Naught But A Dream: Part 1
By: Erin Land
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Type: Short Story
Feedback: yes, please
Notes: *wince* Please Don’t Hurt Me! I’m going by the book (sorta). This is one of Five stories.
She sat in the soft warm sand, looking out into the vast sea.
She didn’t know what beach she was on or what part of the world; she just knew that it was beautiful. It was also a dream, a calm, beautiful, relaxing dream. She sighed and laid back, not caring what the dream sand would do to her hair and closed her eyes and listened to the ocean lap gently at the beach.
She didn’t know how she knew but she wasn’t alone on the beach anymore. She opened her eyes and saw a man with long dark hair and robes looking down at her. He looked to be in his late thirties to early forties, much older than she was, but handsome nonetheless. He looked way too serious for his own good, so she doubted that this was a ‘sex on the beach’ dream.
He looked intelligent even with the slight frown he wore. He was taking her in, inspecting her. It looked like he didn’t approve of her clothes, hunter green cargo Capri’s, and khaki button up blouse. But she did look nice in them, her bra made her cleavage evident in the vee of the blouse and the Capri’s made her legs look slender.
“Hello” she said. This seemed to startle him, as if he hadn’t expected her capable of speech.
“Hello” he said strongly in return.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable in those?” she gestured to his robes.
“Then why don’t you take them off?” she suggested. He looked scandalized. “It’s a logical suggestion!” she defended.
“Are you comfortable?” He countered.
“As a matter of fact, yes I am.” She laced her fingers behind her head and crossed her legs at the ankles. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then took off the top robe, revealing a loose tunic and leggings.
“Jeez! How many layers of clothes do you have on?”
“Two, it’s not that much is it?” he asked uncertainly. She guessed this whole situation left him slightly confused.
“I guess not.” She shrugged. She patted the sand beside her. “Why don’t you pull up a patch of beach and join me?”
“What exactly are you doing?” he asked, sitting next to her and crossing his legs.
“Enjoying myself. It’s such a nice day.” She looked at him, small smile playing on her lips. He was studying her again.
“Is that all you will do?” he asked her.
“No, in a few minutes I’ll go and take a nice dip in those very inviting waters.”
“In your clothes?”
“No, not in my clothes. I plan on taking my clothes off.” She informed him. He nodded his head in understanding.
“Will you join me?” He looked scandalized again.
“Well…I didn’t want to be rude.” She shrugged with a smile. He looked out into the water, thinking. She noted that he had a strong profile, like he was sculpted perfection.
“In that case perhaps I will.” He responded finally.
She sat up and started to unbutton her blouse, he looked on, interested. She paused and looked at him for a moment, then smiled and continued. She shrugged off the blouse and his eyes lit with curiosity.
“What is that?” he brushed his long fingers against the strap of her bra.
“It’s called a brassiere or bra for short.” It lifted her breasts enticingly and she saw him lick his lips as he examined it. She leaned toward him, offering a better view. His eyes followed and he stared at the feminine features offered to him.
“Well?” he suddenly looked up into her eyes blankly.
“I took off my shirt, you take off yours.” He nodded and lifted it over his head, hair becoming a long curtain over his face as he did so. She noticed something peaking out of his dark tresses and pulled some back, revealing a delicately pointed ear. She ran a finger over it and he shivered and straightened. He looked annoyed that she did that. He looked like a model without his shirt on and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
She stood and strode toward the water, unlacing her pants as she did, at water’s edge she took them off slowly, bending at the waist, giving the man with the pointed ears a lovely view of her white clad derriere. She entered the water before he could say anything, at waist high water she dipped her body in getting everything wet. Her dark hair became a high gloss and her white bra and French bikini cut underwear became transparent. He became enraptured again when she turned to him.
“Aren’t you coming in?” she called to him.
He mirrored her action, untying the string to his leggings and took them off at water’s edge. Unlike her, he wore nothing underneath. He waded towards her and almost reached her when she did something he didn’t expect. She splashed him. He stared at her completely stunned as the wave of water hit him in the face. Hair sticking to his face, neck and chest, a slow smile appeared on his face and he retaliated – full force.
She shrieked at the assault and tried her damnest to get him back. They played for a few minutes until he rushed her from behind and caught her arms against her sides.
“Do you yield?” he asked her in mock seriousness.
“What will happen if I say ‘no’?” she asked in laughing tones.
He dunked her.
When he let her surface, she sputtered, “I yield! I yield!”
He turned her around in his arms, a smile on his face. As he looked into her eyes, his smile faded.
“Who are you?” he asked her.
It was her turn to smile.
“Naught but a dream.” Her arms reached around his neck and pulled him down for a gentle kiss.
“Naught but a dream.” She repeated.
His arms tightened around her as if afraid she would disappear at a moment’s notice.
“Tell me you exist somewhere, that you have someone to love you.”
“I exist, but I have no one.”
He kissed her and held her close.
“Do not say you have no one, it would pain me to know someone like you would go unloved.”
She smiled into his slick chest and licked some of the water off. He stiffened when she did it again. She pushed some of his damp hair away from his chest and licked his nipples and sucked gently on them. She could feel him watching her actions; she rested her hands on his hips and slowly traced the contours of his muscles.
“No one is unloved.” She murmured. She pulled away from him and waded to the beach. He caught her hand and followed. She laid down at water’s edge, he lay next to her. She took a strand of his wet hair and examined it.
“You are not unloved.” She stated to him. He rolled onto his back and stared at the clear blue sky.
“At times, it feels like it is so. My Celebrían left for the Undying Lands, after a horrific attack. It pained her to stay on Arda. I was without her for over an Age. Then my youngest, my Evenstar gave her heart to a Man, she chose a mortal life with him and, I felt her immortality slip away. I left her with harsh words I regret now. My sons spent most of their time hunting Orcs; I did not see them much until they joined Celebrían and I on Valinor. Even now Celebrían seems distant. As if afraid of my rejection of her. She shies away at my touch, she refuses to sleep in the same bed. I feel lost without her.” She was listening intently, recognition in her eyes.
“Have you told her you loved her? That you missed her voice, her very presence while you were apart?” He shook his head.
“Well, you should! Tell her what you told me, you are lost without her. Woo her, court her, like you did before you wed. Make her feel like your love for her hasn’t changed. Make love to her like she was still an untouched maiden.”
He looked at her, absorbing her words.
“And if that fails?” he asked her.
“Then you can always dream.” She smiled down at him.
“You will be here, then? When I need you?”
“We shall see.” She rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder and listened to his pulse.
“What’s it like? Valinor?” she asked after a long silence.
“It is hard to describe. Everything is green, and if you plant something it grows. No one dies, no one gets ill, only hurt if they do something dangerous – like fall out of a tall tree.” He smirked – remembering something. “It is much like this place, calm, beautiful. Nothing dangerous can get you here, things are peaceful.”
“Tell me of your sons, the Orc hunters.” She asked next. He held her close as he described his sons, twins. He kissed her temple when he was done and she just laid in his arms. They were both quiet, deep in thought.
“May I have the honor of making love to you?” He asked her, quite suddenly. She grinned, she had never been asked quite like that before.
“Of course, my Lord.”
He moved so he was on top of her and kissed her forehead, neck and shoulders. She maneuvered her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. Seeing the tight garment loosen he pulled it off and away from her body. He reverently kissed her exposed breasts, taking the nipples gently and licking them into peaks. He worked his way down her soft belly until he reached the edge of her panties. He hooked his long fingers around the elastic band and worked them down her legs and continued his kisses to her nether lips. He took the outer folds and sucked on them, causing her to gasp at the sensation.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned.
“No, you didn’t. It’s just that I have never…”
“You have never been touched?” he concluded for her. She nodded.
“Then I will be gentle.” He assured her. He flicked his tongue at the nub in between her legs and made her squirm. He gently sucked on it as well, inserting one of his long fingers into her, touching her secret spot. She moaned and bucked of the intense feeling he was causing. She screamed then, muscles clamping onto his finger. She shuddered as the orgasm ebbed away. He sat back on his heels, catching her eye as he licked her juices off his finger.
She slowly sat up and guided him to take her former position, on his back.
“Allow me to return the favor, my Lord.” She whispered into his ear, and then gently suckled his ear, he retched out a loud moan and clamped his hands on her waist. She felt his passion grow against her thigh. She stopped long enough to kiss his mouth and let him know she knew how to kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue. She moved down his chest, placing butterfly kisses over his sensitive spots. He felt like he was being driven insane by the pleasure. No one had ever done what she was doing now. She reached his erect shaft, and he was about to instruct her when the words died in his throat. She slowly licked from base to head, sucking slightly when she reached the head and twirling her tongue around it.
“I thought you said you’ve never been touched?” he asked in a stained voice.
“It’s amazing what they write books about now a days.” She replied with a smirk.
She massaged his sacks as she sucked on his hard erection, causing him to throw back his head in pleasure.
She felt the sacks in her hand tighten and warm, salty fluid squirted into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and sucked until she knew he would not go soft. He blinked at her, surprised. He never had anyone, not even Celebrían; swallow his seed when he spent in their mouth. She had made sure he would not go limp. He knew what she wanted now.
“Are you ready for me, sweet?” he asked as he climbed on her once more.
“Yes, my Lord, always.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. He placed his swollen erection at her slick entrance and he slowly entered her. He gasped at her tightness, and she at his size. It took a few minutes before he was completely buried in her warmth.
“Are you well?” he asked her.
“Yes please continue.” She gasped out. He slowly withdrew all but the head then entered her once more. They continued the slow movement until he felt the need to quicken the pace. She reached her first orgasm that way, almost undoing him. She reached her second orgasm and that did undo him. He thrust deep into her, spilling his seed deeply in her. He collapsed on her, feeling the muscles of her inner sanctum twitch and tighten around him. He did not want to part just yet.
“My Dream, my Dream Love. I do not want this dream to end for fear of never holding you again.” He said face pressed against her neck.
“You do not have to worry about my feelings, my Lord. I know you secretly wish I was your Celebrían.”
“You know me well, sweet, even though we have just met.”
“Do not feel ashamed, my Lord, your love for her is evident in the way you speak of her.”
“It would be my honor to call you friend, if not that then I would call you, my lovely one.”
“If we had met while awake I would not allow such a thing. But you may call me what you will.”
“Do you wish to know my name?”
“I know your name, my Lord, but I shall not utter it.” She smiled and stroked his back, enjoying that they were still joined.
“I fear it is time for me to awaken, my Lord.”
“So soon?” he lifted his head to look at her once more.
“Yes, I’d rather part now then be abruptly awakened. Until next time, my Lord.”
“I shall count the minutes, my lovely one.” He blinked and she was gone, gone was the warmth and love she gave. Perhaps he would see her again, but he would not put much faith in that little hope.
He awoke in his study one more, looking out to the east – to Arda. He would have to change his clothing for some of that beach had come back with him. Perhaps he would take her advice and court Celebrían once more. Elrond left, ideas forming in his head.
END Part 1