Posted: April 2004
Title: One More Night Without You
Author: Iamme
Type: FPHet
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Galadriel/Celeborn Celeborn/Haldir
Beta: Alex
Warnings: Female Masturbation, Voyeurism, M/M
Author’s Note: Thanks to Alex, Larian, and Mirasaui for their time.
Summary: Galadriel has to find a way to deal with Celeborn’s lack of affection.

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Galadriel lay in bed, the bed that she used to share with her husband every night. Now he seemed to sleep there less and less. Tonight was one of those nights when she wanted him there, wanted him to hold her and whisper sweet words of love; however, like so many nights before, he was gone off with one male or another,
seeking out his pleasure.

She tried not to think on the absence of him and the pain it caused, only to caress his pillow and find a hair that was too dark to be his and to silver to be hers and her pain rose to new heights. Why did he have to bring them here? Why to their bed? Better yet, why could she just not let him go? Once more, she convinced herself as she did every night that she would find a new target for her desire at least, if not her affection, though she doubted she would ever truly love again.

Once more, as on all the previous nights, she silently took her gown and slid it off and let it fall silently to the floor and closed her eyes. Galadriel had done this many nights and she had gotten use to pretending that the arms wrapped around her, caressing her breasts, tugging lightly at the darkened nipples were his, his hands that were sliding down her belly. She reached over into the drawer of his nightstand and picked up the bottle of oil Celeborn kept there for the elves that he would bring to their bed during the day. It seemed wrong but it was the only thing she had of him other than his smell embedded on their linen mixed with that of his most current conquest.

The Lady of Lothlorien opened the well-used vial and the musky smell filled the room. It ran thick and cold over her slender fingers leaving them slick and gleaming in the moonlight and she imagined it was his cock that she was preparing. Slowly she slipped her fingers just inside of her folds searching for her clit and she began to massage it just as he did and she moaned, his name falling softly from her lips. Her body swayed as electric impulses raced through her and she whimpered, begging him for more and then she moaned, feeling the fullness of something slipping inside of her. Though it was not as fulfilling she pretended it was and that it was the perfection it had always been when he touched her. She whispered and begged him to love her as oil slickened fingers touched her in the most intimate of ways. So many times he had done this for her. He had said that he loved to watch her as the dam broke and her cries of pleasure would burst from lips swollen from his kisses.

It was as she watched his eyes in her mind that she felt the swell of pleasure between her legs and his image vanished, washed away by the momentary bliss of her own touch. Her hips rocked into her fingers that sought her sweet spot, her other hand busy circling her clit as her head thrashed from side to side calling his name, pleading with the empty room for his touch and then she screamed his name in one final cry as her release rocked her body. Galadriel could barely move; her body still ached for his touch silver tears rolled down porcelain cheeks as she lay there. Though she was far from sated, she would at least be able to sleep this night once the tears stopped, the tears always helped her to sleep.

Celeborn watched out the window of the watch talan across the way as he sat stroking the silver hair of his Marchwarden, the elf pleasuring him. He would often bring lovers here so he could watch her pleasure herself. He knew she did it every night and it made him feel guilty. Most would say he deserved it but he did not love her and no matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to touch her. If only she would go and find someone else instead of being loyal. He did not deserve her loyalty. He did not want her loyalty. The elf he wanted was sucking his cock in the same way she had so many nights but she could never take him in the way his Captain could.

The Silver Lord’s thoughts were interrupted as the pleasure stopped and he looked down to see Haldir looking up at him. “You think of her.”

Celeborn gave a slight nod, “Let us go somewhere else.”

Haldir nodded and tied Celeborn’s leggings and together they stood and headed off for Haldir’s talan.

 

THE END