72. Late The Yule Games Begin
“I hate to wake up.” She murmured sleepily.
A low chuckle vibrated through his bare chest, “You would trade the wonders of our real world for the dream one, ind nin?”
She laughed softly and burrowed closer into his body. “There we are never interrupted meleth nin and we can enjoy the delights of each other’s body for as long as we wish.”
He gently tugged at her hair pulling her head back and rolled slightly above her. He studied her amber brown eyes still clouded with sleep before possessing her mouth in a long slow thorough kiss. She opened up to him like a flower to the sun, her arms creeping up around his neck and her legs parting to welcoming the thrust of one of his. His eyes twinkled with mischief he placed a hand on the swelling of her stomach and sent a gentle sleeping spell to the elflings lying just under her heart.
“Elrond, what are you doing?” She asked with amusement.
“They are much too young to understand what I am about to do to their naneth. I have no wish to frighten them.”
“And just what do you intend to do to their naneth?”
“I intend to ravish her delectable body and wring cries of wonder and delight from her. I intend to slake my passion in her honeyed heat and possess her fea.”
“You will find that she will not resist my lord, for you already possess her fea and your slightest touch causes her to cry out with the wonder of it. She eagerly welcomes your ravishment and invites you to slake your passion as you will.”
He paused his gentle assault, looked into her amber brown eyes and saw the depth of her love reflected there. He became serious, kissing each one before clasping one of her hands to his mouth and kissing it as well.
“Amarie, know that you hold my hun and my fea willing prisoner more completely then I ever believed possible. My whole world resides here with you and my children. I know that there are troubles that yet await us in the future, but as long as you are with me I know that in the end all will be well.”
“Meleth nin, here we make our own world. There is no room for fear or doubt. Let me be your refuge as you are mine.”
He sighed and bent once more to kiss her. She welcomed him eagerly, entwining her legs with his and gently sought all the places where she knew her touches gave him pleasure. Soft moans and gasps filled the room as each touch, each kiss, each nibble and lick fuelled the rise of passion between them from a slow burn until it exploded in a raging firestorm consuming them both.
In the aftermath, she cradled his sated body with hers and lovingly caressed the planes of his back with soothing hands. He had not slipped from her body and his shaft still pulsed gently within her. She sighed in contentment and tightened the muscles of her feminine core unconsciously in counter point to the pulsing of his sex. His head lay buried against her shoulder and throat and his lips and tongue slowly explored the curves and edges of her ear. A hand gently kneaded a breast with long slender fingers and played with its pebbled cap.
“It is near the time we must rise and join the preparations for Yule,” he whispered between nibbles.
She sighed reluctantly “I know.”
“They cannot start without us.”
“We could be a little late,” he whispered teasingly and thrusting slowly.
“ I suppose.” She agreed smiling and rolled upward in response.
“Ah lirimaer, you are uthaes.”
They were only a little late much to the amusement of family and friends.
“Oh, Elrond there you are. I hope you were able to get enough rest. We were just about to send out the groups to collect greenery for the Yule decorations. Will you be joining us meldir nin?” Celeborn asked grinning at his son-in-law and a blushing Amarie.
The Lord of Imladris grinned right back, “Of course we will join you meldir nin. Amarie is quite eager to see how we celebrate Yule here. Have you selected the teams and assigned the areas they will cover?”
Erestor laughed. “Of course my lord, we have been waiting most of the morning to get started.”
“Very well, let the search begin!”
With that the teams of elves eagerly spread out through the nearby forests, each hoping to be the first completing their task to collect armloads of fragrant firs and feathery ferns along with branches of colorful berries that would be used to decorate the interior rooms and halls of the last homely house.
Throughout the major public rooms of Imladris there were fires burning briskly. Amarie and other elleth remained behind to prepare the kettles of hot, spiced wine needed to warm the groups upon their return. These they hung in the fireplaces to keep warm. Nearby were set up tables filled with the bounties of nature. From the kitchens flowed trays loaded with slices of succulent roast pig, venison and duck. In addition there were sweet breads with honey and jellied spreads as well as cheeses, fresh fruits and all nature of vegetables.
Sadi shook her head as she rearranged a number of platters. “I hope this will be enough to last the rest of the day. I have not the heart to tell the cooks they may have to prepare more. They are eager to join in the festivities as well.”
Amarie looked over at her aunt. “Surly they have prepared more as they have in the past and merely stored it in the pantries? If we need to we can raid those. They are too proud not to have planned for such a possibility.”
“You are right of course. I am nervous because this is the first time Erestor has left me in charge completely. I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”
Amarie looked around at the bountiful array and laughed. Gesturing widely she shook her head. “That should not be a problem. This is just one room and there are at least five more just like it.”
Sadi grinned in embarrassment. “I guess I over did it a bit didn’t I?”
Amarie hugged her. “It just shows your richness of spirit, pen vuil.”
Both turned as the sound of the returning merrymakers reached them from the outer corridor. They looked at each other laughing. “Let the fun begin.”
Ind nin-my heart
Meleth nin-my love
Meldir nin-my friend (male)
Pen vuil-dear one.
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