The Beating of our Two Hearts

by River-Woman

Summary: Two long time lovers re-discover their passion for each other.

Disclaimer: The characters belong solely to the Tolkien Estate, I merely play with them, and I always put them back afterwards. I write for fun, there is no profit in this, believe me.

Warnings: Fluff ;o)

Archiving: Elrondslash; others please ask permission.

Feedback: Would love it.

Author's note: With grateful thanks to Trinity for the beta - and to Nefertiti for the encouragement - all other mistakes are mine. Translations are at the end of the chapter. Italics denote speaking mind to mind.


Chapter 4

I wandered by a mill
I could not hear the water,
The murmuring it was still.
Not a sound of any grasshopper
Nor the chirp of any bird.
But the beating of my own heart
Was the only sound I heard.
From "I Wandered by a Brookside" by Eva Cassidy

The days passed slowly. The snows still lay deep and white upon Imladris. Lord Elrond tried very hard to keep himself occupied. He organised; he read; he wrote; he talked and played chess with Glorfindel. He sat each evening in the Hall of Fire and listened without heart to the songs and stories. Then came the night. He dreaded the nights most. It was the night when he would send forth his thoughts and call to Mithrandír and each night was the same.

Nothing.

He would then try to sleep, to reach the dreaming world. When sleep would not come, he would walk under the winter light of Ithil, through his gardens and down to the Bruinen. There he would make a hole in the ice and dip his hand into the frigid water. The feel of that liquid, the life blood of Imladris, would restore him, filling him with the energy to face another empty day.

On the first day that Anor came out and showed signs of staying to melt the snow, Celeborn spoke to his mind,

'Elrond, ion-nin. You must come to Lorien. You are needed.'

'The Pass will be closed, Adar.'

'It will be clear by the time you reach it. Hurry ion-nin.' Then he was gone.

A request from his father-in- law was something he could not ignore. He called for Glorfindel and told him to saddle his horse.

'Celeborn had asked that I go to Lorien. I will take only a small escort as I need to travel swiftly.'

Glorfindel said nothing, but was pleased that a spark of life seemed to be back with his friend.

'I will attend to it, Elrond.'

The Elf Lord dressed for the road, warm leggings, shirt, tunic, his comfortable leather boots and his thick travelling cloak. He packed clothes for his stay into saddlebags and was ready to leave within an hour. His escort followed him out of the courtyard and to the road that led up to the High Pass in the Misty Mountains.

As Celeborn had predicted, the Pass was open. The snows were melting and although the going was slow, they were through without mishap. The snow grew less over the days as they headed south until, when they reached the northern borders of Lothlorien, it has disappeared altogether.

He rode into the Golden Wood, aware he was watched by the Guardians who defended the borders, but none stopped him. He tried reaching Celeborn's mind again, but it remained closed to him. Fearful that something terrible had happened to his wife's family, he spurred his horse on. He rode day and night stopping only to rest the horses and eat cold rations as he drew nearer to Caras Galadhon. It was dawn when he finally arrived in the heart of the city and the Great Mallorn that was home to his mother and father-in-law.

Dismounting, he gave his reins to one of his household and ran to the stairs that would lead to Celeborn's talan. Halfway up, Galadriel met him.

'You made good time, ion-nin.'

'Naneth.' He kissed her cheek and she smiled at him.

'Follow me.'

He was puzzled. Galadriel was calm, serene, where then was the crisis that needed his urgent attention in Lorien? He followed her as she climbed yet another level and disappeared behind a large screen. He followed and found himself on a large, richly furnished talan, with a bed in the middle. Wind clothes stilled the breeze that constantly flowed through the high Mellryn.

'Stay, my son. I will send for you later.'

She kissed him again and smiled an enigmatic smile that puzzled him even more. He went to follow her out, but a movement behind him made him turn.

'I believe I know you,' a soft voice said.

Elrond looked at the figure before him, but the light that shone around it blinded him. He shielded his eyes.

'Since when did Saruman enjoy the hospitality of the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood?' he demanded.

'I have always been welcome here,' the figure laughed and the light around him faded.

The Elf Lord felt the blood drain from his face.

'No. It cannot be.' His voice cracked. He sat on the bed as his knees buckled.

'Is this all the welcome you have for me, meldanya?'

Elrond closed his eyes. This was a dream. No. It was a nightmare and he would wake soon.

'I am no dream, beloved. Although I dare say I could be a nightmare for some.' Again, he laughed softly.

At last, the Elf opened his eyes and stared at the figure now standing close to him. He was robed in white, his hair and beard, both white, both shorter and neater. But the twinkle of love in the eyes and the smile that played on the lips convinced him.

'Mithrandír. Melethron-nin.'

'Yes, beloved. I am back.'

Swifter than a hawk the Elf moved from the bed and into the arms of his lover, who held him and whose soft kisses fell upon his hair, and he wept. Mithrandír held him and rocked him and allowed him the tears.

'I saw you fall,' Elrond said at last.

'I know. My last thought was of you.'

Elrond looked at him through tear filled eyes and smiled for the first time since he had thought Mithrandír lost to him.

'If it is really you, how much do I love you?'

'More than the stars in the sky.'

'And for how long?'

'Forever.'

'Mir-nin.'

They found each other's lips and kissed. Soft exploring kisses at first, then harder, more urgent ones, sucking and probing until each was breathless.

The Istar pulled away. 'Undress for me, beautiful one.' His voice ragged with desire.

'Here? Is it private enough?'

The wizard's lips moved and he raised his staff.

'Now we are private,' he said with a wicked smile.

Elrond removed his heavy cloak.

'Ah! How well you suit close fitting garments. I approve. Here, let me help.'

He moved towards the Elf, dropping his staff to the floor and quickly divested him of his tunic and shirt.

'Valar, you are beautiful,' he said, touching the soft skin of his lover's chest. 'I had forgotten.' His thumb brushed a nipple, bringing a gasp from the other.

'Let me undress you, Istar. My need for you is most urgent.'

'I remember you as being very hasty,' and he laughed. Together they removed the wizard's clothes, allowing them to fall to the floor.

Elrond pulled him roughly to himself, kissed him, then pushed him onto the bed. They fell together and began the exploration of their bodies, first with hands then with tongues.

'My passion for you is on the verge of spilling out, meldanya-nin,' the Elf groaned as skilful hands stroked his engorged shaft.

'Then let it, my love, for my own climax must erupt soon.'

They entwined legs, their straining cocks pressed together, hips thrusting into each other with a harsh urgency.

'Elrond, my love, my beautiful Elf.'

'Mithrandír, my desire and my love.'

Elrond felt the wizards hot seed splash onto his belly. He heard the gasp that issued from his lover's lips as the Istar's climax went on endlessly. He then thrust himself once more and his own crisis broke. This time, not only did the fire spiral through his mind and body, but the music filled him; body, bone, muscle and organs each flooded with the glorious song of creation that wove its magic, even down into the very fabric of his being.

'I love you,' he screamed, not caring who heard.

Then he slumped, panting, against the firm body of the wizard. His mind was blank; when it re-awakened and he surfaced, an immense calm flooded him. As he focused his eyes, he looked into the face of his lover. The eyes were deep beyond comprehension; deep pools of knowledge and of love.

'Mithrandír?'

'Yes, beautiful one?'

'What happened?'

The Mallorn rang with the Istar's laugh,

'You spent yourself on my belly and you screamed your love for me - which was surely heard in Osgiliath.'

Elrond leaned back on the bed and sighed.

'The music, I mean the music, Istar,' and he laughed.

'Hmm. It is complete. What you heard is the complete song of my creation. Good isn't it?'

'Painful, more like.'

'I knew it. You do prefer Saruman to me. You did not scream your love for me when I was merely Grey.'

'Melethlon-nin,' Elrond said in a hurt voice.

It was only when the Istar leaned down and kissed him, did he see the grin.

'Don't tease me, melme. I thought I had lost you forever.' His voice broke and tears welled in his eyes again and flowed down his cheeks.

The wizard pulled him gently into his body and engulfed him in an embrace.

'I'm sorry, Elrond,' was all he said.

'I wanted to follow you,' the Elf said against the warm body of his love.

'But you didn't.'

Elrond was silent.

Oh no! Meldanya. You didn't?'

'I tried. Glorfindel used my Ring to bring me back.' He shuddered at the memory.

'Elrond, my treasure. You would have given your life to be with me?'

'Yes.'

The Elf's face was covered with kisses.

'You are part of me, Mithrandír. Without you, I am not complete,' he said as the wizard's lips found his and plundered them.

'Love me, Elrond. I need to remember the feel of you inside me, filling me, loving me. Then I will be healed.'

Elrond nodded and taking his lover's head in his hands, kissed him long and deep. Then, he moved down the neck and on to the strong body, letting his tongue and lips weave their magic.

Mithrandír sighed with pleasure. Their lovemaking was urgent and passionate, the wizard wanting and needing to be filled quickly by his lover. When their joint climaxes broke, it went on without end and in their minds, they both heard the music of the Ainur and the formation of their names, co-joined into the weaving melody.

Utterly spent, they clung to each other, gasping for breath. When he was soft, the Elf Lord slipped gently from his beloved and drew him close.

'I must admit, I think I prefer White to Grey,' Elrond laughed as he spoke.

Mithrnadírswatted him. 'So you do prefer Saruman!'

'Melethron?'

'Yes, Elrond love?'

'Are you healed?'

The wizard opened his eyes and stared at him.

'Completely, beautiful one. You are the greatest healer in Arda.' He stroked the Elf's face with his gentle fingers.

'Are you able to tell me what happened?' Elrond asked. 'I was at the Doors of Mandos's Hall, but you were not.'

The wizard was silent for many minutes, then he sighed. Softly he told Elrond of his battle with a Balrog of Morgoth. How he had fallen from the bridge at Khazad-dum and had fought and smote at the foul creature all the while plunging into the bowels of Zirakzigil. He told of the fall into the bottomless lake that filled the chasm; of the chase through the dark and hidden places of Moria until they reached the very pinnacle of Zirakzigil. He told of the last battle that he finally won by calling on the Ainur to aid him. They gave him the strength for one last, great onslaught against the spawn of Morgoth. He threw his enemy down from the peak and in doing so, brought down half the mountainside.

He thought he died in that moment. When he dared open his eyes, he was not in the Halls of Waiting, but in Valinor. There, Manwé made him whole again and he was sent back as White Istar to finish the appointed task that he started two millennia ago. He was sent to Lothlorien, to the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood to complete his healing and regain his strength, for he had been sorely challenged by the Balrog and had used all his remaining strength upon the peak.

'Then, all I needed was you, beloved. You would complete my healing and you have.'

They kissed and with entwined bodies, fell asleep. Elrond slept for the first time in many months and his dreams were filled with music and light.


Sindarin Translations (With grateful thanks to Dragon Flame.)

Ada = daddy
Adar = father
Anor = sun
Arda = earth
Hervenn = husband
Hervess = wife
Ithil = moon
Ion-nin = my son
Meldanya = my love
Melethron-nin = my lover
Melme = beloved
Mir-nin = my treasure/jewel
Naira = Heart of Flame (Elrond's horse)
Naneth = mother
Nana = mummy
Sell-nin= my daughter
Telemnar Lestánore = Silver Flame of Doriath