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Fateful Circle
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,080
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Fateful2
PART 2
After a swift crossing the swanships reached the lands of Endor, where we anchored in a firth, under the starlit skies. Those who disembarked first began to light fires on the southern bank, a merry sightthe the dark. I waited for my twin brother on the deck of our ship, so we could go ashore together, but he failed to emerge from the hold, and at last I descended into the gloom beneath.
I nearly stumbled over him where he was huddling near the bow, a shapeless lump. 'Is that you, Ambarussa?' he asked.
'Yes, it's me,' I replied. 'Won't you come along to the fires and the food, and set your first steps in Middle-earth?'
'I prefer to stay here,' he sai a s a smothered voice.
'What is wrong' I asked, sitting down beside him, beginning to discern the outline of his head.
'I am shocked to the marrow.' He sounded unsteady. 'Father turned us into murderers, and now we are cursed as well.'
I put out a hand to stroke his hair. In the light, our locks are coppery red like those of our eldest brother Maedhros, but down in the hold they were as dark as our father's was. The hair felt smooth again; after the storm we had finally bathed to rid ourselves of the crusts of blood and salt.
After a while he said: 'We should have defied him and remained behind with Mother. But we did not, and now we are ensnared.'
'At least we are ensnared together.' My hand moved to his cheek, and I discovered it was wet. 'You are crying,' I said. Moving closer I put an arm around his shoulders.
Without warning, he leaned into me like a dead weight. I felt his hair briefly stroke my face before it was swept aside like a curtain and the moist skin of his cheek brushed my lips. It tasted of salt, and suddenly I was assailed by the memories I had tried so hard to suppress: of the storm at sea, and before that of the slaughter in the harbour. The smell of blood filled my nose again, upsetting me badly, and with my twin brother's limp body sagging against me I lost my balance and fell backwards against the ship's unyielding hull, inadvertently drawing him with me.
He slid half on top of me, grabbing one of my loosely braided plaits for support. The gesture brought our faces mere inches from each other. I saw his eyes in the dark, those eyes that had drunk the light of the Two Trees just like mine had, those eyes that could blaze and sparkle. Now, they merely gleamed faintly, and I wondered if it was the same for me.
I was the one who started the kiss, searching his mouth with mine, feeling my groin tightening when I found it. A small sound of surprise escaped him. Then, his lips parted and my tongue crossed the threshold, seeking and finding his, coiling around and around it until he pulled away. 'I will follow you ashore now,' he said hoarsely; speaking seemed an effort to him. 'To the fires and the food.'
But now I was the one who didn't want to leave. 'Our body heat is fire enough,' I told him, 'and the taste of us is all the food we need.'
I expected him to object, to tell me how wrong this was, to withdraw and crawl away from me, but he did none of these things. Instead, after a while, his fingertips touched my left cheekbone. 'You have shed no tears, Ambarussa.'
The touch set my whole body afire. 'Still, I need comfort, Ambarussa(1).' I kissed him again, more hungrily now, realising I wanted to become as one with him, as one as our single name. Tearing my lips from his I whispered: 'I love you,' and my mouth wandered from his lower lip to chin and along his throat until it met a piece of cloth. 'Do you love me,' I asked, beginning to unfasten the garment. 'Love me.'
'Yes,' he replied, almost detachedly. 'What do you need of me?' I felt him winding another of my plaits around his hand.
'More of your skin. More of yourself. Everything.'
'Then give me all of you in exchange,' he said. 'Even your dry eyes for my tears. Then we will both have wept and not have wept and be one and the same.'
'Ambarussa,' I murmured, licking the salt from his cheeks, thinking of shipwrecks and slaughtered bodies once more, and stripping him with impatient hands as he stripped me with matching roughness.
To be continued
(1)No, I'm not confusing them! According to the History of Middle-earth, Vol.12, their mother called them both Ambarussa, and they also called each other by this name. Twins are a rare occurrence among Elves. Perhaps Nerdanel, unfamiliar with the phenomenon, really didn't ser ser sons as separate persons.
PART 2
After a swift crossing the swanships reached the lands of Endor, where we anchored in a firth, under the starlit skies. Those who disembarked first began to light fires on the southern bank, a merry sightthe the dark. I waited for my twin brother on the deck of our ship, so we could go ashore together, but he failed to emerge from the hold, and at last I descended into the gloom beneath.
I nearly stumbled over him where he was huddling near the bow, a shapeless lump. 'Is that you, Ambarussa?' he asked.
'Yes, it's me,' I replied. 'Won't you come along to the fires and the food, and set your first steps in Middle-earth?'
'I prefer to stay here,' he sai a s a smothered voice.
'What is wrong' I asked, sitting down beside him, beginning to discern the outline of his head.
'I am shocked to the marrow.' He sounded unsteady. 'Father turned us into murderers, and now we are cursed as well.'
I put out a hand to stroke his hair. In the light, our locks are coppery red like those of our eldest brother Maedhros, but down in the hold they were as dark as our father's was. The hair felt smooth again; after the storm we had finally bathed to rid ourselves of the crusts of blood and salt.
After a while he said: 'We should have defied him and remained behind with Mother. But we did not, and now we are ensnared.'
'At least we are ensnared together.' My hand moved to his cheek, and I discovered it was wet. 'You are crying,' I said. Moving closer I put an arm around his shoulders.
Without warning, he leaned into me like a dead weight. I felt his hair briefly stroke my face before it was swept aside like a curtain and the moist skin of his cheek brushed my lips. It tasted of salt, and suddenly I was assailed by the memories I had tried so hard to suppress: of the storm at sea, and before that of the slaughter in the harbour. The smell of blood filled my nose again, upsetting me badly, and with my twin brother's limp body sagging against me I lost my balance and fell backwards against the ship's unyielding hull, inadvertently drawing him with me.
He slid half on top of me, grabbing one of my loosely braided plaits for support. The gesture brought our faces mere inches from each other. I saw his eyes in the dark, those eyes that had drunk the light of the Two Trees just like mine had, those eyes that could blaze and sparkle. Now, they merely gleamed faintly, and I wondered if it was the same for me.
I was the one who started the kiss, searching his mouth with mine, feeling my groin tightening when I found it. A small sound of surprise escaped him. Then, his lips parted and my tongue crossed the threshold, seeking and finding his, coiling around and around it until he pulled away. 'I will follow you ashore now,' he said hoarsely; speaking seemed an effort to him. 'To the fires and the food.'
But now I was the one who didn't want to leave. 'Our body heat is fire enough,' I told him, 'and the taste of us is all the food we need.'
I expected him to object, to tell me how wrong this was, to withdraw and crawl away from me, but he did none of these things. Instead, after a while, his fingertips touched my left cheekbone. 'You have shed no tears, Ambarussa.'
The touch set my whole body afire. 'Still, I need comfort, Ambarussa(1).' I kissed him again, more hungrily now, realising I wanted to become as one with him, as one as our single name. Tearing my lips from his I whispered: 'I love you,' and my mouth wandered from his lower lip to chin and along his throat until it met a piece of cloth. 'Do you love me,' I asked, beginning to unfasten the garment. 'Love me.'
'Yes,' he replied, almost detachedly. 'What do you need of me?' I felt him winding another of my plaits around his hand.
'More of your skin. More of yourself. Everything.'
'Then give me all of you in exchange,' he said. 'Even your dry eyes for my tears. Then we will both have wept and not have wept and be one and the same.'
'Ambarussa,' I murmured, licking the salt from his cheeks, thinking of shipwrecks and slaughtered bodies once more, and stripping him with impatient hands as he stripped me with matching roughness.
To be continued
(1)No, I'm not confusing them! According to the History of Middle-earth, Vol.12, their mother called them both Ambarussa, and they also called each other by this name. Twins are a rare occurrence among Elves. Perhaps Nerdanel, unfamiliar with the phenomenon, really didn't ser ser sons as separate persons.