Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

In the forge
Sitting on the rock, he threw since hours pebbles into the little pond. It was a year already that he refused to talk to his father. Eöl was very upset and ignored Maeglin the same way. Aredhel suffered horrible over the growing anger between her husband and her son.

It all had happened because Maeglin had asked for a leave again. He simply had stated he wanted to meet his kin. He knew that the sons of Fëanor were all living relatively close to Nan Elmoth. He longed to meet them, but his wish had not been granted. Instead the discussion had led to a terrible argument in the forest and to a very icy mood in the dwelling.
They still worked in the forge, beside each other neither speaking nor looking at each other. The same happened in the house. Maeglin's spirit started to become dark.

He threw another pebble into the water. He was not in the mood to hunt or to fish. He decided to return to the forge. Eöl had left three days earlier to meet the chief of the dwarves and would hopefully not be back in the next weeks and months.

He stepped the stairs down and pushed the door open. He took his soft tunic off and hung it outside of the smithy on a hook. Instead he threw now a rough hemp tunic over his muscular body. He bound it tight with a broad leather belt. Maeglin took the apron and fixed it. He slipped into the heavy boots. He put some wood on the fire and slowly worked the bellows to start making heat. He saw the flames nicely licking on the wood already.
He turned to the work bench.

Maeglin reached behind his head and braided his hair to a tight long plait. Then he finally took the gauntlets to protect his hands. Always when his heart was burning he needed to work. It would distract him. Creating something under his hands made him feel powerful and he had felt so empty lately. And there was a fever burning inside of him.
He worked the bellows again and his eyes gazed over the steel bars that were stored against the back wall. He chose a piece and weight it between his hands. He nodded to agree with himself and put the long bar into the hot and red ashes until the metal glowed.

For hours he hammered, chilled the metal and worked it again. This would be a very nice dagger once it was finished. He chilled the metal again. Then he took the wetting stone and started to sharpen the dagger. He narrowed his eyes, wondering if he should engrave it or not.

He lifted his head. His keen ears caught the singing of the ellith returning from the forest where they had been all day long. Maeglin was surprised that the day had gone by so quick. But he always lost track of time when he was working in the dark forge. He wondered if he should leave and finish it the next day. He ran the stone again over the blade. It became shiny now.

He laid the dagger on one of the work benches and took slowly his gauntlets off. He hung the apron on the hook and pulled the tunic over his head. It was full of soot. It needed to be washed. The ellon decided to take it up to the house to give it to one of the maids.
He turned as he saw from the corner of his eye the door opening.
"Maeglin, it is time that you finish here. Come with me and join us for the evening meal."
His dark eyes gazed over the elleth as she stood in front of him, her hands behind her back, smiling at him.
Suddenly he knew what he needed.

"Moerilinwen, thank you for reminding me to leave. I want to show you something."
The elleth walked over and as Maeglin pointed at the dagger she scanned it interested.
"I made it for you. Shall I engrave your name?"
She smiled and nodded "It is beautiful. Is it sharp?" Moerilinwen took the dagger. She stared at her finger. She only had touched it and had cut herself. Instantly a little drop of blood surfaced. Maeglin took her hand and led the finger to his mouth.

"Does it hurt?" He gently asked as he wiped the blood drop away and kissed the little sore spot, closing the tiny wound.
Moerilinwen nodded and as she looked up her eyes were locked on his.
She could see a sudden fire in his eyes. Maeglin threw his arms around her, pulled her to his body and pressed his lips hard on her mouth. Moerilinwen opened her mouth and instantly his tongue entered her deeply. His hands roughly stroke down her back, squeezed her buttocks tight.
She was surprised over his sudden attack and was not sure if she should relieve his desire.

Maeglin broke the kiss and bit her between shoulder and neck. His hand came forward and pushed it's way under her blouse to find her breast.
He instantly found her nipple and pinched to harden it, to arouse her. Moerilinwen though caught his hand and tried to shove it down. Maeglin grabbed it and led it to his crotch. He was hard already and wanted her to feel it. The ellon nestled on his belt to get his breeches off. The elleth helped him and as his pants slid down to his ankles his highly errected elfhood jumped proudly forward. Moerilwen fastened her fingers around it and rubbed it slowly up and down.

But Maeglin wanted more and enclosed her hand with his big one, quickening the rhythm of her rubbing his shaft. As she bent down and took him deep into her mouth, he stood straight and inhaled sharp, throwing his head into his neck. He dug his hands into her hair and moved her head forth and back, to penetrate her mouth faster and deeper. Moerilinwen circled the swollen head with her tongue, entering the tip on the little opening. Her hand closed over his scrotum, squeezing it softly and in the same rhythm as he moved her head.
The other one massaged his bottom cheeks digging her fingers into his skin.

Suddenly Maeglin withdraw from her mouth. Roughly he grabbed her by her arm and dragged her over to the work bench. He took her around her waist and shoved her on top of the bench. The elleth was caught by surprise. Never had she seen her lover so passionately and so hungry for her.

He pushed her skirts up and spread her legs. Moerilinwen though decided to play with him and closed her thighs again, grinning at him.
"You disobey me?" Maeglin called out surprised.
"Yes. You will have to conquer me. Here in your forge."
Maeglin grabbed his belt and her hands. He bound her quickly. Moeriliwen gazed over his body. Little sweat pearls formed on his chest in the heat of the forge and the heat of his desire. Roughly he turned her around and made her kneel in front of him on the bench, resting her head on her under arms.

He grabbed the jar with marigold salve, that stood on the shelf beside the bench. He covered two fingers with the golden cream. Again he threw her skirts up. He pushed his hands between her closed tights to straddle her. The ellon moved his greased fingers to her tight core and softly circled it, spreading the salve all over. Moerilinwen moaned and pushed back to make him circle her little pearl instead. But Maeglin divided her folds and applied the salve further up and down. She tried to turn around, but his mighty hands caught her movement and pressed her down on the wood. He spread her legs some more and slowly entered his fingers into her, retreating instantly again.

He smiled as he felt the moisture on his skin. She obviously liked that very much. He dug into her again and made his strokes longer and deeper. His other hand reached under her and started to rub the pearl. He pulled softly on her curls. Moerilinwen moaned, longed for more. Maeglin took more of the grease. He rubbed it onto his hard elfhood and gasped over the new sensation. Still pushing his fingers into the elleth he closed his fist over his elfhood and pushed it through his hand.
He lifted the elleth back to her knees and kept her straddled so he could see her exposed. Maeglin lowered his head. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. Moerilinwen shivered allover her body. Her blushed face rested on her bound hands. Maeglin licked all the way up to her button.
He still rubbed his hard shaft. The elleth pushed her back against him, inviting him to come over her. Suddenly he grabbed her rough and turned her around. He pushed her back flat on to the bench and pulled her legs closer to him. Maeglin unlaced the blouse to get to her breasts. He worked with one hand through the fabric while his other hand was occupied with rubbing her fleshy knob.

The ellon bent down as her bosom came free and caught her nipple with his mouth. He sucked it and twisted it between his lips until it was highly errect. Then he turned to the other one. Moerilinwen spread her legs further. Maeglin got her bound hands and pinned them above her head down. He grabbed her thighs and threw them over his shoulders.
"Please Maeglin, conquer me....please." The elleth whispered.
He smiled naughty and just put the head of his elfhood at her opening, rubbing it slowly and seductively up and down. Moeriliwen tried to get closer to make him take her.

And suddenly he rammed deep into her. Gasping he held still for a moment, enjoying the moisture of her and the creamy grease on his shaft. He still pinned her hands down as he thrust again into her, retreating all the way immedeatly. He pounded again into her, shoving her over the bench. Maeglin had to let go of her hands to hold on to her hips as he repeated to thrust deep into her. Moeriliwen groaned deep as he drove with power into her. She tried to free herself from the belt that held her hands to be able to hold on to the bench to meet his thrusts.
He pulled out of her and grabbed the jar. He dug his fingers deep into it and smeared down his rock hard elfhood. He again dived his fingers into the grease and rubbed it over Moeriliwen's opening. He grabbed her hips tight and shoved himself deep into her again. The sounds of his heavy breathing and her lustful moans filled the forge. The elleth asked for more, begged him to thrust faster and deeper into her and Maeglin welcomed her pleads.

For a moment he held still. Her walls tightened around him, sucking him deeper into her while she screamed in her climax.
But he quickly found his pace again shoving her over the big working table while he rammed into her. Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed his elfhood tight. Maeglin panted hard as his creamy white juice spouted over her belly, traveling over her flat abdomen, seeping down to the bench. He thrust one more time back into her. Maeglin propped himself on his hand, heavily breathing as he slowly became soft inside of her.
He opened the belt around her hands and kissed the spots where the leather had rubbed her skin a little sore.
Moeriliwen threw her head into her neck and laughed relaxed "You should conquer me more often."