, his breathing shallow and eyes darkened. He kept her body flush against his own as he looked down at her, his heart racing and his body heating "Are you still sure of this, little princess?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. He couldn’t deny the need he felt, the desire to take her here and now against the wall. But he would never do anything without her consent.

she giggled and nodded excitedly jumping onto his bed and hooking her index finger to summon him to bed with her.

he laughed slightly at her little command, finding her adorable while also finding her immensely sexy, especially now with her lying on his bed. He approached her, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over her. He looked down at her with a look of want and need in his eyes, his body pressing gently against hers as he knelt between her legs. "You are far too impatient for one so young, little princess"

"Then surely... You must be even more impatient than I?" She teased

he chuckled and lowered his head down, until his lips were nearly touching her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke in whispers "Oh, you have no idea how impatient you've made me, little one... I'm trying to stay in control, but you've made it rather difficult" his hands moved down her body, gently caressing her curves as he spoke. he left a trail of soft kisses down her neck as he moved down slowly, savoring each one. He left a soft kiss on her collarbone, then her chest, and then her ribs, his tongue leaving a wet trail as it moved over her skin. He gently nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving soft marks in his wake

she gasped and whimpered twisting her fingers in his hair innocently keeping her knees together

he moved his hands down and gently placed them on her knees, gently moving them apart as he continued his kisses further down her body. He glanced up at her from between her legs and smirked, his eyes darkened with desire "No need to keep them together, little one... I'll take care of you" he murmured before gently nipping at her thighs, leaving more little marks on her pale skin

she softly Giggled clearly a little nervous but excited still,

he could feel the nervous energy radiating off her, a mixture of excitement and inexperience. He could only imagine this was the first time she'd done anything like this, making him pause his actions. He looked back up at her, his expression softened to one of care and comfort, his hands moving to pull off his clothes, leaving him bare to her eyes, "If you become uncomfortable at any time, you need only tell me, and I will stop." he said, his voice gentle and soft

"I will, I promise." She cooed "but you need not stop, my darling."

he returned the smile as she spoke, his heart fluttering at the sweet name she called him. He chuckled a bit before his expression darkened with desire again, his eyes looking up at her as he spoke "You are an absolute treasure, my princess, with your little commands and sweet words" he moved his hands up stroking her thighs his eyes watching her expression to gage her comfort level, his mind awash in thought. He wanted her so badly that he could hardly control himself. Yet he wanted to be gentle and caring with her, to make sure he didn't overstep her comfort level. His eyes looked at her bare form, admiring the sight before him her own eyes looking back with the same admiration. his gaze roamed over her body, drinking in every curve and contour, his eyes lingering on the delicate folds of her sex. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the sight before him, his desire for her growing with each passing moment. Reaching out, he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “You're so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, full of emotion. “I've been wanting to see you like this for what feels like an eternity.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss, the touch sending sparks flying through her body.

she softly blushed her legs trembling with excitement, "as have I."

His mouth lingered on hers, savouring the taste of her lips, his tongue dipping inside to dance with hers. He felt her tremble beneath him, and a surge of possessiveness ran through him, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through his own body. As they broke apart for air, he smiled down at her, his eyes burning with desire “My love,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. “Let me show you what I've been waiting for.” He reached out his hand closing around the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke as he gazed at her.

she gasped and whimpered slightly in fear at the sight,

Her reaction sparked something primal within him, and he felt a growl rise up in his throat. But he suppressed it, not wanting to scare her further. Instead, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw “It's okay,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.” He leaned in close, his nose brushing against hers as he spoke. His warm breath danced across her skin, “Trust me,” he urged, his eyes locked on hers. “I want to pleasure you, not frighten you.”

"I trust you... I... I fear you are to big for me." She blushed

A low rumble of amusement escaped his chest as he heard her words, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He gently pulled back from her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled “Oh, my little princess,” he teased, his voice dripping with affection “You worry too much about size. It's not about being big enough, it's about fitting together.” He leaned in close once more, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered “I'll take care of you,” His hot breath as he continued to whisper in her ear “We'll find a way to fit together perfectly.” His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging gently into the flesh as he guided her closer. He could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with unspoken desire. Slowly, he began to move against her, his cock sliding along her labia lips, “You're so wet for me already,” he breathed, his voice husky with approval His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he continued to rub himself against her. The friction was intense, and she felt herself getting hotter by the second.

His grip on her hips tightened, and he lifted her onto the edge of the bed, his mouth descending to claim hers once more. Their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as they devoured each other. He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips, her pulse pounding in time with his own. As they kissed, his hands began to roam over her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts. His fingers danced across her nipples, sending shivers down her spine as she arched into his touch. Breaking away from her mouth, he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth.

She gasped, her head falling back as he licked a path down to her collarbone.

“I need you now,” he whispered, his voice rough with urgency he couldn't resist it anymore, he reached down and grasped his cock once more, guiding it towards her entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed inside, feeling her tight heat envelop him like a vice. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his as he began to move within her, their bodies moving in perfect syncopation.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air the creak of the bedframe, the soft gasps and moans that escaped her lips, the ragged breathing that came from both of them.

As he thrust deeper, she let out a cry of pleasure, her nails digging into his scalp as she arched her back. He could feel her walls contracting around him, milking him for every last drop of pleasure. With a final, savage push, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and then froze, savoring the moment of pure bliss that had washed over them both. For a long, suspended moment, they hung there, locked together in a tableau of passion and desire.

Then, slowly, he began to move again, his strokes growing slower and more deliberate as he coaxed her towards a second climax. Her eyes were still locked on his, burning with an inner fire that seemed to match the flames that were raging within him. And as he looked into those depths, he saw something there that gave him pause a glimmer of recognition, perhaps, or a hint of understanding that went far beyond mere physical attraction. Whatever it was, it struck a chord deep within him, and suddenly he was moving faster, harder, driven by a newfound sense of purpose and urgency.

She hit her second orgasm screaming his name and her whole body reacting, which in turn gave him his own orgasm,

Elrond quickly pulled out and came across his sheets already missing the feeling of her the moment he left, “...Uhh… ughh I uh… Little princess,”

“Yes My Darling,” she cooed between her own gasps,

“I adore you my little princess, my love… I mean it when I call you that. I love you,” He cooed stroking her cheek,

“I love you more,” she smiled pulling him into a kiss, “Humm my father will be angry with you,” she giggled,

“Humm… he will, but I will happily face the wrath of our father a thousand times over for another night with you.”

“You need not,” she smirked, “You can have every night for all of eternity.”

“Then I shall savour every last one.” He smirked back pulling her into a deep and loving kiss, “Humm…shall we continue my little princess?” He growled moving his hand to rub her clit,

Her lustrous, curls cascaded down her back, intricately woven into a long, five-strand braid that accentuated the delicate features of her elven heritage. In the flickering candlelight, her skin seemed to glow with an ethereal radiance, adding to her otherworldly allure. Adorned in a floor-length gown of sage green, the fabric hugged her slender figure in all the right places, while corset-style lacing down the front accentuated her graceful silhouette. With every step she took, the soft rustle of the fabric filled the room, adding to the mesmerizing aura that surrounded her.

"I pray I am not disturbing you, Herald Elrond." She softly bowed,

Elrond's expression softened as he took in Lady Y/n's appearance, his gaze lingering on the delicate features of her face before returning to hers. “Not at all, my lady,” he replied, rising from his chair to greet her. “Please, come in. It's...a pleasure to see you.” He walked towards her, his movements fluid and unhurried, and offered her a gentle smile, “I've been meaning to speak with you about your father's passing. I'm so sorry for what happened.” As he spoke, he led her further into the room. The flames danced and crackled, casting a warm glow over the space.

"thank you, your words are a sweet comfort. I grieve for him of course and all he shall not witness but I know he would not wish me to linger in such sadness," she explained, "are you well herald Elrond? I know the high lords and ladies can at times be ... Cold. And I have not seen you at council of late?"

Elrond's eyes clouded slightly at her words, but he nodded understandingly, his expression thoughtful. “I am well enough, my lady,” he said quietly, his voice low and measured. “The weight of their disapproval is nothing new to me. But I have learned to live with it.” He walked over to a nearby table, where a small decanter of wine and two glasses sat waiting. “May I offer you a cup of wine?” As he poured the liquid into the glasses, the scent of fine vintages filled the air, mingling with the smoke from the candles.

"Thank you, you always have the best wines." she smiled stepping closer,

Elrond's eyes met hers, a spark of warmth igniting in their depths as he handed her a glass. “I'm glad someone else appreciates them,” he said, his voice tinged with a subtle intimacy.

As they stood there, the soft clinking of the glasses against each other seemed to fill the silence between them, punctuated only by the faint crackle of the fire.

Without thinking, Elrond reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind Y/n's ear, his fingers grazing her skin in a fleeting caress. Their gazes locked, the air thickening with unspoken tension.

She smiled and gently slipped her wine slowly and silently pacing the table "if I may ... Be somewhat personal?"

Elrond's eyes never left hers, his expression a mask of calm interest, but a hint of curiosity dancing in their depths. “Of course, my lady,” he said, his voice low and inviting, The candlelight cast flickering shadows across his face, His gaze held hers, a sense of expectation building between them, as if he knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"As I'm sure you are well versed... Elves have a habit of being... Slow to action on some matters. Twenty years can seem but a blink of an eye and decisions no matter how small though over with great time and course."

A wry smile played on Elrond's lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded in understanding. “Yes, we elves tend to see beyond the immediate moment,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of self-deprecation. “We often consider the ripples that spread far and wide, like stones cast upon still water.” His gaze drifted away, lost in thought for a moment, before returning to hers, his expression turning introspective.

she nodded in agreement "so true... And larger matters even more so. I have watched so much in my life and I'm sure I have barely scratched the surface of all I am to see." She explained taking a moment to have another sip "So, when I ask this do not think I ask it without the prior thoughts. That I ask in impatience. I ask this having long thought it over"

Elrond's eyes locked onto hers, a deep understanding etched on his face as he listened intently to her words. “I see,” he said, his voice low and measured, as if weighing every syllable. His gaze never wavered, drinking in the sincerity that radiated from her very being. “In that case, I will answer you truthfully,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone, as if the weight of her question had settled squarely upon his shoulders.

"has ... Your immortal life, yet been graced by a companion?" She asked being very proper and refined about the wording she chose as we common for high ladies and lords. She already knew the answer was no, but she still had to ask him.

Elrond's expression turned melancholic, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes as he gazed into the distance, lost in thought. “No,” he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the mere mention of such a thing was almost too painful to bear to think of all those who’s companionship he had lost. His father, his mother, his brother and so many he once called friends, and so many more who he was set to loose in decades to come. For a moment, he remained silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the distant hooting of an owl outside. Then, with a subtle sigh, he refocused on her, his eyes locking onto hers once more, filled with a deep longing that seemed to echo through the ages. “It has not,” he repeated, his voice firm now, but tinged with a hint of regret.

She softly nodded trying to hide her smile "... The spring." She said suddenly Changing the subject, "is often a time known for a fresh look apon the world, something new, a time to begin again or start a new." She suggested "many say... Morning then just flowers bloom in spring?" She encouraged

Elrond's eyes sparkled with amusement, a warm smile spreading across his face as he chuckled at her attempt to steer the conversation towards more pleasant topics. “Ah, yes,” he said, his voice filled with delight, “the spring is indeed a time of renewal, when the world awakens from its winter slumber and all around us comes alive.” he agreed, “but it is also a time for new beginnings, for shedding old skin and embracing the possibilities that lie ahead.” His eyes returned to hers,

she nodded in agreement "Many... Born in my year... Speak of the blessings of spring time. Many of them in Lindon and beyond are coming now to the ending of their own… Courtships." She smiled "I feel somewhat left out of it all." She chuckled "I'm sure you feel the same"

Elrond's expression softened, a sympathetic smile spreading across his face as he listened to her words. “Indeed,” he said, his voice filled with understanding, “many of our kind do find themselves drawn into the whirlwind of courtship and romance during this time of year.” He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he spoke. “As for feeling left out,” he said gently, “I must confess that I have grown accustomed to a certain... solitude over the centuries.” His gaze drifted away, lost in thought for a moment, before returning to hers. “But I sense that there is more to your words than mere sentiment?”

"Perhaps." She chuckled "... Forgive my... Long winded prologue to my true question"

Elrond's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his expression encouraging her to continue. “Please, do not apologize,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing. “There is no need for brevity when the heart speaks from a place of honesty.” He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together in front of him, inviting her to proceed. “So, tell me,” he said, his eyes locked onto hers, “what is it that you truly wish to ask?”

"... I wish to ask." She choked back her own words sitting her glass on the table and moving closer resting her hand softly atop his own, "if perhaps this spring, you and I may?" She blushed suggestively

Elrond's eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilating as he felt the soft touch of her hand on top of his. For a moment, he seemed frozen in surprise, but then a slow smile spread across his face, and he reached up to gently brush his hand against her cheek, “Perhaps,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “this spring may bring more than just renewal and growth.” His eyes locked onto hers, burning with intensity as he spoke. He leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers, as he breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume.

she nodded her eyes wide with excitement,

Elrond's eyes flashed with desire as he gazed at her, his lips still inches from hers. Without another word, he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. As they kissed, the air around them seemed to vibrate with tension, the only sound the quiet hum of the candles and the soft rustle of their clothing. Elrond's hands slid up her arms, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in a sensual dance.

Their bodies pressed together, sending shivers down their spines as they savored the taste of each other.

It had been centuries since Elrond had felt this way about anyone, and yet, with her, it was like no time had passed at all. As they broke apart for air, Elrond's eyes locked onto hers, burning with passion and desire.

she bit her lip but shook her head, "Forgive me but... I will not.”

“Whyever not?”

“Until I know you what Intentions you lead me there with Herald Elrond." She whispered, "A lady of the court must... Remain ever vigilant. So tell me? Your Intentions. As I'm sure I need not tell you that if courtship are not to be given I shall have to decline such …actions," she cooed purposely toying with him a little,

Elrond's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths as he regarded her. He knew that she was playing a delicate game, testing his intentions and weighing her options carefully. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the silence hang between them like a challenge. Then, with a subtle smile, “My dear lady,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “I assure you, my intentions are pure... and entirely honorable.” He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he continued, “No games, no politics, no hidden agendas, only the simple joy of each other's company... and whatever else may come of it.” With a sly smile, he added, “I promise you... the most unforgettable night of your life.”

"I do not want one night Elrond." She said "for one night alone would be a curse, a forever memory I will never be able to feel satisfied without" she said "I ask for every night. Or not at all." She whispered kissing his hand in hers holding it to her chest so he could feel how her heart was racing

Elrond looked at her, his gaze searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but instead, he saw only conviction and desire. For a moment, he said nothing, his mind reeling with the implications of her words. No one had ever asked him for such a thing before... no one had ever dared to dream of having him all to themselves. And yet, something about her request resonated deep within him. Perhaps it was the sincerity in her voice, or the way she held his hand to her chest, feeling his pulse beat alongside hers... Whatever the reason, Elrond found himself nodding slowly, a small smile spreading across his face. “Every night,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"truely? This is what you want?" She whispered terrified he would reject her

Elrond's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with a fierce inner light as he nodded again, his grip on her hand tightening. “Truly,” he repeated, his voice firm and resolute. “I want everything you can give me,” he whispered, his breath caressing her skin as he leaned in closer. “I want to wake up beside you every morning, to feel your touch and taste your lips.” His eyes burned with intensity as he spoke, his words pouring out like a river of fire. “I want to explore every inch of your body, to learn every curve and contour, every secret and every pleasure.” he cooed, “Say the words, and I will make you my wife by the dawn.”

“Yes.” She gasped,

Princess Y/n, the beloved daughter of High King Gil-Galad, nestled herself in a secluded arbour, its stone roof blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. The gentle rustle of leaves whispered around her, shielding her from prying eyes. Her long, flowing hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, glimmering softly in the dappled sunlight, while a delicate tiara, intricately designed with shimmering gems and intricate filigree, rested elegantly upon her head. The deep purple of her gown pooled gracefully around her as it was adorned with golden flowers that seemed to bloom in the fabric, catching the light with every movement.

But… her face was a rack with pleasure, her eyes closed tight, her mouth agape. Her dress was pushed up around her knees and her hand hidden below.

Elrond’s eyes widened at the sight of her like this, he knew he should look away, he should leave but… he found it impossible. A dark smile crawled across his lips as he let his eyes flick over her.

She squirmed slightly in her seat unaware she was being observed so intensely, almost moaning.

He bit his lip hard unable to resist the need to step closer to her hiding place, he wanted to keep watching but knew it would be far more fun to allow her to know of his presence, so he cleared his throat loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n’s eyes flew open in shock, and a deep crimson hue spread across her cheeks, casting a warm glow on her skin. In a flurry of movement, she quickly withdrew her hand from beneath the elegant fabric of her gown. Flustered, she hastily smoothed down her dress, as she got to her feet, while she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Oh I ughh I umm He- Herald El-Elrond…”

“Princess,” he bowed low with his hands behind his back,

“I ughh forgive me, I didn’t uh…”

“Didn’t hear me arrive?” he stood once more,

“No, I uhh I did not.”

“I did sneak up on you a little, didn’t I?”

“You uhh you did.”

“Enjoying your time in the gardens, princess?”

“Yes I uhh… it is … lovely… enjoyable place,” she said fiddling with her rings,

“Indeed.” he nodded, “I was hoping for some privacy myself,” he smirked, “However… for far different reasons than you,”

“S-so you-”

“I saw, Princess.”

“P-Please do not tell my father,” she begged,

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Thank you Herald Elrond,” she nodded,

“Just Elrond is acceptable, don’t you think princess?”

“Yes. I suppose so.” she agreed, “Forgive me-”

“There is nothing to forgive, I interrupted your privacy.” He said, “And I do apologize,”

“It’s alright,” she blushed,

“If I may? Why in the gardens, princess?” he asked, “Surely your room would be more comfortable?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “However, guards stand at my balcony and doors all hours of the day.”

“I see. Hard to be alone then.”

“Yes.” She sighed, “And my father… doesn’t believe in knocking.”

“I admit, he does seem like the sort.” he laughed,

She softly laughed too,

“He should have more respect for your privacy, you are not such a little princess anymore.”

“I don’t think my father will ever see me as more than his little princess,”

“Parents are often that way,” He nodded, “But… if you are in need of a more, private place to attend such business, I would be more than delighted to offer my princess, My chambers?”

She blushed once more, “Th- That is too kind Herald Elrond,”

“I insist,”

“Thank you,” she giggled,

“You’re welcome, Princess.” he smiled, “I shall leave you to your business,” he bowed low once more and turned to leave,

“I- I- Elrond!” she called out,

“Yes Y/n?” He smirked as he turned back to her,

“Do you think… your chambers may be available now?” she smiled,

“They can be.” He bit his lip,

“And is there any chance of any assistance?” she smirked,

“Ohh? Well… I think there certainly is.” He smirked offering his hand,

She happily slid her hand into his,

“I am more than happy to assist with your business this afternoon, Princess” he nodded, “So long as you are willing to assist me with mine?”

he reached a hilltop and stopped to look across the moors, and even in the darkness, he saw them. The band of orcs walked towards the rocks, shuffling about the way orcs often did. And at the back of the pack, two of the four elves were captured from their party both of the women of course.

He saw Y/n and he felt a rage build inside him. She was stripped of her gown wearing only tattered rags to conceal her, forced to all barefoot on the rocks, her feet and body bleeding, rope around her wrists and her neck leading her forward with the orcs, her cheeks stained with tears. She tried to resist them but one orc slapped her across the face almost knocking her to the floor, before grabbing her chest to fondle while she screamed and he laughed at her fear,

Elrond watched as the orcs dragged Y/n along, his anger reaching a boiling point. Every fiber of his being ached with the desire to run down and grab her. The sight of them touching her and causing her pain was almost to much for him to bear. He had to force himself stand still and control his impulses. He wanted to jump down from the hills and run towards them, to grab her and take her away from this hellish nightmare. He wanted to kill every single orc that had touched her and make them suffer for what they had done to her,

His heart was beating faster than ever and his eyes were fixed on her. He couldn't stand to see her in harms way like this. Even her tears were too much for him. This was the woman he loved more than anything in the world and she was suffering at the hands of these monsters. He followed them at a safe distance until they made camp for the coming dawn hiding away in a low mountain cave. They set up their camp and let the prisoners linger outside,

Elrond kept himself hidden, taking note of every aspect of the camp. The cave, the orcs, the guards outside. He needed to find a way to save her. He had to. But the sight of her outside the cave was almost to much for him. He was just a few meters away and yet he felt like a world separated them. He wanted nothing more then to run towards her and hold her but he knew it was too dangerous, he had to bide his time till an oppourtunity came up,

the orcs began to hide away as the sun was set to rise but one large orc came out and looked over the captured prisoners He walked among them, sniffling them, touching them, to select whichever would be the victim of 'the pile'

The pile was a common torment orcs inflicted on female elves, they'd be stripped and tossed to a group no smaller than five, and they'd grab her limbs and take turns to violently rape her piling on her so she had no escape or resistance, they’d grope her, tickle her, humiliate and degrade her in whatever way they could

“That's not going to happen, I swear it. I won't let it” he thought to himself as he looked at the orc. His mind was racing trying to think of a way to save her before it was too late.

"This one." The orc demanded as he picked out the victim. It was Y/n

"No! No! Noo let me go!" She screamed

He watched as the orc picked Y/n. Rage and terror building up inside of him like never before. He couldn't let this happen he had to do something, There was no way he was going to let them hurt her. His heart was racing faster than ever as he frantically tried to think of a plan to stop them without alerting the orcs to his presence. This was the moment, if he didn't save her now he may never get another chance He knew that if he failed it could mean death for them both. But he was willing to risk it all. For her.

he picked up a rock and tossed it over to the other side of the pass, which caught the orcs attention, he grabbed a knife tossing Opheila to the floor before going to investigate leaving her and the other prisoners unattended,

He moved carefully as to not alert the other orcs to his presence and silently stepped towards where Y/n was lying on the ground His heart was in his mouth as he approached her.

She looked up at him and for a moment her eyes widened in disbelief, he could see the pain and fear she had endured in them, but as soon as she saw him a flicker of hope seemed to light them up. she began to silently cry tears of joy to see him, and she quickly moved to her feet, craning her head and holding up her arms so he could cut her binds

He gently began to cut through the ropes binding her with the swiftness of a practised hand. As soon as he removed the ropes he immediately pulled her into an embrace, holding her tight against him. He felt like he could finally breathe again now that she was in his arms. He never wanted to let her go

"Please…we have to get out of here…" she whispered her voice shaking from her broken and bruised lips

He nodded, knowing she was right. Time was running out, he couldn't afford to linger here and risk one of the Orcs coming back. Elrond helped to release the other prisoners letting them go free and he turned back to his beloved Y/n. He held her closer, his arm around her waist as he started backing away towards the mouth of the mountain pass. "Come on, we need to go. Can you run?"

she nodded "For you I can."