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(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 7 Tyavien (Feeling)
The kwentra laughed at a comment made by Glorfindel. It was good to be in Rivendell and see her old friends again. She noticed that one of Elrond's guests was staring at her intently. She turned to the elf and gave him a smile while blushing furiously. Elrond noticed this and teasingly said to Glorfindel "Looks like things around here never change, do they my friend?" The kwentra blushed even more, making the older elves laugh.
She excused herself as soon as the meal was over, she needed to go to her story telling spot. Before leaving she turned around. "I hope to see you at the hall of Fire."
Elrond smiled at her. "You know we would never miss it."
The kwentra approached the group that was arriving to her little corner, smiling to the group of hobbits that regularly sat right in front of her. "I hope you will forgive me Master Baggins, but I was told to cut tonight's story short, as many of you have a long day ahead tomorrow."
Frodo smiled back at her. "Thank you. I would really hate to miss any part of your story."
Giving him a gracious nod as a thank you, the kwentra sat in a comfortable position, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths, as if she was in deep meditation. She opened her eyes, but her gaze was lost to something only she could see, her voice like magic gathering her audience, pulling them once more into the story.
"Breathing heavily, Vanim looked around her bed, realizing it had only been a dream. Looking outside her window, she saw that the new day was about to start as dawn approached. She got up, she might as well start her day now.
Days passed, and Vanim and Lord Feuyaer established a routine. They would take their meals together, conversing about everything. Vanim would do her chores, attending her master, and once she had finished for the day she retired to the library.
One day she was so focused in reading a map with books all over the place she never noticed anyone behind her. A very familiar voice shook her out of her reverie.
"Vanim, where are we? This is not Rivendell."
Surprised, she turned around to find Fedriel looking at her confused, as he didn't know where he was. Smiling at him, she took his hands and directed him to the seat next to hers.
"I have been looking over at different maps trying to find where are you, but so far nothing. Is there anything else you can remember?"
Fedriel shook his head. "No. Only darkness, that is all I remember. It is so difficult lately to pull out into the light, but your promise made me want to come back. I had to see you again, Vanim."
Tears forming in her eyes, Vanim gave him a sad smile. "I am here now. Please don't lose hope."
Fedriel gave a sigh. "I won't, for I know now you are with me. I will find a way to go back to you, I promise."
Fedriel looked around him once more. "Where are we? I don't recall Imladris having a library like this."
Vanim shook her head. "No, I don't live there anymore, Fedriel. I serve Lord Feuayer in Ereb Nost."
Fedriel frowned as he recognized the name. "Ereb Nost? But I thought it had been deserted long ago."
"It was. But for the past hundred years it has been put back in use, as orcs have renewed their attacks." Vanim stepped to a window, looking outside. "It is beautiful, though we live in isolation."
Fedriel stepped behind her, taking a lock of her hair between his fingers and placing it behind her ear, whispering into it. "But not as beautiful as you."
Shivers went down her spine as she heard his words. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt warm kisses trail from her ear to her neck, his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Fedriel, what are you doing?"
A throaty chuckle was his response as he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his body close to hers, fitting perfectly, as if they were meant for each other all along. She could feel his warm breath on her ear once more. "I have to go now, Vanim."
He put his hands on her shoulders once more, shaking her gently. "Vanim, wake up. Vanim, Vanim…"
She could still hear Fedriel calling her name, but his voice had changed somewhat. He was telling her to wake up? Her eyes fluttering open, she looked around in confusion, realizing someone was shaking her awake.
Putting her hand in front of her mouth stifling a yawn, Vanim recognized who had awakened her. "I am sorry milord. Looks like I fell asleep without realizing it."
All she heard was an amused laugh coming from her master. "No harm done, Vanim. But I am curious, why all the maps and books?"
Not wanting to tell him a lie or the whole truth either she decided for a half truth. "There is a friend who is by the mountains. He never said where, so I was trying to see if I could figure out where he might be."
Lord Feuyaer nodded in understanding. "But now you have fallen asleep in a very awkward position, and I bet your back is going to let you know as soon as you get out of that chair."
Straightening, Vanim winced when she realized what he said was true.
Seeing her wince, he decided he could do something for her. "Now stay seated and relax. I learned this a while ago, and your back will feel much better."
She nodded and he stood once more behind her. Putting his hands on her shoulders, Vanim felt herself tense under his touch. "Relax, I won't hurt you."
Surprisingly for Vanim, his hands were like a caress as they traveled from the shoulders up to the sides of her neck. As his thumbs massaged the base of her skull, she closed her eyes, feeling her body start to relax.
As his hands slowly worked their way down, she was shocked as she realized she was enjoying this. His skilled hands working on her knots felt heavenly as the delicate and sinuous movements brought feelings she never had before. She could feel her skin burning under his touch, his movements leaving a permanent trail on her over sensitized nerves.
His hands continued his work on her, Vanim finding pleasure at his touch. She never noticed when his movements turned slower, more sensuous. Still with her eyes closed, her nerves were focused on the wonderful hands on her skin. She opened her eyes as she felt cold, her skin missing the warmth of his hands on her, movement ceasing.
She suppressed a protesting moan escaping her throat at the feel of loss just in time. She felt his fingers caress her hair once more, before finally retreating.
"How you feel now?"
"Much better, milord." Vanim found that the pain in fact had disappeared. Instead all she felt was confusion of these new feelings that just surfaced, as she didn't understand where they came from.
She never thought a simple touch could arise such feelings in her. She shook her head in admonishment. What was she thinking? He is her master, and besides, what of Fedriel?
This last thought snapped her back into reality. Taking the books to return them to their original place, Vanim stood. "It is late, I will retire for the night. Goodnight, milord."
Before she could escape, Lord Feuyaer blocked her way. "Vanim, I would like it if you would consider me your friend, not just your master. If there is something bothering you, please let me know."
She nodded and went to bed, eyes wide open, still confused about the day's events. She knew she loved Fedriel, but then how it was possible to have such intense feelings with just a touch? Vanim was still trying to figure out the confusing thoughts in her head when sleep claimed her."
The kwentra silenced once more. As promised, she had cut the night short, so her audience could have a good night's rest for tomorrow, as it portended to be an important day.
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