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Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Please note that the disclaimer, pairings and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Chapter Three:
Melpomaen was afraid.
No. Actually, he was terrified. But nevertheless, he was determined to see this through.
For nigh on three months he had suffered in silence, caught in the grip of his body's awakening and tormented by thoughts of the one elf who stirred his tender heart, as well as the very core of his carnal desires. More and more, he had found himself having to rush off for the privacy of his chambers, forced by his unruly member into seeking frantic and shame-filled release. His cock was raw from his hurried ministrations and his fea was raw from the pain of his unfulfilled longing. But in a few moments, all that would change...he hoped.
The soft knock startled him out of his musings and Melpomaen felt his heart suddently leap into his throat. He rose from his chair and went to the door, taking one last look around his room. Fragrant flowers were artfully arranged on the table, two goblets sat beside an open bottle of Miruvor, all the strategically-placed candles were lit and the bed was made up with his best linen. The young elf took a deep, steadying breath. He was as ready as he would ever be.
His hand barely managed not to shake as he opened the door.
" I am glad you finally chose to make your intentions known, Melpomaen." A husky, yet musical voice teased by way of greeting.
" And I am glad you chose to accept my invitation." He answered, with a nervous smile. " Come in...Laurealas."
The young elleth stepped past him in a swirl of gossamer robes and subtle, flowery scent. Her clear, sky-blue gaze swept over the room and she turned back to him with a pleased smile.
" Your caring thoughtfulness is the one thing I have always liked best about you, mellon nin. Thank you for the lovely setting."
Melpomaen blushed, humbly pleased by her words. He had wanted to make things as nice as possible, not only because Laurealas was his dearest friend, but also -if he were to be completely honest with himself- because of the nagging guilt in the back of his mind. Guilt, that told him he was using their friendship to try and purge his impossible love.
For the logical scholar within him had decided, some days ago, that the only way to do so was to pick a partner for his first shared sexual experience that would be the very opposite of the elf who so haunted his dreams. And since the very opposite of male, was female...
" Would you like some Miruvor?." He asked, then blushed anew as his voice broke.
The smile on Laurealas' face gentled, as she realized just how nervous he was. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. Ever since Melpomaen had come to live in Imladris, after the tragic death of his Ada and the abrupt departure of his grief-stricken Naneth for the Undying Lands. There had been but a few elflings living in the Last Homely House, yet all had whole-heartedly welcomed him into their tight-knit group. Thus, they had grown up amidst shared play and confidences.
But now that they were all entering into Fenneth, Melpomaen, always a shy and timid elfling, had become even more withdrawn. So when he had, oh-so-tentatively broached the subject of the new changes taking place inside their bodies, Laurealas had not hesitated to state her own curious interest in him. Like the rest of their group, she had already experienced the glorious pleasure of her first joining and knowing that Melpomaen was the only one who still remained untouched, she had gladly offered to share this new-found bounty with her dearest friend. Off course, her motivation was not entirely selfless. For she had lately come to a new appreciation for the beauty of Melpomaen's violet eyes...
" Here, meldir. Let me do that." She said, taking the bottle of Miruvor from his shaking hands.
Gracefully, she poured them both a good measure of the wondrous liquor and she could not help but smile again, as she watched Melpomaen down the entire contents of his glass in one long gulp. Deciding that it was up to her -as the more experienced one- to act as guide for the evening, Laurealas gently pried the glass from his fingers and set it back upon the table, beside her own untouched one. Her hand then reached out to cup her friend's cheek.
" Worry not, Melpomaen. I, too, was very nervous on my first time. Tis nothing to be ashamed of."
He smiled at her, thankful to have such a friend and when she leaned down, being a full hand-span taller than him, to touch their lips toguether, he was surprised to find that he actually welcomed the kiss. When it was over, they both stared at each other with eyes that were quickly darkening from desire.
" Come. Let us go lay upon your bed." Laurealas said, taking him by the hand.
Melpomaen meekly followed her lead and he did not resist when she gently pushed him back against the fluffly pillows. As he felt her settle on the bed beside him, his hooded eyes caught a mesmerizing glimpse of her hair, shinning golden under the soft light of the candles.
Golden...
His eyes closed, as an involuntary moan escaped softly from his parted lips. His traitorous mind began to play tricks upon his confused desire and suddently, the weight on the bed did not belong to a feather-light elleth, but to a much larger form. The lips tracing the contour of his ear were not petal-soft, but thick and demanding. The hand that was now caressing its way down his chest was not delicate, but calloused and strong. And when it reached the hardness bulging from his trousers and squeezed...
Melpomaen arched his head back with a cry of surprise that was immediately followed by a long moan of release, as his senses reeled from the visions in his mind. For one amazing moment, all he knew was that it was not his own hand bringing him to such ecstasy, but the hand of his beloved, the hand of...
His eyes snapped open in horror.
Laurealas was looking down at him, her own eyes filled with a mixture of pity and sorrow.
" Oh, mellon nin..." She whispered.
" Laurealas... I... I am so sorry..." He choked, ashamed beyond all measure.
Her delicate hand, the same hand that had just inadvertently brought about his climax, now reached up to gently trail along the side of his face, before she leaned down and placed a tender kiss upon his brow.
" Nay, Melpomaen. There is no need for any apologies between us, we have been friends too long for that." Her voice was soft, as she continued. " I think I understand why it was me you sought out. But perhaps an ellon would have been a better choice, after all."
It was then that Melpomaen realized whose name he must have cried out while in the throes of his release. A new wave of horror and shame caused the color to drain from his face. Laurealas, knowing him as well as she did, instantly understood what he feared and so she quickly reassured him.
" You know I would never betray you, mellon nin. Rest assured, your secret is safe with me."
At her compasionate words, all the confusion and pain that Melpomaen had been holding inside him since entering into Fenneth, burst forth in one long, agonized sob and Laurealas wrapped her arms around him in comforting embrace. Yet as she lovingly rocked his heaving body, the young elleth could not repress the surge of anger that arose within her breast. Anger at the fickle twist of fate that had cursed her dearest friend's heart with the burden of such an unnatainable love...
TBC...
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