Prologue
It was a beautiful night to fall in love. The stars were bright overhead and the flowers had just begun to droop and close their petals to sleep. Laughter filled the air like the wine into glasses, an intoxicating draught inducing the fair sound from the lithe beings. People, beautiful, graceful, long-limbed natives danced away, gaily laughing and merrily speaking, their voices a music unto themselves. Yet one Elf stood apart.
The gayness and merriment seemed lost on him by the looks of his solemn face. Gray eyes never ceased their avid following, even as his prey darted in and out of the dancers with nimble steps. An auburn haired Elf ambled to stand beside him, taking a drink from the glass of wine he held and looking about for a moment.
" He knows you watch her, Findekáno."
The dark haired Elf did not turn his head, his eyes intent on the silver lady. He clasped his hands behind his back before speaking.
" Leave me be, Maitimo."
Maitimo shrugged, taking another sip of his wine.
" Be careful, Findekáno. His sword is sharp and he suffers no fools to touch her."
Findekáno's lips lifted in a slight, crafty smile and he glanced at his friend.
" I am no fool."
He turned his head back, eyes seeking her out again.
My lady…
His eyes caught the silver lady's just as his mind did. Her sure dancing feet faltered for a moment before she nonchalantly turned her path towards them. Her pale cheeks flushed prettily as she approached them. She glanced over her shoulder, before speaking.
" Findekáno." She breathed, extending her hands. "Dance with me?"
" Not here." Findekáno still took her hands, mesmerized by her presence.
Maitimo clutched Findekáno's arm, pulling him away from her for a moment.
" You are treading dangerous-" The silver lady's laughter cut Maitimo off.
She placed a hand on his arm.
" Maitimo, go enjoy yourself. Your friend is in able hands."
Maitimo glanced at Findekáno. Findekáno just clasped his friend's shoulder.
" Keep an eye on him for me? If he follows immediately, distract him." Findekáno muttered.
Maitimo' eyes darkened.
" You mean to…" He trailed off. "Go. You are lucky I am your friend."
Findekáno sent him a charming grin.
" Of course."
Maitimo smiled, lifting his wine glass to them pleasantly. He inclined his head to the lady before meandering into the crowd. Findekáno sent her a small smile as they glanced around and then slipped into the forest, unseen.
The looks and flirtation had fluttered between them for weeks. Her fingers danced teasingly up his arm once they were a safe distance from the festival. He glanced down at her questioningly.
" Well? Are you going to kiss me? I see the want in your eye-" The rest of her words were lost in his mouth.
His hands cupped her face as his lips delved into hers. She responded just as greedily, hands finding clothes fastening and quickly undoing them. Findekáno pulled back slightly, searching her eyes.
" He will come looking for me soon." She whispered.
Findekáno nodded, beginning to carefully unlace her virgin white dress. He would suffer no taint on her upstanding reputation.
They both soon stood bare and naked. Silent they were one moment, the next ardently kissing and pressing against each other in the soft grasses. He nipped at her neck, careful not to leave a lasting mark. His hands wandered over her soft flesh, wishing, wanting all of it. Her hands found his arousal. His head lolled back a bit, gasping at her ministrations. She smiled before wrapping her long legs around his thin waist.
" Tula, herunya (Come, my lord)." She whispered.
Findekáno paused before positioning himself at her entrance. He gently moved into her until she finally pulled him in with her legs, impatient.
" I am no whimpering maiden, Findekáno." She hissed.
He thrust roughly in response watching a deluge of pleasure wash over her beautiful silver face. He continued, his thrusts erratic, leading them both to a tingling climax. Findekáno buried his face into her neck, biting his lip to keep quiet as sensations overtook them. He filled her with his seed and rested against her tiredly before rolling off to the side and taking her with him.
His fingers traced her face lovingly, his hand trembling ever so slightly.
"I-"
She sat up.
" They are coming."
The two grabbed their clothing, dressing silently. Findekáno kissed her gently.
" I love you." He whispered.
Her eyes softened before she shook her head.
" Please, Findekáno. Do not make this hard."
He caressed her cheek.
" You do not love me?"
She looked away, a tear falling down her cheek as she shook her head.
" No."
Findekáno kissed her forehead, sending her a hopeful smile.
" Your eyes contradict your words."
He disappeared into the forest, straightening his under shirt, while carrying his ornate tunic in a ball under his arm.
She realized with a start that he had left his princely circlet. He'd taken it off when they had undressed. She picked it up but dared not to call out his name, lest someone hear and find her dressed in only a thin shift. She quickly hid it in the balled up dress, walking towards a lake nearby. She dove into the water, ridding her body of Findekáno's essence. She surfaced just as a golden haired Elf sat on a rock nearby.
" Where is Findekáno? You did not bring him with you to swim, did you, Eärwen?"
Eärwen, wife of Finarfin, laughed merrily, soothing her husband's suspicions.
" Arafinwë, my love, you are a tease! I would bring my dearest nephew with me while I swim like this? Where is your mind?"
Arafinwë just shrugged slowly untying his boots. Eärwen walked towards him, sensuality exuding from her every pore.
" Join me, my love?"
Maitimo knew he was beside him before he even spoke.
" Enjoying yourself?" Findekáno asked, nonchalantly straightening his collar.
Maitimo glanced at him and then paused. There was no mistaking the leaf clinging to his friend's hair, nor the silent satiation glowing upon the Elf.
" Findekáno." Maitimo glanced around before hissing disdainfully. "You gave yourself to her?"
Findekáno's eyes darkened as he took a flute of wine. He took a sip, waiting for a group of elves to move on before speaking.
" How-"
Maitimo pointed at his friend's head.
" You lost your circlet."
Findekáno groaned softly, swirling around the wine in his glass.
"You have me." He sighed.
Maitimo shook his head.
" I will not lecture you. I just hope for your sake that Arafinwë never finds out."
Findekáno shook his head.
"He will not."
AN: Characters:
Quenya-Sindarin (lineage)
Findekáno- Fingon (son of Fingolfin)
Maitimo- Maedhros (son of Fëanor)Arafinwë-Finarfin (brother of Fëanor and Fingolfin)
Eärwen (wife of Finarfin)