The Blacksmith

Hours had passed and still the elven healers would not tell you anything of Halbrand's condition. He remained in a profound slumber, his breathing long and deep. Suddenly, the elves began to cease what they were doing, and left the room one by one. You called out to them indignantly, but you were ignored. Shortly though, and much to your relief, they returned with Elrond and Galadriel, and the news they bore was good: Halbrand was going to live. Unable to contain your joy, you felt warm tears hit the wide smile now on your face. Galadriel walked swiftly to you and embraced you lovingly. "Hantanyë tyen." The only words you could muster, expressing your gratitude. You turned your eyes to Elrond, and repeated yourself so happily.

Galadriel took that tender moment, and introduced you to her elf friend, as there had been no time yet for the exchanging of pleasantries. He bowed humbly to you. "My lady. It is an honour."
"The honour is all mine, Elrond. I am excited to finally put a face to the name after all Galadriel has shared with me about you."
He smiled at you warmly. "Yes, my friend has also been regaling me with tales of your adventure across the seas. The connection between you and the Southlands' king must be an unyielding one."
You glanced over at Halbrand then, smiling even wider if it were possible. "It certainly is."
"The hour is growing late, shall we eat? You both must be famished." proclaimed Elrond. It was true, but you had not thought of food for days, as it has been the least of your concerns. Suddenly, the hunger for sustenance arose within you at the mere mention of it. Nodding enthusiastically, and content to leave Halbrand for only a little while, you took your leave with Elrond and Galadriel to feast on elvish cuisine.

The three of you partook in a glorious dinner, a feast of a kind you had not had since you had been a child. Your mother used to cook the most flavoursome delicacies, such that she was the talk of your neighbourhood in Armenelos. Of course not every meal she concocted was without its flaws, for she had a knack for overcooking bread, and desserts were certainly not her forte. You found yourself chuckling at the thought of one of her failed cakes, which caught Galadriel's attention.

"What pray tell is so amusing?" she teased.
"Forgive me, I was only thinking of my mother. The food brought back memories. Good ones, thankfully."
"I'm sorry for your loss." spoke Elrond perceptively. You hadn't told him of your mother's demise, yet he seemed to deduce it from only a few words about her.
"Thank you, Elrond. It has been many years but the pain... it never leaves you."
"No... it does not." he concurred, his own grief filling his voice.
After a moment of sadness shared between the three of you, you spoke up again, hoping to lighten the mood. "I must say I am in awe of this city. I would hope to explore it tomorrow whilst Halbrand recovers. It looked spectacular as we were riding in."
"You should take her to Lindon, Galadriel. Should her awe wish to grow." suggested Elrond.
"Oh that would be wonderful, Galadriel. Once Halbrand is healed maybe?"
"Maybe. It may depend on more pressing matters before us. But yes, it would be my pleasure to take you there." she said, ever the realist, more focused on the mission at hand. There was still a war to be won after all, and a great enemy for her to find.

After dinner was complete, Elrond guided you and Galadriel to your chambers. You bid goodnight to them both and proceeded to take in the stunning room you now found yourself in. As much as you were proud of Númenórean architecture, there was something else about the way the elves fashioned their structures. Your chamber had a high ceiling, it was almost dome like, and the posts of your bed stretched up high into it. The detail in everything was remarkable, the patterns and shapes carved into the wood and stone around you would have you get lost in them, staring at just a wall for hours, and the floor itself for days. You approached the closet, discovering you had been gifted the most beautiful dresses you had ever laid your eyes upon. Running your hand over the soft silken and velvet fabrics, you took in rich colours of blue, green, gold, and white. There was one dress however that held your gaze. A deep red velvet gown with golden accents and embroidery. It reminded you of Halbrand and that flattering crimson outfit he had worn back on the ship. This was a dress worthy of the Southlands queen.

You spied a silver nightgown hanging towards the back, and you changed into it, its flowing fabric falling around you gracefully. The bed was calling you, and you happily let yourself be consumed by its soft sheets and pillows. It was comfort as you had never known it, and sleep came to you quite rapidly. There was no dreaming tonight, but you awoke in a dream like state nonetheless, as the darkness of night time still covered the world. For a most pleasurable sensation brought you out of your slumber: Halbrand's mouth working its magic upon your womanhood. You threw back the covers and you saw him, his head between your thighs, his lips and tongue upon you, one arm wrapped around one of your legs, and the other reaching up underneath your gown to grasp one of your breasts. You gasped at the sight, and Halbrand's eyes darted up at you, his movements picking up speed. Soon, the hand that was stroking each of your nipples slid its way back down your body and immediately entered you, commencing a torturous rhythm in time with his tongue.

He was clearly feeling much better.

"Oh... Halbrand..." you moaned his name loudly into the air, unable to contain your ecstasy. He freed his mouth from you, then put a finger to his lips, asking for your silence. "I snuck out. They must not know I am here."
You were panting. "Well... that's going to be... difficult for me then... given... what you're doing... to me..." His fingers were still inside of you, the friction exquisite.
Halbrand just grinned at you devilishly. "Isn't that part of the fun, my love?" he spoke, right before taking your clit between his lips. You pulled a pillow across your face and bit down into it, the only way to hopefully muffle your cries. It wasn't much longer before you were approaching your climax, your voice colliding with the pillow as it grew louder and louder. Halbrand was simply a master at this. He knew exactly what you liked, where to touch you, lick you, taste you... it was simply divine. He wasn't the first man you had lain with, but no others had ever made you feel this way, never made you come this hard. By the time you had stopped screaming, you were gasping for air, and tossed the pillow aside so you could breathe once more.

Looking down at your love, you watched as he gently kissed his way up your body, crawling up the length of you, until his lips were on yours. He slid his tongue instantly into your mouth, and you could taste yourself on him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you kissed him furiously, then you pulled his head up, giving you access to his neck. You ran your tongue along his flesh, causing him to moan, but not too loudly. He was sticking to his own rules, but you were going to see if you could change that. Pushing him on his back, you straddled him, removing your nightgown and throwing it hastily to the floor. You then leaned back down and attached yourself to his neck, sucking and kissing his skin. The volumes of his moans increased, but not enough for you. You wanted to see how he would respond if you returned the favour: you wanted to mark him.

"Do it." Halbrand cried, as if he was reading your mind. Obliging your king, you let your teeth come out, biting down on his throat. He gasped gloriously, and you felt his hand on the back of your head holding you firm against him. You nipped and grazed him with your teeth, sucking on him hard. His moaning increased again, though still not where you wanted. You could feel his hardness throbbing between your legs, and you rubbed yourself against it. Halbrand let out a pained whimper, and you removed yourself from his neck, sitting back upright, inspecting the damage you had caused. It was then that you tasted it. Sure enough, small droplets of blood had stained his throat, and the expression on Halbrand's face was like you had never seen it. The hunger, the desire, the lustful way he gazed up at you... it almost made you come undone. Again.

You touched your fingers to your lips, then looked down at them. His blood was slowly trickling down your index finger. You locked eyes with him, then gradually let your finger enter your mouth, sucking the blood off of it, licking your lips. Halbrand's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching up beneath you, then cursing loudly, he called out your name. You smiled at him and used the very same finger to copy his quietening gesture from minutes ago. Without any warning, you moved yourself back, and removed Halbrand's pants, exposing his manhood to you, which you quickly took into your mouth. Now it was he who needed the pillow. It felt so good to have him inside you like this. The control it gave you, the power... his pleasure was at your very whim. You could stop and deny him his release, or you could keep going and give him exactly what he wanted. What you wanted.

Your motions upon him quickened, and his moaning grew with intensity. Using your mouth and your hand, you stroked him, massaged him, and took him as deep into you as you could allow. Over and over and over. Again, you felt his hand on the back of your head, ensuring that your movements did not alter. Soon, both of his hands were on you, one taking a fistful of your hair. You could hear what sounded like your name through the fabric that stifled his cries, and he repeated it again and again. Finally, he found his release, and you swallowed every last drop of it that entered your mouth. Removing yourself from him then, you noticed he was still hard.

"Does someone want more?" you spoke, catching your breath.
Halbrand, also panting, replied, "I want all of you... but it will never be enough... I'll always want more..." He rose up to meet you where you sat, crashing his mouth into yours. Wrapping his arms around you, he guided you to lay down on the bed, then moving himself in-between your legs, he thrusted hard inside of you. You gasped loudly at the sudden friction within you, and continued to do so with every motion of his hips. Halbrand leaned down and you threw your arms around him as your tongues collided lustfully. His mouth soon found your neck, your fingernails his back, and the two of you moaned in unison, no longer caring if anyone could hear you. Every touch you were giving each other was devastating. You felt as if one being, one soul solidified by the intensity of your acts.

Then you heard a voice in your mind. "My queen... you were born to love me... worship me... you were born to be mine... destined to rule at my side... until the end of all the ages... and into the next life... I am yours..." You knew instantly whose voice it was. The wicked timbre had returned and twisted itself around Halbrand's speech. But this time, it didn't frighten you. It excited you. So much so, it was then that you reached the peak of your pleasure. Crying out, Halbrand quickly joined you in your climax, your bodies clinging onto each other as if for dear life itself. Time stood still as you laid there in your ecstasy, wave after wave of it washing over you both. It was quite a bit of time before your heartbeats slowed and you found your breath again. Halbrand lay next to you, and you noticed then that the bandage around his wound was starting to come off.

"We need to fix that, my love." you spoke, gesturing to it.
"In time... yes. But for now... I just want to rest here with you beside me." You noticed his eyes glance up and down your form, taking you in. "You are so beautiful." he chuckled. "I can't believe I found you."
"Nor I you." you responded with a smile. He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. You both turned to face each other then, lying on your sides, staring only into each others eyes. Getting lost in his hazel depths was so easy. He raised a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb against it. You hummed, leaning into his touch. Halbrand smiled at you then with pure affection. "I love you."
"I love you, my king." you replied, then snuggled up into him, your back against his chest. Your love embraced you, planting kisses on the back of your head, your neck, and your shoulder. He gave you one final squeeze before it was sleep's time to claim you once more.