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       “Galadriel?”

       The voice came from behind her. All of Caras Galadhon was dark before her, the night so deep it was almost morning. The quiet click of the door leading out to the talan seemed loud to her ears. Warm hands settled over her shoulders. A broad body pressed up against her back.

       “What worries keep you up, my love?”

       Galadriel shook her head, unable to give voice to what had driven her out of bed. Those warm hands slid down her shoulders, curling around her arms. Each finger was a point of warmth on her skin, causing a shiver to work down her spine. One hand left her, reaching up to her fall of unbound hair, sweeping it aside as he pressed a kiss where her shoulder met her neck, his lips lingering there, breathing warm air over her skin.

       The other hand left her arm and slid around her waist, bringing them flush together. She could feel him hard and ready against her. His hand was spread wide over her middle, sliding under her loose robe, finding skin. She tilted her head back against his shoulder as his hand slid down, cupping over her mound for a moment, finding her wet.

       He made a rough sound in the back of his throat as his fingers slid against her, parting her folds and slicking them on her flesh. Galadriel caught a moan in her throat as those fingers pushed further, parting her legs so that he could find her open and ready, two of his thick fingers sliding in at once.

       She could feel his mouth as he latched onto her neck, teeth scraping against her skin as his fingers pushed as deep in as they could go. Her hands reached out for something to hold onto but found nothing – all she could do was hang onto the arm that had come around her, holding her in place, while his other hand was busy sliding in and out of her as best he could move, drawing gasps from her throat.

       Heat shivered through her as those fingers found just the right angle, a small cry leaving her throat when they rubbed just so. She felt that mouth against her neck curve. It was all the warning she had before those fingers were circling that spot, again and again, ramping up the heat inside her until she shuddered through a climax, biting at her lips to keep the sound of her pleasure as quiet as possible. Even then he did not pull out his fingers, leaving them there as she shivered, thick and wide, holding her open.

       They were far from done.

      Galadriel curled a hand around the back of his head, tugging to get him to move. A dark laugh left that throat, but then they were spinning and Galadriel found herself with her back pushed up against the side of the building, his face full of shadows as he lifted her by the hips so that she could wrap her legs about his waist. The full moon spilled silver light over the talan, leaving him back lit and featureless as he sank into her with one smooth thrust.

       Her pavilion was the highest in Caras Galdhon, so far above the forest floor it felt like floating when one looked over over the trees. She curled her fingers into his hair as each thrust pushed her up against the wall of the room, their bodies moving together under that silver light, breath mingling as their lips grazed, never quite kissing.

       She felt filled to the brim, the heat of him moving through her. She wanted to feel him move, wanted to feel him over her, under her, everywhere. She rested her forehead against his as the speed of his thrusts sped up, the wet slap of their skin meeting in the quiet of the night.

      “Gal – Gal ,” he began to breath out with each movement, their noses touching, their cheeks. “ Galadriel.”

      “Yes, yes ,” she held him closer, feeling his rhythm start to falter as he pushed in harder and harder. “Like that – yes, there – oh – oh...”

       “Are you – are you...”

      “Yes, I – ah!” She clutched him close as she crested again, shaking through her orgasm as he began to thrust wildly until he froze, buried deep inside her, body shaking as he released deep inside. His arms were tight about her, fingers almost biting into her skin. The moon was thick and full on the horizon, slowly setting over the sea of trees.

       “Galadriel,” he murmured, lips dragging against her chin. Even then his face was in shadows, hidden. She felt a kiss to her jaw, to her cheek. His breath washed against her lips.

      She held onto his hair, fingers going tight as she brought him in. And, just before their lips met she murmured, “Sauron.” She swallowed his gasp with her mouth, the heat of him burning bright for one long moment –

       Then she woke in her bed, the room silent and still about her, with the shadows deep upon the floor. Not a glimmer of the moon could be seen from the open windows. At her side Celeborn slept on, a small whistle leaving him with every exhale. She closed her eyes, knees shifting, feeling an ache between her legs that she knew all too well. She turned on her side, her back to Celeborn, eyes blind in the darkness. This was not the first time such a dream had come to her. But it was the first time she had ever said his name.

       “I have always known it was you,” she whispered, soundless, into that darkness that seemed to be watching her. “I will always know it is you.” Then she closed her eyes and slipped back into sleep, never seeing the way those shadows warped over the bed, as if curling around her for a moment before they vanished without a trace.