Nellas puts her hands back into the large willow basket. It contains wool.
Most wool that she normally uses comes from the sheep that are raised in Doriath.
They are of the small kind with floppy ears and a long face. Their fleece is
brownish and not very light in colour and rough. The rams and the ewes feature
upwards twisted horns.
She rarely spins. She simply does not like it. But today she is sitting with
other ellith together. Some use a spinning wheel, some only work with the
spindle. Nellas listens half hearted at the stories that are told. Her mind is
drifting off and from time to time she catches herself before falling into
reverie while listening. The wool is better than the fall before. It is nicely
washed and scoured, combed, blended and dyed. Nellas knows what she is going to
make from the yarn that she is spinning.
She pulls her hand out of the basket. Astonished she looks at this wool again.
It is softer than any other batch she had ever had in her hands.
“…and they say he is better than any ellon ….”
“Really?...I heard…”
Nellas does not listen anymore. Her fingers close around the wool. She lifts
them to her nose and smells, hopes to find the scent of who she is imagining
“..he is the king’s toy…I mean pet…”
She dives her nose deep into the wad and closes her eyes. It is his scent. She
would recognize it among all other scents of elvendom. Nothing ever had smelled
better. There is nothing she can compare it with, but she knows that even at the
end of all times she will remember this natural perfume of his.
Nellas leans back on her chair, and nearly drops her spindle. She has to hold it
with both hands. It will not fall on the ground. She will not become the centre
of attention. Suddenly she jumps to her feet.
“Nellas?”
“My ladies, I am back shortly. I forgot something…” Nellas lets the spindle drop
on her chair, gets caught in the yarn, kicks it away and nearly falls.
“Are you alright?” Luthien asks narrowing her eyes.
Nellas nods and leaves the room as fast as it is possible. Her cheeks are
blushed with excitement. Through the tunnels, through the hall ways she runs up
to her room. Entering she inhales and throws herself on her bed.
There it is again. His scent! The furs, the blankets all and everything reminds
on him. Nellas buries her face in the pillow and sighs. “Come to me, come back
to me tonight. Come to me, now…” She whispers into the silence of the night.
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“Kiss me,” I breathed as he closed the door behind us. Somehow we had snuck away
from the supper hall. Probably not many saw us leaving. At dinner time the
common elves were busy spooning their soups, feeding their elflings or let the
memory of the past day travel by once again. But we had needed to go.
When I had seen him that night, I realized for the first time since he had come
to Doriath, that he was more than the king’s newest toy. He was such a good
looking, slender and graceful elf. I had not believed the other ellith when they
told me that one of the warriors had been taken out of service and had been
moved into the palace to us. They all said, he was the new dancer.
Over weeks we had sat together now at the same table. Had I first only gazed
over him in amazement I had meanwhile totally fallen for him. And every night
when I heard music I went secretly down to the royal hall and hid behind a
column. I only wanted to see him dance.
He had only said that he was going to walk me to my room. I had seen my chance
instantly.
“Kiss me,“ I begged and flung my arms around his neck. He slowly lowered his
head and his lips touched mine gently. I did not want to break the kiss. I clang
onto him and pressed my mouth against his.
Lithônion suddenly was ignited. He had not dared to touch the queen’s favourite
chamber maiden. He had thought she was only interested in him as a friend. Deep
inside, he smiled as he understood that she had lured him to her chambers. He
was amused over her naughtiness.
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Without a moment's hesitation he began taking off his clothes when she put his
hands onto her breasts. Lithônion’s hands were all over her body, his lips and
tongue left traces on her heated skin as he lowered her down to the bed. Opening
her with his mouth she arched her back. Expertly he rubbed his fingers over
secretly hidden spots. Words are whispered between the kisses they exchange.
Nellas wants him.
He knelt above her and looked down on her. For a moment the ellith does not know
what to read in his eyes. They are green like the water from a glacier in
spring. And there is not much warmth in them normally. But today they seem
different, excited.
Closing them slowly he brushed his erection against her. Nellas inhaled deep
ready to take him into her body. She bit her bottom lip as he teases her again.
Her lower body was electrified. Begging she grabbed his shoulders, tried to drag
him down on her. She wanted him so badly. He smiled, kissed her again.
With a deep moan she welcomed him deep inside of her. Throwing herself against
him, she does not allow Lithônion to rest or to enjoy this very first thrust
into her. She pushed her hips against him, forced him into her rhythm, into her
dance. High pitched screams fled from her lips. She pulsated. Her legs
tightened, tried to close when she finds her relief while her fingers dug deep
into the soft skin of his back.
Lithônion gave her no rest.
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The wools are spun. Nellas waits in the dinner hall. She is hungry. But it is
not the soup and the bread that can satisfy her. She dips her spoon again into
the hot broth. Spoons a carrot out and sucks it behind her lips she feels
uneasy. Not being able to concentrate on eating she begins to worry. He is
not here. It is nearly past eating time. Most elves have left already and
retreated to their chambers. Tears begin to well up in here eyes. Silently
she curses. Yes, she should have heard at the ellith that all had talked about
him, that he was not to be tamed, that he would not sleep twice in the same bed.
Startled Nellas sits up straight. He plays with a strand of her hair. She had no
seen him coming.
“Eat, you will need all your strength tonight again,” Lithônion says and his
green eyes seem to be flashing. Nellas smiles.