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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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Night came early and I changed into my white dancing garment.
Long ago I owned a similar one, but when I performed for the king he grabbed me and ruined the garment. I reminded him repeatedly that those outfits, where made of a silk-like fabric with a texture similar to a cobweb and any rough handling destroyed them. Soon afterwards I found a new one, packed in a nice parchment parcel on the door step to my chambers. There was a note beside it and recognizing the handwriting, I prepared myself as ordered and went to perform for a very private audience.
I wanted no shoes this night. I was planning on dancing on a glade, next to this large lake which mirrored the full moon. First of all my feet would not disturb the grass beneath them and secondly, how odd it would look to wear boots with a long, transparent tunic and a tiny loincloth.
Rumil took his place a little in the distance and he tuned his lute while I slowly warmed up my muscles. We had not talked about the songs he had chosen to play so I would let myself by carried away by the music. I knew that he wanted to be inspired to write poetry again.
He stroked the strings for the first time and I closed my eyes to let the sound of this lovely instrument sink into my heart. Within moments he played a lovely melody which fitted the surrounding, the moonlight, the lake and I floated over the grass. Giving myself up, surrendering my body and soul to the music, I moved as if in trance. Rumil played his lute and sometimes he accompanied his instrument with his voice and created a new text to an old melody.
I did not realize that at some point he stopped playing. He caught me around the waist on the edge of the glade where I had strayed. The wrinkling sound of the garment brought me back to my senses.
He had his hands on my narrow hips and his eyes were locked on mine. I brushed a strand of my own hair out of my face and tilting my head I smiled at him. Rumil swallowed hard. I placed a hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding with extreme speed. He opened his mouth to say something, to break the odd silence, but I sealed his lips with mine, kissing him gently. It was a short kiss, though passionate, a soft stroke with my tongue. And before it had started it was already over and I wiggled myself quickly out of his arms.
Playfully I ran over the glade back to the cottage. When I reached the door, the first sun beams touched the pond and gave the dark water a golden glow and I was stunned by the beauty. But I turned, after saving the image of the pond forever into my mind, and entered the small building. As I splashed fresh and cool water on my face and washed my hands, I realized how tired I was.
Not that I was lacking on stamina. But I had had only little sleep in the past days with entertaining the elves that were waiting with us in Imladris, the long ride here and now I had danced through the whole night. By the time that Rumil entered the cottage, I had changed into a sleep tunic and informed him that I was going to rest right away. I begged him to wake me before noon if he was up already himself.
I do not remember if I said another word, to bid him good night or better said good morning. After pulling the soft pelts over me, I fell into sleep.
The sweet scent of fresh roasted nuts, honey, toasted rye bread that travelled to my bed woke me; however I did not open my eyes. Rumil moved quietly around and I rolled to the side one more time when I heard him cracking the shells of tiny eggs and the sizzling of fat in a pan over the fire. Either he had not gone to sleep at all or he had gotten up quite early to have already raided some bird nests.
A tender touch on my chestnut brown hair and kiss on my brow, as well as the steam out of a cup made me sigh, forcing me to finally open my eyes. Rumil sat on the rim of my bed. An earthen goblet in his hands contained a morning drink many of us elves love. Very simply it is malted barley that is roasted and mixed with fermented dandelion roots. Then boiling water is poured over it and after several minutes we drink it. Some like it with honey and milk, some plain. I am one of the latter.
�You slept late. But I could not force myself to wake you up so soon. You were resting so peacefully.�
Of course I slept peaceful, I was half dead. I took the goblet from Rumil�s hands and sipped several times. Then I got up and followed him to the rough wooden table and sat down next to him. As if we had always been together he placed the eggs on my plate and put a piece of bread beside it. He filled a bowl with roasted nuts and poured curded sheep�s milk over it. He even spread the butter on my bread. Surprised, I let him do. I had been a long time since I had been spoiled that way.
�I could not sleep Lith�nion. In the dawn after you danced so wonderfully, I was inspired. I sat out there, under the big willow at the bank of the pond. My fingers could barely hold the quill. I had the ink jar between my knees, spilling it of course,� he jumped up from his chair and brought several parchment sheets and a large roll. He started to read to me. I sipped from my goblet and I was impressed. At some point I leaned back in my chair and simply enjoyed. It was amazing. How had he put the feelings into words? He not only wrote poems, but also ballads. It was go magnificent that even today I have no words to describe it.
His hand rested on my left and he pulled it to his lips. Even barely touching my skin, he electrified me as he feathered a kiss over it. I inhaled, not knowing how to react. When our eyes locked, I could see his longing, I felt how he was shivering. I cupped his cheek and stroked the side with my thumb. Slowly I pulled him closer, keeping my eyes on his. When our lips met, he flung his arms around my neck and desperately kissed me. And I answered him.
I would lie, if I said, that I had not had it in mind to kiss him sooner or later. But honestly, I must say, that I never dreamt that he would have dared to take the first step. From what I had heard over the years, and of course from what I had seen on several occasions, I had been sure that he liked lying with ellith better. We never talked about the one night so long ago. When I met him later at the fences and borders or when the king visited other realms, he always had been friendly but distant as if he felt bad for having given his innocence to me, not only was I known to be as the king�s dancer, but also as his pleasure boy.
Suddenly he let me go, but I still felt the pressure of his lips on mine. His eyes darkened and I wondered if he already regretted what he had done.
�Lith�nion, I need to tell you something.�
�Aye,� I said, composing myself again. I leaned back and put on a serious face.
�In less than a week you will be gone.�
�Aye,� I answered again.
�I will not sail. I shall stay here with my Lord Celeborn, who I am loyal to. I can not see myself on the hidden island. I have no longing to keep on going and going and hoping to place my head on moss to find a death-like sleep in the Garden�s of Irmo one day. I shall stay here, until us elves are forgotten and fade into legend.�
I was surprised; this was the last thing I had expected. I knew his brother and the rest of his large family had already left a while ago (in elvish terms, at least a century). Haldir was in Imladris, and planning on sailing with me and the others of the forests. But before I could answer, he continued to speak.
�I wanted you to muse for me and I wanted to be with you one more time so that I can write poetry from my memories.�
He did not seem unhappy about his decision. I think long ago he decided that way. He began to clean up the table and I rinsed our plates and cups. We did not speak. Rumil sat himself in front of the cottage in the warm sun and began to work on several fragments he had written in the early morning hours. I undressed inside and wrapped a large linen towel around my hips before I walked down to the pond. I was desperate to wash myself.
I stood with my back to him and let the towel sink to the ground. Slowly, lifting my knees high, I stepped into the cool water. Smiling I looked down into the water and saw the little fishes swimming around my feet. I felt Rumil�s eyes glued to my marvellous body.
Some may call me an egoist or even narcissi. My whole life, I knew that my body was my capital. I began to dance as an elfling and it was then that I found out I could enchant people with my moves and my looks.
Playfully I swam around, washed myself and dived down to the bottom of the pond. I pushed my feet against the ground to launch myself out of the water. I really enjoyed myself. I knew he was watching me, not able to concentrate. From the corner of my eye I observed his movements and he disappeared for some minutes in the cottage. Did he know what was in my mind? Was he preparing himself for me? He reappeared and sat down again. I left the water and wrapped the towel around my body. Slowly I stepped back to the small house, water dripping from my hair.
I squatted in front of him. Rumil put his quill down. I took the parchment from his hand and put it aside. My hands found his and I pulled him to stand. He closed his eyes as I kissed him first softly then passionately.
I let him go and licked my lips. I smiled at him and led him by the hand into the cottage. A little insecure, he stood in front of me and I gently shoved him towards my bed. He tried to grab me repeatedly, but I did not let him succeed. Not yet. On the ground I saw my pouch and kicked it into the same direction we were moving.
Rumil gasped as I began to unlace his tunic. But he let me do so. My fingers worked fast and I peeled him out of the grey outfit. I wrapped on arm around his neck and securely pressed myself against him, kissing him passionately. His hands roamed over my backside and the towel fell to the ground. He dug his fingers deep into my skin. He moaned as I slipped my hand into his breeches that I had begun to unbutton and found that he was highly aroused.
With our mouths still sucking on each other our hands went between our bodies to push his pants down. He carelessly stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I stepped back to just gaze at his body, his arousal and stroked myself. Rumil�s eyes widened as with a single push of my hand I brought him down on my bed. He retreated against the wall, playing with me, as I could not get him. I flung myself on top of him, rubbed my body over him and placed small kisses over his heated skin. On the tip of his elfhood a tiny drop of liquid glistened. I licked it away before I swallowed him deep. He moaned and arched his back. My other hand travelled down to my own member, grabbing it tight and arousing myself with pushing it over the soft skin of my palm.
I kept on sucking and licking him, drove him more than once to the edge, but I could not give him relief yet. Instead I secretly dug with one hand through my pouch. Experienced as I am, I always have a small jar of lard or a tiny bottle of oil with me. Just in the case I might need it. Dipping my fingers into it I lubricated them. Slowly my fingers began to massage and prepare him. Should this be our last chance to enjoy each other, I did not want him suffering pain again.
Rumil�s body stiffened as I probed and stretched him slowly. But as soon as my mouth closed around him again, he relaxed and I could easily push my fingers into him. His breathing became more ragged and he dug his fingers into my long hair. Holding my head Rumil tried to ordain the pace of the movements of my hand, fingers and mouth. I retreated and sat up on my knees. Smiling I took the jar officially out of my pouch and greased my own hard member. Rumil swallowed when I twisted his nipple and then bit it, slowly coming over him. He spread his legs for me and laid his head back on the small pillow, awaiting me.
I carefully pushed myself forward, piercing his tight entrance. He gasped over the sensation as I slid deeper and even when he panted and inhaled sharply I did not stop. I knew that if I did it would all be over now.
I lowered my head down and kissed away the small sweat beads that formed on his top lip. With my right hand I grabbed his cock that had under the shock of penetration had begun to go weak. I rubbed it hard and quickly I got Rumil back to where I wanted him. When he began to moan, I began to move thrusting into him. He was hot and tight, just as I remembered it from our first night. His moans became deeper; they motivated me to pound harder into him. I felt his cock pulsating in my hand and hastened my pace as I wanted us to come together.
I threw my head back. A sweet pain grew in my loins, my semen jetted out of me, just as he spent himself. I kept myself balanced, squeezed him tight until the last drop had left him. I grabbed my towel that I had carelessly thrown down on the bed earlier and wiped the mess from his tummy away, before laying down on him, kissing him gently. Minutes past and I grew soft, sliding out of him and leaving a small silvery trace on his thigh. And like the last time, I held him in my arms, petted him, stroked him and encouraged him.
I never danced again that day but then again, we never left the bed that day either.
Early the next morning we left to return to Imladris. When we dismounted in the stables, I kissed him one more time and wished him farewell. I knew that he had been with many ellith but as he embraced me I saw it in his eyes, that I had been the only ellon he ever been with, the first and the last one.
I never saw him again and I know I will never forget him either.
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