One Flesh, One Soul. Part I by FellFireFan  

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To The Dawn

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The assault on the innocent was unexpected and brutally savage. Under the cover of darkness, the orcs descended upon the unsuspecting families as they slept in their tents. Screams and roars filled the terror of the night as the victims were brutally slaughtered and eaten. Orcs, minions of the dark lord Morgoth, showed no mercy and left no survivors in their wake. News of this horrific massacre of men, women, and children reached the ears of Boromir, who, weakened by illness, could not pursue justice, and readied his son for his first encounter with the orcs.

Bregor led his forces into battle. With unwavering determination, he launched a surprise attack on the large gathering of orcs, catching them off guard. The initial clash proved to be a gruelling test for the inexperienced Bregor, as he was quickly thrown from his horse. The orcs swiftly gained the upper hand, mercilessly slaughtering the men, one by one. Their bloodcurdling screams echoed through the night as they were torn apart and feasted upon by the orcs' insatiable hunger.

Cornered and outnumbered, Bregor found himself trapped amidst a snarling horde of ravenous beasts. Their yellowed, bloody teeth glistened with primal hunger, poised to feast upon his flesh. His sword was ripped from his trembling grasp. Panic gripped his heart as the orcs, laughing and snarling maniacally closed in, their confidence soaring with each step. Bregor lost his footing, stumbling backwards in a frantic attempt to evade their clutches, their claws and fangs bared, ready to tear him apart. Suddenly, Bregor remembered the elven blade Andreth had given him, a token for his protection, it sat sheathed in its scabbard at his side. He quickly siezed it and pulled it out. A sudden screech of terror erupted from the orcs throats and they jolted back, splitting their ranks. On shaking legs, Bregor stood up. Aegnor's blade held out toward the snarling crowd. Confusion furrowed his dark, sweaty brow as he soon came to realise, it was not him they feared, but what he was holding.

The scent of its original master still reeked from the weapon. Aegnor's very essence, glinting menacingly in the moonless night. Driven by total fear, the orcs quickly disbanded and turned on one another. Their ripped one another apart, organs and blood flew into the air. When their numbers had dwindled to only afew, they fled in terror, running for the mountains. By morning, Bregor had managed to collect what men still remained from the harrowing night, many broken in spirit at the horrors their witnessed. They returned home, their faces and hearts numb and deeply melancholic.

Many nights later, Bregor sat alone on his bed by the roaring fire. The elven blade clutched in his lap. His vacant eyes consumed by the fire. He seemed a man unmade by war and loss. A serene figure entered his bed chambers. Her features soft, and her hair, fair like the summer rain. Variel, always loyal and gentle, had come to comfort her husband.

"It has been three days, my husband, you have not left these walls," her gentle voice spoke "will you not eat with me?"

He paid her no reply. His eyes not lifting from the fire. Variel sighed deeply and kissed the arch of his broad shoulder. Her cerulean eyes, deep and beautiful searched his face, seeking any resemblance of the man she loved.

"I have failed...," he finally whispered. "I have failed you Variel... I can not protect you. Those things... they're not human. They are creatures from the darkest pits," his teary eyes finally dropped from the fire to the blade in his hands. Its glinting edge glittering in the flickering light.

"I was spared.... not by my skill in battle, but by the grace of the Valar who gifted another with abilities I could never hope to have, to strike such fear into the hearts of those monsters that they turn and run from everything he has touched!" He dropped the blade onto the wooden floor, the ominous clank echoed loudly at their feet. Bregors head sank in his hands. His curly black hair framing his eyes. "What kind of man am I that I can not protect my family.

Variel gently took both his hands and turned his face toward hers. His red, weepy eyes regarded her. Her gentle smile and loving gaze reassured her husband of her love.

"Bregolas needs his father, you will lead him to greatness, just as your father did, as his father before him. Men are not measured by the size of his strength, or skill with the blade, but by the strength of his heart. Remember how beloved you are and how much I cherish you." She took his hand and placed it on her breast. The warm, velvet flesh yielded to his touch.

"Do you feel it beating?" She whispered slowly, her intense gaze fixed in his.

Unable to resist his beautiful wife's allure, Bregor slipped his fingers beneath her clothing and groped Variels tender breast, bringing his lips to it. He kissed her breast and heart as soft, rhythmic breaths rose from their throats.

Let me comfort you, my husband," she panted as her face flushed red, "let my body be the vessel for all your worries,"

Bregor needed no persuasion. He took his wife that night and took comfort in her embrace. Variel, with her strong heart and her soft body, became his sanctuary, offering him solace deep within her. With every caress and embrace, she nourished his weary spirit until he reached the pinnacle of release within her, melting away his wearisome burdens and refreshing his troubled soul.

After they surrendered to the ecstasy, they lay intertwined, spent, and utterly content.

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Ladros

382 A.D.

During the following eight months after Bregor's triumph over the orcs, Felagund made arrangements for a momentous event. A gathering of men and elves, to cement their bond and offer distraction from the woes of war. Boromir gathered his family and prepared them for the journey ahead. Despite Variel's round, swollen belly, she insisted on accompanying them. Andreth, on the other hand was reluctant to go.

In a deep melancholy, Andreth packed her essentials for the long trip ahead to Lake Aeluin. Her eyes were diverted to Aegnor's elven blade, sitting on the bed. She stared down at it. Images of him ran through her mind, the fear in his eyes, the pain in his voice, the desire in his touch. She felt nothing but empty regret. She should have lingered in the stables that night... she should have spoke. All the words she could have said. Confessions of her love, of her hate, her dispair in knowing deep down, she could never have him... for he was only just a dream, a beautiful dream... forever far from her reach.

Her fingers traced the contours of the blade in its scabbard. A painful choke tightened her throat and she held it against the warmth of her breast. A faint whiff of his scent still lingered from it. She had lost him forever.

"Andreth? It is Variel, may I come in?" A sweet, muffled voice sounded behind the large oak door. Andreth composed herself and wiped her eyes. She opened the door and Variel entered cradling her obviously full belly, heavy with child. Andreth guided her to her bed and sat her down. She grabbed a footstool and placed it under Variel's feet.

"Oh Andreth, my dear sister, you need not bother with my comfort so much. Your brother fusses enough, I have come here to hide from him," She laughed. Andreth smiled as she settled next to her. Variel caressed her belly tenderly, glowing with happiness. "It shan't be long now, will it little one?" Variel smiled into her abdomen. A tear fell from Andreths eye, and her gaze dropped to the floor in deep sadness. Variel saw her and and her face filled with concern.

"Andreth, what is the matter?"  She asked.

Andreth's tears flooded, and she began to weep. Variel moved closer, hindered by her uncomfortable size.

"There is a secret that weighs heavily upon my heart," Andreth croaked, "a love I have denied myself, a light extinguished by the shadows of my own making,"

Variel reached out, her fingers gently grasping her delicate hands. "Oh, dear Andreth," she breathed, her voice tinged with sorrow, "I did not know... Amidst the joyous anticipation of new life in this house, we failed to see the deep anguish that has been consuming you."

She tenderly brushed a lock of dark hair back and tucked it behind Andreth's ear.

"At times in our most desperate need, our hearts betray us. Perhaps... there is still hope for you?" she spoke. Andreth shook her head and wiped her tears from her nose.

"Nay, not for I," she sniffed, "for I was loved by the fair ones, whose hearts are far guarded, with no hope at a second chance."

Variel looked behind Andreth to Aegnor's blade resting on her bed. Her eyes turned sad and she held her sister while she released the sadness in her heart onto Variels shoulder

At day break, Bregor, Andreth, and Beryl all mounted their horses, ready to embark on their journey to Lake Aeluin. Accompanied by a retinue of servants and guards. Beryl, the youngest and most spirited of the siblings, chattered ceaselessly to Andreth, lamenting her lack of a suitable dress for such an occasion. Despite having a wardrobe filled with luxurious clothing, that surpassed even what Andreth or Variel possessed. However, amid Beryl's abundant words, Andreth's mind was burdened by more pressing concerns, leaving her little room for conversation. She barely exchanged a glance with her younger sister.

They arrived at a brook, Variel dismounted clumsily, eager to quench her thirst for the crystal-clear water. Bregor stood steadfastly by her side, with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Guarding his beloved wife as she drank. Andreth, feeling weary from the trip, settled down near a large rock to rest. Yet, her attention was abruptly diverted by Beryl's giggles emanating from the secluded trees. Andreth followed the sound, and as she approached, her heart sank at the sight before her. There stood a young soldier, his lips and hands upon Beryl, as they locked in an intimate embrace. Andreth immediately reached for her blade, and she ran at them, throwing herself between the young soldier and her sister, her face contorted with searing rage. Upon seeing Andreth with her gleaming elven weapon drawn and poised, the young man dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness. Beryl pleaded with Andreth to spare him.

"If it were my brother in my place, your transgression would have cost you your life!" Andreth hissed, her eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you put your hands on my sister, and defile her when she is not yet of consenting age!" She snarled, advancing toward him. "I dismiss you from our household! Depart now, or you will feel his wrath upon you!"

Without uttering a word, the young man swiftly rose to his feet and fled, leaving Beryl behind in distress.

"Why did you do that?!" Beryl cried. "We were going to be married!" Andreth's righteous anger boiled over as she glared at Beryl.

"Married!? You are fifteen years of age!" Andreth roared.

"Because you reject every suitor who comes to you, does not mean I will carve the same path! I would rather die than become a dried out old maid like you!" Beryl cried.

Andreth gazed at her silently. Her expression fell. Beryl stomped away, leaving her older sister alone to the comfort of the forest sounds.

As dusk settled upon the serene lake, its glassy surface reflected the fading light, enhancing its celestial beauty. It seemed like a portal to another realm, captivating all who laid eyes upon it. The waiting elves greeted the men upon their arrival, their presence added an air of enchantment. In the heart of the camp, a grand fire was being prepared, promising a night of joyous celebration and good cheer.

After dismounting, Bregor set about ensuring the comfort of his wife. As Andreth was speaking to her brother, an elf, tall and fair approached them. His dark hair flowed down his slender frame. Upon his head sat a simple silver circlet. He bowed to Bregor in the traditional elven style, with his arm folded across his chest and his fist upon his heart.

"Bregor, son of Boromir. I am Eríon, a steward of my lord Finrod." He spoke, his voice was like crystal.

"It pleases my heart to meet you. Is he not among us?" Asked the cheerful Bregor.

"My lord has taken to the woodland on a hunt. He will return shortly," he responded.

"He need not worry, we have brought food a plenty with us, the vegetable harvest was generous to us this year,"

"It is a custom among our kind to welcome our guests with offerings from our own hands. And with his brother Aegnor leading the hunt, they are sure to return with an impressive bounty,"

Andreth's gaze lightened up. He swiftly departed to return to the preparations, Andreth ran after his and siezed the elf by his slender arm.

"Pardon lord, but did you say that Aegnor was with him?" She asked.

"You are not mistaken, lady," he replied. "To see all three of the sons of Finarfin together is a welcome sight. One worthy of marking," He bowed slightly, expressing his desire to end their conversation and continued on his way.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Immediate regret set in. She should not have come, she should have stayed in Ladros, far from him. She could not face him now. Finally, the soft rumble of galloping hooves from the treeline met their ears. Cheering grew as all eyes cast the darkening woodlands. Side by side in a perfect line, three horses appeared. On their backs sat Finrod, Angrod, and Aegnor. Strapped behind them lay their spoils. Three impressive deer carcasses. Their pelts, thick and shiny.

They trotted their steeds into the camp in a perfect line that slowed to a walk. All three brothers dismounted in perfect synchrony. Andreth took refuge behind the cloth of a tent. Her eyes fixed upon Aegnor. He dismounted with one powerful swing of his leg, dropping onto the floor and into the waiting arms of his admirers. All eager to greet their beloved lord. Arm clasps and prolonged embraces envelop him at his every turn. A broad, captivating grin stretched upon his face. He seemed to her in that moment, so completely happy. It was as though he had forgotten all about the anguish that once plagued him.

"Perhaps...I have spared him, and I had made the right choice," she said to herself, her sad eyes matching her tone. He was soon completely hidden from her view. Long melded with the crowd.

After taking a private moment to collect herself, she emerged from her secluded spot behind the tent. She noticed the bright smiles on everyone's faces and the shimmering glow of Finrod in conversation with her brother and his wife in the distance. In her gown of deep crimson, she joined the crowd of men and women around the fire. Noise and laughter faded around her as she walked serenely through them. There was no where she could hide.

The big central fire illuminated her. She seemed to glow in its glory. Undeniably beautiful, she was, yet, so very sad. She felt so alone. Utterly lost in this world without him. It was in this great time of sadness and need that she felt a powerful presence standing behind her. She slowed to a stop and slowly turned around, her movements like that of a delicate swan gliding upon tranquil waters. Gazing down into her fragile dark eyes, Aegnor stood before her. They gazed at one another for a long, silent pause as the sound around them drew out. The fire illuminated his face, utterly divine and breathtaking. Her lip quivered as she held back her tears. Joy and sorrow overcame her, washing her away. Aegnor was stoic, yet his eyes betrayed his fragile heart

"I understand if you do not wish to see me, nor speak a word to me," her fragile voice whispered between them. "Should you choose to take your leave, I will not hold it against you, Aegnor,"

He stood unmoving. His unyielding gaze never shifting. Then he took a lingering step toward her. He reached and delicately clasped Andreth's hand in both of his held it to his chest.

"Lady," he murmured softly, his gaze warm and fragile. "And just where will I go?"

Her teary eyes were on their hands, and she burst into weeps. Silence enveloped them, rendering words unnecessary as Aegnor bestowed upon her hand a gentle kiss.

"Oh my dearest friend," she croaked. "I do not deserve you," her smiled glowed with joy, beaming between them. Aegnor responded with a smile of his own coupled with a gentle gaze.

"No more tears, let us linger on the past no longer." he replied gently. She nodded and wiped her eyes

Bregor approached them. His palms filled with two chalices and wearing a dazzling grin. "Aegnor!" He cried joyfully.

He handed one cup to Aegnor and the other he placed in Andreth's hands. The sweet, delightful smell teased her senses, and she gazed into its rich, dark red contents.

"What a great night it is to be alive!" Bregor grinned, elated "there is no greater a protector for my sister than you! I wish to make it official that you are her undisputed champion!"

"I am tempted to accept such an offer," he smiled. An air of unwavering confidence seeped from him. Aegnor smiled broadly and clasped arms with Andreths brother, "and I extend my congratulations to your wife on the coming arrival of a second precious child!"

"Truthfully, had you not gifted your blade to Andreth, I would not be alive to see the birth. I owe the its very existence to your sake alone."

With a warm smile, Aegnor inclined his head, appreciatively. "Variel is a treasure, cherish her," Aegnor smiled at Bregor.

"Though I am my sisters official guardian, tonight I give her to you entirely. Drink with her and be merry; I encourage it," His countenance radiated an approving smile of profound magnitude and sincere affection.

Turning to Andreth before bidding them farewell, he witnessed her visage flushed with utmost embarrassment, which only served to elicit a brotherly, mischievous smile. He winked at her and left. Aegnor erupted into jovial laughter at Andreth's raw blush. Their mirth resounding with unabashed delight.

"I have never seen your brother so happy!" Aegnor chuckled warmly.

"It is his duty to become a father," she smiled. Aegnor's smile turned to a frown, and his eyes fell to the cup in his hand filled with wine.

He paused, sadness shrouded him completely. His hands tensed around his cup.

"This is a matter that is close to your heart. Do you long to be a father, Aegnor" She asked slowly

His eyes lifted once more to her. His jaw clenched as if the words he was about to speak carried the weight of a thousand worlds.

"It is my deepest desire... to have a family if my own someday... I would willingly surrender all I possess for such a joy." he murmured. A warm hand rested on his forearm as she offered him a comforting touch.

"You above all others deserve this, but you must first believe it also." She muttered, leaning in to him. Aegnor's eyes swelled with unshed tears, and he clung to her every word. "Look towards the dawn, as sure as the sun rises in the sky, you will have all you desire,"

His lips pulled into a fragile smile as his eyes poured into her all his burdens. his gaze held in hers, raised his cup, inviting Andreth to do the same.

"To the dawn," he proclaimed, "and to liberty!"

The glittering silver of the raised cups caught the flickering light of the grand fire. As the chalices met with a harmonious clink. They drank in unison. She was but into her second gulp when her head started spinning. The muscles in her face relaxed and she felt increasingly unwell. She tried to speak but her words were incoherent and slurred. Blissfully unaware, as Aegnor finished off the final sips in his chalice, he finally opened his eyes and saw Andreths state rapidly deteriorating. He grabbed her to steady her feet.

"Andreth??" He called

She looked at him, utterly confused like she was suddenly aware of him. The chalice slipped from her hand, and crashed onto the ground, spattering on Aegnors boots. Aegnor scooped it up and brought the chalice to his nose, and sniffed it. A distinct and unmistakable scent wafted from it, the realization dawned upon him. He glared down into it, his face tense with rage. Aegnor scooped her in his strong grasp before she hit the ground, his arms enveloping her inebriated form in a protective embrace. With utmost care, he guided her away from the prying onlookers and called for his brother.

"Angrod!" Aegnor cried, ("Angrod! Come now!")

Angrod appeared from the crowd as Andreth was being pulled through it

("She has drank from your cursed supply!") Aegnor snarled, harsh elvish words rumbled from his throat like thunder. ("Bring the Eldarvine! Now!") He ordered.

Angrod hastily ran to make the elixir, a creation of his own making to swiftly counteract extreme intoxication from elven wine.

They came but afew steps from Aegnor's spacious tent on the outskirts of the camp before Andreth could walk no more and had to be carried inside. Finally alone, Aegnor placed her gently upon a chair. In the quiet moment, alone in his tent, Aegnor worked tirelessly to keep her from slipping into unconsciousness. Andreth was utterly confused, she could not discern friend from foe, nor where she was. Finally Angrod appeared, he came rushing through the billowing sheets, holding out a chalice of the elixir. Aegnor swiftly seized it from his hand and held it to her lips, encouraging her to drink every drop. She did so and allowed it to pour down her throat. Once Aegnor had emptied every drop into her, she coughed and fell limp. Her head falling on his shoulder. Her face buried into his neck and gently, he comforted her as Angrod watched on.

("I will inform Bregor,") said Angrod as he turned to calmly leave.

("No!") Aegnor protested ("You will cause unnecessary distress. It was an honest mistake,")

Alarmed, Angrod retorted, ("unnecessary distress? Consuming even a single gulp of our wine could have ended her days here on Middle Earth due to his poor judgement!")

("Recall brother!") Aegnor snapped, his glare laced with venom, ("my strong disapproval of bringing that cursed draught in the first place! The only poor judgement I see is yours!")

("How dare you!") Angrod growled, his lip curling with aggressive rage. ("Do you, in your feeble head, dare to suggest that I bear the responsibility for this?!")

("I mean to say that Andreth need not be made a casualty of your obsessive affection for liquor!")

("Such words from you!") Angrod roared.

The brothers clashed in a vicious argument, Elvish words darting like swords clashing from Aegnor's tent. Soon Finrod arrived and entered the tent. His lithe form parting the sheets gracefully. Hands clasped in front of him in a regal stance.

"Angrod, Aegnor... this is a night of joy and celebration, I beg you both put aside your petty squabbling for this night, for the sake of our mortal guests," Finrod addressed his hot tempered brothers. His calming presence halting their heated vpices dead in their tracks. Angrod however was far from done with his insolent younger brother. He glared at Aegnor, his neck hammering with tension.

("Yes brother, I may have an affection for wine...") He hissed, his voice laced with stinging toxins, ("however, you are the only one of us whose sole comfort is found at the bottom of a goblet!")

The sting in Aegnor's eyes was telling as he stared up at his brother in the aftermath of his cruel words. His wounded expression falling to the ground. Angrod turned to take his leave.

"Angrod..." Finrod protested as he passed him.

("Do not give me that pitiful look Finrod!") Angrod snarled, ("you know of its truth!")

He stomped away leaving them behind. Finrod turned back to Aegnor, consumed with sadness, proving that Angrod's harsh words were no lie. Aegnor did not meet his gaze. He held Andreth tenderly as Finrod watched on. He saw how Aegnor cared for her like no other being before. He watched as he cradled her limp body in the chair. Stroking her hair and face as it was buried deep into his neck. A sudden sunken feeling gripped Finrod as Aegnor's words to him in Norgothrond filled his mind. The cogs began to turn in his head as he remembered his own response to Aegnor's confessions. Suddenly, Finrod was consumed with a deep sence of dread.

"Akanarö..." Finrod spoke slow and deep. Aegnor turned his head to regard Finrod slowly, his watery eyes fixed on him with a look of concern. Finrod was addressing him by his child name. Only their father did that whenever Aegnor had disappointed him. Finrod braced himself for the question he did not wish to ask.

Just then, Andreth suddenly stirred, lifting her drowsy head from Aegnor's shoulder.

"Andreth... it is me! Aegnor," he muttered. Blinking rhythmically, she regarded the elf crouched before her, "do not be alarmed... all is well. You are safe," he said softly as her confused gaze stared blankly into his.

"I feel... light..." she whispered.

"Do not worry, It will pass. You unwittingly consumed elvish wine, but it has been remedied. You are out of danger," he smiled tenderly.

"Thank you," her tender whisper ghosted between them. Finrod watched as Aegnor helped her to her feet. Her legs shaking, she lost balance and Aegnor had to stabilise her. Her eyes fell upon Finrod who stood quietly at a distance. A tinge of embarrassment crossed her brow and she passed him a flustered smile.

"Lord Finrod!" She gasped, "forgive me... I did not see you standing there.."

Finrod mustered a faint smile. With measured composure, he spoke carefully.

"I am relieved to see you well again Andreth, thanks to the swift action of Aegnor. Return to the festivities and enjoy the remainder of the evening,"

With Aegnors help, Andreth slowly made her way to the exit and returned to the encampment without anyone noticing her misfortunate episode, leaving Finrod alone in Aegnor's tent. His heavy thoughts consumed in the silence.

As the grand feast unfolded, the lords' triumphant hunt had yielded a bounty of venison, tender and succulent, which watered the palates of those eager to sample a taste. Andreth greedily devoured her portion. Sitting on the grass close to the grand centre fire that illuminated the entire camp, she savoured every bite of the tender venison on her plate as well as the abundance of grapes and other delicious foods.

Aegnor held his cup to his mouth, masking a slight smile as he watched her eat. Like a ravenous wolf, she moaned and grunted softly as she chomped away unapologetically, having no regard for decorum befitting a proper lady. His eyes playful, but slightly intense witnessed her finish her plate with a loud suck on her fingers, licking the last residue from her delicious meal. Then, as if she cast off all inhibitions, grasped her chalice of a fruity beverage and gulped it down greedily, lifting the cup higher. It was then her eyes caught Aegnor's and she slowly lowered her cup, they gazes locked.

"What?" She asked, utterly unaware.

Aegnor wheezed with suppressed laughter, near spitting into his wine. He reached for her plate and secured a small left over morsel of venison and flicked it into his mouth and in a light hearted jest, yanked his thumb from his mouth with a loud smack, mimicking her. She bubbled into bashful laughter, shared with Aegnor.

"I was never one for decorum and etiquette befitting my station," She admitted sheepishly

"Nor am I," Aegnor chuckled with a brazen, unapologetic swig of his drink. Her eyes lingered on him, utterly besotted with his beauty and his confidence.

The large central fire, a divine entity in its own right, waged a valiant battle against the chill of the night and the darkness of the surrounding forest. The nearby lake, bathed in the glittering shimmer of starlight in the blackness just beyond the trees. Andreth and Aegnor found themselves reinacting a beloved memory they once shared before.

"I must admit, Aegnor, I was surprised when you suggested this game to me. I thought such simplicity was beneath you," she teased as her fingers hovered above his.

"Fair lady!" Aegnor replied playfully, almost insulted, "it is a game that requires cunning and a deft wit!" He quipped.

"Oh Aegnor...," she laughed. She reached for her cup and took a drink as Aegnor did also, "I almost fear I shall wake up soon to discover this was all just another dream,"

His eyes lifted to her over the rim of his goblet. A glance so mesmerizing, it made her shudder. He placed his cup filled with elvish wine down at his side upon the grass.

"Years ago, I bid my freedom on a little girl, I lost that wager," he spoke solemly, "I am bound by oath for all my days. My life is devoted to her service,"

"Aegnor, you have already proven your devotion to me, a multitude of times, yet..." She paused, her eyes fixed on the glow of the fire. "I know not how to prove mine..,"

His eyes lingered intensely on her, caressing his chin in deep thought. Then, he took another swig from his wine and set it down again. He shifted his body slightly to face her completely, crossing his legs comfortably. He then held out his palms upright, inviting her to join him in another game.

"Shall we play again? Only this time, I propose a wager"

Pausing, her gaze squinted with suspicion, she passed him a mischievous smile.

"And what shall be the stakes...?" She asked

"The victor..." he answered slowly, the corners of his mouth curling slight in a taut smirk, "will ask the loser a single question. And they must recieve a truthful answer. No boundaries... and no secrets."

Andreths eyes sparked with intrigue, her body tensed and her smile grew wide.

"Are you sure you wish to wager that against me Aegnor? To gamble the secrets of your own heart for intimate knowledge of me...? Who am I to resist such a prospect. For there are things I have longed to know about you,"

Aegnor smirked, his eyes burning with intense heat as he met her challenge

"Expend your efforts to secure your victory, and I will satisfy your curiousity, but a word of warning: I do not give away such things without a fight," he smirked

Andreth steadied her palms above his, signalling the commencement of their play. Time seemed to hold its breath. Andreth, her heart pounding, saught to calm her nerves. She must secure a win. Her nerves faltered and she lost concentration. In an instant, Aegnor's adept fingers deftly captured hers without much effort. She had failed to evade his grasp. She had lost this round.

Panic set in and she quickly took a drink to calm her nerves. She cast a wide eyes glance at Aegnor, nervous with anticipation. Slowly, she relented, her voice dripping with palpable tension. She took a trembling breath.

"What is your question?" She asked nervously. He started slow, his voice low and soft, then he began.

"It is customary among your kind to celebrate the birth of a new life, while neglecting the act that brought it into existence. You choose to remember labour and toil of birth over the pleasure of bedding. The eldar do not see it the same. Why does such a disparity exist?" He asked softly

Andreth was speechless to summon a response. Of all the things she was expecting him to ask, it was not this! She fumbled desperate to explain such an bold question that she knew not how to.

"I...I do not know," she muttered, her face flushing with embarrassment, "I suppose the conception of our children is a draw of mere chance. It is impossible to know exactly when the moment a new baby is created, only that is has been."

He knodded slowly, seemingly satisfied with his answer. She held out her slender palms between them, initiating round two of their game of questions.

His fingers suspended above hers and the round began. Her breath trembled loudly. Her heart drumming inside her chest. Her sweaty palms glistening in the soft flickering light. Their fingertips barely grazing, Aegnor's was as still as the night air. He sensed the utter desperation seeping through her and he liked it.

"Alas Aegnor, I can not win against you, I see no other option for me but to forfeit and declare you the victor..," she finally said, her voice trembling.

He looked up from their hands and stared at her. Suddenly, Aegnor felt firm fingers grabbing his, locking them between hers. His eyes darted downwards to see he had been tricked. He regarded Andreths wide victorious grin, betrayal in his eyes.

"You cheated,"

"Tis my game, silly elf!" She replied with a gloating smile, "there are no rules in war,"

In one arrogant swoop, he raised his chalice of wineto his lips again and held it there, covering his mouth, he silently awaited her question. The atmosphere crackled with undeniable tension. He observed her nibbling her lower lip, her mind deep in contemplation. She was readying herself to ask the question that hung between them. His nerves grew in equal measure.

"Have you..." she stopped, panic and curiousity warring within her. Finally her eyes raised to meet his in a sudden boldness that took her, "ever tasted the sweet lips of a maiden in a pasionate kiss before?"

He blinked and the chalice slowly slipped from his parted lips. As if ankther force took hold of her, she was unable to stop.

"All your thoughts surrendered... beneath the scorching touch of lovers hands upon you?" She breathed

His head listed and his eyes widened slightly catching the glittering light of the fire, they glowed with their own golden, silver light as his gaze fixed on her with unwavering focus. Panic suddenly replaced her unexpected confidence and she withdrew, regretting her boldness in asking such a brazen question. Just as she could not take the silence anymore, Aegnor leaned forward, bringing his face closer to hers.

"The rule was only one question... that was two questions you asked," he purred softly.

Trembling, she awaited her answer. His soft smile slowly faded, replaced by an intense smoulder. His eyes fell upon his cup of elvish wine nesting in his hands. He gently swirled the rich liquid around inside, as if carefully considering his words. Andreth could only wait with a patience she did not have.

"Yes..." his soft reply, barely a mumble, flowed from his lips like butter. His answer hung between them, stilling the air with a heavy silence. Finally, his eyes lifted to meet hers again. He leaned in again, "and yes..."

A ghostly gasp barely brushed her lips, her body tingled with electrifying charges. Her cheeks, red and hot, burned like flame. Her mouth pulled into a blushing lasvicious grin, one she tried to hide. In an almost childlike wonder, she swiftly extended her hands once again expressing her eagerness for another round and another chance at winning her prize. Highly amused, a chuckle burst from his nostrils, shattering his carefully held composer. The elvish wine slowly chipping away at his heavily guarded reserves. He lifted his cup and took a slow, deliberate drink. Each intoxicating gulp dulled his sences, lulling him with its comforting glow. As his head back tilted further and further, he showed Andreth a glimpse of his true nature. The full display of his taut elven throat glistened in the warm light, a sight that utterly captured her attention. She watched as his throat contracting and relaxing with every greedy gulp. When he had claimed every last drop from his cup, he set it down and regarded her with a sleepy, sultry gaze and extended his palms.

"You challenged me with two questions, and I granted you the knowledge of both. And so, I shall respond in kind," he declared confidently, his words infused with a unguarded playfulness, "two questions, two answers, to the victor shall go the spoils," he murmured

As the final round commenced, an air of determination enveloped them both, their eyes locked in a gaze that transcended mere competition. Andreth's gaze rose, meeting Aegnor's penetrating stare, and within their depths, she was captivated by a kaleidoscope of colours. The roaring fire cast its golden light, casting a soft, flickering dance of shadows upon his visage. She felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that there were untold secrets concealed within him she longed to uncover.

Lost in the depths of their silent exchange, Andreth's attention was drawn to the sensation of slow, warmth enveloping her fingers. His fingertips danced along the folds of her fingers, a tender caress, and she witnessed the slow intertwining, and his hand clasped hers in a gentle squeeze, melding their palms together. Their breaths slowed, synchronizing in rhythm, their hearts pounding within them. Yet, Andreth, overwhelmed with emotion, withdrew from his hold, jerking her hand away as tears spilled from her eyes.

"Andreth?" he whispered tenderly.

"You have won, Aegnor," she smiled, utterly overwhelmed, her tears staining her face. "Ask your final two questions, and just as promised, I will answer them,"

Gazing deeply into her eyes, absorbing every detail of her face, Aegnor paused for a lingering moment, then slowly, raising his hand, he caressed the contours of her face in a light, flirtatious gesture of adoration.

"Are you certain, Andreth?" he asked.

"yes," she replied.

Aegnor finally asked, "My first question..," he paused for thought, "is akin to yours,"

She shook her head quietly, "no..." she whispered, "my my lips and my body are untouched by any man. All hopeful to claim me, I have rejected. All for the sake of one who has captured my heart and no other will I suffer," she paused, her heart pounding, "and it is you, Aegnor,"

A silence unfolded between them as the roar of the flame blew. He took her hand and pulled it close to his chest. He looked behind his shoulder to an area that led out of the camp and into the dark, silent surrounding trees. He turned back, rebellious locks of glistening gold bangs streaked over his eyes, glinting with anticipation. His upper lip drawing into a barely contained, anticipating smile.

Andreth observed the darkness and grew tense. Aegnor, sensing her hesitation, reassured her fears, "fear not the cloak of darkness Andreth, you are with me," he whispered, "have I not proven to you that I am more than capable of protecting you?"

She released a deep, trembling sigh. "Though the darkness will always frighten me, I place my complete trust in you, Aegnor," she trembled with anticipation, "lead the way,"

Aegnor led them away from the encampment, the night's chill enveloping them instantly. Andreth instinctively pulled her arms into her body, seeking warmth. In the pure darkness, illuminated only by the ethereal glow of pale starlight, Aegnor, his hand in hers, guided them through the thick forest. He pulled her deeper into the woods, his other hand resting on the sward at his hip, ready to defend his lady from any sudden movement. Finally, they came to the shore of the lake. The water's surface glistened with twinkling starlight, captivating their gazes.

Unable to resist the shimmering lake's allure, Andreth pulled from Aegnor's gentle grasp and extended her hand, dipping it into the celestial waters. The icy touch jolted through her fingertips, the ripples cascading over reflected stars—a mesmerizing dance of light. As she knelt, her black hair veiled starlight gleaming on the reflective surfaces, seeming to hold a star entwined in her glorious locks.

Beholding the sight, Aegnor's breath left his body entirely. More beautiful, she seemed to him than any elven princess his eyes ever witnessed. Andreth slowly rose, gracing Aegnor with a serene smile revealing the intense longing in his soul to merge with hers—a sensation blending profound agony and exquisite bliss unlike anything before.

"What is your final question, Aegnor?" Her siren-like voice called directly to him, bewitching in its charm. His silence in beholding her was telling, for in that moment, he was utterly bereft of words and of thought.

She stepped closer closing the space between them with a boldness she knew not she had. Her hungry eyes, black as a night without stars locked in his. His tense fingers raised to her head and combed down her beautiful, black veil of hair. She heard the soft trembles in his breath, their hearts racing in perfecr harmony, he finally spoke

"Beautiful Andreth... how you have enthralled me. Do you willingly accept my heart, and my lips... in return for yours? Laying down all guard and glory to my authoriry, for all eternity,"

"Yes," was the purr from her mouth between parted lips. Breaths entwined and mingled in the gentle air and finally, Aegnors lips enveloped hers as tender as rain drops on velvet petals. All that could be heard was the ghostly tremble of Andreth gasping as elven lips closed around hers in a breathless kiss. Her body felt limp, wrapped in his embrace. At first it was soft and tender, barely a peck. He broke from her lips and the deep rumbles of his breath vibrated from deep in his throat. Then, Andreth felt a warm, large hand clasping the slender collumn of her throat both passionately and possessively. She yielded completely to his hold, her eyes daring him. Then, Aegnor cast off all inhabitions and claimed her mouth entirely in a deep and passionate kiss. Cresting waves of intense pleasure, sensations never known before, crashed through them, taking them away in their currents. They surrendered their very depths.

She nestled delicately into his chest as he cradled her in his arms, their souls entwined in the tapestries of newfound love. Aegnor revelled in this ethereal elation, determined to protect their bond with unwavering resolve. Finrod's words of encouragement resonated like a resounding bell in his mind, fuelling his determination to embrace this love within his heart. From that moment on, he would destroy anything that threatened to tear them asunder. He would fight for her. He would die for her, and no force was going to take her away from him.

Overwhelmed with love, they embraced and kissed, this time without reserve. Their joyous laughter echoing through the encompassing darkness of the trees. A solitary figure stood cloaked in shadow, a witness to their union. Soon, they departed, returning to the security and the warmth of the camp. Blissfully unaware of his presence.

Finrod, his face drained of colour, his eyes brimming with tears of profound sadness watched in anguish. The torment of despair bore down upon him, and he pressed his forehead against a nearby tree. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with his deep, sorrowful sobs. The distant rumble of thunder bellowed from the sky. An omen that rattled the heavens. Foreshadowing the doom that would befall such a love. Aegnor's fate seemed sealed, and Finrod shouldered the burden of blame entirely. He had failed his beloved brother, ensnared him in a trap from which there would be no escape.

"How could I have been so foolish... how had I not foreseen this?" His own thoughts scolded him.

Thanks to Aegnor's gift of stealth, silently and effortlessly, they slipped back into the bustling encampment, their return unnoticed amidst the enchanting revelry of the dance. Suddenly, a mellifluous voice resonated through the air, cutting through the jubilant melodies.

"Sister!" Bregor's deep, velvety tones called out, carrying a sense of urgency. He hastened towards them, his steps propelled by a mixture of concern and eagerness. "Andreth! I have been tirelessly searching for you. Were you in the company of Lord Aegnor all this while?"

A fleeting exchange of glances between Aegnor and Andreth ignited a delicate blush upon their cheeks, and their laughter intertwined, echoing in harmonious unison. "What is it that you seek, dear Bregor?" Andreth jested, her mirth dancing upon her lips.

"A dance!" Bregor exclaimed with radiant affection, his eyes brimming with warmth. "Variel is indisposed, and we are all aware of Beryl's two left feet and lack of grace!"

Nodding appreciatively, she gracefully departed from his side, seamlessly merging into the sea of bodies swaying in a symphony of elegance. Bregor lingered behind.

"Aegnor," Bregor spoke. "I am not ignorant of the depth of affection you carry for my sister, and it extends beyond mere companionship. You are utterly enamoured with her." Aegnor, ever composed and resolute, met Bregor's gaze with unwavering sincerity, his eyes unblinking and steadfast. In that unspoken moment, a subtle nod affirmed the truth of Bregor's words, solidifying the unspoken bond between them.

"I confess, my love for the maiden transcends beyond the boundaries of Arda," Aegnor admitted softly, his words laced with tenderness. A gracious smile graced Bregor's countenance.

"Ah, I have long perceived its depth," Bregor nodded, his smile suffused with affectionate understanding. "Among all men, none could rival you as a noble match for my cherished sister. Aegnor, rest assured that you possess my wholehearted approval, and my eternal blessing," As he spoke, Bregor's hand found its place upon Aegnor's solid shoulder, a firm grip that conveyed both brotherly acceptance and trust.

Aegnor responded with a subtle, gracious nod. He watched as Bregor departed, making his way towards Andreth, who awaited him at a modest distance. Aegnor's gaze remained serene as he beheld the ethereal sight of his beloved, gracefully moving in tandem with her brother, her dance embodying the effortless elegance of a dove suspended in mid-flight

As he stood there, immersed in her beauty, a familiar presence approached beside him. Aegnor could discern the identity without needing to meet the figure's gaze. An offering was extended—a goblet brimming with wine—yet Aegnor chose to disregard it. His gaze was unbreaking from the flurry of dancers. A veil of shame and remorse shadowed the countenance of the offering, revealing the depths of his regret.

"Please forgive me, Aegnor," he begged. Aegnor's gaze finally met his, revealing eyes marred by the scars of wounded pride and simmering anger. "I spoke out of turn and out of my spite. I know of the wounds you content with. Never will I speak of them again."

Angrod's pleading gaze and vulnerable words broke Aegnor's hardened yet fragile gaze. The ire in Aegnor's eyes yielded to a serene lucidity, a tranquil understanding. A gentle smile graced his lips, and a single fragile tear cascaded down his cheek.

In that moment, a tender gesture unfolded between the two brothers. Angrod extended a soothing touch, his hand gliding tenderly over Aegnor's head, offering solace and reassurance. Aegnor, his heart buoyed by the warmth of that affectionate gesture, reciprocated with a playful nudge, gently deflecting his brother's hand. Smiling with playful embarrassment.

"When the war has abated, there lies a revelation I long to share with you," Aegnor declared, his voice carrying an air of anticipation.

"Aegnor, could it have finally come to be? Has an elusive enchantress finally ensnared your heart!?" Angrod exclaimed, his eyes alight with a contagious fervour.

Bestowing upon Angrod a lingering, teasing smile, Aegnor withdrew from him, leaving his question unanswered, plunging Angrod into a state of delightful suspense. Eagerly, Angrod pursued his brother, his unspoken demand for an answer palpable in the air.

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Chapter End Notes

Thank you all who have enjoyed part 1 of this tale. I will be uploading part 2 in the coming week.