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She loved to see Celeborn on his knees.
When they’d first met, she’d worried that he might shy away from her more carnal desires, but his response had been intrigue colored with a bit of confusion.
Thankfully, Galadriel was eager to teach Celeborn the many forms of pleasure that she enjoyed. They began simply by binding Celeborn’s wrists as they made love, but moved onto more complicated endeavors: first, binding him completely; then, covering his eyes; and finally, using a flail crafted expressly for the purpose on his sensitive flesh.
Ages later, Galadriel still savored her husband’s cries of pleasure when she’d introduced him to these experiences. She was fortunate to have found someone just as pliable as a white oak.
Of course, not all knew of these hidden parts of their relationship. Galadriel felt no shame for her desires, but wanted to maintain her privacy. What she and her husband did when they were alone was not the business of anyone else.
But the knowledge of the true nature of their relationship always sat comfortably within Galadriel’s chest, burning like a fireplace on a windy day. They might rule Lothlorien jointly, but within the confines of their bedchambers, she was the one and only mistress.