PROMT: Melian/Maeglin
Written for: SCREW YULE at Little Balrog!
Genre: het Day: January 4th (it nearly is January 4th here in Europe)
Summary: The queen of Doriath has a boy toy..
Maeglin lifted his eyes shortly to gaze over the white covered meadows of the world around his forge. Doriath, he enjoyed being here right now – away from the darkness of Nan Elmoth. He stayed with his father’s kin and it was wonderful. The day before he had been out long and the cold of the early winter had tried to crawl up his bones. The furnace glowed dark red and heated the room nicely.
Memories of the cold winters of Nan Elmoth flashed through his head and made him shiver in disgust. Maeglin still loved winter, snow and the cold weather But he could live without temperatures where small ice cycles formed on his eye lashes. He returned to his workbench and looked over the small items that he lately had made.
A set of deadly troll knives for Elu Thingol The ellon smiled when he envisioned his king’s face while throwing them. Maeglin checked the white fighting knives he had made for Mablung. Since years he had promised to make him some for the marchwarden, that are worthy to be carried by the best scout of elvendom.
Maeglin gagged as he opened the barrel with the deer hides. He was tanning them and the stench was nearly unbearable for him. He stirred the hides and closed the barrel quickly again. Opening the windows to get the stench out, he held his head gasping out into the air.
Meanwhile he climbed up the ladder to the loft, where he had been drying other hides. He searched through them until he found the harder ones that he had been looking for. Spreading them on the table he cut them into rectangular shapes. Folding the sides in, he started to sew the hides to beautiful book covers.
Maeglin threw a look over to the furnace to find out if the metal letters were hot enough. He imprinted the glowing runes and signs into the leather. Satisfied he looked down on them. From a trunk in the back of the forge he brought the books he wanted to wrap.
There was one for Luthien. It was a mere poetry book, but Maeglin had begged the queen for many months to find this old collection of lost love poems from Doriath. For Beleg he had a picture book that he and Eöl had made together. It showed drawings and paintings of Valinor. Maeglin had nagged Melpomaen to carve the two trees of Valinor. Now that they were finished Maeglin cut out the paper of a book and glued them into it. Smiling he could already see Beleg’s face when opening the book, which would open to show the trees.
--- Darkness had finally swallowed the last shapes around the houses and Maeglin made his way through the snow back to his chambers deep down in the caves. He shrugged when he realized that he had not shed his dirty clothes down. Suddenly he stood still. Wondering he looked at the big door. He could not decide if he should go to sweat house in the or to his own baths. He tilted his head to the right and wrinkled his forehead before he opened the door. ---- Torchlights threw his shadow on the walls of the hall as he walked down to his chambers. He had left his heavy boots, the apron and his gauntlets at the forge but still he was covered in soot and ash. His face was an expressionless mask, when he pushed the door open. He hoped his secret love would meet him that night.
On the small table inside he saw that Melian had put an ewer filled with wine next to a glass and a plate with some smoked meat and bread for him. Maeglin smiled. This filled his heart with joy. He was way to late for the common dinner and because of her thoughtfulness he would not have to go hungry to bed. He washed quickly his hands in the bathroom before returning to the table to take a few bites and drink some wine.
He then walked over to a woven basket and shed his clothes down. Carefully he stuffed put them into the laundry basked, trying not to make a mess on the floor. Nude he strode to the bathtub and filled it with steaming hot water and then dived his body into it. Maeglin closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the warmth. --- "Shall I put oil on your back too?" Melian softly dried his skin with a towel. Admiring she gazed over his back. Lean muscles played under his skin every time he moved. Maeglin nodded, still occupied with combing his wet hair. She had come secretly to his chambers while he still was in the water and the queen wanted to be with her toy.
Melian poured a small amount of oil on her hands and gently she massaged it into his skin; from his shoulders down to his perfectly shaped legs. She could not resist to softly pinching him when her hands reached his buttocks. His skin was silky, porcelain white and stood in extreme contrast to his black hair.
She reached around his waist and rubbed her hands from his waist up to his broad chest. Maeglin inhaled sharp as her smooth hands traveled down again, resting just a moment longer than necessary on his groin.
Instantly he felt heat building up inside of him and he turned around. He took her hands and kissed her fingertips softly. "Now you did not try to seduce me, did you?" He wanted to know, locking his eyes with hers. She did not need to answer when her lips parted waiting and she trembled under the small kisses he placed down her neck.
He pressed himself against her and wrapped his arms around Melian's shoulders, to give her no chance to a sudden retreat. Amazed Melian felt that he was ready and rigid from that little stroke she had made. She enjoyed being with the young elf. She, the queen of Doriath had taken a lover.
Maeglin pulled her with him to the bed and laid himself beside her, propped himself up on the elbow. He traced her lower lip with his thumb before he bent his head to kiss her gently. Melian tasted the flavor of the wine on his tongue when she answered his longing.
Still on his elbow, Maeglin started to pull on her clothes, trying to strip her off her night gown. Between two fingers he pushed a button through the hole to open the gown at the neck. Finally he succeeded opening them all and stroke from her cleavage softly up to her cheek. Cupping her chin he moved himself closer to be able to drown her in a more passionate kiss.
He decided not to rush this; even he preferred their coupling to be rough and raw most of the time. But for his own sake he did not want to waste the rare chance that she was totally willing without that he had to pressure her
Slowly he brushed the gown from her shoulders and peeled her out of it. Kneeling between her legs he gazed over her body. Her skin was light, just like his. For a moment the ellon wished he had flung himself on top of her, claiming her. Instead his hands found her breasts and he softly kneaded them in his palms.
Placing small bites down her throat he listened to the soft moans she gave him. Encouraged Maeglin bit a little harder, not leaving any tracks of his teeth in her delicate skin, but arousing her more. His lips moved over her shoulders to her arms and down to her sides. His tongue swept swiftly across her breasts. He found her nipple, circled it before sucking it into his mouth. Her moaning became deeper when his fingers started to tease her more.
Maeglin enjoyed the tingling sensation that traveled down his groin and his member started to grind against her thigh. Still he wanted to let her enjoy this and he groaned when she lowered her head and her tongue flicked over the tips of his pointy ears. He held still, did not dare to move as he enjoyed the way she traced the shape of the tips all the way down to the earlobe.
When her hands started to grab his shoulders to push him gently further down Maeglin did not hesitate to nibble down her skin to her soft belly. He loved to stroke the skin and one of his hands traveled further down to her most secret places.
Instantly he tasted her, carefully listening to her deep and concentrated breathing. The ellon did not stop until she started to squirm and to beg him to not tease her any longer. Maeglin's self control was fading, when he felt her moisture on his fingers.
Suddenly he reared and grabbed her hips. He threw his head into his neck and sent his hair flying back as he sheathed himself fully into her. Moaning loud he enjoyed the pleasure of being as near as possible to Melian, inside of her. Quickening his pace from soft pushing to hard thrusting, Maeglin lost himself. Forgetting everything around him, he withdrew and turned her around, forcing his beloved onto her hands and knees.
Holding on to her hips with one hand he pounded into her again. Roaring his pleasure Maeglin collapsed over her, his body still caught in spasms and waves of heat and joy. Melian stayed silent as she listened to his heavy panting before he retreated.
She laid flat down on her belly when Maeglin rolled to the side. He propped himself again up on his elbow and bowed his head to kiss her naked shoulders for a while. His soft hands stroked over the skin of her back and he squeezed her buttocks softly. Gently he took on of her shoulders to pull her closer to him, to embrace her.
Resting her head on his mighty chest, Melian softly started to sing her secret lover to sleep so she could return to her husband, the king.