Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

Title: Nan Elmoth Diaries - Dancing 5/12
Author/Email: Aearwen ó Romendor
Pairing: Maeglin/Lachiel
Rating: R
Summary: Set in the depth of Nan Elmoth. Maeglin Lómion is invited to the sword dance for the first time but steals himself later away from the feast.
Content: Sword dance, Graphic sex;
Disclaimer: Oh copyright I honor thee,I do not own anyone, anything etc in these chatpers. Story is written for fun and pleasure. Lachiel and Aeghelion are mine.


Dancing

A big fire had been lit in the middle of the large glade of Nan Elmoth. In the morning Eöl, his son Maeglin as well as many of their kinsmen and friends had called for a feast. Their hunting had been successful.

Now haunches of venison were roasting over several of the smaller fires. And mead was poured into the drink horns.
Eöl rose from his seat and lifted his horn into the air. "Cheers to my son, who proved again to be the best of us. Not only will he soon be a better smith than I am, he already is the best hunter of us." The elves cheered at Maeglin, who got up and bowed to thank them for the honor.
It was correct that it had been him who had brought the mighty elk down.

Mablung of Doriath had arrived two nights earlier at the Eöl's retreat. To show him how great and rich this forest was, the elves of Nan Elmoth had gone out for the hunt. Mablung was quiet impressed of his kinsman's son. He had only shortly raised his eyebrow when he learned that his mother was a Noldor. Like his king he did not feel much love for them. Though the beauty of the white lady had made him breathless.

As the evening went on more and louder music was made and most elves found themselves dancing on the soft grass covered center place of the feast. Mablung crossed two swords and laid them on the ground. He invited Eöl to a sword dance. This was often performed on the eve of a battle or just for amusement.

Maeglin strode through the crowd searching for Lachiel. He knew she was around somewhere and he wanted to be close to the elleth. Her father watched her still like a hawk but was delighted to see Maeglin courting her. A bond between his daughter and his friend's son would bring the families even closer.

Maeglin bowed deep in front of Lachiel's sire and asked him politely if he was allowed to spend the evening next to her. Aeghelion agreed and put Lachiel's hand on Maeglin's lower arm. "Maeglin, I am honored to see your interest in my daughter. She needs to be with her family at midnight." The ellon nodded and led her quickly back to the place of his family.
Just as they had arrived Mablung grabbed Maeglin's shoulder and pulled him to the swords on the ground in front of the high burning fire.

Maeglin's heart was beating fast. He had never been invited to the sword dance before. Of course Eöl had taught him the steps but the young ellon worried to appear weak besides Mablung.

They reached their hands over their heads and folded them. Mablung stood on the side of the crossed blades and Maeglin between the studs. 'One step forward, one back, one to the side and back again, hop over the sword and turn, one step back, one forward, one to the side and back again, turn and jump over the sword. Repeat.' Maeglin's brain was working fast as the first beats of the drums were heard and the sound of shawms and flutes filled the air of the forest.

Faster and faster the music became as the two elves jumped and hoped, turned and stepped between the crossed blades of the big swords. As the music stopped both were breathless and the cheers of the other elves showered them. None had touched the sword with their feet. This was seen as a victorious sign for future combat. Now other music was made. Maeglin took Lachiel's hand for the following ring dances.

For a long time they danced like most of the other elves. From time to time Maeglin pulled the young elleth out of the circle just to drink from his horn. He wrapped his arm around her and with the other he brought his mead horn to her lips, making her sip and drink. As he pushed it too high up drops of the honey wine traveled over her chin. Maeglin moved her closer and whispered into her ear. "If we were alone right now, I would lick them from you." Lachiel blushed.

Ever since Maeglin had claimed her body she felt even stronger for him. She had worried he might lose interest in her, since she was so inexperienced but the dark eyed ellon assured her, that he liked her very much and would not want to court any other elleth. He often climbed up to her window at night.
He used the arm of his tunic to wipe the drops from her cheeks and chin. He did not dare to kiss her openly between the elves, since they were not a bonded couple. He murmured into her ear "Let us take a little stroll."

"Maeglin we can not. Our parents are watching us the whole time." The ellon pointed to one of the tents that had been put up. "Will your parents rest in the same tent as you?" Lachiel nodded and Maeglin shook his head disappointed.

For a while he was quietly drinking and holding Lachiel's hand. Aeghelion was busy in the merry making and Eöl was occupied dancing with his lady. Many elves were already quiet effected by the wine and Maeglin heard annoyed the silly, tipsy laughter of several ellith that he had been with.

Suddenly he got up and turned. He still held the elleth's hand and walking backwards as he pulled her away from the fire. His keen sight observed every movement of the feast. Lachiel was looking at him with big eyes but followed him, as he wished.
As they reached the first tent Maeglin turned fast around and strode determined away, wrenching the elleth with him.

"Maeglin, you hurt my hand. I can not make such big steps as you do!" Lachiel yammered. "Really?" Maeglin smiled for he was at least two heads taller than the elleth. Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his arms, carried her away into the darkness of the forest.
He sat her down on a fallen tree and kissed her. Maeglin made her legs rest over his thighs. He held her tight, letting his hand travel down her back. He pet slowly moving the skirts of her dress up.
Lachiel pressed her little body against him answering hungrily his kiss.

Maeglin tried to unlace her dress. "No, please not. It takes so long to tie it and we will be discovered." The elleth started to plead.
Maeglin softly pushed his hand down her cleavage to find her small breasts. He softly rubbed her nipple to make it hard. His mouth traveled down her throat. His other hand slowly moved between her naked thighs up to her folds. He knew they could only spend a little time together, without that the others would get suspicious.

Lachiel moaned as his fingers started to rub that fleshy nub between her folds. His thumb softly pushed the little hood back to arouse her even more. The young ellon held firm on to his shoulders. He moved her to lay her across the trunk of the tree, lifting her skirts, exposing her lower body.

He spread her legs and inserted one of his fingers into her tiny opening. He stretched her a little more inserting a second one, while his thumb caressed her pearl. Maeglin bent over kissed her throat, let his half open lips travel down the skin that was reachable.

He felt her nipples stiffening under the gown and softly bit them through the fabric. Suddenly he sat up again. He tore on the string that held his leggings and pushed them down on the front . His erect elfhood stood straight, awaiting to be touched.
Maeglin took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his big arousal. First gently he moved her hand up and down his shaft, showing her slowly how to please him. Then he grabbed her hand tight and made her stroke him harder and faster.

Lachiel stared at his elfhood as it disappeared in her palm and how it‘s head became darker with ever movement. Normally he touched her, pleased her and claimed her body. She still was shy in caressing him. Maeglin took her other hand and closed her fingers softly over his scrotum. Lachiel did as he wanted, squeezing these soft balls gently, carefully watching not to pull any of his hair. Her hand now ran up and down his shaft as he had desired and he let go of her hand, holding on to the tree, digging his finger nails into the bark. His breath escaped in hissing sounds.

Suddenly they startled. A small deer jumped through the branches, distracting them for a moment. Maeglin's hands caressed her hair. His fingers combed through it. Gently he pushed her head down to his highly aroused elfhood. He took his hard length into his own hand and moved it to her lips. Lachiel balked and tried to raise her head again, but Maeglin had caught all her hair and held it firm to the back of her neck. "Please Lachiel. Please let me feel your mouth." Maeglin begged.

Lachiel's hand was tight around his elfhood and slowly she pushed his foreskin with two of her fingers back. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head and took him deep into her mouth. Maeglin gasped, her eager little hand twisted down his shaft, while her full lips sucked and her tongue was sliding around.
Maeglin's right hand grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them. Lachiel kneeled on the tree trunk. The ellon pushed her skirts up again and his right hand searched between her legs, while he had to hold on to the tree with the other one.

Finding her folds, he pushed two fingers deep into her, stretching the silky walls to make her wider. He felt her moisture on his fingers. Maeglin retreated to lick his fingers, making them more wet before he let them enter her again.

Each time he felt that his elfhood swell more and he neared his peak, Maeglin withdraw from her mouth. In the pale moon light he saw her wiping over her lips. "I want to feel you. Please Lachiel. I will be careful. I promise!"
The elleth gazed over his face and took it between her hands to kiss him deeply.

Maeglin dragged the two of them around, so he kneeled in front of her on the forest ground. She spread her legs to welcome him. He held her hips and slowly but with one single push he impaled her. Lachiel moaned as she suddenly felt to be fully filled.
His lowered his head and bit her earlobe gently.

Feeling her tight, blistering heat and wetness around him, Maeglin could not hold back. He rammed hard into her and Lachiel met every single motion of his body. Her little hands held onto his hair as he thrust harder and faster into her.

She felt his first spasms as he soundlessly began to orgasm inside of her, as his hot seed spurted in jets against her walls. His hands dug deep into the skin of her buttocks as he breathed heavily into her ear. For moments he held her while his elfhood softened. As he slipped out of her, he left a small trace of his creamy white juice on her thigh. Maeglin kissed her again, let his tongue enter her mouth deep.

"Lachiel! Where are you?!"
"I am coming adar. I had to go behind the bushes. I am on my way."

Lachiel flew like a fawn through the forest.