Chapter 17- Admitting Love
Indilisse glanced at Haldir and glowered at him, not caring if he noticed it or not. He deserved it after what he had said to her. She could not understand him at all. One moment he was a pleasant person to speak with, and she could imagine herself clearly in his arms as he held her and they shared a kiss. However, in the next moment he was audaciously criticizing her or being rude. How could he possibly be so two sided? What was going through his head that made him like this?
She sighed heavily to herself as she took a long drink from her wine goblet. She caught Glorfindel's eyes from across the table and he smiled evilly and winked at her, holding his goblet up slightly to acknowledge her. Indilisse bit her tongue and swallowed hard, placing her cup back on the table, giving him a scathing look. He laughed and turned away to say something to Elrond. It irked her to no end how he could so openly flirt with her, not caring about the elves that they sat with... all of whom knew of their dreadful past. Well, it had not been so dreadful for what she remembered of that night, but in the morning when realization had hit her like an arrow piercing her skin, it had been horrible.
Why was she even across from Glorfindel anyway? It seemed like the fates were against her this evening, starting with the competition, having to face Haldir and award him that ring. Then when she came down to meet the group of high elves for dinner, and had no escort, Galadriel had insisted that she have one. And as if arguing with Galadriel was not bad enough, the Lady had then asked Haldir to be her companion. It was not as if she could refuse the Lady's request and not take Haldir's arm. Not only would it have been most disrespectful to the Lady, but her parents would be appalled with her. As it was she was mortified that she had even rolled her eyes at Galadriel. The Lady would have never asked for anything that would not benefit Indilisse in the future, but had she also foreseen the argument that would escalate between them? Thankfully Orophin had stepped in and taken their attention away from the argument.
Honestly! What was wrong with Haldir?!
Indilisse glanced around and had not realized that the dancing and music had started. Finally an excuse to get away from all of these elves that knew too much about her. She looked towards Narië and Rúmil, finding them in a delightfully happy embrace, swirling around the green grass. Oh how she wished she could have that happy love. The love that could make you weak in the knees so that the other could hold you in a long embrace, making sure you did not fall.
She felt light fingers tap her shoulder and she turned to glance into the bright blue eyes of a golden-haired he-elf. "Luinil, what a pleasure to see you."
He smiled warmly. They had met when Haldir had shown her around the city, and then a few more times when they happened to be in the Lord and Lady's library at the same time. "Fair Indilisse, it would be a great pleasure of mine if I could have one dance with you."
"One dance." Indilisse giggled, "I believe I will be able to accept your invitation."
Luinil held his hand out for her to take, and helped her out of her seat. She linked her arm with his and started out to the dance with him, glancing quickly over her shoulder towards Haldir to see his chagrined expression at his closest friend leading her away. Indilisse shook her head, turning back to Luinil.
"Did you enjoy the competition today, Indilisse?" Luinil asked, pulling her close to him.
"Aye, very much." Indilisse replied, "But I would have liked to see a competition for elleths."
Luinil chuckled, moving them into the sway of the dance with his left foot. "I would agree that we need one. Except you would have won swordplay, just as Haldir."
She sighed unconsciously, her mind again traveling to the infuriating March Warden. "I would not mind."
He nodded and looked deep into her eyes for a moment, "Do you know that when I said his name that your eyes lit up like the stars?"
"I doubt that." Indilisse replied. She glanced away from his unnerving stare, trying to hide the blush that was readily forming on her cheeks and ears.
"Tell me, Indilisse, and I beg of you to let it be the truth." Luinil said. "Are you in love with Elladan?"
She looked at him surprised, "Who told you about Elladan?"
"A little bird." Luinil smiled, "Named Haldir."
Indilisse shook her head, "How did he find out?"
He glanced down at her, "Maybe I should not tell you for he may not want you to know."
"Tell me now Luinil, or I will forever exacerbate your black heart in my manuscript for the rest of time." She looked at him, unflinching and completely serious.
"He heard you and Elladan in the garden." Luinil said, "Two days ago."
"Oh Elbereth." She let out an exasperated breath, hanging her head and shaking it. "Neither Elladan or I sensed him close."
He was quiet for a few moments, "He could have heard you two leagues off if he wanted to."
"True," Indilisse nodded. "And why would you or Haldir care if I was in love with Elladan?"
"Only to know for future reference." Luinil said.
"Well, you can tell him yourself, Luinil, that I said it is none of his business." Indilisse replied firmly.
Luinil raised a questioning brow, "None whatsoever? Even if he is a friend?"
"None." She said, biting her tongue to keep herself quiet and not continue saying anything she might regret. "Why are you even questioning me like this?"
"I do this for a friend, though he did not know my intentions when I asked you to dance." Luinil stopped moving and looked down at her, "He was curious to find out if he should congratulate Elladan for your shared love."
Indilisse felt herself soften right at that moment, "Maybe if he was more polite, I would be so inclined to speak with him on the matter. As you will undoubtedly go to tell him this, you must make sure to relay this message perfectly as he seems to misconstrue everything that I say."
He laughed heartily at that and backed away, "I will, fair maiden, but for now I will leave you in the arms of Orophin."
"Not you as well." Indilisse grumbled.
"You promised me a dance at the Fall Harvest, mellon." Orophin reminded as they watched Luinil disappear into the crowd of inebriated elves. "And I promise I will not mention one thing about the March Warden."
"I thank you for your discretion." She said and let him pull her into his arms.
He smiled, "I, however, must ask if you have seen Rúmil or Narië."
"When I first came here with Luinil, I saw Rúmil whisking her about." Indilisse said. "I have not been dancing that long with Luinil, have I?"
"Nay, only two songs." Orophin replied, "But they must have made a quick escape."
"They deserve it; they have waited long enough. I just hope Rúmil does not get too, how shall I say, enthusiastic, with her." She giggled and glanced up at him, "Narië would wilt like a flower if he spoke to her half as waywardly as he does me."
Orophin laughed with her, "I agree, but the way he speaks of her is like honey upon his mouth."
Indilisse relaxed into him, "I hope they love forever."
"They will." Orophin said, "And do you not wish that for yourself?"
She felt her head grow dizzy with the continuous circles they were moving and she sighed, "I thought we would not speak of Haldir?"
Orophin paused just long enough to throw them off the beat. "I was not speaking of Haldir."
Indilisse stiffened, and pulled back realizing the monumental slip she had made. She saw the twinkle in his eyes as he moved them back into the dance. All she could think to reply with was a measly, "Oh."
"I will not tell him, Indilisse." Orophin smiled, "That you thought of him when I suggested loving someone forever."
"Orophin, I..." She trailed off. There was no reason to deny it now, as she was sure her face gave her away and that Orophin would easily be able to separate truth from fabrication.
"Do you love my brother, mellon nin?" Orophin asked. She could not distinguish if he was amused or remained purely attentive to her from his cheery voice.
Indilisse inhaled deeply and held her breathe for a long while before letting it back out her nose. "I... I do not know how to answer that..."
"It is simple, Indilisse." Orophin said, "Answer it with an aye or a nay."
"But after today, I do not know for sure..." She said again.
Orophin smiled, and placed a few fingers beneath her chin, "If you do not give me an answer, I will kiss you and then we will cause an uproar."
"You would not dare do that!" She exclaimed, batting away his hand.
"Wouldn't I?" He gave her an evil glare and leaned into her, his breath passing her lips as if he were going to kiss her, but he then only rested his cheek upon hers. Orophin whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling it and making her shiver slightly. "Answer me or I will follow through with my threat next time."
"Aye, I do." Indilisse said. "And it is no fair that you are using my information-drawing methods against me."
Orophin's lips twisted into a gleeful smile, "So tell me, sweetling, how long have you loved my brother?"
She paused, "Since the moment my father placed me in his arms. But it is different now, and I find it odd that we have spent so little time together, but yet I am so in love with him."
"That is just it, Indilisse." Orophin said, "When you know, you know."
"Orophin, you are very wise for your years." She smiled.
"I know, you do not have to tell me." He chuckled, "But now we must devise a plan for you to tell Haldir."
"I cannot tell him." Indilisse cried, "And neither can you, Orophin. You are the only one that knows of this. Not even Narië knows of it."
Orophin cleared his throat and looked up at the high table, "I think the Lady also had a hand in it, or she would not have had you present Haldir with a ring, and then have him escort you to the meal."
Indilisse nodded, "I fear you are right."
"But I still think Haldir should know." He said.
"No. If and when I feel like it is the right time, I will tell him." Indilisse said, "And I do not wish for yours or Rúmil's help in this matter. Whenever you two carry out a plan it always turns bad. I mean, we would not want Nindë ending back up in Haldir's arms, now would we?"
He shook his head vehemently, "No we do not. That is the last thing we want with that vile, detestable, depraved elleth. Which reminds me, Indilisse. We are on the watch to keep Lady Almighty away from Haldir. He has given us permission because he has tired of her ways."
"I will be sure to keep you filled in on details." Indilisse laughed and sighed happily. It felt like a weight was off her chest now that someone else knew. "I am glad I told someone, albeit someone I do not necessarily trust to keep a secret from his brother. Especially if his older March Warden of a brother threatens him to a long stay on the fences if he does not tell everything he knows."
"You know our dynamics well." Orophin laughed. "But I too am glad you told me, Indilisse. It helps to have friends in high places."
She shook her head, "Aye, it does." ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________
Rúmil caught the glimpse of the elleth running past him in the silver dress, and reached his long arms out to stop her. She slipped past him easily, though, with a maniacal laugh, but sent pleasurable shivers up his back nonetheless. He moved to another tree to try for a better vantage spot, but again she was not impinged by his hands.
All he wanted to do was pin her against a tree so she could not move and so he could successfully explain to her what he felt about her. His body ached to hold and touch her. His fingers itched to run along her smooth skin, to cup her breasts and to hold her against him. His tongue and lips wished to caress her ears and to take a small pink nipple between his teeth. Not that this game of her wishing to be chased did not excite him, but he needed more fulfillment right now. He had waited more than a hundred years to summon the courage to tell Narië how he felt. "Sweet Elbereth... Narië! Please for the love of Manwë, be still so I can catch you!"
And with that, the beautiful elleth stopped suddenly with a wide smile. "I never thought I would hear you beg, Rúmil of Lórien."
"You underestimate your powers, Narië." He said quietly, stalking towards her. At arms length, he let his hands encircle her tiny waist and he forcefully pulled her towards him, causing her to fall into his arms.
She let out a high pitched giggle, "This is how you would have me? Completely rendered useless?"
Rúmil smiled, and leaned closer into her, placing a hand beneath her chin. "Not useless, only in need of my forceful coaxing at times."
Narië raised a brow, "Would you throw me over your shoulder like a drunken human?"
"If the opportunity presented itself, then yes I would." Rúmil let his smile grow wider and lowered his lips to hers. He had not expected anything more than him having to teach her the art of kissing, which he was completely amenable to as he was sure she was a maiden untried, but he was pleasantly surprised when she responded readily and skillfully. She moved her hands from where they were resting on his shoulders, to slowly move around his neck and entwine in his hair. Rúmil pulled back and studied her face, running a finger over her slightly swollen lips, "But you deserve to be treated better than Elbereth herself."
Narië smiled and brushed back a piece of his hair before freeing herself from his grasp. She placed a soft kiss on his mouth, surprised at how easy this actually was. What Indilisse had told her about these acts sounded fabricated, but it truly was not. It was a joyful and easy experience flirting with another, something that would hopefully make her ready for what was to come. Pushing away from Rúmil again, she let her hand travel down one of his tunic-covered arms to his long fingers where she held them for a slight moment, before flashing him a sly smile and moving forward through the trees. Rúmil followed obediently close behind, until she slipped past the opening for the bath house. When she realized he was not following, she went back to him.
"Why do you stop, meleth nin?" Narië said, kissing his chin.
"Why are we going in here?"
She giggled and tugged his arm hard enough that he almost lost his footing. He followed her, placing his large hands upon her hips and holding her close enough that she could feel his excitement. A slight ripple of nervousness washed over her, but once she felt his lips at the base of her neck from behind and one of his hands pushing away her hair, everything seemed absolutely perfect.
"You have not answered me," Rúmil said lowly into her ear, the warmth of his breath caressing the tip of it and her cheek.
Narië pushed away from him again and walked towards the inviting pool of water, a layer of steam rising from its moon-glistened surface. She was stunning under this light. The silvers of her hair were brought out by the stars, and her clear blue eyes reflected the dark pool of water back at him. He had been paying such close attention to her hair, and the perfect structure of her face to realize that she had reached behind her. Narië untied the strings of her flimsy blue gown and it was now falling down her shoulders towards the ground.
She glanced at him and then down shyly at the ground as the rest of the fluid material slipped away, and revealed the elven body rival all elven bodies. Her skin looked so soft, and having never been touched by another, it looked so pure. Narië flicked her hair behind her shoulders, revealing the two perfect breasts, although small, that would fit nicely within his hands.
Rúmil licked his lips, not realizing he had done this until Narië laughed. Unable to think of anything coherent, all he could do was allow his body to do what it wished. He glided over to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close against him. "Thîr vain lín darn thûl nin."
"Guren min gaim lín." She replied quietly, resting against him.
He smiled and lowered his lips to hers, massaging gently at first and then increasing his intensity. Careful to not startle her, he let his tongue sweep out briefly to taste her lips. To his complete and utter delight, she reciprocated the same action, and also moved her hands slowly down his back.
She parted from him for a moment, "You think I have never kissed someone before Rúmil?"
"I would never doubt you." Rúmil replied, still sufficiently in a haze where all he could concentrate on was the suppleness of her body pressed to his still very clothed frame.
As if reading his mind, she removed her hands from his back and brought them to the front of his tunic, and undid the first fastener easily. "This, however, I have not done before."
"Aye." He said, grabbing her hands to stop her for a minute. "I know this is sudden, but if we do this, I do not wish just to have this experience and move on. Narië, meleth nin, I have loved you for the entire age it seems, but the only way I can be sure that I will be able to have you is if I bind myself to you."
Narië paused and looked up at him wide-eyed before speaking, "That is all I have ever wanted, Rúmil, to be your wife."
"I have waited a hundred years for you, Narië." Rúmil replied, placing a quick and affectionate kiss upon her lips. He pulled back and looked deeply into her blue eyes, completely transfixed with their sincerity and deep emotion.
"Why did you wait so long, my Rúmil?" She asked, trailing a finger down along the jutting line of his strong jaw.
"I waited for you, meleth." He said. "I did not want to risk making a move and have you be scared away."
Narië was quiet for a few moments, feeling a gust of cold wind travel around her thighs and up her nude body. "But one hundred years? It is a good thing Indilisse talked me into this."
Rúmil chuckled lightly and kissed her again, only parting the next time a few centimeters from her mouth. "You are spending too much time with her, I fear."
Narië laughed and pushed him away enough to slip form his arms and begin her descent into the water. She completely submerged herself and turned around to look at him. He was watching her so intently and it unnerved her slightly at he was appraising her so readily, but he seemed to enjoy what he saw. Narië giggled again, "You would not keep me waiting in here, now that you have waited a hundred years for me and I have offered myself to you freely?"
He did not need to be asked twice and quickly undid the fasteners on his tunic, sliding it off his shoulders and laying it across a nearby stone with her dress. Rúmil watched her dip beneath the water as he removed his tall boots, returning the smile she gave him when she came back to the surface. The water dripping from her eyelashes landed upon her cheeks and ran down to her chin to coalesce in a larger droplet. Unable to tear his eyes away from her chin, he watched as it fell to her chest and ran down the valley between her breasts. At that most unfortunate point, he felt himself shudder from the eroticism of the droplet, and nearly lost his control over his body.
She sighed and swam backwards, the top half of her body floating easily to the surface as she propelled backwards, exposing her to the night air. Rúmil gazed at her, both of her pink nipples hardening at the onslaught of cool night air in contrast to the deep heat of the pool that they had previously been submerged in. He was so fortunate to be able to have this moment, to give himself completely to one person for the rest of his long life. Oh how he loved his Narië.
He stood and quickly discarded his leggings, dropping carefully into the warm water, letting his body be over taken with the pleasure it gave him. Rúmil moved to her, finding that her eyes were closed in overjoyed revelry, and hated to interrupt whatever was going through her head. She opened her eyes at that moment, affording him another soft smile. He slid an arm under her back, lifting her so that she was standing in the water and pressed close to his bare chest. "Meleth le, Narië."
"And I, you, Rúmil of Lórien," Narië murmured before leaning up to kiss his lips.
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Mellon nin- my friend
Meleth nin- my love
Meleth- love
Meleth le- I love you.
Guren min gaim lín- My heart is in your hands
Thîr vain lín darn thûl nin- Your beautiful face took my breath away
Indilisse glanced at Haldir and glowered at him, not caring if he noticed it or not. He deserved it after what he had said to her. She could not understand him at all. One moment he was a pleasant person to speak with, and she could imagine herself clearly in his arms as he held her and they shared a kiss. However, in the next moment he was audaciously criticizing her or being rude. How could he possibly be so two sided? What was going through his head that made him like this?
She sighed heavily to herself as she took a long drink from her wine goblet. She caught Glorfindel's eyes from across the table and he smiled evilly and winked at her, holding his goblet up slightly to acknowledge her. Indilisse bit her tongue and swallowed hard, placing her cup back on the table, giving him a scathing look. He laughed and turned away to say something to Elrond. It irked her to no end how he could so openly flirt with her, not caring about the elves that they sat with... all of whom knew of their dreadful past. Well, it had not been so dreadful for what she remembered of that night, but in the morning when realization had hit her like an arrow piercing her skin, it had been horrible.
Why was she even across from Glorfindel anyway? It seemed like the fates were against her this evening, starting with the competition, having to face Haldir and award him that ring. Then when she came down to meet the group of high elves for dinner, and had no escort, Galadriel had insisted that she have one. And as if arguing with Galadriel was not bad enough, the Lady had then asked Haldir to be her companion. It was not as if she could refuse the Lady's request and not take Haldir's arm. Not only would it have been most disrespectful to the Lady, but her parents would be appalled with her. As it was she was mortified that she had even rolled her eyes at Galadriel. The Lady would have never asked for anything that would not benefit Indilisse in the future, but had she also foreseen the argument that would escalate between them? Thankfully Orophin had stepped in and taken their attention away from the argument.
Honestly! What was wrong with Haldir?!
Indilisse glanced around and had not realized that the dancing and music had started. Finally an excuse to get away from all of these elves that knew too much about her. She looked towards Narië and Rúmil, finding them in a delightfully happy embrace, swirling around the green grass. Oh how she wished she could have that happy love. The love that could make you weak in the knees so that the other could hold you in a long embrace, making sure you did not fall.
She felt light fingers tap her shoulder and she turned to glance into the bright blue eyes of a golden-haired he-elf. "Luinil, what a pleasure to see you."
He smiled warmly. They had met when Haldir had shown her around the city, and then a few more times when they happened to be in the Lord and Lady's library at the same time. "Fair Indilisse, it would be a great pleasure of mine if I could have one dance with you."
"One dance." Indilisse giggled, "I believe I will be able to accept your invitation."
Luinil held his hand out for her to take, and helped her out of her seat. She linked her arm with his and started out to the dance with him, glancing quickly over her shoulder towards Haldir to see his chagrined expression at his closest friend leading her away. Indilisse shook her head, turning back to Luinil.
"Did you enjoy the competition today, Indilisse?" Luinil asked, pulling her close to him.
"Aye, very much." Indilisse replied, "But I would have liked to see a competition for elleths."
Luinil chuckled, moving them into the sway of the dance with his left foot. "I would agree that we need one. Except you would have won swordplay, just as Haldir."
She sighed unconsciously, her mind again traveling to the infuriating March Warden. "I would not mind."
He nodded and looked deep into her eyes for a moment, "Do you know that when I said his name that your eyes lit up like the stars?"
"I doubt that." Indilisse replied. She glanced away from his unnerving stare, trying to hide the blush that was readily forming on her cheeks and ears.
"Tell me, Indilisse, and I beg of you to let it be the truth." Luinil said. "Are you in love with Elladan?"
She looked at him surprised, "Who told you about Elladan?"
"A little bird." Luinil smiled, "Named Haldir."
Indilisse shook her head, "How did he find out?"
He glanced down at her, "Maybe I should not tell you for he may not want you to know."
"Tell me now Luinil, or I will forever exacerbate your black heart in my manuscript for the rest of time." She looked at him, unflinching and completely serious.
"He heard you and Elladan in the garden." Luinil said, "Two days ago."
"Oh Elbereth." She let out an exasperated breath, hanging her head and shaking it. "Neither Elladan or I sensed him close."
He was quiet for a few moments, "He could have heard you two leagues off if he wanted to."
"True," Indilisse nodded. "And why would you or Haldir care if I was in love with Elladan?"
"Only to know for future reference." Luinil said.
"Well, you can tell him yourself, Luinil, that I said it is none of his business." Indilisse replied firmly.
Luinil raised a questioning brow, "None whatsoever? Even if he is a friend?"
"None." She said, biting her tongue to keep herself quiet and not continue saying anything she might regret. "Why are you even questioning me like this?"
"I do this for a friend, though he did not know my intentions when I asked you to dance." Luinil stopped moving and looked down at her, "He was curious to find out if he should congratulate Elladan for your shared love."
Indilisse felt herself soften right at that moment, "Maybe if he was more polite, I would be so inclined to speak with him on the matter. As you will undoubtedly go to tell him this, you must make sure to relay this message perfectly as he seems to misconstrue everything that I say."
He laughed heartily at that and backed away, "I will, fair maiden, but for now I will leave you in the arms of Orophin."
"Not you as well." Indilisse grumbled.
"You promised me a dance at the Fall Harvest, mellon." Orophin reminded as they watched Luinil disappear into the crowd of inebriated elves. "And I promise I will not mention one thing about the March Warden."
"I thank you for your discretion." She said and let him pull her into his arms.
He smiled, "I, however, must ask if you have seen Rúmil or Narië."
"When I first came here with Luinil, I saw Rúmil whisking her about." Indilisse said. "I have not been dancing that long with Luinil, have I?"
"Nay, only two songs." Orophin replied, "But they must have made a quick escape."
"They deserve it; they have waited long enough. I just hope Rúmil does not get too, how shall I say, enthusiastic, with her." She giggled and glanced up at him, "Narië would wilt like a flower if he spoke to her half as waywardly as he does me."
Orophin laughed with her, "I agree, but the way he speaks of her is like honey upon his mouth."
Indilisse relaxed into him, "I hope they love forever."
"They will." Orophin said, "And do you not wish that for yourself?"
She felt her head grow dizzy with the continuous circles they were moving and she sighed, "I thought we would not speak of Haldir?"
Orophin paused just long enough to throw them off the beat. "I was not speaking of Haldir."
Indilisse stiffened, and pulled back realizing the monumental slip she had made. She saw the twinkle in his eyes as he moved them back into the dance. All she could think to reply with was a measly, "Oh."
"I will not tell him, Indilisse." Orophin smiled, "That you thought of him when I suggested loving someone forever."
"Orophin, I..." She trailed off. There was no reason to deny it now, as she was sure her face gave her away and that Orophin would easily be able to separate truth from fabrication.
"Do you love my brother, mellon nin?" Orophin asked. She could not distinguish if he was amused or remained purely attentive to her from his cheery voice.
Indilisse inhaled deeply and held her breathe for a long while before letting it back out her nose. "I... I do not know how to answer that..."
"It is simple, Indilisse." Orophin said, "Answer it with an aye or a nay."
"But after today, I do not know for sure..." She said again.
Orophin smiled, and placed a few fingers beneath her chin, "If you do not give me an answer, I will kiss you and then we will cause an uproar."
"You would not dare do that!" She exclaimed, batting away his hand.
"Wouldn't I?" He gave her an evil glare and leaned into her, his breath passing her lips as if he were going to kiss her, but he then only rested his cheek upon hers. Orophin whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling it and making her shiver slightly. "Answer me or I will follow through with my threat next time."
"Aye, I do." Indilisse said. "And it is no fair that you are using my information-drawing methods against me."
Orophin's lips twisted into a gleeful smile, "So tell me, sweetling, how long have you loved my brother?"
She paused, "Since the moment my father placed me in his arms. But it is different now, and I find it odd that we have spent so little time together, but yet I am so in love with him."
"That is just it, Indilisse." Orophin said, "When you know, you know."
"Orophin, you are very wise for your years." She smiled.
"I know, you do not have to tell me." He chuckled, "But now we must devise a plan for you to tell Haldir."
"I cannot tell him." Indilisse cried, "And neither can you, Orophin. You are the only one that knows of this. Not even Narië knows of it."
Orophin cleared his throat and looked up at the high table, "I think the Lady also had a hand in it, or she would not have had you present Haldir with a ring, and then have him escort you to the meal."
Indilisse nodded, "I fear you are right."
"But I still think Haldir should know." He said.
"No. If and when I feel like it is the right time, I will tell him." Indilisse said, "And I do not wish for yours or Rúmil's help in this matter. Whenever you two carry out a plan it always turns bad. I mean, we would not want Nindë ending back up in Haldir's arms, now would we?"
He shook his head vehemently, "No we do not. That is the last thing we want with that vile, detestable, depraved elleth. Which reminds me, Indilisse. We are on the watch to keep Lady Almighty away from Haldir. He has given us permission because he has tired of her ways."
"I will be sure to keep you filled in on details." Indilisse laughed and sighed happily. It felt like a weight was off her chest now that someone else knew. "I am glad I told someone, albeit someone I do not necessarily trust to keep a secret from his brother. Especially if his older March Warden of a brother threatens him to a long stay on the fences if he does not tell everything he knows."
"You know our dynamics well." Orophin laughed. "But I too am glad you told me, Indilisse. It helps to have friends in high places."
She shook her head, "Aye, it does." ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________
Rúmil caught the glimpse of the elleth running past him in the silver dress, and reached his long arms out to stop her. She slipped past him easily, though, with a maniacal laugh, but sent pleasurable shivers up his back nonetheless. He moved to another tree to try for a better vantage spot, but again she was not impinged by his hands.
All he wanted to do was pin her against a tree so she could not move and so he could successfully explain to her what he felt about her. His body ached to hold and touch her. His fingers itched to run along her smooth skin, to cup her breasts and to hold her against him. His tongue and lips wished to caress her ears and to take a small pink nipple between his teeth. Not that this game of her wishing to be chased did not excite him, but he needed more fulfillment right now. He had waited more than a hundred years to summon the courage to tell Narië how he felt. "Sweet Elbereth... Narië! Please for the love of Manwë, be still so I can catch you!"
And with that, the beautiful elleth stopped suddenly with a wide smile. "I never thought I would hear you beg, Rúmil of Lórien."
"You underestimate your powers, Narië." He said quietly, stalking towards her. At arms length, he let his hands encircle her tiny waist and he forcefully pulled her towards him, causing her to fall into his arms.
She let out a high pitched giggle, "This is how you would have me? Completely rendered useless?"
Rúmil smiled, and leaned closer into her, placing a hand beneath her chin. "Not useless, only in need of my forceful coaxing at times."
Narië raised a brow, "Would you throw me over your shoulder like a drunken human?"
"If the opportunity presented itself, then yes I would." Rúmil let his smile grow wider and lowered his lips to hers. He had not expected anything more than him having to teach her the art of kissing, which he was completely amenable to as he was sure she was a maiden untried, but he was pleasantly surprised when she responded readily and skillfully. She moved her hands from where they were resting on his shoulders, to slowly move around his neck and entwine in his hair. Rúmil pulled back and studied her face, running a finger over her slightly swollen lips, "But you deserve to be treated better than Elbereth herself."
Narië smiled and brushed back a piece of his hair before freeing herself from his grasp. She placed a soft kiss on his mouth, surprised at how easy this actually was. What Indilisse had told her about these acts sounded fabricated, but it truly was not. It was a joyful and easy experience flirting with another, something that would hopefully make her ready for what was to come. Pushing away from Rúmil again, she let her hand travel down one of his tunic-covered arms to his long fingers where she held them for a slight moment, before flashing him a sly smile and moving forward through the trees. Rúmil followed obediently close behind, until she slipped past the opening for the bath house. When she realized he was not following, she went back to him.
"Why do you stop, meleth nin?" Narië said, kissing his chin.
"Why are we going in here?"
She giggled and tugged his arm hard enough that he almost lost his footing. He followed her, placing his large hands upon her hips and holding her close enough that she could feel his excitement. A slight ripple of nervousness washed over her, but once she felt his lips at the base of her neck from behind and one of his hands pushing away her hair, everything seemed absolutely perfect.
"You have not answered me," Rúmil said lowly into her ear, the warmth of his breath caressing the tip of it and her cheek.
Narië pushed away from him again and walked towards the inviting pool of water, a layer of steam rising from its moon-glistened surface. She was stunning under this light. The silvers of her hair were brought out by the stars, and her clear blue eyes reflected the dark pool of water back at him. He had been paying such close attention to her hair, and the perfect structure of her face to realize that she had reached behind her. Narië untied the strings of her flimsy blue gown and it was now falling down her shoulders towards the ground.
She glanced at him and then down shyly at the ground as the rest of the fluid material slipped away, and revealed the elven body rival all elven bodies. Her skin looked so soft, and having never been touched by another, it looked so pure. Narië flicked her hair behind her shoulders, revealing the two perfect breasts, although small, that would fit nicely within his hands.
Rúmil licked his lips, not realizing he had done this until Narië laughed. Unable to think of anything coherent, all he could do was allow his body to do what it wished. He glided over to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close against him. "Thîr vain lín darn thûl nin."
"Guren min gaim lín." She replied quietly, resting against him.
He smiled and lowered his lips to hers, massaging gently at first and then increasing his intensity. Careful to not startle her, he let his tongue sweep out briefly to taste her lips. To his complete and utter delight, she reciprocated the same action, and also moved her hands slowly down his back.
She parted from him for a moment, "You think I have never kissed someone before Rúmil?"
"I would never doubt you." Rúmil replied, still sufficiently in a haze where all he could concentrate on was the suppleness of her body pressed to his still very clothed frame.
As if reading his mind, she removed her hands from his back and brought them to the front of his tunic, and undid the first fastener easily. "This, however, I have not done before."
"Aye." He said, grabbing her hands to stop her for a minute. "I know this is sudden, but if we do this, I do not wish just to have this experience and move on. Narië, meleth nin, I have loved you for the entire age it seems, but the only way I can be sure that I will be able to have you is if I bind myself to you."
Narië paused and looked up at him wide-eyed before speaking, "That is all I have ever wanted, Rúmil, to be your wife."
"I have waited a hundred years for you, Narië." Rúmil replied, placing a quick and affectionate kiss upon her lips. He pulled back and looked deeply into her blue eyes, completely transfixed with their sincerity and deep emotion.
"Why did you wait so long, my Rúmil?" She asked, trailing a finger down along the jutting line of his strong jaw.
"I waited for you, meleth." He said. "I did not want to risk making a move and have you be scared away."
Narië was quiet for a few moments, feeling a gust of cold wind travel around her thighs and up her nude body. "But one hundred years? It is a good thing Indilisse talked me into this."
Rúmil chuckled lightly and kissed her again, only parting the next time a few centimeters from her mouth. "You are spending too much time with her, I fear."
Narië laughed and pushed him away enough to slip form his arms and begin her descent into the water. She completely submerged herself and turned around to look at him. He was watching her so intently and it unnerved her slightly at he was appraising her so readily, but he seemed to enjoy what he saw. Narië giggled again, "You would not keep me waiting in here, now that you have waited a hundred years for me and I have offered myself to you freely?"
He did not need to be asked twice and quickly undid the fasteners on his tunic, sliding it off his shoulders and laying it across a nearby stone with her dress. Rúmil watched her dip beneath the water as he removed his tall boots, returning the smile she gave him when she came back to the surface. The water dripping from her eyelashes landed upon her cheeks and ran down to her chin to coalesce in a larger droplet. Unable to tear his eyes away from her chin, he watched as it fell to her chest and ran down the valley between her breasts. At that most unfortunate point, he felt himself shudder from the eroticism of the droplet, and nearly lost his control over his body.
She sighed and swam backwards, the top half of her body floating easily to the surface as she propelled backwards, exposing her to the night air. Rúmil gazed at her, both of her pink nipples hardening at the onslaught of cool night air in contrast to the deep heat of the pool that they had previously been submerged in. He was so fortunate to be able to have this moment, to give himself completely to one person for the rest of his long life. Oh how he loved his Narië.
He stood and quickly discarded his leggings, dropping carefully into the warm water, letting his body be over taken with the pleasure it gave him. Rúmil moved to her, finding that her eyes were closed in overjoyed revelry, and hated to interrupt whatever was going through her head. She opened her eyes at that moment, affording him another soft smile. He slid an arm under her back, lifting her so that she was standing in the water and pressed close to his bare chest. "Meleth le, Narië."
"And I, you, Rúmil of Lórien," Narië murmured before leaning up to kiss his lips.
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Mellon nin- my friend
Meleth nin- my love
Meleth- love
Meleth le- I love you.
Guren min gaim lín- My heart is in your hands
Thîr vain lín darn thûl nin- Your beautiful face took my breath away