Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

Herding

The grass was still wet under his feet, but Maeglin did not feel it. His leather boots kept all from his skin. Just before sunrise he had left the dwelling and now he was steady walking through the forest and up the mountains. The ways were to narrow to ride so he could faster reach the little hut high above Nan Elmoth.

Some days ago he had declared, that he would climb to the alpine hut to collect the cheese and curd for the dwelling. During the summer months some elves moved out of the forest and up into the mountains. Centuries ago Eöl had found out through the Naugrim that holding sheep and goats as well as raising the spring born foals on the lush mountain meadows improved their milk efforts and the health of the horses.

He himself would have never gone up there, because he hated the sunlight. Many discussions Maeglin had led with his sire until he had been allowed to climb up there. Eöl understood that the young ellon not only wanted to see the sunlight. He also knew that his son was longing to see one elleth on one particular alp.

Maeglin pulled the rein of the donkey roughly to make him trot again. The animal was extraordinary stubborn but a good climber. So Maeglin had been singing the whole time to keep the donkey moving. Several times during the summer elves traveled between the alpine huts and the dwelling. The ellon was looking forward to spend some days in the sunlight up there. His mother told him so many stories about the light and his longing to leave the dwelling became stronger and stronger. Of course Aredhel did not speak about Gondolin or the light of Valinor when Eöl was around. He enraged himself easily and none in the dwelling longed to experience their lord's anger.

And while Maeglin climbed steady up he collected mushrooms. The donkey then stood still and did not move or grazed on the wild closer that covered the ground. The elf's basket filled up more and more and he was looking forward to make a nice stew out of them. He had not left unarmed either.

He knew that the ellith up at the different huts could defend themselves well with bow and arrow as well as fighting knives. Maeglin preferred to use his sword. Eöl though had also trained his son in archery. Now before the ellon had left he had taken his hunting bow and several arrows too.

Maeglin stepped carefully over a narrow path with would lead him out of the forest. On his right side a high natural rock face rose and on his left he could look down into a canyon several hundred feet below him. He knew that one wrong step would lead him or the donkey to certain death.

Cautious he put one foot in front of the other until he had reached the end of the path. He exhaled loud as he finally had pulled the animal away from the deep gap. The sun was high above him now and Maeglin closed his eyes for a moment just to feel the sunbeams pet his face. His ears heard the high pitched cries of the jackdaws. The elf observed an eagle spreading his wings and chasing the other birds away.

He walked on further. He knew it was not too far anymore. Suddenly his keen eyes caught a shadow on a rock, moving higher. Maeglin stiffened and sharpened his eyes and ears. He quickly let the donkey go and hid behind a big boulder. Bouncing over the clefts and climbing down the rock faces a decent chamois made it’s way to graze on the little grass that grew between the stones. Maeglin slowly grabbed his bow and pulled one arrow out of his quiver. Soundless he took aim as he watched the swift movements of the animals. He pulled the string and took one single shot, taking the wild animal out instantly.

The chamois did not even know what had come over it as it broke tumbling down to the ground. Maeglin jumped up and climbed faster than light over the rocks to keep the dying animal from falling down into anothercleft. As he reached it, the chamois was dead already. He quickly pulled the arrow out and tucked it back into his quiver. He took one of his daggers and cut the throat to drain the blood and to gut it.

As he had finished this, he kneeled down for a moment to thank Yavanna for the beast. He threw the carcass over his shoulders and returned to the donkey to load the chamois onto it. He stroke the fur of the wild goat like animal and was pleased with the quality. It was thick and dense. Once Moerilinwen had tanned it, this pelt would make a nice cover for her bed.

Maeglin looked at the mushrooms he had earlier collected and at the chamois. He already could taste the wonderful dinner that the meat and the mushrooms would bring. What they could not eat tonight, he would hang into the chimney to smoke it. This indeed would make a nice gift for the elleth he was going to visit. Since years Moerilinwen spent nearly every summer up in the mountains to herd the goats, to make cheese and to collect berries and herbs for the winter time. Maeglin had never been up there to visit her before. He proceeded down to the broader path now and after several more hours he could see the first high meadows already.

The foals were playing in the lush green grass and the goats strayed. At nightfall they all would come close to the alpine hut to get some grains and salt. The goats would be locked in over night so their udders would be full in the morning when Moerilinwen was going to milk them. Maeglin could her singing already but he did not see her. So he joined her song. Instantly the other voice stopped for a second just to return rejoicing. The ellon let the rein of the donkey go and started to run. He jumped over the stones and smaller rocks and his jet black hair was flying behind him in the sunlight.

Half down the way he could see Moerilinwen already as she was chasing up to him. He caught her around the waist, swirling her around covering her face with kisses.
"Ever since I heard your song in the early morning, I was waiting for your coming. I missed you so bad!" Moerilinwen pulled his head down to kiss his lips gently. Maeglin sucked her bottom lip softly between his lips while stroking her hair and back.

As they broke the kiss he whistled for the donkey, which was glad that they finally had reached their destination and trotted voluntarily down to his master. Maeglin took the rein and with his other hand he held Moerilinwen's hand as the walked together down to their hut. The elleth had gazed happy over his quarry on the back of the donkey.

He told her about all the latest happenings in the dwelling and from time to time he stopped because Maeglin felt the urge to kiss her. As they reached the hut Moerilinwen took the basket with the mushrooms and started to clean them. Some she put aside for the dinner and others she sliced nicely so they would dry quickly. Maeglin skinned the chamois and let Moerilinwen choose the parts that they wanted to prepare for the dinner. He then started to smoke the leftovers so they would not spoil too soon.

Maeglin went to a little waterfall to wash the dirt of the trip and the blood of his quarry off. As the ice cold water hit his skin he jumped. Meanwhile Moerilinwen set up the kettle over the fire to boil the venison and mushroom stew. Her hands quickly mixed flower and water to dough so she could offer Maeglin fresh hot rye bread with the stew.
She decided to collect the goats while the dough rose. Her long hair was in a long braid reaching far down to her hips. She was clad in a simple woolen dress and her feet were bare naked.

The elleth whistled and sung and soon one after the other horned animals came home and walked into their shed. At last the mighty buck entered and pushed with his strong head some other goat to the side. Quickly the goats were involved in butting their heads. Moerilinwen scolded them softly but was ignored. She climbed over a ladder up under the roof to throw some hay down into the feeding trough.
She pushed the hayfork deep into the dry grass as she felt to big hands grabbing her waist.

Maeglin softly whispered into her ear after kissing her tip "I have not seen you in a while." Moerilinwen giggled and threw the hayfork to the side. "How long will you stay." She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him on his mouth. "I was granted a leave of three days." Maeglin kissed her neck again and stroke her sides. "We should use the time that is given to us." Moerilinwen started to pull on the strings that closed his tunic on his neck. Maeglin smiled and kissed her again, but this time his tongue entered her mouth. The elleth sighed and pulled his tunic down while Maeglin lifted her dress.

Together they sank into the hay beneath them. He pulled her clothes off her body. Like most ellith she did not wear any undergarments. "Look what I found. A rosebud!" Maeglin whispered and licked her already hard nipple. He caught the other one between his fingers and pinched it softly.

Moerilinwen lifted her chest inviting Maeglin to caress her bosoms more. He cupped her firm breasts with both of his hands and pushed them softly together. His tongue traveled between her stiff nipples forth and back, sending electrifying flashes down to her belly. Sweet pain flushed through her lower body and she felt how she became moist between her legs.

Moerilinwen combed through Maeglin's black hair, enjoying how it cascaded down on her body. The ellon though was occupied. He softly bit her nipples and his hand stroke her soft, milky white skin. He rested on his knees and while putting small bites on her sides and he moved down to her navel. His tongue circled it twice, just to let it's tip disappear in the small little round belly button. Moerilinwen desired different and pushed his head further down. Maeglin combed with his tongue through her curls, inhaling her scent. He slid down her folds, not even really touching her little pearl that tried to emerge to be stroked.

He reached with his hand behind her to lift her buttocks and to make her spread her legs some more. Moerilinwen did as he wished for her own pleasure. Her folds parted and he dived his tongue deep into her opening. The elleth sighed aroused. With a long stroke of his tongue he returned to the fleshy knob to hit just once.

Then he let his tongue again enter. Moerilinwen impatiently pressed his head between her legs. "Maeglin, please, do not tease me." The ellon smiled for a second but caught her hands and pressed them into the hay beside her body. Moerilinwen widened her legs even more and arched her back to invite him to lick harder. And Maeglin did. His tongue stroke her button faster. He sucked the little knob into his mouth, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. He let her hands go and she instantly dug them into his hair.

He licked her button faster and just with one finger he circled her opening, never entering her. His little finger wandered down to her anus. Her juices moistened already all the way down and softly Maeglin pushed the finger a little into this tight opening. The elleth jumped, but she knew he was not going to hurt her.

No but he would arouse her even more. Maeglin sucked and licked and rotated just around her entrance. Screaming his name, she sat up as she climaxed. Maeglin pushed her back down continuing to lick her and thrusting two of his fingers into her. He pushed them in and out and Moerilinwen begged him to take her. But Maeglin pinned her down again and kept on stroking fast with his tongue thrusting his fingers into her. Within moments Moerilinwen reached her peak again, grabbing his hair and shoulders, trying to move his head away. Her high pitches screams filled the hayloft.

Finally he stopped. Maeglin leaned back into the hay and pulled Moerilinwen on her hands over him. Her eyes were still half closed. She took his arousal between her hands and rubbed it determined. Maeglin moaned as she took him deep down her throat. But she retreated quickly and kneeled over him. Maeglin held his elfhood straight at her entrance as she let herself fall down on him, impaling herself deep. The ellon gasped. She rode him hard and fast seeking her own pleasure again.

He grabbed her around her hips to find the same rhythm with her. Her bosoms teetered in front of his eyes as she moved faster up and down on his hard shaft, tightening around him. She started to pulsate again. Moaning loud the elf dug his fingers into her soft skin and pushed her deep down as he spent himself inside of her. Breathless Moerilinwen let herself fall down on his broad chest.

Maeglin softly pulled her higher up, kissed her most gently again and breathed into her ear "I have missed you too."