TOLKIEN; imagines

23: Lustful Protection - Elrond

Imagine: Elrond placing a protective spell on you before you leave on a dangerous journey, which leaves a symbol on your hand; whenever you get into trouble on the journey, you look down at your hand for assurance (from Imaginexhobbit on tumblr) + Imagine beintg  reunited with Elrond.

A/N: Short writing I did in the tent last night before bed :). Also sorry for any grammar or misspelling issues, I was not able to edit this.

Translations: Gi melathon anuir: I will love you forever.

Abbreviations: S/T: Skin tone, H/C: Hair color

Warnings: Mentions of battle, dead guards.

Words: idk below 1000

The clouds over head were dark, darker than the gray cloaks of Lothlorien's guards, the elves sworn to protect my lady mother, Galadriel and ten of which saw me safely to Imladris. A soft spray graced my skin as I approached, as it always did, due to the numerous waterfalls and rivers that were said to be the blood of the homely elven city that was ruled over by myself and my beloved husband, Lord Elrond.

The last few months had been perilous, seeing as the one ring was on its way to Mount Doom, and horrid, merciless Nazgûl roamed freely. Uruk-hai, the army brought into being by Saruman, marched in thousands.

My lady mother had requested my immediate presence in Lothlorien, meaning to make plans of departure to Valinor, once the ring was destroyed. I had taken Elrond's place for his comforting presence was requested by our departing people.

But I had not left Elrond without bidding him the fondest of farewells. And out of the purest of love and hope that I would return untouched to his arms, Elrond had placed a protective enchantment upon my being, one that had left an ancient rune on the S/T skin of my hand. The rune symbolized a great passion for something or someone, and to Elrond, I was his great passion as he was mine.

The enchantment was the only reason my corpse wasn't rotting along with my personal guard, the image of their clouded eyes staring sightlessly at the unforgiving sky still burned into my mind.

But I could not ponder on such gruesomely foul things when a twinge of longing tugged unrelentingly at my heart. It was a lusting longing, one that has festered in the depths of my soul since the departure from my beloved and our beloved home.  But while I wandered within my thoughts, I had failed to realize the heavy downpour that had begun and now pounded profusely at my H/C locks. Slipping the hood of my billowing cloak over my features, I spurred my horse into a alacritous gallop, and the longing sensation that had now expanded in my chest had grown considerably under the mentoring of the wet and thundering circumstances.

I couldn't restrain myself, I had to return to Elrond, I had to collapse into his ardently loyal arms and to stare into the intelligent gales of grey that were his irises. I wanted to hear his loving endearments and to whisper my own into his sensitive ears. Oh, how I missed him.

As I pulled my black mare to a halt, my eyes berthed upon the grinning lips, the kind irises, the dark, silken locks, Vilya ensnaring one of the nimble fingers, a golden wedding band on another, and the formal, crimson raiment that hung proudly from the shoulders of my beloved.

"Oh, Elrond," I sighed as I dismounted and leapt into Elrond's arms. He placed a gentle hand on my neck and an amorous kiss against my forehead, our frames pressed closely together, our warmths entwining merrily.

"Y/N, my darling sweet," Elrond murmured reverently. " I've missed you through the prolonged days and sleepless nights."

I pulled out of our unyielding embrace and cupped Elrond's high cheekbones and pressed a passionate and long awaited kiss to his thin lips. His hands found my waist and fondled my sensitive skin, holding me even closer, despite our drenched attires.

"It has been absolutely torturous without your consoling embrace and ardent words," I confessed as I entangled my fingers in his soaked locks.

"And even more agonizing without your soft kisses," Elrond's rich voice murmured, pressing a kiss to my brow.

"And the many nights without your cordial words."

"Or your enrapturing nature and exquisite mind."

Once more, our lips met in a the most elegant of waltzes, one side leading while the other was submerged in a smothering  ecstasy.

"Do not leave me again my love," Elrond mumbled against my forehead.

"I would never dream of such crimes, my stars," I replied, face buried deeply into Elrond's neck, the heavenly scent of rain and parchment reaching my senses.

"Gi melathon anuir, Y/N. Gi melathon anuir."