Till end of Time

Night came early and the path to the house of the Mole were lit with many scented candles. While in other places the elves grieved, here there music was loud.

All members of the House had arrived, dressed in their finest robes and seating themselves wherever they desired. The benches and tables had been placed around the high fire in the middle the room. An ox had been butched; his fat was sizzling when it dripped into the fire every now and then, when the giant skewer was turned by two ellin.

Erestor clad in black and tan like most of the House of the Mole was pouring dark red wine down his throat. Drops of it traveled down his cheeks and for a moment I was afraid, because they looked like blood.

He had spent many hours in the house, taking notes or writing down the records of how much ore Maeglin had found. He was one who had seen the light and like my master I will always remember him rather coldheartedly.

I carried loafs of rye bread, bowls of soup and uncountable mugs of ale and wine into the hall. Maeglin was dancing wildly around the fire. They were three or four elves who had joined him and their shadows were thrown against the walls, making me feel uneasy. The images scared many of the guests.

From the corner of an eye, I watched Ecthelion taking his pleasures with one of the maids of his house. He did not care about the other elves around, when he shoved her up the table and pushed her skirts up, before making her give him the warrior's due.

Slightly shocked I turned away, though I had heard from ellith older than me, that wild feasts happened after terrible battles. It was another way to relieve the terror that the warriors had seen.

I felt safe among the ellin. I was Maeglin's maid, his house keeper, his right hand when he was not there. No one would have dared to touch me.

Glorfindel stood up and raised his drinking horn and the elves sang loudly in praise of those who had fallen. His golden, nearly reddish, wavy nearly curly hair cascade over his green robes, that featured embroideries of the House of the Golden Flower.

Suddenly I was grabbed on my right shoulder. Afraid, I looked to the side and saw my master's eyes flashing. I lowered my eyes to the ground, because it would have been outrageous to lock eyes with him. For a moment I feared to have done something wrong and expected to be scolded in front of all. My position did not allow me to ask what he wanted, so I waited endless moments.

He pulled me around and moved his big hand from my shoulder to my arm. There he grabbed me, right on the same spot, where he had caused my bruises earlier and jerked me out of the hall.

He walked swiftly up to his room and dragged me after him. I had to run to keep up with him, so I would not fall. And the whole way up, he did not speak at all. I heard some elves calling obscenities after us and I realized the smirk that played on Maeglin's lips.

When we arrived at his chambers, I started to shake. I tormented my brain, what I could have possibly down wrong. Was the bed sheet too wrinkled, did I miss a stain on his tunic, were the boots not polished enough.

He kicked the door open and jerked me into the room. Slamming the door closed behind him, Maeglin threw me onto his bed. Still I had not realized what he was up to and I said not a word to protect myself, because I was worried I would say something wrong. And after years in his household, I knew that he did not allow any disobedience.

With two steps he was at the bed and grabbed me by my shoulders. Maeglin pressed his lips hard against mine and forced me to open my mouth. Violently he pushed his tongue into the darkness behind my lips. I relaxed, felt suddenly superior to all the ellith, because he finally had chosen me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck but he freed himself. Maeglin towered over me and the bed. He pushed his robes from his shoulders, letting them travel from the ground. He kicked his soft boots away and pulled the indigo blue tunic from his upper body.

I had seen his marveled body more than once, when he ordered me to wash his back or to help him get dressed. Different to most of the ellin, Maeglin was not only tall but also very muscled, while the others seemed to be more lithely built. The hard work in the mines and in the forge and the heritage from his father could be recognized on the muscles of his body.

His raven black hair was flowed down his back as he unbraided it and I could not take my eyes from him. His broad chest moved up and down and he was breathing heavily as he started to unlace his breeches.

Undress," he ordered me. But I could not. I had never undressed in front of an ellon yet and I blushed, when he started to laugh loud.

„Eäriel, it is time that you pay the warrior his due!" Maeglin crawled back on the bed. And I saw for the first time in my life his aroused elfhood.

I failed to follow his orders and his face became hard. He threw me down and with a quick movement he ripped my dress apart. Fear of the unknown came over me and I desperately tried to cover my exposed body

Maeglin caught me about my waist and dragged me closer to him. He flung himself on top of me and I felt his hard member pressing against my thigh. He was breathing heavily and I squirmed to get away. But buried under his weight, I could not.

So this will be the night', I thought to myself excitedly, feeling happy and terrified at the same time, to have been chosen and to be claimed by him. I wondered when he would say the prayers and the blessings, now that he was going to unite us forever.

But I was wrenched out of my short dreams when his teeth dug into my delicate skin just at the nape of my neck. The sudden pain made me try to flee again, but this aroused him even more. One hand ran through my hair and roughly unbraided it. The other found my breasts and rubbed them.

I held my breath when an unknown sensation came over me, as he twisted my nipples and then sucked on them like an infant would do. I had not known that the ellin would do this too.

But when he bit me there too, tears welled up in my eyes. I cried out in pain. He pressed his lips hard against mine and lowered his weight on me, so I barely could draw breath.

Maeglin, please, no! You are hurting me. I can not breathe," I called out, but he did not listen. For a moment he became tender and sweet and moved himself to his knees. He stroke softly over my heated skin and I enjoyed every single second that this sensation lasted.

Straddling my legs as far as he could, he positioned himself between them. His face, that I loved so much, came close to mine and this time he kissed me more gentle. His lips feathered over mine and his tongue played around begging for entrance.


He propped himself up on his elbow to balance above me, when his fingers divided my folds. I jumped when he first circled my entrance and then pushed his middle finger deep into me. My eyes flew open and the cold look on his face scared me. I tried to move myself away, but he inserted another finger roughly into my channel, preparing me for more to come.

Suddenly, he reared. He lifted my hips and searched my opening and without hesitation he pushed his elfhood into me, breaking the barrier, making me scream in pain.

Maeglin gazed over my face and wiped tears from my cheeks. He stopped what he was doing only for that swift moment. I tried to relax, to enjoy what I thought was the bodily union that bound ellon and elleth for eternity.

Retreating nearly all the way, Maeglin seemed to leave my body again. But I was wrong because he thrust heavier than before into me. And this time he did not stop. I tried to push him off, clawed my fingers into his shoulders, but his mighty thrusts nailed me to the mattress. My lower body seemed to be burning and with wide open eyes I stared at the ellon that I loved so much.

His breathing became heavier, still he did not speak nor moan. He suddenly pulled himself out of me and grabbed my legs to turn me around. Having been used to obeying him, I did as he wanted and let him make me kneel.

Maeglin pushed my head down on my arms and spread my legs again. He rubbed his elfhood up and down my folds before finding the channel he was searching. With another hard thrust he impaled me again, nearly sending us both over the edge of the bed.

Even though I was hurting, I felt some pleasure coming over me and thought that soon the moment would come, that our souls would slip out of us and would melt into each other, starting to sing the same eternal song.

Maeglin pushed harder, holding on to my hips, leaving more small bruises where his fingers dug deep into my flesh.

And with a scream he released himself. He fell over me, pumping his seed into my body and I froze to my bone and understood when he cried out Idril!"

The tears that streamed down my cheeks seemed never to end.