29. Their sacred night
Author's note: Fair warning to you readers, the last third of this chapter is pretty mature because of the stuff that tends to happen on a wedding night!
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Year 111 of the Fourth Age. It was now summer time, and all around Formenos it was full of lif.
"Sit still, those wedding braids are a bit complex to do…last time I did it, was for my own wedding to Aredhel...geez, did the All-Father grant you a similar thickness on the hair as a Dwarf because of how stubbon you are at times?" muttered Eöl as he fixed some of Rûsa's thick hair into a several smaller braids around his head that male Dwarves had on their wedding day. Seeing that Eöl had been taken in as a young Elfling by a childless Dwarven couple after the attack on the Metal clan under Sauron's lead, it was only natural that he had picked up some Dwarven customs during the years he had lived with them and it was also a lesser custom in the Metal clan that the father of the bride would make a small braid in his future law-son's hair as a sign of welcoming him into the family.
"Good question…" Rûsa laughed nervously, trying not to move his head or Eöl would only scold him for messing up the work he had done fo the past hour. He was not afraid of his soon-to-be unusual law-father, even if he did admit that Eöl was a bit grumpy by Elven standards. While waiting on thet Eöl would be finished, Rûsa instead looked on the golden borders on the sleeves of his emerald-green Jubba that he had worn the year before on his coming-of-age ceremony; it was only natural that a groom would wear his best and most expensive clothing at his wedding.
"I was and still am serious when I say that I think you are the best match for my only child and daughter. Ever since Maeglin was reborn, she had to deal with the negative reputation history has given her because she was forced to betray Gondolin. Still, the fact that she is of royal blood by her mother did not prevent that she has been having her share of unpleasant suitors."
"What?!"
All right, that was some news for Rûsa. He could understand that Maeglin must have been admired a bit in Gondolin for several things, despite how things had been with Eöl and Aredhel right before their deaths in the First Age. And then everything with Angband and the Fall of Gondolin must have ruined it...
"A-are you sure about that?"
"Do I look like I am joking? Of course she would have suitors before you, even in the First Age. But after her rebirth, about 90 % of those idiots mostly did it to mock her and make Maeglin feel like she never would be worthy of love. That she also felt like your forced coupling had tainted her, did not help much. It is true that I had trouble to relate with her during the last years in Nan Elmoth, but it was a difficult time for all three of us. Maeglin was in adolescence and started to feel confined as she only had left Nan Elmoth a few times to come with me to the Dwarves, Aredhel was homesick to see her family again and I was terrified over that I might lose them both if I allowed them to leave. Back then, I had not really been able to let go of the trauma of losing my birth family and Clan to the Dark Lord, so I feared that it would happen again, this time with my own wife and daughter…"
Rûsa did not say anything himself as he listened on what Eöl said. In a way, he could understand him. Just the mere thought of losing his family to the claws of Sauron or Morgoth was enough of a nightmare in itself. And now, when he knew how freedom truly was like, the happy feeling of being able to live without the constant fear for punishment or worrying when he would be able to get his next meal, Rûsa really had no wish to return to the harsh life of a slave. One life-time like that was more than enough.
"Now, remain still, brat, I need to bind the last two braids together in the back of the head!"
Rûsa had grown used to hearing Eöl calling the younger generations in the family for brats at times as a grumpy way of showing that he did actually care for them in his own way.
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As a wedding dress, Maeglin wore a royal purple sari with silver embroidery. It was meant as a symbol for her royal blood and the small fact that she was born in a minor branch of the Noldor royal family. She and Rûsa had chosen to have a very private wedding ceremony, with only their closest family members as witnesses. After all, since they tried to keep their betrothal and marriage secret until that the marriage bond had been consummated and the moral guardians would be unable to prevent it from happening.
"Look at you, sweetie. Dressed like a bride and about to be married," smiled Aredhel as she helped Maeglin to finish braiding the white roses into her hair.
"It feels so odd...Rûsa may be born 338 Years of the Sun before me, and yet...I am older by him in our second lives because I was reborn in the Secomd Age…really, a age difference on 4775 years?"
"And you were 109 years old when you first met him, who was aged 537 if I have counted right," commented Maedhros from the door as she put down Lówen on the floor. Her youngest daughter was now little over a year old and understandable curious about all the fuss for the wedding. With a tiny giggle, the little girl hurried over to her soon-to-be law-sister and gently tugging on her skirt to get attention.
"Maeglin! Can I have a flower in my hair too? Pleeease?"
Knowing that Lówen had a habit of repeating a request until someone gave in, Maeglin took a spare rose and put it in her golden platinum blonde hair.
"Thank you!"
The toddler hurried around in the room, happy over getting a white rose in her hair as well. Smiling in apology, Maedhros tried to catch her second-born daughter again before she did something that could harm herself.
"All right, Lówen, time for you to stop playing for a little while before you happen to do something of a mess to the fine dress…"
As Maedhros left with her daughter, Maeglin said:
"I hope that whenever Rûsa and I have our first child in the future, he or she will be a little more calm or at least quiet in personality."
Aredhel refused to remind Maeglin that she had been a very quiet child during her first years of life. But then, every child was different in personality.
"And I think it is very mature of you two to not have children right away after the wedding. Some couples do manage it, but for others it can be rather difficult to handle both the love of a husband or wife and on the same time dealing with the demands of very small children. It is not like that you are in a hurry to get heirs to the throne, anyway," commented Fingon, who knew what he was talking about. After that Fingolfin had became High King, there had been pressure on him to marry and have children given that it had been a very serious risk of losing a warrior king as Fingolfin in battle, which had became true in the most horrible way none could have foreseen. As honorable a duel against the Dark Lord himself was, Fingon was not the only one who had wished in secret that his father could have waited a little more with a such stunt because of how young Gil-galad had been at his own death.
"Thanks for that, uncle."
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They had chosen to have the wedding ceremony in the forenoon, so it would not be too early in the morning and yet not too late in the day. They had requested to be alone in a small forest grove inside one of the smaller forests around Formenos, as a outdoor wedding ceremony was better fitted for the soon-to-be married couple in question.
"I have placed some of the city guards and the best warriors in the Wood clan around the forest, just in case some of the worst moral guardians are trying to storm over here…" whispered Fëanor to Nerdanel, showing her a short letter they had gotten from Ingwë about several of the most pious Vanyarin Elves were on their way to Formenos; he had not been quick enough to hide his letter about the coming marriage between Rûsa and Maeglin.
"Well, he could not help that one of them was in his office when he got the letter. No doubt that he tried to hide it but was not fast enough."
They all knew that Ingwë and the most pious Vanyarin Elves did not agree on several things anymore, especially on why Vanyarin youngesters seemed to have it much more difficult to marry with the Noldor and Teleri ever since the Avari clans and other elves who had not done the Great Journey had started to show up in Valinor. The event with Vanë twenty-one years earlier, where she had tried to marry Rûsa by coercion, had really made that chasm deeper than what the moral guardians were willig to realize or even admit.
"Well, he did promise in this letter that he would give them a good piece of his mind about this when they return, at least. And please send him something as a sign on we do not hold him responsible for what they might try to do to prevent me and Maeglin from marrying," Rûsa requested as he helped Yuë to add some lip balm on his lips for some protection against the sun.
"Do not worry, Rûsa, we will do that...oh, here is your lovely bride coming with her parents."
As he stood up, it was just in time to see Maeglin arrive in her full trousseau. A bride veil of white tulle had been fastened in the back of her head with a silver hair-pin and a dark purple ribbon, allowing her black hair to fall freely over her back and she held a small bridal bouquet of white and red roses in her right hand.
"You...look wonderful…" Rûsa mumled with a rather heavily blush. Maeglin just smiled back at him for the words, enjoying how boyish he seemed for a short moment, and touched his cheek with her free hand as she did not really reach up to kiss him. Then, she asked Saira to hold the bouquet for her during the wedding vows. Rûsa took her hand in his right hand, seeing that he held her wedding ring in his dominant hand.
"Constant as the sea, the sun and the moon is my love for you. Like a mountain protecting the woods, and the woods the mountain in return, we shall cover each other's back. Let me be your sword and your shield as you will be mine, for we are one. As a river will seek out the ocean, I will forever live for your happiness and to make it complete. From the dawn of time, when the All-Father created everything in His Song, to beyond the Second Music, I takes you as my wife."
At the last word, Rûsa placed the golden ring on Maeglin's left ring finger. Then, as she placed his wedding ring on his finger, she said:
"As the sea slowly slips upon the shore, so will I always hold you dear; as the sun appears with every dawn, so will my love always shine on you. Whatever lies ahead, good or bad, we shall face together. Distance may test us at times, yet we shall keep together in body and spirit. Respecting each other, we commit to live our lives together for all the days to come. I ask of you to share this world with me, for good and ill, be my partner, and I shall ever remain yours. Look to me for all the days to come, as I take my place as your wife and you to be my husband."
They finished the ceremony by switching out the betrothal ear-rings from a year earlier to a set of marriage ear-rings, in their case silver earrings with emeralds shaped like a single star.
"Rûsa, take this as a marking of becoming the husband of Maeglin," said Eöl and held up a sword in its scabbard. As Rûsa carefully unshelded the sword, the black blade of Anguirel was revealed.
"Ada, this…!" started Maeglin in surprise over seeing that the sword had actually survived the Fall of Gondolin. Sure, she had used it to defend herself before Idril had dragged her along into the hidden tunnel the House of the Mole had helped to build in order to have a escape way when Morgoth finally attacked the hidden city, but she had lost it just before her suicide.
"Tuor managed to save it and bring it over here to Valinor when he and Idril sailed here. Then they gave it back to me, as they believed that seeing the sword again too soon after your rebirth would only trigger up unpleasant memories," Eöl answered with a small side-glace on said couple. Rûsa could not help but hiding a smile at hearing his law-father mutter for himself:
"Running off with her mother and stealing the most important part of her dowry...silly girl…"
Maeglin blushed deeply and refused to see her mother in the eyes when she too heard what Eöl said for himself. Rûsa choose to distract her with a chaste kiss on the cheek, much to the friendly teasting from the younger family members.
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They managed to enjoy about three hours together on the wedding feast afterwards, before they got the first warning that the moral guardians was getting closer to Formenos. As Rûsa and Maeglin was not the only couple to get married this fine summer day, sharing the wedding day with four other newely-wedded couples, their families had a perfect excurse for being present in the celebration as guests like the rest of the city.
"They are about a hour away...Rûsa, Maeglin, looks like you need to leave now before they come any closer to here."
"Yes, grandfather."
Two of the fastest horses in Formenos had already been prepared for them earlier, so after a quick change to more riding-suited clothing they were ready to leave.
"Here. I have packed some items that could help you both later," said Elrond and handed Maeglin a small package to have in the saddle-bag. The young couple did not need any explanation of what he meant. After all, the was the consummation of the marriage that would made them bonded for life and the last thing they needed was a repetition of the events surrounding their first meeting back in the First Age.
"Thank you."
With a promise that they would try and be back in about three days' time, Rûsa and Maeglin rode away from Formenos.
"At least Taurion promised to try and block the moral guardians from coming closer."
It did take little over a hour before several riders showed up about ten kilometers from Formenos.
"Just what is the Noldorin royal family thinking?! Allowing those two to marry when they are too close relatives!"
"Indeed, can they not see what kind of grave sin they will commit…"
Suddenly, without warning, a much larger group of warriors from the Wood clan showed up and surrounded them, even holding their long spears against them as a warning against any movements.
"Your King and Lord Ingwë managed to get a letter sent away from Formenos before you even had left the city. He is not too pleased with the fact that you planned to ruin the happy day of a young couple in love when they have their wedding day," spoke Taurion in a less than happy voice as he came up, having followed the warriors along to find the Vanyarin Elves.
"Now, come along back to Valmar quietly without making a fuss and we do not have to be tough."
"What!? You have no right to…"
Remembering Ingwë's quickly written-down warning about the long rants that those moral guardians was infamous for, Taurion nodded to his men to make them silent. A carefully measured yet heavy dose of hypnotics, used in handkerchiefs, quickly made them quiet as they fell into a forced sleep.
"No wonder Ingwë wrote that we might need to use ear plugs of cotton while escorting them back to him," one of his middle sons commented, earning several nods in agreement about that.
"Yes, we better get them back as soon as we can before they wake up again in a few hours."
Taking the reins to lead the horses which now had sleeping riders on them, Taurion rode in the front of the group towards Valmar.
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By now, Rûsa and Maeglin had found the large wedding tent that had been put up for them to use.
"They really have thought of everything...shall we see what Elrond packed in that package?"
"With him being a healer, I am sure that he must have something that could help for the wedding night...oh?"
It was several small items inside the package. Opening one small jar, Maeglin found a jasmine-scented cream that, according to a small note, would be used to slowly numb her womanhood about three hours before any sexual contact and by that lessen the pain that a bride tended to suffer during the consummation of her marriage. There was a also a generous vial of oil that Rûsa could use. None of them was surprised over that Elrond had packed and prepared so many different suggestions to help them have a enjoyable wedding night without it becoming more painful than needed. While they knew how to pleasure each other with their mouths and fingers without crossing over the thin line that would have made them married long before this, they were still grateful for any outside help.
"I can cook some tea if you want, there is no need to rush if the cream needs some time to have done its work."
"Sure, I will be back soon."
Rûsa pretended not to see the jar with the numbing cream in her hand as she went inside the tent. Instead he focused on boiling the water needed for the tea and, as he checked on what they could have to the tea, even found some freshly baked bread buns that he loved to buy in a particular bakery in Formenos. One of his many maternal reatives must have laid in a special order this for their wedding day. He had just finished to set the small table for two people when Maeglin came back.
"It smells wonderful. You really are good at cooking," she said with a smile as she sat down. Rûsa blushed faintly at her praise, feeling happy over that he had shown some skills in making food already at his first cooking lessons given by his uncles when he was much younger.
"Thank you, beloved."
While eating the light meal, they took the chance to simply relaxing and enjoy time together. They also took the change to discuss and plan for how their married life would be. Knowing already how Maeglin had enough work as a blacksmith to be able to be the main breadwinner of them, along with how Rûsa's skills in painting and drawing could serve as an extra income by selling his artwork, they were in agreement that he could be a house-husband. And he was not the only one of their common friends to be in a such family role.
"Personally, I think staying at home and be a home-artist would help you relax and be free of what others might say about you while you work. And you can get extra food sometimes by hunting with Snowflake."
"Aye, I am already having a request from Ingwë to paint a night painting that can be soothing for a baby. I believe it is meant for the nursey of his newest great-grandchild that will be born in the winter."
Maeglin chucked and leaned against his shoulder. Placing down his own tea cup on the table, Rûsa kissed her forehead. As he glaced down, Maeglin gave him a surprise kiss on the lips. That her black braid was partly undone as well, was a unspoken signal to him about what she wished. Giving her a faint nod, Rûsa rose to his feet and followed her to the stream close-by to wash off themselves a bit.
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To create a more relaxing mood inside the sleeping area of the tent they did light some incense so it would smell nice.
"Shall we start with a small body massage?"
"Good idea for a start."
During the quick washing off earlier, they had both freed their hair out of the braids they had been wearing. And a body massage was always pleasant to get, as it helped them to relax a bit.
"How do you feel? Is the numbing cream for your womanhood working as it should?"
"I think it is pretty safe to say that Elrond never would do something half-way, not with his healing skills. After all, how would he not know about a maiden on her wedding night when he wedded Celebrian? Out of ten points on feeling, I would say that I am on a two now," Maeglin teasted as a hint to how much the numbing cream had worked on her. As she spoke, she lowered down her right hand and touched him, making Rûsa gasp in surprise. Unlike what people might think because of his height his manhood was neither very long or very thick.
"Relax, take a deep breath. We have done this before," Maeglin whispered gently at seeing him tense up in his whole body at the touch. While Rûsa gladly would bring her pleasure, he could sometimes be uncomfortable with be given the same because of his past life as a slave in Angband. He knew that she would never hurt him on purpose, but some things never really left the back of his mind. Surrendering to someone, even in such an intimate situation meant being vulnerable, and if you wanted to stay alive you just couldn't afford that back then. He trusted her like none other and still his old instincts were hard to beat. She smiled, ignoring her own nervous heartbeat and slight shivering and leant over for a swift kiss.
"Let me massage you first, is that all right with you?"
Rûsa nodded, he wanted to make her feel safe and protected and if that meant that he had to be completely submissive then be it. He rolled over on his stomach while she grasped the oil and poured some of it onto his back and it made him hiss slightly since the oil was a bit cold. Maeglin giggled, then she started spreading the oil over his skin and marveled at the contrast between his hard muscles and smooth silky skin. He was so different from who he had been in Angband, the scrawny malnourished and mistreated ner had really become a true gem and she felt a deep gratitude for being the one he loved. Rûsa closed his eyes and just sighed with pleasure, it felt so good being massaged and she took her sweet time, made sure that every muscle was relaxed and soft. But other parts of him were far from soft right now and he started to feel rather affected by her closeness. He could smell her, and her hands were so soft and gentle and yet they did awaken him now in a way they never had before. Knowing that this was it, that they were going to consummate their marriage sort of heightened his senses and made everything so much more exciting. He was aching all of a sudden and couldn't help but pressing himself down against the blanket he lay on, he had never felt such need, such hunger.
"Mmm…"
Maeglin had been given some good advice from her mother and others too, and she was going to put them to good use. After all, she didn't want this to be any more difficult than it had to be and she was nervous, she had to admit it. She could still remember it, that terrible moment when she realized that the Dark Lord would force that masked ner to couple with her, and that there was nothing she could do to prevent it from happening. She would never be that helpless again, and she knew enough now to be able to turn the situation into one that hopefully would be more pleasurable for them both. Sometimes it is a good thing to have other females to ask for advice.
"You are like a forbidden fruit one just wants to taste despite being told that it is forbidden, do you know that?"
She planted a soft kiss at the back of his neck, then she continued kissing her way down his spine and felt him start to shiver, she felt a strange sort of thrill doing this, a sort of new strength within. She was breaking new ground so to speak and exploring him in a way she never had dared to before and the result was rather obvious. She let her teeth nip slightly at his muscular rear and Rûsa gasped loudly and turned his head around, stared at her with shock written all over his face.
"Maeglin?!"
She had to giggle and smile, one of the things she had been told could be a smart trick was to make him come at least once before they really started for real, just to let him blow of some steam and get more in control of himself and she already knew that he was rather close. She knew him that well by now and had learned to read his reactions. After all, they had been sharing a few but rather amorous moments without taking it too far and that had told her a lot about him. She needed him to be calm when the moment came and they were to be as one, if not it could turn a bit nasty no matter how they went at it. The bad memories still haunted them both and she wanted this to be a special moment, a memory to erase the bad ones.
"Move over a bit, please."
She grasped onto his shoulder and turned him over so he lay on his side, facing her, then she kissed him deeply and heard him moan into the kiss. It felt strangely good, knowing she was giving him such joy, she really wanted him to have a marvelous time and so she reached down and started to caress him again, slowly but with determination and Rûsa went rigid and arched against her touch before he started to shudder and threw his head back, groaning.
"Lómiel…!"
Maeglin swallowed hard, seeing him come undone was in a way a humbling experience, he would never have let anyone else see him so vulnerable, and the sight also added to her own desire.
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When he finally managed to catch his breath he gave her a shy grin, his dark eyes still slightly matted and his skin flushing. He was gorgeous like that, and she wanted to see him in this state again and again, until the very end of all things.
"You little minx."
She giggled again and laid down next to him.
"Now you can massage me."
He nodded and now it was her turn to feel hands caressing her skin, slowly and with such gentleness. Since he had already felt the relief of a release he wasn't in a hurry now and could just enjoy exploring and caressing, making her as ready as possible. He was giving her every inch of skin his full attention and now he could go further than before without being afraid of having his base instincts take control of him. It was a new sort of freedom, and Rûsa wanted her to feel pleasure too so he did all that he could to please her. The numbing cream had a strong effect so her nether regions weren't that sensitive now but her breasts were and he couldn't help but think of them as absolute perfection. Maeglin felt as if her skin was on fire, in a good way, she wasn't shy when she was with him, nor did she feel as if she had to be anything else than who she really was. After all, he knew her better than anyone else and the bond they already shared allowed them to tune in on each other's feelings rather well.
"I really hope that it will go well…"
He could remember that day in Angband too, the feeling of being helpless, and the horror of it all. It was not as it ought to have been and he remembered that he had hurt her. Knowing that he would cause her pain yet again was not all that pleasant but it would only be this once, then he would do all that he could to repay her for her sacrifice in every way possible. He too had been given good advice and knew how to please a female, at least in theory. He was sure they would have a great life together, once they just got through this first time. Maeglin knew she was ready, her body had reacted to his touches and she knew that it would be different this time, she was well prepared, she wanted it and there were nobody there forcing them into coupling. They could move forth at their own chosen pace.
"Come over here."
She turned around and made him sit up, then she sat down onto his thighs, facing him. She had found that she loved kissing him and he was good at it too, every kiss made her every nerve tingle and his hands were rather eager now. Rûsa was ready again and she used some of the oil on him, it made him gasp and pant but she didn't continue for long, only long enough to make sure he was well oiled up in case her natural mechanisms weren't enough. The pain she had felt that day in Angband was still in her mind, it had been horrible but this would be so very different and she wasn't really afraid, just a bit nervous but she guessed that it was something she had in common with every female the first time they are to be with someone for real. She longed for that perfect union now, to be one with him and be sure of the fact that nobody ever would be able to break them apart. She could see it in his eyes that he too was ready and so she slid a little closer to him and engaged in another eager and yet loving kiss. She sort of got herself into position and used her hand to guide him right and Rûsa gasped when he sensed her entrance and his eyes got huge, she could see the whites in them all around his black irises.
"Beloved, are you sure you are ready?"
His voice was trembling with both nervousness and desire and it made her shiver, she nodded and put her arms around his neck, being glad he wasn't as huge as some might have guessed. It could be bad enough as it was, but she had been riding horses and been active in every way so she couldn't be that tight. If she had been some spoiled inactive Vanyarin maiden it would be way worse, she had heard some horror stories about how such wedding nights could be for the unprepared bride and mentally praised Eru that she was nowhere near acting like those prissy pious Vanyar. Not to mention that her parents would have been less than pleased and forced her to stop acting in a such way from a young age, her great-grandmother Indis might be a Vanyarin Elf but the Noldor- and Avari blood was dominant in her.
"I am sure my love, I am yours, as you are mine, forever."
She caught his gaze as she slowly sat down and let him slide into place gradually and the short moment of resistance was something she barely registered. Of course it did feel odd at first, as if she was being stretched in a whole new way and that was exactly what happened too but it wasn't very painful. Elrond's gift had done its job and the oil had come in handy too, it was just so unfamiliar and strange. Rûsa gasped as he could feel it too, that something seemed to give way and for a short moment he feared to hurt her but she didn't seem to feel any pain, she looked more intrigued than in agony. He fought against the overwhelming sense of pleasure, since he didn't want to enjoy it if she didn't as well, but Maeglin sort of made that choice for him when she started to move her hips. That made her gasp for it did feel slightly uncomfortable at first but at the same time she felt filled and complete and it was all that she could ever want, they were one.
"Maeglin…!"
Rûsa held onto her, supporting her with strong hands and they both whispered their vows to the All-Father, letting their bonding become complete as their souls merged and rejoiced in the love they felt. It was overwhelming, soul shaking and beyond description, so unlike that forced bond. There had been no pleasure in that coupling, not even for him. He had come but it had been an almost mechanical response brought on by the drugs he had been forced to take. This was so different, this was sacred and Maeglin opened her mind and let his ecstasy pull her along into an explosion of emotions. When they came to they laid there on their side, arms and legs tangled and both in tears from sheer awe. Maeglin got pulled closer into his embrace, none of them spoke for words were useless now, they could not even begin to describe their emotions. The horrible memories of their first and forced bonding in Angband was all but erased by new and precious ones. Tender caresses along their faces and hair were exchanged with faint, exhausted kisses and slowly fatigue and the long day overcame them and both fell asleep, safely in each other's arms. In their shared dream about how their first meeting in the First Age could have been, the young heiress of Nan Elmoth was given a flower crown by the visiting son of the Noldorin High Queen as a sign of offering her his friendship.
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Author's note: One Year of the Trees are nine Years of the Sun according to Tolkiengateway, so logically it would add eighteen years to Rûsa's age since he is born in Years of the Trees 1498, making him 338 years older than Maeglin who is born in Year 320 of the First Age in both canon and the Warg Rider-AU. I also had Maeglin be reborn in the year 1697 of the Second Age, which continued for 1744 more years. Add in the 3021 years of the Third Age along with the first 10 years of the Fourth Age and Maeglin would officially be 4775 years older than Rûsa since they try to hide his past as the Warg Rider by claiming that he was begotten in year 10 of the Fourth Age. So logically, Rûsa is about 705 years old mentally while he biologically is 101 years old in this chapter.
