One Flesh, One Soul. Part 2 by FellFireFan  

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Ice and Fire, Secret Lovers.

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VALINOR

(YEAR OF THE TREES)

 

 The silvery water glittered in the pale light, a spectacular fountain took the centre of a vast and breath taking courtyard in the palace of Tirion. The flowers glowed with swarms of fireflies. Their pale green lanterns dancing like glittering emeralds in the cool night air. A lone figure stood between gossamer sheets that swayed in the gentle wind. His long floor length hair shined with gold and silver hues decorated in fine braids and jewels.

Finarfin took in the whole his kingdom, perched within a palace window. Tirion had never seemed so quiet. In his large ringed hands, a chalice sat snuggly. Steam swirled from its brim and he lifted it to his full, smooth lips and sipped. Behind him, an elven lady appeared, draped in fine white silk. A thin, gossamer hood sat loosely over her head. Her face, more perfect and beautiful than all the stars in the night sky. Serenely, she approached her husband and stood beside him. Her voice, like summer rain upon a thread of silk.

("The night calls forth the shadows to dance. Even the owls halt their voices in reverence.")

Eärwen turned to her beloved. Her eyes shimmered like stars in the Telperion's ghostly glow. ("Sorrow weighs heavy upon our sons, my heart fears that fate will devide their paths forever,") she murmured, her voice a gentle lament.

("Finrod possesses wisdom, Angrod bears resolve, and Aegnor wields strength. We must place our trust in their choices now. No longer can we steer their fates,") Finarfin replied, his voice tender, as soothing as the first snowfall of winter.

("It is not Finrod or Angrod that troubles my spirit, beloved,") Eärwen said, her starlit visage turning once more to the window's embrace. Slowly, Finarfin's gaze followed, his head tilting with grace to regard her.

("How long shall I endure the torment of watching our son Aegnor returned to us, escorted by a barrage of guards? These nightly absences grow heavier upon my heart, a burden too great to bear. Where he ventures, we know not. When I dare to inquire, his words elude my grasp. This wound festers within me, a sorrow I can scarcely endure. The path before him will be filled with pain and suffering, I feel it in my heart, I read it in the stars. Aegnor will be far from our grasp... and nigh return to us forever more!")

Gently, he pulled his beloved wife into a tender embrace and she nestled her head into his sculpted shoulder. His eyes bore into the distance. Silently praying to the Valar to reveal the answer. Their siluetes, bathed in the light if the Telperion, locked in a serene embrace as the wind swayed the shimmering fabric of their mantles.

 

The land shook with the rumble of hooves. A horse flew through the air like a spectral spirit. Atop its back, its hooded elven rider draped all in black soared with ferocious speed in an effort to evade the guards hot on his pursuit. This had become a regular dance of familiar pattern. Always they would loose him for to swift and clean he was upon horseback. When the echoes of voices and clanking of armour had faded to a silence, only then did he slow to silent trot. Careful to only stick to grassy pastures. A familiar path he had mapped out only in his memory, hidden away and most importantly, deathly quiet. Silently, he made it to his destination. A large house met his gaze. His eyes scoped every window and crevice, all shut firmly closed say for only one, perched at the very top floor. Its beautiful, elven decorated shutters unlatched and wide open. 

He removed his thick hood and quietly dismounted. His silver capped elven boots meeting the ground with a soft crunch. His eyes fixed intently on the opened window. Slowly he picked up a pebble and with deadly accuracy, he hurled it into the open space and waited, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Finally, after a while of silent tension a figure appeared in the window, draped in a long modest house cloak that covered every inch of her skin and tied around her curvaceous figure. She gazed down at her night time elven visitor with silent curiosity. Then without a word, she turned. Returning to the comfort of her home with indifference. He smiled and began to climb the wall of the manor, knowing exactly where to put his feet so not to make any sound. Reaching the window, he swooped one leg over the windowsill and into the room, quietly closing the shutters behind him. Giving the couple complete privacy.

("Tonight is not the night, you should go before you are seen here,") she spoke to him with indifference as she poured herself a drink, not turning to him.

("You do not wish my company? Is that what you said to me the last night?") he smirked. His voice laced with seductive, dark mirth. Finally, she turned and met his gaze, her serene expression toying with him.

("My father will find you...")

("Your father is not here. His horse is missing.") He smouldered, stepping closer. She turned away again.

("Why have you come, Aegnor?") She asked coldly, ("you know this will lead to no good deed, how many more times must I watch as you flee my home after the palace guards come looking for you,")

("They do not dictate my step! I go where it pleases me!") He scoffed.

("Then you are a fool to come here,") she replied coldly as she plumped down upon her golden vanity desk and picked up her hair comb.

Slowly he approached her as she gazed into her mirror. He plucked the comb from her fine hand and placed it down. He gently collected her luscious golded hair and pulled it back, exposing the fine curves of her long neck. Warm fingers encircled the pale elegant column with a velvet touch. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head and gasped softly. Her resolve quickly melting.

("Shall I go?") He murmured.

Quickly, she stood and turned. The force of her sudden movement knocking the chair over as it thudded upon the floor. Their eyes locked with electric tension. She parted her gown from her shoulders. The soft material fell gracefully to the stone floor, wrinkling around her feet, revealing nothing beneath. As she stood naked before him, tension in their smouldering gaze rose. Then, they suddenly seized one another, locking in a heated and rapid kiss. They gasped and breathed, soft tongues melding between yielding lips and they tasted each others kiss.

Aegnor hoisted her up upon him, spreading her thighs wide to straddle his waist, he pressed her against the wall. Ornaments fell and crashed upon the floor as if bowing to their searing passion. With nimble fingers, she pulled at his clothes, yanking the burdensome fabric from his skin, desperate to feel it's touch upon hers. Suddenly there was a loud rattle at the door.

("Lady Eldalótë! We were alerted by the disturbance! Are you in need of assistance?") An alarmed voice of a servant called from behind the door.

Utterly unphased by the interruption, Aegnor grabbed her naked body and carried her to the bed, throwing the elf maiden upon it, but she was one one to be directed and she pulled him down but his loosened threads, swiftly mounting Aegnor like a steed to be ridden, pinning him down between her splayed thighs.

("All is well, return to your task!") She called out breathlessly to the voice.

The light from beneath the door disapeared and once more, the room was cloaked in the soft, pale glow. Slowly, with unhurried delight, she began rocking, moving upon him with rising desire. She flicked her long, golden hair.

("O' beautiful prince! Your throbbing member... it makes me tremble... how may I please it?") She moaned, licking her lips.

He lifted his arms and curled them around his head in a relaxed pose, ("Fair lady... your lips are soft as the rose and your tongue, a velvet stroke. I trust you know know what I need,") he murmured in reply.

Her grin widened with electrifying delight and readily, she fulfilled his desires.

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The first morning rays of Laurelin peered in through the canopy. Aegnor and Eldalótë moved between the sheets, their naked bodies melding together with unhurried comfort and leisurely pleasure. Sheets bundled from a night spent in blissful heat, the pleasure from their sated carnal tryst still lingering.

As the golden light from the great tree illuminated the room, Eldalótë lay upon her back in an open and comfortable pose as Aegnor sprawled upon her. His fingers folding around her yielding, voluptuous breasts. Soft, low rumbles of comfort and pleasure vibrated from his throat as he suckled lazily on her warm, moistened teet. Yet, Eldalótë's mind was far elsewhere. Her gaze distant and hollow as she listened to the songs of the birds outside.

("Ah Eldalótë,") He sighed, deep and fully gratified, ("Your body is a delight from the devine... your breasts alone enthrall me!") Eldalótë sighed longingly. The sound was enough to pull Aegnor from his carnal feast. His eyes searching hers as he looked up.

("What is wrong?") He huffed.

("Tis nothing,") she grumbled.

With one finger on her face, he pulled her gaze back to meet his. ("It is more than nothing. Tell me what has upset you,") he purred softly. The gentle song of the birds flirted with the air outside, she passed him a soft, yet tense look.

("The celebrational gathering on the betrothal of Prince Turgon. All the high Noldorin society of Tirion will be attending, seeing that he is your cousin, I assume you also will be going?") She mumbled quietly.

("How did you learn of that?") He asked slowly, his eyes staring down at her.

("It matters not, however... It is my desire that I attend also... as your formal companion,") She replied hopefully

Aegnor laughed, his mirth filling the room.

("What amuses you?") She retorted

("I am sorry!") He chortled, ("I am sorry Eldalótë, I mean not to laugh only... you are not Noldorin! The idea that you should be seen mingling with the nobles of high Noldorin society, for a Vanyarin, it is simply not done!") He chirped.

("Is not the bride to be also of the Vanyar? Why is her presence welcome while mine is not?") She argued.

("She is the bride, and the future wife to Turgon! How would her presence not be welcome?") Aegnor countered.

With a pensive sigh, she turned away. Her hardened gaze searching the sunlight.

("Eldalótë,") Aegnor purred his voice like velvet, ("you are beautiful beyond words, you need not burden yourself with official presentations. As a prince of the realm I am forced to attend. However, I'd much prefer to be here, conversing with this icy beauty while her mouth sets my body aflame,")

Bending in, his lips pressed against her sensitive ear and down the fine curve of her slender neck. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing deepened.

"Mmmnh" she moaned hungrily as his warm, moist tongue licked her ear with sultry lust.

("Then... perhaps we can... come to a mutual agreement,") she huffed through breathless sighs. Aegnor stopped and saught her gaze again.

("Mutual agreement?") He repeated, his brow furrowed with subtle suspicion and a hint of curiousity. ("If you think I am going to honor the wager I lost and ride to the palace, drunk and utterly unclad, I beg you think again!") He uttered

She laughed maniacally.

("Do not laugh at me!") Aegnor cried.

("Nay, Nay! Though nothing would bring me more delight, it is not what I intend to ask!") She giggled

("Then speak and be done with it, or I leave right this moment!") Aegnor grumbled.

She stretched out before him invitingly, teasing him with her sensual body.

("Since the moment we met, many, many nights we spent in this way. Though I have enjoyed every one, I now am ready to embrace it to the full,") she murmured softly, inviting him in.

("I do not understand what you are asking of me,") he replied, his eyes narrowing.

("Join your hroä with mine, this very moment Aegnor. Enter within me and merge our feäs together as husband and wife. I am ready to embrace this new chapter with you in marital union,") she purred, her fingers messaging his lower back.

Aegnor immediately straightened up, looming over her sprawled form.

("Join hroäs with you!? Without wedded ceremony and familial witnesses!?") He exclaimed, shocked, "do you even understand what it is you are asking!?"

("I am no longer content to linger in the shadows as your side conquer, Aegnor! Too long I have waited for you to make the announcement and I tire of your dismissal every time I speak of this wanton need!") She cried, ("can you not see how I ache for you, how I long to be consumed by you.. why wait when we can have it all now, in this moment!") She murmured.

Her hands stroked his narrow hips. A silent plea to bring them closer to hers. Aegnor pushed her hands away with one swipe, his eyes boring into her.

("Eldalótë, it is forbidden! The shame it would bring to my family will be too great, knowing I surrendered myself to this without seeking their council or giving formal announcement!") He said firmly.

("Then announce it!") She retorted,("proclaim our betrothal and publicly acknowledge our intention to wed this very day!")

("No!") He barked and slipped off the rumbled sheets, his feet finding the cold stone ground and began to dress. His muscles rippled with every pull at his clothing. Eldalótë rose, covering her body with the wrinkled sheets and sat beside him.

("Aegnor... My feä has called out to you. I am powerless to stop it. My feelings for you are beyond mere fancy. I am drawn to you with powers beyond all control,") she muttered.

("You desired me, remember that!") Aegnor sneered,("your feelings, I do not decide nor control!")

("Nor do I! Why must you be so selfish?")

("Selfish?!") Aegnor yelled, shooting to his feet, ("are you not the one who flaunts your beauty as some weapon to bewitch me  only to make demands I am incapable of honouring?! Do you not willingly surrender to the heat between us time and again, when you have every power and opportunity to send me away?! How dare you defame my character when you are no better than I!")

("My beauty is to flaunt as I desire! You also wanted me! We were both like moths to each others flame and so quickly we were consumed! You are no innocent in this! At first I was content with this secret arrangement, the thrill of being the object of your scorching passion, for I held on to a promise of recieving your undying affections, merging our hroä's and feäs as one in marital union! You are not the only one who seeks me Aegnor! I have many suitors eager to court me in the proper manner!")

Aegnor scoffed brazenly.

("Oh I am aware of them Eldalótë! I watch as they come with gifts and prophetic words in the hopes that your feä reaches for them, yet every night when I come, you submit your body to me readily and with little persuasion! Granting your delights to my eyes as you would a willing husband! So why should it matter to me?") He boasted

("Because one such is your own brother, Angrod!") She barked out, as if unable to halt her words. Aegnor paused, his eyes glowing an ominous light.

("What did you say?") He asked slowly.

Her breaths trembling quietly, she continued, ("Angrod... he has sent word to my father seeking permission to court me, and my father has agreed. He has arranged for me to meet with him this very day,")

There was another tense silence. Aegnor's hands slowly tightened into a pensive fist. His graze dropped to the floor, his brow furrowing with deep hurt.

("Angrod... Angrod desires you...,") he muttered helplessly, as if his own mind could not process the very words he was speaking.

("Aegnor... do you see now the urgency of our predicament? If you do not join with me in hroä to hröa now, or make an announcement by mid day this very morning, or you will lose me forever! For Angrod is a worthy match for someone as I, and your own brother. I would be foolish to reject his affections.")

Seeing his heartbreaking expression, she slowly stood and tenderly touched his arm.

("I understand this is difficult for you, Aegnor. I know that within your heart, you will choose me. We can resist this path,") she whispered.

She dropped the bed sheets that she held around her. Her glistening skin and unclad form standing in the golden light, as if to pursuade him into surrender. Then, in a gentle hold, she took his palm in her soft hand and held it to her breast. His fingers encircled the yielding, soft flesh.

("Put your hands upon me Aegnor, Feel how my hröa trembles for your touch. Let us join in ecstacy, my love, and release within my body, at last. Merging our feäs and Hroäs in blissful union,") She whispered softly.

She leaned in, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her violet lips touched his, melding into a kiss. Slowly, as if controlled by a force not in his command, Aegnor's arms vained around her back. His lips taut and unyielding as his pensive kiss slowly responded to her soft and surrendered mouth, eager for him to succumb to their lust only for Aegnor to suddenly he yanked himself free from her seductive spell and violently pushed her away.

("Get away from me! Do not trespass upon me ever!") He screamed

His loud roar alerted the servants who footsteps echoed closer from outside the chamber.

("You will regret this!") She scorned him, her voice laced with righteous venom. She screamed, her pitched, ear piercing shrill cracked the air. Aegnor swiftly unlatched the shutters and leaped through without any care to planning his route down. He fell from a height, landing painfully upon the ground with a heavy thump. His sharp, bellowing cry of agony alerted yet more servants, eager to sieze the intruder. Ignoring the shooting agony in his body, Aegnor leapt to his feet with agility only capable of the eldar and grabbed his horse, awaiting patiently on its master. He rode with furious speed, escaping the servants in hot pursuit. With his superior riding skills, he swiftly outpaced them and gained a lengthy distance. By the bright rays of Laurelin, Aegnor made his journey home, his mind deeply troubled by the events of the previous night.

("Angrod... my brother. I will not compete with you nor will I deny you the happiness you deserve. The Valar know... I am I am deserving of none of it, and never shall I be,") His voice echoed in his ears as his heart sank deep within. 

 

The New World

 

In the weeks that followed the welcoming of Aegnor and Andreth's newborn son, there was much to be celebrated, and Angrod and Eldalótë stayed close by to render their assistance when needed. Their experience in raising their own son Orodreth was of great use to Andreth, who was frail from the events following the birth, but none the less joyful. Aegnor tended to her every need. Every morning, she would wake up to the song of the morning birds, wrapped in her husbands arms. She had never felt so cherished, loved, and utterly content. He would comb her long hair while she fed their cooing babe from her breast. It was a ritual that had become a daily part of their lives.

Aegnor was merry and filled with joy at having his brother by his side once more. They would leave together to go on long rides, just as they once did in Dorthonion, exploring the new world together and would not return until dawn on some days. It did not go unnoticed by Andreth the shift in Aegnor's mood when Eldalótë would appear unaccompanied by Angrod. Switching suddenly from warm and gentle to cold and distant. Well attuned to Aegnor's shifting moods, Andreth suspected some tainted history between them. But she knew better than to question him on it and would speak, not a word to him on the matter. Choosing to focus on her precious child. the evidence of her Union with Aegnor.

Still, As the night drew in, she would miss the carefree nights of blissful passion with Aegnor, surrendering to their desire for one another, wild and unhindered. His possessive touches, his intoxicating kiss. As he lay sleeping beside her, she gazed into his face. Their noses barely graze. Her fingertip caressed the delicate curves of his soft lips, tracing a line along their plump, velvet surface, desiring them always. His eyes, opened in a waking dream, stared into hers. But his mind was lost, deep in his elvish dreams, fast asleep. She sighed quietly and longingly, rolling onto her back. Her arms stretched around her head, her mind unsettled.

Upon the verdant banks of the flowing stream, Eldalótë, clad in a mantle of refined, silvery splendour, glided forth with the regal bearing of an Elven queen adorned in grace and finery. There she espied Angrod, her beloved, reclining at ease after a triumphant night of the hunt alongside Aegnor. Sensing her approach through their fëa-bond, he turned and met her gaze, the golden strands of his smoothed hair shimmering in the dappled sunlight that danced upon the water's surface behind him. A sweet, tender smile blossomed upon his countenance, beckoning her to draw nearer.

With gentle poise, Angrod shifted from the blanket on which he reclined, settling himself upon the earthy ground beside it, that Eldalótë might take her place at his side. In an aura of serene tranquillity, she approached and nestled close to him.

"Aegnor is the finest hunter I have ever known, far surpassing even mine own skill," Angrod remarked with pride. "The bounty he has brought for his son is a true feast!" Yet his joyful words met with a wall of cold silence from Eldalótë.

"Beloved, why does your fair face bear a gloomy mien this morn?" he queried gently.

"The air of this strange place has laid a foul burden upon my ever-restless thoughts," she whispered, her firm yet fragile gaze locked within his own. "Our purpose here is now fulfilled - how much longer do you intend to linger?"

Angrod corrected her tenderly, "Aegnor has need of me still. I do not mean to abandon him now, as you knew ere we departed the fair lands of Valinor."

A sigh escaped Eldalótë's lips, her breath clouding the morning mist. "Forgive me, my husband. My mind wanders far from this place." Her voice was timid and soft. "Often do I stray amidst the trees, seeking a peace that eludes me. Though this humble abode possesses a certain charm and simplicity, it is hardly befitting the dwelling of nobility. Yet my distress is fleeting, for it is the gentle, kind Andreth who has welcomed me into her home with open arms. For her sake, I am content to remain here awhile longer."

Angrod's visage bore a tender expression, and their eyes locked in a timeless gaze brimming with an effusion of love that seemed to transcend the bounds of their mortal existence. In that moment, as Eldalótë beheld his face, uncertain emotions unfolded within her. His countenance mirrored that of Aegnor, a reflection so strikingly similar that it stirred her heart like a raging storm that was both angry, yet... wanting. Unearthing wounds long-buried.

In Aegnor - a wildfire coursed through his veins, a manner so unbecoming of their kind, a raw and unrefined aspect that had once pulled her in so deeply.

Her violet lips trembled, laden with unspoken longings. Ere long, she broke free of his spell. Yet she could never shake such an elf from her mind so easily.

Angrod sensed a distress in her through their feä-bond and tenderly, he reached out to his beloved wife. Soothing her with a comforting caress on her snow white cheek. She past him a serene smile, her eyes studying every part of his features.

("Kiss me, my husband...") she murmured ("Let me feel your lips again. Like the kiss we shared during the rainstorm. The moment my feä leapt for you!")

With measured refinement, Angrod inclined his head toward hers. His lips, warm and tender, closed around hers in a serene, gentle kiss. She tingled with love as they lingered. It was sweet and chaste. Far removed from a likeness of Aegnor. This she had come to greatly love in Angrod. She savoured the sweetness shared between them.

Slowly, their lips parted, and her eyes opened. She feigned a smile that masked her deep sadness. He bore Aegnors memorable lips, but spark that set her ablaze was not there. The velvet caress, nor the lingering taste of rich wine.

She sighed, unable to hide her frustration.

"Thank you... Angrod" she muttered and stood to leave.

"Andreth has came to me, requesting I take her on our next hunt!" He called out.

Not turning back, Eldalótë's cold hands clenched into tight balls. "You will keep Aegnor and the babe company for a while in that time."

Without offering a response, she left him by the bank. Storming off into the trees for a long reconciliation with herself.