Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

Good night - sleep tight.


Another day in the barely lit mine came to an end. Maeglin had no desire to dig longer. His hands were sore, his back hurt him and even his keen sight tried to leave him. He tried to straighten his back slowly and carefully. He did not want to hit the narrow ceiling of this cave again.
Just some feet in front of him Eöl kneeled still running his pickaxe again into the rocks. He never seemed to get tired.

Maeglin threw the shovel to the side "I am done. I will not work another second longer tonight. It is enough!" Eöl gazed astonished over his son's face. He never had heard words like these before out of his son’s mouth and normally Maeglin did not disobey him. Eöl nodded swiftly. He too felt already a weakness in his arms and his knees were hurting him from the ground. He just would not want to stop, he still sensed more ore deeper in the mountain.

The younger ellon crawled out of the cave, catching a glimpse of the last light of the day. Behind him Eöl appeared. He obviously had changed his mind.
"We have time. We do not need to finish today or tomorrow. Let's go home." He gently slapped Maeglin on the shoulder. He was way broader but only a little taller than his son. Within the years Maeglin's body would be steeled and broaden like his sire's from the many years of heavy work in the dungeons of the mines and from their hammering and forging in the smithy.

They walked side by side through the woods. At a certain point Maeglin took his heavy boots off. He liked the feeling of the soft mossy forest floor on his feet. Close to the dwelling they shed their dirty clothes down and slid their tired bodies into the cooling water of one of the creeks that flowed through Nan Elmoth, the dark forest. Like everyday Aredhel had left some fresh clothes for them at this little creek.

Once their faces were recognizable again and their bodies clean, they climbed up the banks of the little creek and dressed in simple linen tunics and woolen breeches. Maeglin wrapped his belt around his narrow hips. Father and son walked tired to the main house, their home.
From the chimney smoke dissolved into the cool evening air as they entered and Maeglin suddenly realized how hungry he was. He flung himself onto the bench behind the rough wooden table.

The kitchen maiden brought them big mugs of goat's milk and each a bowl of stew. Maeglin tilted his head and eyed into the dinner. He was not too happy with rabbit stew and mushrooms that night.

He had preferred something stronger. Aredhel sat down beside them, broke the bread handed a piece of the still warm coarsely ground rye bread to her husband and the other one to her son. Her eyes did not miss the blisters on Maeglin's hand. Quickly she got up again and got the jar with the ointment made of marigolds and suet. When Maeglin had finished eating, she gently took his hands and softly massaged the cream into his skin.

"I will retire already. I would have liked to join you for the singing tonight. But adar, I can not. I need to rest." With these words Maeglin excused himself and climbed up the stairs to his chambers.
He yawned as he entered the room. He looked into the mirror of polished steel and shook his head. He looked awful tonight. One cheek was swollen from the impact of a piece of rock that had hit him. He had scratches all over and he saw a big bump on his forehead, where he had hit himself during the day several times.

The room was scanty furnished. He gazed over his rough built bed, the little table with one chair, a small shelf with parchments and a tiny cabinet. On the floor a chest stood, in which he kept his keepsakes; like the first dagger he forged, stones he had collected, the small antler of a roebuck, a tiny wooden horse, an old ragged cloth deer that his naneth had made for him and the beautiful fern circlet that he had wound for Lachiel and she had worn it at the summer solstice.

He took his clothes off and slipped into his night tunic. Lately the nights were cool already again up there in the north and he wanted to rest peacefully. Maeglin grabbed the pillow and shook it several times until it was as fluffy as he wanted it. He dreamed of his mother's town where the pillows where not stuffed with leaves and straw but with downs of white geese. He pushed the pelts back and sat down on his bed. As he lifted his long, muscular legs onto the straw stuffed mattress, he discovered a sore spot on his knee.

He pulled the pelts up, blew the candle on the nightstand out and snuggled himself into his pillow, pulling the pelts all the way up to his face.
He turned left, folded his hands under his face and closed his eyes. Deep sleep came instantly over him.

Maeglin had slept deeply for some time and so he did not hear, the sound of bare feet flitting up the stairs and down the hall. It escaped his keen hearing that the door to his chamber was opened and a small figure stood in the frame.
The elleth closed the door quietly behind her and snuck over to his bed. She sat down beside him, smiling as she saw him sleeping like an elfling.
Gently she placed a kiss on his forehead and traced the shape eyebrows with her slim finger. Her little hand traveled down his cheek and for a moment it rested there. Just long enough for her to bend over to kiss him on his mouth.

Maeglin sighed as he felt his pelts lifted. The small elleth slid under the big blanket of rabbit and fox furs. She gently moved herself as close as she could get to him, caressing him slowly across his chest.

Maeglin turned onto his back and the elleth used this opportunity to roll herself on top of him. She unlaced her dress and let it slide over the side of the bed. Her little hands reached under his tunic and traveled to his nipples to twist them gently.
Maeglin opened one eye, then the other. Surprised and tired he whispered "Lachiel, what are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you, the whole evening and you did not come. I missed you." She bent down to kiss his mouth. Seductively her tongue played over his lips, encouraging him to open his mouth. Maeglin slowly opened his mouth and playfully his tongue met hers. He pulled his hands out from under the pelts and stroke up her sides, over her arms to her hair.

His fingers quickly found the leather string that kept her long braid together. He loved to see her dark hair openly flowing over her shoulders. Slowly he undid the plait, while he continued to kiss her.
Lachiel skipped further down and placed tender kisses on his chest. She softly bit his nipple, feeling how hard it got under her tongue.

Maeglin moaned as her small hand traveled over his abdomen down to his groin. The elleth grabbed his only slightly aroused elfhood and started to rub it up and down. Quickly it grew hard in her hand and she could feel the veins pumping blood under the skin. Maeglin's hand stroked up her sides to her small breasts, cupping them and twisting her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

As she rested on one of his thighs he could feel the moisture that was building up between her legs. Lachiel rubbed her lower body over his skin." Sweet Lachiel, I have never experienced you so...so demanding." The elleth silenced him quickly with another passionate kiss. Maeglin sat up and pushed her gently off and rolled her beside his mighty body.
He was now fully awake again and longed to take her instantly. He desired to thrust deep into her, making her scream.

But he decided different. He grabbed her hands and held them tight above her head. His mouth closed over her erected nipple and his tongue swirled around it, hardening it more and more. He licked over to her other breast and bit her softy, sucking her nipple into his mouth and softly slapping it with his tongue. He returned to the other nipple. Lachiel's breathing became heavier and she moaned deeply as he his fingers combed through her curls.

Still holding her firm with his other hand he divided her folds searching for that little button that would give her so much pleasure. Lachiel shivered as he found it and circled it gently. He took it between his fingers and rolled it arousing her even more. Lachiel spread her legs and tried to wiggle her hands out of his iron grip, but Maeglin did not let her.
Instead he explored her little opening.

Softly he pushed one finger into her, just half the way and rotated it slowly deeper into her, searching for this tiny knob. Lachiel pushed her body down to make him dig deeper into her. Maeglin smiled and kissed her cheek, traveled slowly over to her ear entering it with his tongue, retreating to the tip of her ear as she shivered and he felt the chills on her skin.

He entered his second finger into her and his thumb rubbed her fleshy button. Maeglin made it rise while he circled it's exposed tip. "Please Maeglin, do not let me wait tonight." Surprised he raised his eyebrows but let her hands go. He rolled over her and Lachiel arched her back wanting him to take her right away. But he shook his head and buried his face between her legs. The elleth pushed her lower body against him.
As his fingers found her folds again, he felt how wet all had become. He let them run down to her opening and embedded them deep inside of her. Maeglin pushed them slightly forcing in and out to stretch her walls. He knew that she otherwise would not get ready for the size of his elfhood. He lowered his head and his tongue found the little button. He stroke it quickly, making her moan again. Her juices were dripping over his hand.
Maeglin dug his fingers deep again into her collecting more of her nectar. He massaged it down to her anus and softly circled it. He licked her pearl faster and pushed two of his fingers into her opening again, while his little finger gently forced itself just a little into her anus, rotating, trying not to hurt her. Lachiel stiffened for a moment and whispered "Do not hurt me, please."

"No, meleth, do not fear." As she got used to this new sensation, she pushed his head with both of her hands softly again between her legs. Maeglin did as she desired. He licked, his fingers pushed slowly into her and his little finger just caressed her anus. Lachiel moaned more and deeper and he felt more of her sweet nectar flowing over his fingers. He did not stop, he just licked her button faster, driving her crazy. Her fingers grabbed into his long black hair as she started to throw her head from side to side.

Maeglin needed to look at her ecstasy as she climaxed. His elfhood was rock hard and he needed to burry himself inside of her. But Lachiel squirmed away and forced him to lay down. In disbelieve Maeglin observed that the small elleth climbed onto him. She towered above him, running her fingernails over his skin. Again she grabbed his elfhood tight, leading it to her entrance.
Lachiel rubbed it's swollen head up and down her folds, making herself shiver again and suddenly rammed his elfhood into herself. Maeglin gasped for air as he felt her wet tightness enclosing him. Lachiel pushed her hands into his shoulders and her hips up and down, impaling herself again and again, faster and harder, then Maeglin had ever dared to take her. He grabbed her around her slim waist and supported her movements. He felt her walls pulsating, tightening around him, climaxing for the first time while he was inside of her and he pushed her deep down, diving his shaft, all it's length, into her as he spilled his seed.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the heavily breathing elleth down on his chest. Maeglin lovingly kissed her mouth "Let me hold you till the morning comes." Lachiel nodded