Of the Fountain
By Zhie
Contact Email: zhiester@gmail.com
Beta: Nuinzilien
Main Characters/Pairings: Ecthelion/OFC, Glorfindel,
Angrod, Aegnor
Raiting: NC17
Summary: Ecthelion goes hunting.
Original Request:
Requested Pairing = Ecthelion/OFC , Celegorm/OFC, Beleg/OFC,
Maglor/OFC Items/Rating Requested = Any rating is great! LACE-free is
highly encouraged ;) If possible I would love to see stories before the
Noldor went into exile, or in Beleg's case, before the Noldor returned.
:) A high rating is great, but I love romance as well. Or Angst, drama,
hurt/comfort....
Please DO NOT include = I don't like stories that have incest in
them.
A warm breeze brought the indication of it being a pleasant day.
Ecthelion pushed back the curtains of the large window, allowing the
rays of far-reaching Laurelin to flood the bedroom. Below, peddlers
wheeled carts of fresh flowers and baked goods down the cobblestone
street. Ecthelion breathed in deeply and smiled at his good fortune of a
day off. Normally, he helped his father, either in the workshop where
crystal goblets and pitchers and other such things were made, or in the
little store at the front of their house where such things were sold.
Today, his father was entertaining friends from Taniquetil.
He bathed and dressed quickly, but was stopped by his mother on his
way down the stairs. "One of your father's friends brought his son
along, and he is just about your age. Be a good host and take him with
you."
"Naneth, I am on my way to go hunting with my friends,"
protested Ecthelion.
His mother linked her arm with his and led him the rest of the way
down the stairs. "He can go hunting with you."
Ecthelion rolled his eyes. "If he is a Vanya, I doubt he even
knows how to shoot a bow. I did not think any of them ate meat. He will
probably cry if we shoot a deer."
"Hush. I am sure he would rather go with you than stay here with
us, discussing the stuffy, boring things old folk do." She brought
her son into the main room, where a dozen or so elves were conversing.
His father was easy to spot among them, with his dark hair a contrast to
the others, whose fair complexions and hair gave them away as Vanyarin
cousins from the north.
The conversations paused when on e of the ladies interrupted with,
"Oh, is that your little Ecthelion? My, how he has grown up!"
Proper introductions followed, with the final one being to a very
young ellon who looked to be not quite at his majority yet. "Glorfindel,
Ecthelion has offered to take you along when he goes hunting this
morning."
"Oh, I would hate to impose," replied Glorfindel, though
the look in his eyes was more along the lines of 'Please, get me out of
here!'
"No bother. I have an extra bow you can use. Come on."
Ecthelion said farewell to his parents, and then motioned for Glorfindel
to follow him.
While Ecthelion retrieved the weapons from a shed behind the house,
Glorfindel apologized for his presence. "I overheard the
conversation with your mother. I would be content to amuse myself here
in the city, and tonight when you return we can just say I went with
you."
"No, come along, it will be fun." Ecthelion shut the door
of the shed and held the extra bow and a quiver to Glorfindel, who took
the items cautiously. As Ecthelion fastened his quiver to his back,
Glorfindel examined the device. "May I assume you have never gone
hunting before?"
Glorfindel nodded. "I do eat meat, but I have never gone
hunting. My father wanted me to wait until after my majority."
"Here, you might as well learn now. Then you can concentrate on
more important things when you hit fifty." Ecthelion showed
Glorfindel how to adjust the quiver and how to hold the bow. "If we
have a chance, we will stop somewhere to let you take some practice
shots."
The two departed for the house of Finarfin. Ecthelion was mostly
silent, learning quickly that Glorfindel was quite the talkative fellow.
For one so young, he was well-traveled, and spoke excitedly about the
many places he had been and those he had met.
As they approached the gilded gates of Finarfin's house, Glorfindel
paused his story and waved. Ecthelion looked to see who was down the
path and watched as Angrod and Aegnor approached them, waving back to
Glorfindel. "Oh, do you know them?" questioned Ecthelion as
the pair of brothers approached.
"I am related to them, actually. Their grandmother and my own
are sisters, so we are not so distant cousins."
" I see." They halted and waited for the brothers to arrive
where they were. "Good morning," shouted Ecthelion when they
were not too far off. "Has Finrod overslept?"
"He is helping Father today," replied Angrod after
returning the greeting. "It is only Aegnor and myself, I am
afraid."
"Ah." Ecthelion chuckled when he observed them. "It
looks as if neither of you is fully awake; you have forgotten your gear
for hunting."
Aegnor shook his head. "Nay, we left it behind. There is a
festival going on in the east market all day."
Before Ecthelion could ask what difference it made that there was a
festival occurring when they planned to go hunting together, Glorfindel
was already listing the advantages of attending a festival versus
hunting. Not wanting to be impolite to a guest, Ecthelion allowed
himself to be swept along with them and into the crowd at the market
square when they arrived. Indeed, there was much excitement, which
Ecthelion would have enjoyed had he not been weighed down by his hunting
gear.
An hour after they were there, Glorfindel began to shift around
uncomfortably, for he was much less used to the quiver and to keeping
the bow from knocking into things. Consequently, Ecthelion offered to
watch the items while the others enjoyed themselves, leaving him sitting
on the edge of the fountain in one of the alcoves of the marketplace.
There were many who passed by, and some who took up residence on one
of the many benches surrounding the fountain, but none dared join
Ecthelion until a young lady sat down to rest. She was not so very
different from most Noldorin ladies his age: dark hair, dark eyes,
flowing tresses and gown that dipped at the neckline, just enough to be
alluring, yet still remain tasteful. She watched the parade in the
distance for a bit while he discretely watched her, and then turned to
him and asked, "Did you win those?"
She was looking at the bows that were propped up against his leg, and
he answered, "No, I brought them with me."
"Oh." She turned once more to observe the band marching
down the street in the distance before turning back to him. "I only
asked because there was a booth with a strength game where you could win
one, and I thought perhaps you had played it and won."
"I doubt I could win one of those," he said, immediately
wanting to kick himself for it.
The lady smiled. "You look like you could have. So, what are you
doing with all of that, if you do not mind my asking."
"I was going to go hunting," he told her, wondering what
else one would possibly do with such things.
"Oh. I see. Pardon me, but you looked a little overly prepared
to be going hunting."
Ecthelion sighed. "I was supposed to go with some friends, but
they dragged me here instead. Now I am stuck watching all of this while
they have fun."
"I know the feeling. My sisters brought me to appease my mother,
but as soon as we arrived they told me not to bother them and to stay
out of their way. Neither of them really likes me that much," she
admitted.
"I am sorry to hear that. You seem very nice to me. They
obviously have bad taste," said Ecthelion.
The lady smiled. "It seems you have rather good taste
yourself." She held out her gloved hand and said, "I am
Celussė."
Ecthelion took hold of her hand and lifted it to kiss the back of it.
"Ecthelion. A pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, very charming. You have done this before," she teased
as he let go of her hand.
He shrugged, a smile on his lips. "A few times. I hope I did
alright."
"You did well. Much better than the one a few weeks ago who
bumbled through his introduction and then sneezed on my hand."
Ecthelion cringed. "On behalf of my gender, I apologize."
Celussė giggled. "No need. He apologized on his own. Then he
sneezed on me again."
The pair laughed and shared a few other "embarrassing
moment" stories before a lull hit their conversation. A little
unsure where to pick things up again, and afraid that Celussė might
just walk away, Ecthelion asked, "Would you care to go hunting with
me? I have the extra bow, and obviously neither of us is much enjoying
being here, save being in the company of the other."
"Oh, that sounds lovely," said the lady, though the tone of
her voice did not reflect that sentiment. "There is but one
problem. I have never been hunting."
"The person I was supposed to be hunting with had never been
hunting before either, so really it is nothing different than what I had
originally planned, except for the fact that the company will be far
better if you come with me."
She gave Ecthelion a long, sideways glance, and then Celussė smiled.
"You do not give up, do you?"
"Not easily," Ecthelion told her. "The alternative is
to stay here, watch the parade in the distance, and hope that we do not
fall victim to an overzealous elfling with coins to toss into the
fountain." As if on cue, a youngling came running toward the
fountain with some coins in his fist. Before he even reached the edge,
he threw them with all his might. They landed in with little plops and a
misty spray of water in Ecthelion's direction. The little one's mother
scolded him for not waiting for her when she reached him, and apologized
over her shoulder to Ecthelion before leading the little boy away.
Ecthelion stood up and assessed the splotch of water on his pants
before hoisting the bows over one shoulder and holding out his other arm
to Celussė. "Shall we, or would you rather wait to see if he has a
brother who also has a few offerings for the fountain?"
Celussė smiled and took hold of Ecthelion's arm as she stood.
"Maybe we could do all the parts of hunting except for the shooting
of the animals. I did not wear the proper attire for that."
"As soon as we are down the path a little, I will let you in on
a secret." Ecthelion made good on his promise once they were
shrouded beneath the bows of the tall trees, walking down a winding path
that threatened to end as they further entered the forest. "I only
actually shoot things when I go hunting with my father. When my friends
and I go, we practice shooting a lot, and tracking, but we usually end
up stopping in the market on the way home to pick up some rabbits or
something to make it look like we had a successful hunt. I hate killing
them and skinning them and all the rest of it."
"How interesting. I wonder how many of your peers do the same
thing."
"A lot," Ecthelion said knowingly. They now trod on soft
grass where no path was visible and none was needed. Ecthelion knew the
woods well, and no map was necessary. "This is one of our favorite
spots," he said as they slowed. There were a number of felled
trees, with spindly newcomers sprouting up here and there. One large,
old trunk had fallen sideways, and someone had painted targets of a deer
and other woodland creatures on it for practice. "There was a storm
one night and although we lost the big trees we grew up knowing, now we
have this sanctuary we can come to for practicing."
"Very nice," commended Celussė as Ecthelion settled the
gear on another log that provided a makeshift bench and table. "Do
you come here often?"
"When I can. I apprentice with my father and I take lessons with
Master Fendir, so I do not have much free time."
"So you are a musician," she said with much more
enthusiasm. "I study with Master Fendir as well. What instrument is
he offering his mentoring to you about?"
"Flute," he said, which made her grin. "I know. Not
very masculine, but I like how it sounds and how portable it is."
"How extraordinary! He is instructing me on flute as well."
Ecthelion grinned. "We shall have to play together sometime. If
you would want to, that is."
"I look forward to it." Celussė picked up one of the bows.
"So, tell me, how does this thing work?"
"Well, for starters, you want to hold it the other way,"
suggested Ecthelion. He stepped over and aided her in turning the bow
around. As he stood beside her, he positioned her hands, offering his
expertise, or what little he had. From his quiver he drew an arrow,
showing her how to nock it properly. All the while, he stayed close, his
arms practically encircling her, standing far too close compared to what
etiquette dictated. Each time he stepped away slightly, however, she
would waver and he would step back to steady her.
Her first arrow flew well over the target, and Ecthelion jogged out
to retrieve it. The next few were better, sometimes coming close to the
targets and other times skipping just over it. When she managed to
successfully hit the fallen trunk, he gave a whoop and applauded as she
bounced with a happy little squeal of accomplishment, despite the fact
that they arrow just barely lodged itself and was far from hitting any
of the actual targets painted on the side. Nonetheless, it was an
accomplishment for both, which led to a thrilled elleth kissing a
surprised ellon.
There was no good explanation for how it happened. They celebrated,
they kissed (which was, from what Ecthelion could tell, part of the
celebration), and then they ended up on the ground, bare skin touching
soft grass where it did not touch bare skin. Clothing was used as a
pillow and gasps and pants replaced their conversation.
There was no wine to blame, nothing long term that had accidentally
turned to more, no reason or excuse to justify their actions to anyone
passing by. Yet somehow, neither seemed to need to justify what they did
to anyone as they explored each other's body, kissing and caressing.
They were side by side for the longest time, speaking no words. The
slightest touch caused a flutter within them. When Ecthelion brushed the
pads of his thumbs over Celussė's exposed nipples, she arched toward
him and moaned against his lips as she stretched up to kiss him again
and again. She sighed as he slid his palms over her hips and thighs. As
he dared to touch soft curls between her legs, she lifted one leg over
his. The sudden movement caused his fingers to slip within her, and she
both cried out and begged him for more.
There was hardly a need for her pleas, but Ecthelion delighted in
them all the same. She rolled onto her back with little coaxing and he
bowed his head as he positioned himself over her. His mouth latched on
to one of Celussė's nipples and he sucked hard. She cried out again,
and he repositioned his legs before using one hand to guide himself into
her. Vaguely he was aware of the things he had read in one of the books
kept in the dark corner of the library, and kissed away the first few
tears that spilled down her cheeks. She nodded up at him after taking a
minute to adjust, and Ecthelion began to slowly thrust forward.
The combination of it being so unexpected, along with the immediacy
of the act seemed to speed it up. Ecthelion hardly lasted as long as he
would have liked, and frowned at the disappointed whimper from Celussė
as he pulled out. It took him a few moments to recall something else he
had read in one of those forbidden volumes, and he crawled down between
her legs, which were still spread out on the grass. The overpowering
scent of sex and of his essence hit him first, but beneath that lingered
something that caused his blood to stir again.
Ecthelion slid the two fingers he had used to tease her earlier back
inside of her again. Celussė moaned, and after sliding in and out of
her wet, warm passage a few times, Ecthelion bowed his head down and
pushed the dark curls to the side with his other hand, revealing what he
had seen only in small, crude sketches in a few books. His tongue
touched the pink flesh, and Celussė gasped and groaned, cried out and
moaned. Her pleasured sounds further encouraged Ecthelion to flick his
tongue against her and suck on the smoothness until he felt her shaking
beneath him. He increased his speed, and she screamed and sat up,
clutching his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.
They collapsed together into the grass, touching and kissing shyly
while they spoke about their interests and the weather and other such
things that seemed almost nonsense to discuss considering what had just
occurred between them. The light of Telperion began to overtake the
golden hue of the sky. They dressed and gathered what Ecthelion had
brought before heading back to the market hand in hand. They parted just
before the path of the forest merged with the cobblestone road, with
promises to see one another as soon as they were able.
Ecthelion wandered the marketplace, which was nearly cleared out now.
He bought sweets from a baker before going to the fountain where he had
met Celussė. There he found Glorfindel perched on the fountain edge,
tossing pebbles into the water. "Did you enjoy the festival?"
he asked, looking around for signs of Angrod and Aegnor.
"It was lovely. Your friends headed home when it started to get
late, but I was not entirely certain about where your house was."
Glorfindel stood up, and offered to take half the gear from Ecthelion.
"I assumed you would eventually come back here. Did you manage to
have some fun?"
"I went hunting," said Ecthelion carefully as he led the
way back toward home.
"Oh, good. Did you manage to get anything?" asked
Glorfindel as he took the sweet roll Ecthelion offered him.
Ecthelion smirked and looked back over his shoulder toward the
marketplace before he replied to a slightly confused Glorfindel,
"You might say that."