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The moon was sinking low to the horizon when Mirnim looked up. "Oh, no," she muttered. "We have been gone far too long, we must return," she said to the boys. Looking up, they agreed. At Minnólë's suggestion, Perhaedion and Mirnim waited for a few moments, so that the brothers could arrive at the dance separately, then Perhaedion and Mirnim from different directions.
"It is beautiful out," Mirnim commented. She sat beside Perhaedion on the rock shelf, listening to the crickets and gazing at the stars. "A perfect night for a dance, really."
"Why do you not want to marry, Mirnim?" Perhaedion asked, kicking his feet over the water.
"I do not wish to be a man's wife, to belong to another. I wish to belong only to myself," Mirnim replied. "Father says that I am only headstrong in my youth, and I will grow wiser with age. I do hope that this is not so, for then in a moment of weakness I might bind myself to another."
"Oh, I do not think it is so bad as you make it out to be," Perhaedion said.
"You would not," Mirnim replied. "But you know as well as I that a girl cannot be a warrior. I would like to see you keep a house and raise a brood of children!" They laughed at this.
"What if you fall in love?" Perhaedion challenged. "What if you love someone, and the only way to save his heart from breaking is by marrying him? Then would you marry?" As he talked, Mirnim unfastened her slippers and dipped her feet in the water.
"In those highly unlikely circumstances. . ." Mirnim thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I suppose I would. Perhaps even a little later on. But right now, I am little more than a child. You know how I see you boys; I would wrestle with you in the mud, but never make love to you in the bed. Perhaps, in many years. . ."
"What do you think will come of this rebellion against society?"
Mirnim, until now kicking her feet slightly in the lake, paused, staring at Perhaedion. "Who asked you to say these things to me?" she demanded. "If it was my father--"
"I worry for your safety," Perhaedion interrupted. "Because I am your friend. And also because. . ."
He ran a hand along Mirnim's face, then leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Mirnim parted her lips to speak, but found herself swapping saliva with Perhaedion.
The strangest part was, she was enjoying it, in an odd way. It seemed as though colours were exploding inside of her closed eyes, something rising in her chest. All the air was sucked from her lungs by the shock of the thing. Between her thighs, Mirnim felt a wet sensation she had never experienced before.
When the kiss broke off, Mirnim was staring at Perhaedion. She was angry, angry at him for violating her, and angry at herself for liking it. She drew her hand back and brought it forward, hard, slapping him across the face. Still raging she stoop and hurried off into the woods.
"Mirnim, wait!" But she did not.
"How dare he?" Mirnim whispered to herself as she made her way through the trees. "How dare he, without my permission?" Mirnim paused for a moment. "Then, I suppose it really only matters because I enjoyed it. Had I not, I might not be this angry. . .he proved me wrong and I am too proud to admit that."
Mirnim sighed and turned around, walking back to where she had left Perhaedion. He has gone. As she headed back to the main party, resolving to find Perhaedion the next day, she noticed that the torches seemed to be burning much brighter. In fact. . .
"No!" Mirnim whispered. It could not be. She broke into a run, but as she approached the pavilion, she saw that indeed it was ablaze. The fire raged out of control. All the people of Leissouet were there. . .everyone Mirnim had ever known was either burning, or lying dead on the floor.
Reaching the pavilion, she dropped to her knees. Her brother lay before her, an arrow in his chest protruding out of his heart. "Earhith," she gasped, noting the blood covering most of his torso and face. His eyes gazed upward, his expression carved of fear. What had happened to him?
Before she could look any further, someone grabbed her hair and pulled it back hard, thrusting a torch near her face. "What have we got here? You are a rather pretty thing, aren't you? Now why are you still alive?"
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Mwu ha ha! I love cliff-hangers so much. . .
Iamawriter: Thanks!
Passion lover: Actually, girls do have Adam's apples, but they are not visible.
Vic: Guys most certainly do have Adam's apples.
Nightshade: Mwuhahaha. . .yes, many more chapters. This may be a very long story. Thanks!
TrekandJedimaster: Chapters will get longer as the story progresses.
Iluvweaselsnferrets: Thanks!
Len: Thanks. The chapters will get longer, I promise, but for now I'll just have to update often to make up for the length.
Claire: Thanks!
Thanks everyone who took the time to review!
*****
The moon was sinking low to the horizon when Mirnim looked up. "Oh, no," she muttered. "We have been gone far too long, we must return," she said to the boys. Looking up, they agreed. At Minnólë's suggestion, Perhaedion and Mirnim waited for a few moments, so that the brothers could arrive at the dance separately, then Perhaedion and Mirnim from different directions.
"It is beautiful out," Mirnim commented. She sat beside Perhaedion on the rock shelf, listening to the crickets and gazing at the stars. "A perfect night for a dance, really."
"Why do you not want to marry, Mirnim?" Perhaedion asked, kicking his feet over the water.
"I do not wish to be a man's wife, to belong to another. I wish to belong only to myself," Mirnim replied. "Father says that I am only headstrong in my youth, and I will grow wiser with age. I do hope that this is not so, for then in a moment of weakness I might bind myself to another."
"Oh, I do not think it is so bad as you make it out to be," Perhaedion said.
"You would not," Mirnim replied. "But you know as well as I that a girl cannot be a warrior. I would like to see you keep a house and raise a brood of children!" They laughed at this.
"What if you fall in love?" Perhaedion challenged. "What if you love someone, and the only way to save his heart from breaking is by marrying him? Then would you marry?" As he talked, Mirnim unfastened her slippers and dipped her feet in the water.
"In those highly unlikely circumstances. . ." Mirnim thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I suppose I would. Perhaps even a little later on. But right now, I am little more than a child. You know how I see you boys; I would wrestle with you in the mud, but never make love to you in the bed. Perhaps, in many years. . ."
"What do you think will come of this rebellion against society?"
Mirnim, until now kicking her feet slightly in the lake, paused, staring at Perhaedion. "Who asked you to say these things to me?" she demanded. "If it was my father--"
"I worry for your safety," Perhaedion interrupted. "Because I am your friend. And also because. . ."
He ran a hand along Mirnim's face, then leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Mirnim parted her lips to speak, but found herself swapping saliva with Perhaedion.
The strangest part was, she was enjoying it, in an odd way. It seemed as though colours were exploding inside of her closed eyes, something rising in her chest. All the air was sucked from her lungs by the shock of the thing. Between her thighs, Mirnim felt a wet sensation she had never experienced before.
When the kiss broke off, Mirnim was staring at Perhaedion. She was angry, angry at him for violating her, and angry at herself for liking it. She drew her hand back and brought it forward, hard, slapping him across the face. Still raging she stoop and hurried off into the woods.
"Mirnim, wait!" But she did not.
"How dare he?" Mirnim whispered to herself as she made her way through the trees. "How dare he, without my permission?" Mirnim paused for a moment. "Then, I suppose it really only matters because I enjoyed it. Had I not, I might not be this angry. . .he proved me wrong and I am too proud to admit that."
Mirnim sighed and turned around, walking back to where she had left Perhaedion. He has gone. As she headed back to the main party, resolving to find Perhaedion the next day, she noticed that the torches seemed to be burning much brighter. In fact. . .
"No!" Mirnim whispered. It could not be. She broke into a run, but as she approached the pavilion, she saw that indeed it was ablaze. The fire raged out of control. All the people of Leissouet were there. . .everyone Mirnim had ever known was either burning, or lying dead on the floor.
Reaching the pavilion, she dropped to her knees. Her brother lay before her, an arrow in his chest protruding out of his heart. "Earhith," she gasped, noting the blood covering most of his torso and face. His eyes gazed upward, his expression carved of fear. What had happened to him?
Before she could look any further, someone grabbed her hair and pulled it back hard, thrusting a torch near her face. "What have we got here? You are a rather pretty thing, aren't you? Now why are you still alive?"
*****
Mwu ha ha! I love cliff-hangers so much. . .