Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

Leaving

He took his favorite indigo blue jerkin: one arm in, other arm in and fold the whole thing in the middle. He stroke the soft fabric that once one that loved him had sewed for him. He liked the feeling to let the seam run through his fingers. He had decided that on his first day in his new home he would wear it.

Eöl was gone. He had been invited to a festival in the halls of the dwarves. Maeglin had rejoiced as soon as his father had left. He instantly had started to talk to his mother. Since years now, they often had been dreaming under the starts, hidden from the eyes of his sire. So many stories of the encircled city had filled his heart and mind and he longed so desperately to go there.

“Lady, let us depart while there is time. What hope is there in this wood for your of for me? Here we are held in bondage, and no profit shall I find here; for I have learned all that my father has to teach, or that the Naugrim will reveal to me. Shall we not seek for Gondolin? You shall be my guide, and I will be your guard!” (About Maeglin, J.R.R. Tolkien, page 156)

And finally, that morning, Aredhel had given in.

She could not bare it any longer that her husband and her son did not talk to each other. She cried for the light and to be free. Now she was ready. She had made preparations and had started to pack for the trip to Gondolin.

Maeglin opened his little chest and took some items out that he wanted to take with him. Not much did he want to bring, for it would remind him on Nan Elmoth and still some things he needed to have with him, for they were worshiped memories of days long gone. He closed the lid again and stuffed a little fern circlet, a ring and a chestnut, that he once had found when days had been happier into his leather pouch.

He closed it not too tight and pulled the string through the iron hooks so it would not open. Maeglin opened his wardrobe and took black leather breeches, a dark blue tunic and his black deer’s leather cloak out. He slipped into the pants and pushed his feet into his heavier boots. He threw the cloak over his shoulders, grabbed the pouch and stepped to the door.

The door handle in his hand he stopped . He sighed when he turned one more time around to look at his room. Never again would he rest there. Slowly he closed his eyes. For the blink of a moment Maeglin was not sure if he should turn around and stay or proceed with his plan.
He stepped out and shut the door quietly.

His boots made only little sound when he climbed down the stairs. With every step he made, his heart seemed to feel free and filled with light. He looked at the old walls of Eöl's house. He traced, as usual when he walked down, one crack in the wall. As he arrived downstairs, he stroke the softened wood of the railing one more time to memorize the way it felt on his hands‘ skin. He took a turn to the right and walked just a few steps. He stopped in front of big trunk. While Maeglin opened it, his eyes gazed already over the spare under tunics, leggings and a knitted woolen night tunic.

Slightly peeved he tucked two unruly strands of his jet black hair behind his ear. He needed to ask his mother to cut his hair before they left. He wanted to look like his kinsmen when he would finally meet them. The tips of his slightly wavy, black hair would then just reach a little further down from his shoulders.

The ellon dug deeper into the trunk searching for one special dark blue tunic, which he wanted to wear for the trip. He fished it out and smoothed it down, because he could see a wrinkle above the hemline.
Finally his pouch was packed with spare clothes and keep sakes. He threw it over his cloak covered shoulders and stepped to the main hall.

"Maeglin, my son! Do not hurry. He is gone and we do not have to race away." Aredhel stood in the door frame to the kitchens as he strode by.
"But Naneth, you promised me we would leave today." Maeglin paled. He worried that she had changed her mind again. This would not be the first time.
"Lómion, your heart is scared. Do not fear. We will flee today." Aredhel cupped the face of her son and had to pull him down to her to kiss his brow. She still called him by the name in the forbidden language. Forbidden it was to be spoken next to Eöl, but in secret she had taught it to her beloved child.

Maeglin nodded and knew it would take her an hour at least until she would be ready and he decided quickly to take one more stroll through the dwelling. He stepped out of the house and his eyes traveled over the small cottages, that stood next to each other. They built a small circle around the main place. Here they had celebrated so often after when an ellon had been successful hunting or when Maeglin and his sire had found new ore. And on his begetting day, they celebrated always the longest night of the year and lit a giant bond fire.

He walked over the place and his eyes caught the small glades between the high trees that kept nearly all sunlight out. Sunlight, he soon would be able to dance free under it! For some minutes he watched the chicken scratching on the ground and the pig behind them, that was locked behind a narrow fence.

Suddenly the door of one cottage opened. Maeglin spied Alassiel leaving her little house and waving, inviting him to come to her.
Since the last summer he visited her frequently especially in cool nights or when he had felt lonely.

Stepping into her cottage he admired her beauty. She always wore her dark honey colored hair open flowing over her shoulders. Her eyes were green like the fir needles of Nan Elmoth, her mouth was red and full and tasted as sweet as the wild strawberries under the trees.

"You are leaving without saying good bye?" She asked and narrowed her eyes.
"I am only going to meet my kinsmen outside of the forest." Maeglin lied without hesitation. But he did not dare to say the truth, not even to her, because his sire might find out.

"And you promise me, not to chase after the ellith in the fortress of your uncles?" She embraced him gently and played seductively with one of his again lose strands of hair. Her eyes blinked twice and Maeglin smiled. She had caused him sleepless nights and his courting had seemed endless to him until he finally had been able to claim her.

"You shall not forget me until you are back." Alassiel fingered around on the clasp that closed his black cloak. Maeglin's often so serious face changed with the smile that played on his lips. Bending his head down he brushed a kiss of her lips. The elleth instantly opened her mouth and dragged him down to her, diving her tongue deep into the darkness of his mouth.

Maeglin had always enjoyed the passion of this certain elleth. Her hands dug deep into his hair, getting it all lose. Alassiel yanked his cloak down and started to tear on his breeches as well as his tunic. Still kissing each other, they tumbled further back into the cottage where she had her bed.

Maeglin's tunic was flung over a chair and his breeches were down on the ground between his boots. Standing on one leg he tried to kick one boot at the time off. Playfully Alassiel pushed the ellon to send him down to the bed. In no time Maeglin kicked his boots away and was now able to take his breeches all the way off.

Knowing what the elleth wanted gave him pleasures chills and his member reacted without hesitation, rising between his thighs to it's full length, pumping more and more blood into it.

Alassiel stood in front of Maeglin. Grabbing her around her narrow waist he tried to pull her down on him. He lifted her skirts and searched between her legs for this most tender little entrance which would soon close around him. But Alassiel wiggled herself free. With a wicked smile she ran her hands over his neck to his shoulders before she pushed him roughly back.

Surprised Maeglin landed between the pillows. The elleth unbuttoned slowly her blouse. One button at the time and her eyes never left Maeglin's face. His porcelain white skin shimmered soft. She flung her blouse behind her and slowly she stroke with both hands over her own breasts.

Maeglin licked his lips, he wanted to suck her pink nipples that stood hard erect. He desired to circle them with his tongue. And even slower than she had opened the stag horn buttons of her blouse, she now slid down her skirts over her hips.

Alassiel tilted her head watching the ellon's reaction as she spread her legs a little to give him a special view while she pet herself.
"Please Alassiel, do not tease me so much." Maeglin plead hoping she would come to the bed to let him touch her. But she just smiled for some moments, stroking herself, teasing and encouraging him to do they same.

Maeglin rubbed the shaft of his elfhood as she desidred. Suddenly he had enough. He wanted more. His right hand jumped forward and he grabbed her, making her lose balance. He caught her in the same moment and dragged the elleth down to him. He turned her around and pressed his mouth hard on her lips, forcing her to open for him to let his tongue enter.

Alassiel threw her arms around him and answered passionately his kiss. She pushed her hips against him, inviting him to take her already. But Maeglin did want to tease her, as she had done to him. He retreated from her mouth and covered her neck with tiny bites.

His fingers had found her nipples and he twisted one at the time. Her moan encouraged his hand to slid down from her ribcage to her belly. Kneeling between her legs, his elfhood softly pushed against her. Alassiel arched her back, but the ellon denied her wish. His lips squeezed her hard nipple and Alassiel gasped as he slid his fingers into her warm depths.

Wetness and moisture covered them instantly and Maeglin was pleased to feel that she was burning in desire. She grabbed a handful of his hair and tried to drag him over her again to make him take her. Instead Maeglin set down on his knees and pulled her to sit. Alassiel reached for his hard cock and closed her hand around it. She narrowed her head and sucked him deep into her mouth. Maeglin moaned deep and the elleth rubbed his elfhood while her lips always stayed closed around the swollen head and her tongue circled and danced over it.

She felt a sweet, sticky little drop on the tip of her tongue and smiling she let him go. Taking his hands she pulled him over again. She placed his hands between her legs to make him thrust several fingers into her. Spreading her legs as far as she could she also forced Maeglin's head down too.

Maeglin felt her hot moisture on his fingers as they pushed in and out of her. Balancing on his knees he used his other hand to divide and hold her folds apart. Again he licked his lips before he let his tongue meet her hard appearing little button. First soft and then a little harder the tip of his tongue stroked her. Faster he then circled and sucked that pearl of lust.

Alassiel's breathing became harder and she whispered between his moans to lick her harder and to push his fingers faster into her. Maeglin shook his head. He knew what she wanted but he would not give it to her. And every time he felt that she came close and he felt the first spasms of her ribbed walls on his fingers, he stopped. He did not lick anymore and removed the fingers that stretched her, instead he kissed her hard until she had chilled down a little.

Alassiel begged him desperately to give her relieve. Maeglin growled low as she reached between their bodies and her hand closed around his arousal, trying to guide him to her entrance. His big hands suddenly grabbed her hips and he pulled her roughly towards him and thrust deep into her. Alassiel's moaned loud over the sudden sensation when he fully filled her. She lifted her hips to meet him and Maeglin thrust again into her retreating slowly.

He lengthened his hard strokes with every time he buried himself inside of her. Alassiel threw her lower body hard against him as he pounded faster into her. The walls of the cottage barely held her high pitched screams back as she tightened around him and her inner walls started to suck on his elfhood as she climaxed.

Maeglin watched her in awe, his eyes sparkled. He gave up the control over his body to find his own release. With a loud moan he collapsed, buried her under his body while his juices flooded deep inside of her.

Heavily breathing the couple slowly started to recover from their passionate lovemaking.

Suddenly Maeglin got up. He quickly dressed himself again, searched for his boots while Alassiel's eyes followed every move of him.
The ellon set down on the bed frame and kissed her gently one more time.
He stroke her hair and curled one strand before he got up to leave. As he reached the door, he turned one more time and he saw a single tear rolling down her cheek. Alassiel had read his mind and she said "Nai cuilelya nauva mára!"

And Maeglin returned to his house to take Anguriel, his father‘s sword, with him.


Nai cuilelya nauva mára! Quenya: May your life be good!