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The cottage in the Forest	By : Aearwen Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The cottage in the Forest
- 2-Chapter 2
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Before dawn I had gone down to the stables. Duath greeted me as usual with a snort and an instant digging of his hoof on the shaving covered wood floor as soon as I opened the door to his box. I patted him on the neck and pulled on a strand of his long mane.
His fur is black, silky and shiny. He has a tiny white star on his forehead; his left pastern is white and has a white stocking on the right front leg. His mane and tail is braided each night as I hate nothing more than to comb all the shavings out of it. But due to the tremendous length of his mane and tale, they would get matted and this I hate even more.
I have had my horse for ages. Ever since I still lived in Nan Elmoth and Master E�l brought two stallions home from the annual horse market in Doriath. Maeglin and I were young then and about to reach manhood and so those horse brothers were given to us as a gift at the entry of adulthood, though both horses were considered mad.
Morion, Maeglin�s horse was black without a single white hair and feared his own shadow. That was the reason why the horse was constantly upset. And Duath was deaf and therefore easily spooked. We never told anyone about these things, but we gained the trust of those two horses and no one else ever rode them.
In the long hallway, I unbraided his mane and tail and then started to dress him. Curiously he looked at each item I brought and sniffed. He nibbled on my tunic and when I wanted to take the saddle he grabbed the belt and threw it down. He has always done that. I sighed and after the blanket was put on, the saddle landed on Duath�s back. Instantly the horse inhaled as much as he could. Ages ago I found that ignoring him helped. I never liked the technique of hitting my knee into the ribs of the horse to make him exhale. Rather I always tightened the belt once I was on his back.
I know the younger elves, especially those from Eryn Lasgalen, ride without bridle and saddle. But I was born in the first age and when the Noldor brought their tremendous horses some of us took over many of their customs.
Down the hall, I could see that Rumil had entered the stables to meet me. He preferred to walk, as did most of Lorien�s wardens, but we had agreed to stay two nights out in the old hunting cottage. He wanted me to dance to the music of his lute, so he would be inspired to write poetry. Rumil called my dancing �poetry in motion� and through I heard many compliments about my dancing abilities and I still enjoyed new compliments such as the one Rumil paid me.
So, I offered Rumil the spot in front of me on the horse. Duath is big and tall and two elves is nothing for him. Rumil moved down the hall, still looking a little sleepy, to meet me. In one hand he held a pouch with extra garments, some food for the ride and some ink and parchment. In the other hand he held a leather bag containing his lute.
�Well, Lith�nion, I am on time. But while I feel terrible and tired and I am simply a mess, you look as if you have already had a bathe, a massage and all kinds of perfect treatment.� I smiled and cupped his face, bent my head a little to the side and breathed a kiss over his lips.
�Indeed I have been up for a while. And I guess, you could say, I really enjoyed all those treatments.� I winked at him and turned to give him a hand climbing onto my horse and I fixed his lute to the saddle. From the corner of my eye I saw him touching his lips. I smiled as I sat behind him and let the horse walk out. Rumil obviously had expected to receive the regular warrior greeting. An ancient procedure among those that are of equal rank, is called a warrior�s greeting. It is a firm kiss on the lips.
I would not kiss anyone below me, not even on the cheek, even if courtesy bid me so. My lips touch who I want and the way I want. I kiss Elrond�s hand, because I have to. As for Thranduil, I served many years for him as scout, later as his dancer and often I performed in private for him, only for him. Him, I kiss him differently. I kiss Saelbadhor on the lips, firm and hard, showing him the respect that he deserves as my former captain. And I let my mouth feather over the lips of others, if I feel some kind of closeness or desire for them.
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Ten hours on horseback without a break and without giving Duath time to breathe, brought us to the place I had chosen. I had no worries about hurting my horse with my treatment. Our horses are not comparable to the low quality breeds that graze now on the meadows of the mortals.
We did not speak a lot while we travelled. Instead we enjoyed the beauty of the changing landscape around us. Several times I got distracted and had to remind myself that I once had been considered a tremendous scout. How can I not be distracted with Rumil in front of me? His scent, his hair, the warmth of his body, the tense muscles that pressed against my body, distracted me constantly.
Once before I had been alone with Rumil, when I close my eyes I can remember the night well, even with the many lovers who have since shared my bed. It had been a cold night, we had come from Eryn Lasgalen and the young elf, with his brothers, met us at the borders. We decided for well-being�s sake to stay all together in the barracks that normally housed us, who served the king.
That night, I chose Rumil as a cot mate. When out on the road, travellers take a cot mate to stay warm and so everyone sleeps well without any having to rest on the cold stone or mud floor. Rumil had been in his early seventies, if even that old. He was slim and had the prettiest turned up nose. He had beautiful eyes and endless long and slender well-muscled legs. I went to bed early that night and so did he. We talked for a while but quickly succumbed to sleep.
But in the middle of the night, we both woke up, and quietly without waking any of the others, I taught him the miracles and secrets of bodily love. I knew there was pain as he had never had been with an ellon (or elleth) before, however not a sound came from his lips. I held him tightly for the rest of the night and never forgot him.
But time passes and he and I went different ways, that night never being repeated. I changed from scouting to full time dancing at the court and he wandered near and far with his brothers. But we ran into each other not long ago, here in Imladris, where we all were waiting for the signal of departure. The moment we longed for since we were born, the one journey every wood-elf dreams off was near. We were waiting to sail west.
Shortly before Arien started to paint the skies red or golden, Rumil and I arrived at the cottage. He had told me, he wanted to see me dance once under the full moon and I was to grant him his wish. I had packed two dancing outfits. One, nearly transparent, was white with mithril threads woven into it, was the one I would wear under the moon. And for his second request I had taken a green tunic and matching breeches and soft boots. This I would wear on the glade in at dawn or late morning.
After I had taken care of Duath, Rumil called from the cottage. He started a small fire and reviewed our provisions. Not satisfied with what he saw, he set out and quickly, like only those elves from Lorien are, had caught a partridge and had prepared it for us. I love the taste of that kind of foul.
We were still sitting in the small room that served as kitchen, bedroom and living room. It could house up to 6 elves or one family during hunting season. It was lovely. There was a small creek fed pond right next to it and threw a larch wood pipe, water was led into the building and left it through another pipe. Together we cleaned the two wooden bowls we had used. I swiped the bread crumbs from the rough wooden table into my hand and calling to the birds, I told them to come by and take care of the crumbs.
�I think, I am in need for a refreshing bath after this long ride and before the moon shines on us,� Rumil announced and left me in the room. I had only nodded. I too needed a bath urgently, but I would let him do so first. I did not know how comfortable he would be if I joined him right away. But I stepped to the window and secretly I watched him slowly undress. He pulled his tunic off and laid it down next to his boots. He shed his breeches and I gasped over the view of his beautiful, flawless backside. He had suffered some injuries in the past and I saw one or two scars on his thighs. He pulled his loin cloth off and dived into the dark but clear water of the pond. I had to turn away
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