Eternal

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Rúcina

Glorfindel stared up at the stars above him as he tried to rest. The soft breathing of his soldiers was hardly audible over the sounds of the nearby stream just beyond the line of trees at the clearing they were camping in. The need to sleep was not strong within him, yet he needed to rest well between his travels for the patrols. It was not the distraction of thinking that kept him awake this night but the sudden need for release had come over him.

Being away from Vinyamar on such long sojourns had changed how Glorfindel sought ways for pleasuring himself. The need for coupling had not come across him since Elrilya had brought out the sensations within him the night after Glorfindel and his soldiers had rescued her, Idril, and Aredhel. It had been strange for him to not sense the need to find a bedmate for a night with such long lengths of time. Though, the need to do so had come upon him the last couple months he was on patrol. For a time he was able to ignore the uncontrolled hardness that he would awake with in the mornings but it had become difficult as time wore on.

His primary reasons for joining his soldiers out in the wilds for the patrols was because he wanted to be well acquainted with the warriors as comrades and friends, not just a superior that ordered them to their duties. Glorfindel had done so but now it appeared he had neglected his own needs while focusing himself on the protection of his home and being with his forces.

This night’s aching was stronger than any he had during his last patrol. Glorfindel had hoped that he would be back in Vinyamar once the next bout came upon him but he had still a few nights left until he returned. The spring weather had become warmer than usual and the wool clothing they had for the cooler nights at the start of their patrol was hampering them at times. The wool he wore this night was uncomfortable to say the least and did little to help his throbbing length.

Standing and walking away from the camp, Glorfindel felt his way through the trees to the nearby stream. Their camp was among the low foothills of the Ered Wethrin and several small tributaries flowed through the area leading in various directions and also afforded him some privacy with the forests on the ridges of the mountains. He walked a great distance down the banks as to make sure he was out of hearing range of his soldiers. Modesty was not common among the Eldar but he did not wish to disturb them.

Glorfindel stripped himself of his clothing and placed them carefully away from the splashing stream but still within reach. He eased himself into the cool water, the calm current washing over his tired and warm body. Glorfindel wadded out a ways to an outcropping of rocks where a small waterfall cascaded. He sat himself upon a rock underneath the falling water and let the refreshing sensation rinse his sweaty and travel-worn body.

A chuckle escaped Glorfindel’s lips as a memory of one of his trysts came to mind. During his travels after first arriving in the east from Valinor he had come upon a spot beside the river Brithon just outside of Brithombar. There had been a great pond that had accumulated to the side of the river that eventually flowed into a waterfall into the river once more. There he had met a lovely Sindar elleth who had quite a liking for him.

Glorfindel moaned sorely as he was reminded of his aching need. Leaning back, he propped himself on top of some smooth rocks and let his hand drift down to his length. Keeping the thought of his time at the river, he began to stroke himself. His breath hissed out from between his curled lips as his self-ministrations heightened his sensitivity. He could see her blonde hair in front of him, kissing his stomach as she moved lower and her hands raked across his chest.

His body shook as he remembered the sensations she lulled out of him. A heat began to pool in his groin as he quickened his pace and his breath became ragged. He slipped lower off the rocks and into the river as he sought some liquid sensation against his skin yet still continued his caressing. It was then his image changed once the water came in contact with him. Another memory came to play in his mind, of luscious lips drawing upon his length and a tongue flicking across his sensitive tip as he looked down upon the dark-haired elf-maiden who administered to his need.

Not wanting to lose his momentum and incredible sensations, Glorfindel continued to fondle himself. The water became warmed around him from his hot skin, flushed from his continuing easing of himself. He focused on the image his mind had conjured instead of pushing it away despite how sudden and taken unawares he was at thinking of it. The explosive finish of his release hit him finally and he groaned out loud as his body reverberated with the quenching relief.

Laying on the rocks and panting to catch his breath, Glorfindel rested until the last of his seed was washed away from his body. The cool waters once again were taking away the heat his body emanated and slowly his mind cleared. The golden-warrior wadded back to the banks of the stream where his clothes were still sitting. Pulling his clothing back on without a noise or word he thought to himself, his mind unsettled. Glorfindel slowly walked back toward camp, still contemplating when he finally reached it. Slipping into his bedroll, Glorfindel suddenly found himself chilled to the core but still confused at the reaction his mind had during his pleasuring of himself. He knew then he would not be getting any sleep that night but due to another matter.

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Elrilya looked up lazily from the bed, her eyes looking in on the nearby bathing chamber. Taurnil lay back in the basin with his eyes closed, his damp hair clinging to the back of his neck and shoulders as he soaked in the soothing water. She contemplated his form as he sat up and to tend to his washing.

Her eyes roved over his body as she thought to herself. The only ellyn she had shared herself with were Taurnil and Glorfindel and now she found herself comparing the two of them. It had been over three weeks since she had met the Sindar from Doriath and they had spent many days together both in and out of their quarters. Though they had spent time together doing things other than bed play and Elrilya had come to know her recent partner more.

However, he was different from Glorfindel in many ways she realized. Glorfindel’s build was stronger and more defined while Taurnil had the usual lithe frame of the tree-climbing elves of the forests. His hair was fairer than Glorfindel’s whose tresses gleamed like Anar’s golden rays. And their eyes were the most telling difference. Glorfindel’s green irises extended a warm comfort but were strong and powerful when his moods changed while Taurnil’s remained the sharp, icy blue that either took one’s breath away or withered an opponent under his stare when he was angered. Their ways of pleasuring though were very diverse indeed. Taurnil was rough and incredibly intense which Glorfindel contrasted with long, drawn out foreplay and ministrations that seemed more intimate to both involved.

Elrilya tore herself away from her thoughts as she noticed Taurnil approaching the bed, a white bathrobe around him.

“I must be going, Cirdan is expecting me at his noontime meal,” he said as he eyed the outline of her naked frame under the silky sheets. “I do hope to see you again tonight if you permit me.”

His hand drifted over her body, feeling her beneath the covers.

“We shall see,” she said, sitting up and holding the blanket against her form. “I may decide to seek out another’s favors tonight.”

Taurnil narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance at her teasing words before he pounced upon her. Elrilya giggled as he nuzzled his face against her now bare chest, a growing arousal pressing against her through the sheets.

“For that I will have to stay so that I may change your decision so that you will spend the evening with me,” he growled before claiming her mouth.

Warm hands snaked over her naked form. As he pressed harder against her, the robe slowly slipped away from him revealing his own bare body. Within seconds, both were divested of what little clothing being worn or coverage from blankets and once more they took in their pleasure leaving Lord Cirdan with a once warm meal that had become cool upon the waiting of his delayed kinsman.

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As Taurnil went about his duties and obligations for the day, Elrilya returned to her room. She found it empty as usual but it had a strange air about it this day. To her bathing chamber she went and drew her own bath to cleanse herself for the day to come. Letting herself relax, Elrilya leaned on the edge of the basin as she breathed in the aromas of herbs and oils she had placed in the water.

Her gaze alighted upon her jewelry box next to her mirror. Her silver-chained sapphire pendant was neatly placed upon it. Elrilya sighed to herself thinking how long Glorfindel had been away. The first few times he had been gone she had been a little lonely though this time she was comforted by another source. Despite Taurnil’s appearance in her life, she still wondered as to how her good friend fared. It also reminded her she had neglected her studies with Ecthelion during the time she had become involved with the elf of Doriath.

The thought of his proposition to her the night before came back into her mind. Taurnil had asked her to join him upon his return to Eglarest so that they may continue their growing relationship and see where it may take them. Elrilya had told him she would have to think about it as well as seek Turgon’s approval since his opinion mattered deeply to her. Even though she was well past her majority, she felt it was her duty to be an honorable daughter since Turgon had taken her as his responsibility. Cirdan would be more than happy to act as a guardian during her stay in Eglarest.

It was an important decision since it would influence how her life would change and how she would spend it with whom. Though, taking the advice of Idril would be the best instead of never seeking out any of the possibilities she was handed. A sheltered and uneventful life was not one she wished to lead but Elrilya also felt a need and obligation to remain in Vinyamar though she assumed it had to be out of habit.

More so, she realized she needed to find herself. Elrilya was unsure of where her life was leading or what she expected of herself. Turgon would be incredibly understanding of her reasons since he had also sought solace for his adventuring and tumultuous heart. If her decision were to end up as a mistake, it would be a lesson she would learn but she had to do it on her own without Turgon, Aredhel, or even Idril watching over her. She told Taurnil she would have an answer for him before the time came for him to depart.

Quenya Translations
Rúcina: confused