FRODO AND THE ELF MAIDEN
From the window of his room in Rivendell Frodo liked to gaze out at the pinewoods sweeping down the hillside on the far side of the valley. Mid-morning was his favorite time for gazing, the golden light catching the treetops as the sun rose above the high ridges. On one such morning he was joined by Arwen, Elrond's daughter, and together they watched the glow of autumn on the leaves.
Frodo enjoyed the elf woman's company, her mellow voice bewitching him so that he listened enthralled to every word she spoke. Often she sang softly to him in the language of her own people, her gray eyes gleaming as her mind glided through ancient memory. Frodo was awestruck by her beauty and transfixed by her graceful movements, her slender form shimmering in long gowns of white, green or pale blue. Against his better judgment he began to fall in love with her, though he figured that a tall, immortal elven lady would never return such amorous feelings to a halfling.
Arwen, being shrewd and far-sighted, perceived the hobbit's furtive affection and felt strangely warmed by it. Her heart belonged to Aragorn, of course, but he was a man of honor and refused to satisfy the needs of her body until their wedding night. During her three millennia of existence she had nevertheless secretly experienced the pleasures of the flesh, with male and female partners, many of these encounters being with Aragorn's own ancestors. The other occasions usually involved elves of her father's household, with whom she had often coupled in the same pinewoods that Frodo gazed at so fondly.
But, since her betrothal to Aragorn, her bodily desires had remained hungry. No elf now dared to risk Elrond's wrath by sleeping with his daughter, nor did any of Aragorn's kindred wish to incur their leader's deadly anger by fucking the eerily beautiful elf woman who might one day be their queen. Both Elrond and Aragorn assumed that Arwen was a virgin, the true secret of her sexual encounters staying hidden by the few folk who knew the truth.
It was thus now seventy years since Arwen's most recent fuck, with a bold elf of Lorien, and ninety years since her seduction of Aragorn's mother. Her body ached for satisfaction, for attention from something other than her own nocturnal fingers. The orgasms she gained through nightly masturbation merely made her cunt plead for deeper penetration. She longed to feel a hard penis once again probing her eager flesh. And now, with the arrival of Frodo and his companions, she wondered if an opportunity might arise.
She did, in fact, find Frodo curiously appealing. Though he was barely more than half her height, with curly hair and hairy feet, his face had a kind of ethereal expression that stirred her emotions. Deep in the night, as she writhed alone and naked in her bed, her fingers feverishly rubbing her vagina, she wondered what it would be like to fuck the gentle hobbit. She wondered, too, if Frodo's loyalty to Aragorn might prevent him from surrendering to her seductive charms. There was, however, something in the way that the Ringbearer looked at her which made her think otherwise.
"How wonderful the woods are this morning," Frodo observed, returning from the window to sit on the edge of his bed. Arwen already lay full-length upon it bed, her dark hair splayed across the white pillow, her gray eyes staring at him as he turned to gaze at her.
"The pine trees are indeed at their loveliest in autumn," she replied, smiling at him when he blushed.
"But not as lovely as you, my lady," said the hobbit. "Your radiance is brighter than any golden sunbeam."
Arwen laughed softly, taking a deep breath that made her bosom swell beneath her gown. She had deliberately worn a long, close-fitting dress of white silk, its material so thin that her fine pink nipples were faintly visible beneath it whenever her breasts rose and fell. Frodo's cheeks turned crimson and he averted his gaze, unwittingly letting his eyes linger on the hint of a shadow where the gown followed the contours of her thighs and loins.
Noticing the direction of the hobbit's stare, Arwen laughed again, lifting a pale shapely finger to playfully tap his nose.
"Ungallant guest!" she joked. "Are you so discourteous as to peer at my intimate parts?"
"N-n-no, my lady," he stuttered, bowing his head in embarrassment. "Of course not."
"Why not?" she whispered, her finger running down his reddening cheeks to caress his neck. "Are you too afraid, or do you not find me attractive?"
"Lady Arwen," Frodo answered slowly. "Your beauty is unsurpassed, as I have said many times before. But I am only a simple halfling of the Shire, and I am not worthy to speak my true feelings to the noble daughter of Elrond."
"Speak truly, then," she said, her fingers curling beneath the collar of his white shirt to stroke his trembling shoulders. "Do you wish to see me unclothed?"
"I cannot ask such a thing," the hobbit replied nervously. "I dare not seem impertinent."
"There is no need to ask," said Arwen, her right hand still caressing him while her left pulled her gown slowly upward. The white silk drew back, inch by inch, revealing first her knees, then her sleek thighs, before halting when the gathered hem reached her navel. Her lower body from waist to ankle lay naked to Frodo's wide-eyed stare, his mouth half-open in astonishment as he savored the slender perfection of her body. He could hardly believe that Arwen of Rivendell, the most beautiful woman in Middle-Earth, had lifted her gown to show her gorgeous elvish cunt to a hobbit.
"Well, Master Baggins," she ventured, smiling up at him as he leaned over to gain a closer view. "Do you want to touch it?"
Frodo nodded, his blushes receding but the bulge in his trousers expanding rapidly. Without a word, he reached out to press his right hand against her crotch, splaying his small fingers wide to cover her mound. Beneath his palm the triangle of soft black bristles tickled his skin, while the heel of his hand touched the top of her pink-lipped slit. The sensation almost made him swoon, his brain briefly spinning in a haze of lust and desire.
"Stroke my flesh," she whispered, her long dark eyelashes fluttering as she parted her thighs. "Put your fingers inside my body."
Frodo hesitated for a moment, his conscience insisting that a rustic hobbit of the Shire should not presume to touch the intimate feminine parts of the most beautiful elf in Middle-Earth. But his lust was too overpowering, shattering the brief moment of doubt with a two-fingered thrust into Arwen's tempting vagina. Soft warm flesh closed around his stubby digits as they probed deeply and eagerly inside her moist sensitive hole, her gasps greeting the sudden invasion with approval.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her spine arching gracefully upward. "Keep doing it, Frodo, until I reach the crest of my pleasure."
Frodo needed no encouragement to continue fingering the delicious pink cunt of Elrond's alluring daughter. He wondered if a hobbit girl's slit would ever feel so wonderful, or if any Shire maiden could ever make his cock so hard. Having never seen a naked female until now, he had nothing to compare the experience with, but he guessed that any other sexual encounter would pale into insignificance. Masturbating this noble elven princess was almost too erotic to endure.
While the hobbit stimulated her tingling clit with a clumsy fingertip, Arwen wriggled out of her gown and pulled the garment over her head, flinging it aside. The sight of her luscious body completely naked made Frodo gape in astonishment, his gaze roaming up from her flat firm belly to where her perfect white breasts bobbled enticingly. And, while he sat enthralled, the Lady of Rivendell climaxed in a flurry of gasps and moans, her sleek pale body writhing gracefully on the bed as she surrendered to orgasm.
"Oh, Arwen!" said the hobbit, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her slippery cunt. "Never have I witnessed a more enchanting sight!"
"Take off your clothes, Master Baggins," she whispered, lifting her head from the pillow. "Let me see what a Shireling's cockstem looks like."
Nervously, almost coyly, Frodo undressed, standing beside the bed as he stepped awkwardly out of his trousers. Arwen smiled at his nakedness, making him blush, but a breathless yelp issued from his throat when her hand reached out to stroke his erection.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise indeed!" she mused playfully, using her thumb and forefinger to draw back his foreskin. "Five inches, perhaps? Or maybe six? I'm impressed by the size of your manhood – or should I say hobbit-hood?"
"Lady, I have never measured my penis," Frodo replied. "Nor has any woman seen it before, not since my childhood anyway."
"It's lovely," said Arwen, stroking the underside of the twitching shaft. "Would you like to put it inside my flesh?"
Nodding enthusiastically, despite the burning in his cheeks, Frodo took her hand and allowed her to maneuver him on top of her body. Her arms held him close to her bosom while she moved her hips to accommodate him, his small stiff cock prodding between her thighs until its tip brushed her pubic hair.
"Push forward, little hobbit," she whispered, closing her eyes as he made his first tentative thrust.
"My lady!" he hissed, his teeth clenching as his aching shaft slipped easily inside her cunt. It felt to him like the most wonderful sensation in the world and he was certain that nothing would ever match it. His second thrust went deeper, as did the third, until his hips attained a smooth rhythm that made Arwen chuckle with satisfaction.
"You learn fast, Ringbearer," she murmured dreamily. "No elvish spike has reamed me so delicately, nor with such skill. Are you sure you came to Rivendell as a virgin?"
"Quite sure," Frodo replied breathlessly, licking sweat from his upper lip.
"The girls of the Shire should be told about your expertise," Arwen added. "If they knew the truth, there would be a nightly queue of maidens at the door of Bag End."
"None of them would matter," said Frodo, bending his head to kiss her pink elvish nipples. "My heart would still be yearning for you, my wondrous lady of the starlight."
"Good," said Arwen. "For I would be at the head of the queue."
THE END
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