The lord moaned softly, as his beautiful wife continued to lovingly kiss the tops of his ears. His hands gripping firmly to her waist and pushing her down onto him, as he felt his arousal grow.

From the first moment he had seen (Y/n), Elrond had known that she was his One. Gil-galad's second in command watching in wonder and awe, as this magnificent elleth had appeared, as if from nowhere, and cut a swathe through the forces of the dark lord. Her huge grey mount trampling any orc or other foul beast that had been foolish enough to come near her.

In that moment, and ever since, he couldn't help but think that she was the most magnificent creation that he had ever seen, even as the black blood of the orcs, covered her skin. Elrond doing his best to fight against the hoard of foul beings that were bearing down on him, as well as watch her. His heart beating wildly as this unknown warrior elleth, jumped from her mount and drew another long blade from behind her back. The horse not leaving her, it protecting her back, as each took down more followers of Sauron. Elrond lost for a moment as she suddenly spun around and took the heads of a large number of the enemy with one swipe: the bodies falling like ripe wheat around her. The peredhel's eyes widening, as she suddenly turned and threw one of her blades at him. The sword speeding past the side of his face; Elrond turning as he heard a sickening roar, to see a huge orc, possibly the largest that he had ever seen, with the elleth's sword lodged right between its eyes. The revolting monstrosity, staggering backward, before dropping to the floor with a heavy thud that shook the ground beneath his feet. He sure, that despite the dirty and dusty conditions, that he could still smell the subtle scent of flowers on her, as she ran past him to retrieve her blade.

"You should be more careful, my lord.........." The ellon sure that he was listening to the music of the Ainur as she came to stand by his side, and spoke.

"And may I suggest that if you wish to survive this day, you keep your eyes on the enemy, and not me........." The smile that she gave him before turning her own attention back to the fray, ensuring that he would never want anyone but her. Elrond, after many more hours of fighting, making his way to find the great Ñoldorin elf, to enquire about the mysterious elleth that had so taken his breath. He standing, motionless at the entrance to the tent, as there she was. Gil-galad actually smiling as he had introduced Elrond to her. The peredhel, as he brought her hand up to his lips, promising himself that as soon as the war was over; when the day was won, he would marry this (Y/n).

"Oh, meleth nin............" (Y/n) moaned softly, as her husband's lips made their way down her neck and across her exposed shoulders. Elrond still able to see some of the scars that she had received during the twelve long years of the War of the Last Alliance. Scars that had been inflicted as they had stood back-to-back and side by side. As they had done all they could to keep themselves and one another, alive. A chuckle leaving his lips, as his wife's desperate moans, got a little louder, when his mouth moved to the top of her breasts.

"Elrond......oh by the Valar. Please.......I need you........." His thoughts going back to that very morning, of how he had been so close to being able to make love to his bride. How she had joked that he had mellowed over the years and was no longer as much of the rogue as he had been when they were younger. The Lord of Imladris happy to be able to prove to his beloved, that he had not lost any of his mannish or roguish nature. To prove that he could be as impulsive and daring as he was when he would steal his way into her tent that was behind the battlefield, whenever there was a lull in fighting; so that they could find a moment of respite, of hope and love in each other's arms. When they could forget about the war and speak of the future that they hoped to be able to spend together. The lord's eyes widening as (Y/n) suddenly pulled away and moved up her skirts, along with his robes; there now nothing between their bodies.

"Why so surprised, hervenn? You should know by now that your mannish side has rubbed off on me over the years. That, and I like to think of myself as being a little mischievous too. And given how long it has been since we last made love in this room, I believe that it is more than time to rectify that........." The lady leaning into kiss him; the pair about to make the most of this moment..........

A knock.......followed by another knock.........followed by Lindir's harassed sounding voice. The lord and lady unable to do anything but look at one another.

"We were so close, meleth nin.........so close........now we will both have to be hot and bothered while we deal with whatever Lindir's current crisis is with presumably, our guests. Though don't think that I am going to forget this.......you still have a lot to make up to me......." (Y/n) told her husband, before kissing him on the nose. Elrond reluctantly allowing her to move from his lap. Doing his best to adjust himself, before Lindir entered the room.