Title: Moonlight Mystery
Author: amber
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Nimrodel/Maglor
Words: 612
Disclaimer: I am only borrowing some of Tolkien's work.
Challenge: Day 5 – Middle of the Road (All names and title in letters
M and N.)
Summary: Nimrodel encounters a stranger while dancing.
Nimrodel was dancing beside the river when she saw the dark haired elf for the
first time. He had such an air of sadness about him that it pulled at her heart
even from this distance. She recognized him not, but from his coloring assumed
he was of the Noldor. She wondered why he had not come into the city with the
other troops. He must have been one of the rearguards that became lost she
thought. She was puzzled when he drew away at her approach. She stopped and
watched as he slowly faded away into the trees.
This continued for several nights and Nimrodel was very intrigued. She saw
visions of this elf in her dreams making wild love to her and became confused.
She knew she loved the King, but suspected he would never give up the throne to
pursue the simple life she wanted. Duty was too ingrained with who he was. The
death of his father had only made matters worse as he pressed her to marry. She
began to see her dreams as an escape from the pressure she was put under.
Instinct told her that the day they became real, they would end.
A day came when the King's demands became too great and she ran into the woods
along the river to escape. As she sat on a log and cried, she felt the dark elf
draw near. She was surprised when he offered her a cloth to dry her tears with.
Looking into his eyes, she became lost in a world of sensual sensations as she
was drawn closer. She did not question it when he leaned down and kissed her.
Her skin
tingled and grew hot underneath his fingertips as he slid her dress from her
shoulders. When his lips and tongue followed the contours of her body to her
breast, she laced her fingers into his thick hair and drew him closer. She did
not protest when he lifted her and laid her down on the thick grass not when he
pealed her dress the rest of the way off. She was curious when his tongue
followed a path down her stomach. She cried her joy to the trees at the
delightful sensations his tongue produced when he began lapping at her core. The
pleasure only increased when his fingers entered her and stretched her. Soon she
began dancing on his hand and gasping at the intensity she was feeling.
She made no protest when he rose and stripped his own clothing off. Her body
shivered with delight as he settled between her legs. With a nod of head she
pulled him to her as he sank into her depths. Her body rose to meet his as he
moved in and out of her. Soon they were grasping at each other as they urged
each other to completion. The incredible bliss she felt as they fell over the
edge was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Nothing was said as he held
her and their bodies cooled. Rising a while later, they bathed in the cool river
waters and dressed. He kissed her one last time before moving away to leave.
"Please tell me who you are?" she cried catching his arm.
"I am Maglor, my lady," was all he said before he turned and walked away.
Nimrodel never told anyone about her encounter with the son of Fëanor but the
episode did leave a lasting impression. Within a few years Nimrodel left the
Mallorns and woods to travel over the sea. The King followed shortly thereafter
leaving his land in the hands of Maglor's cousin Nerwen and her husband.