COLD AS ICE
1. COLD AS ICE
She looks cold. I cross the floor and gather her in my arms. She looks at me but does not smile.
"Oh, Celeborn", she whispers, and sags against me. I feel myself rise, and I lift her off her feet. I kneel beside her on the bed where I have placed her.
My hands fumble with the many closures of her robes. Easily, she lifts them off, and I drown in the white, cold sea that is her essence.
My manhood seeks the warmth inside her. Finding it, I am lost in the bliss, warm and cold, that is Galadriel.
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