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Chapter Thirty-Five: Sandósanwe
The streets of Tirion were abuzz with activity as many danced and sang in the white-stone courtyards of the grand Eldari city. The twilight of the uncounted days in the Blessed Realm twinkled above the celebration of the festival, as all were merry and joyous. The avenues and markets were bustling with people; Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri together as they all came together for the occasion.
Glorfindel had just passed his majority a few days earlier and sought out someone that night. Traveling with a few friends, he planned to find company that night for himself to mark the coming of his special age and to be by his side for a time as he became accustomed to and tested the waters of courtship. Despite his great begetting day party nights before, Glorfindel held off on the typical consummation ellyn and ellith had on the nights of their majorities instead for the festival when he knew that he would receive plenty more attention than at the private affair his family held at their estate.
Glorfindel had been right in his assumption and many an ellith had come seeking his favors to be the first to be sought out romantically by the comely and previously off-limits descendant to a powerful household. He knew many wished to have him to further an agenda of theirs while others wanted the status and praise of becoming the first, and possibly only, one to court him at the beginning of his adulthood. Glorfindel was aware of any and all intentions but it did not bother him since he had in mind a type of elleth who would be of neither livelihood but would rather be his to own that night.
The choice was made as he glanced across one of the large courtyards and his gaze landed on a dark-haired Noldori maiden sitting among friends at the edge of a fountain. She seemed shy from the way she held herself and stayed a little separated from her group, only laughing timidly and quietly, as the others were boisterous and loud. The ellith she was with had dressed flashy and elegantly to attract attention to themselves while she was rather plain and more reserved. She would be his perfect selection.
Staying behind, Glorfindel's friends snickered and made crude comments between themselves as he approached his target. None of the ellith noticed his proximity until he had arrived next to his intended with his almost overly arrogant smile on his face.
"May I ask your name, vanaquen?" he asked.
The ellith all hushed as he spoke and had wide eyes as they saw where his interest lay. The one whom Glorfindel wished to have looked up to him in surprise before answering him.
"Linwëlin," she said a shade shakily.
"Linwëlin," he repeated, letting his tone and tongue drip her name enticingly from his voice. "Would you care to accompany me here at the festival?"
"I am honored, my lord," she said with a quick courtesy after standing.
"Do call me Glorfindel," he replied before taking her hand to lead her away.
Treating her with tasty delicacies, small but beautiful trinkets, and alluring compliments, Glorfindel wooed Linwëlin who followed him along gushing at all he lay before her, unbeknownst to her of his plans for them that evening. Little did Glorfindel notice the change her eyes took when looking upon him each time nor did he see how she smiled to herself, wondering how she deserved what he bestowed upon her unless he did want her in the ways he spoke of quietly in her ear.
Her infatuation grew as Glorfindel gradually, but not too forcefully, tested his bounds with her as they went about the city and a few days onward. It started as she took his offered arm, then he let his hand purposely graze her bare shoulder in a tender touch to elicit a reaction another time. The arm around Linwëlin's waist sent a noticeable shiver through her body and when he teasingly leaned his head close and whispered in a hushed voice to her, it nearly made her come undone.
If not for the steps he employed, Glorfindel would not have been successful in leading her away to a private place several days later. The empty abode belonged to one of Glorfindel's friends who let him use it for its privacy so he would not be interrupted. Linwëlin let him bring her like an innocent lamb, not knowing well enough that his kind words and indulgences would come to naught.
Linwëlin felt his hand upon her as Glorfindel traced her hip and up her side. He claimed her mouth ferociously and unrelentingly so that she could not think coherently due to his aggressive nature. Without letting up on his claiming of her, Glorfindel pulled her to him roughly before whispering in her ear.
"Ni heratye."
*
The next day after their affectionate embraces, caresses, and kisses, Linwëlin was rewarded with an emptiness and silence. Glorfindel did not seek her out nor call upon her as he had many times after the day they had met leaving her quite confused and alone when she realized his ignoring of her. It took several days of consoling and encouragement from Linwëlin's friends to confront Glorfindel about their times together. She found him at the training grounds with a few friends practicing hand-to-hand combat but waited until they finished. One of several onlookers, however, got to him first before she could face him.
The Vanyar elleth rushed up to Glorfindel and he gladly welcomed her with a charming smile. Her lustful eyes showed her intents and interest toward him as she sidled up next to him. His hand snaked around her waist as he placed a wanting kiss upon her lips. She let her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him harder and closer to her and deepening the kiss. It was nearly too much for the nearby Noldor elleth.
Tearfully Linwëlin approached him in a rage none thought her capable of due to her calm and quiet nature. Not one bit of it changed his tough exterior or his apathetic demeanor. Hardly did he say a word to her but as he went to leave her she grabbed his hand and fell to her knees before him, begging that he tell her why he was acting so strangely with her after all that they had done.
All he said was, "It meant nothing."
*
Reality suddenly became clear again and Glorfindel felt wetness upon his face. He realized he was crying silently as strong, yet feminine arms held him tightly as his body trembled with each racking breath from his throat. When he finally felt the courage to face Elrilya did Glorfindel raise his head from his hands. Expecting to see disbelief, mistrust, and anger upon Elrilya's face, Glorfindel was surprised to only see sorrow and empathy written across her features.
"I... apologize for disappointing you," he said sadly as he turned his face away in shame. "That I hid my true self from you his dishonorable to our bond and love."
Her delicate hand turned him to face her once more as she looked into his eyes.
"You no longer are what you were," she said. "You have changed since then and how you are feeling now shows you have repented and still punish yourself unfairly for your youthful ignorance."
"It was terrible for her," Glorfindel continued, shaking his head. "When I realized my folly it took me many years for the courage to tell her so."
"Though you did," Elrilya said.
"But at the cost of our innocence and her happiness," he said through his tears then looked to Elrilya as he cupped her face in one hand and let his other hand comb through her tresses. "When we first met, you reminded me much of her. Then, when you opened yourself to me on the truth of your feelings ere your possible departure with Taurnil I felt caught but more so frightened. I could not let that happen again to me and also, this time to one I cared for deeply."
Glorfindel found Elrilya in his embrace once more, her own arms holding him close to her body. He let his mind open completely across their bonding link, feeling the comforting closeness of her within his spirit deep to his core and completely rather than only pieces of him. Glorfindel could sense from her that much more made sense to her now from their pasts and how he kept just out of arm's reach from her for so long. His early hesitancy to become too close was understandable to her now and it brought a calm to her mind to finally know the cause of some of his distress and bits of anxiety when near her years ago.
"I only hope you can forgive me," he whispered to her.
"There is nothing to forgive. Linwëlin was the only one to give that to you and she did so long ago," she said as she held him tighter. "I am not she, Glorfindel. I deserve nothing but what we have vowed to do for one another in our lives."
To hear the meaningful words spoken by her let a side of Glorfindel finally come to peace. It had nothing to do with Linwëlin but how Glorfindel felt he was not worthy of Elrilya or somehow had tricked her into believing he was something he was not. He smiled as she bestowed loving kisses on his lips before pulling back once more.
"I worried that Telrúnyë might try to twist your thoughts and love with her poisonous words but I see she did not. Though, I did not believe you would let her as you are stronger than that," he said gladly.
"She did attempt this," Elrilya said with a sigh. "However, I think she learned it is not best nor honorable to speak of someone crudely without them being nearby to gainsay what words another speaks of them."
"It is true even if some of what one says may not be completely false," Glorfindel said then paused as he eyed Elrilya carefully. "How did she learn her lesson?"
She covered her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle a snicker, "I should not find her misfortunes amusing even if she brought them upon herself."
"Elrilya..." Glorfindel warned. "What did you do?"
"After Telrúnyë was well enough to speak and had energy, she spoke of many things while also saying you were a liar and charlatan with ellith," Elrilya said. "She only was able to speak of it to those in the healing rooms since she was still under our care. They did not believe her tirades in the least bit. However, I was the one she spewed her venom at the most. One of the draughts the head healer needed concocted to help Telrúnyë be better was assigned to me."
"And?" Glorfindel asked as Elrilya stopped for a moment as if she were to burst out laughing.
"I added an herb that we tend to not use since it has troublesome effects at times despite its useful purposes," Elrilya explained. "It made her tongue swollen and turn black."
This time it was Glorfindel's turn to laugh though he quieted after a few moments.
"You are right that we should not laugh at such things," he said, a few chuckles still coming through.
"She did not speak of what you have told me tonight though it was still hateful words nonetheless," Elrilya explained. "I would not allow such things to be said of my beloved even if it meant this punishment."
Glorfindel's eyes lit up as he realized that her presence in the supply gatherer's group was a punishment being sent away for a time for her inappropriate actions during her apprenticeship. A flame of passion built within him again for his beloved as he saw within her so much that he held dear and loved about her while also seeing how vehemently she would fight for his honor even if he felt the ire from Telrúnyë was well deserved.
Glossary
Sandósanwe: true thought
Vanaquen: beautiful one
Ni heratye: I own you
Chapter Thirty-Five: Sandósanwe
The streets of Tirion were abuzz with activity as many danced and sang in the white-stone courtyards of the grand Eldari city. The twilight of the uncounted days in the Blessed Realm twinkled above the celebration of the festival, as all were merry and joyous. The avenues and markets were bustling with people; Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri together as they all came together for the occasion.
Glorfindel had just passed his majority a few days earlier and sought out someone that night. Traveling with a few friends, he planned to find company that night for himself to mark the coming of his special age and to be by his side for a time as he became accustomed to and tested the waters of courtship. Despite his great begetting day party nights before, Glorfindel held off on the typical consummation ellyn and ellith had on the nights of their majorities instead for the festival when he knew that he would receive plenty more attention than at the private affair his family held at their estate.
Glorfindel had been right in his assumption and many an ellith had come seeking his favors to be the first to be sought out romantically by the comely and previously off-limits descendant to a powerful household. He knew many wished to have him to further an agenda of theirs while others wanted the status and praise of becoming the first, and possibly only, one to court him at the beginning of his adulthood. Glorfindel was aware of any and all intentions but it did not bother him since he had in mind a type of elleth who would be of neither livelihood but would rather be his to own that night.
The choice was made as he glanced across one of the large courtyards and his gaze landed on a dark-haired Noldori maiden sitting among friends at the edge of a fountain. She seemed shy from the way she held herself and stayed a little separated from her group, only laughing timidly and quietly, as the others were boisterous and loud. The ellith she was with had dressed flashy and elegantly to attract attention to themselves while she was rather plain and more reserved. She would be his perfect selection.
Staying behind, Glorfindel's friends snickered and made crude comments between themselves as he approached his target. None of the ellith noticed his proximity until he had arrived next to his intended with his almost overly arrogant smile on his face.
"May I ask your name, vanaquen?" he asked.
The ellith all hushed as he spoke and had wide eyes as they saw where his interest lay. The one whom Glorfindel wished to have looked up to him in surprise before answering him.
"Linwëlin," she said a shade shakily.
"Linwëlin," he repeated, letting his tone and tongue drip her name enticingly from his voice. "Would you care to accompany me here at the festival?"
"I am honored, my lord," she said with a quick courtesy after standing.
"Do call me Glorfindel," he replied before taking her hand to lead her away.
Treating her with tasty delicacies, small but beautiful trinkets, and alluring compliments, Glorfindel wooed Linwëlin who followed him along gushing at all he lay before her, unbeknownst to her of his plans for them that evening. Little did Glorfindel notice the change her eyes took when looking upon him each time nor did he see how she smiled to herself, wondering how she deserved what he bestowed upon her unless he did want her in the ways he spoke of quietly in her ear.
Her infatuation grew as Glorfindel gradually, but not too forcefully, tested his bounds with her as they went about the city and a few days onward. It started as she took his offered arm, then he let his hand purposely graze her bare shoulder in a tender touch to elicit a reaction another time. The arm around Linwëlin's waist sent a noticeable shiver through her body and when he teasingly leaned his head close and whispered in a hushed voice to her, it nearly made her come undone.
If not for the steps he employed, Glorfindel would not have been successful in leading her away to a private place several days later. The empty abode belonged to one of Glorfindel's friends who let him use it for its privacy so he would not be interrupted. Linwëlin let him bring her like an innocent lamb, not knowing well enough that his kind words and indulgences would come to naught.
Linwëlin felt his hand upon her as Glorfindel traced her hip and up her side. He claimed her mouth ferociously and unrelentingly so that she could not think coherently due to his aggressive nature. Without letting up on his claiming of her, Glorfindel pulled her to him roughly before whispering in her ear.
"Ni heratye."
*
The next day after their affectionate embraces, caresses, and kisses, Linwëlin was rewarded with an emptiness and silence. Glorfindel did not seek her out nor call upon her as he had many times after the day they had met leaving her quite confused and alone when she realized his ignoring of her. It took several days of consoling and encouragement from Linwëlin's friends to confront Glorfindel about their times together. She found him at the training grounds with a few friends practicing hand-to-hand combat but waited until they finished. One of several onlookers, however, got to him first before she could face him.
The Vanyar elleth rushed up to Glorfindel and he gladly welcomed her with a charming smile. Her lustful eyes showed her intents and interest toward him as she sidled up next to him. His hand snaked around her waist as he placed a wanting kiss upon her lips. She let her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him harder and closer to her and deepening the kiss. It was nearly too much for the nearby Noldor elleth.
Tearfully Linwëlin approached him in a rage none thought her capable of due to her calm and quiet nature. Not one bit of it changed his tough exterior or his apathetic demeanor. Hardly did he say a word to her but as he went to leave her she grabbed his hand and fell to her knees before him, begging that he tell her why he was acting so strangely with her after all that they had done.
All he said was, "It meant nothing."
*
Reality suddenly became clear again and Glorfindel felt wetness upon his face. He realized he was crying silently as strong, yet feminine arms held him tightly as his body trembled with each racking breath from his throat. When he finally felt the courage to face Elrilya did Glorfindel raise his head from his hands. Expecting to see disbelief, mistrust, and anger upon Elrilya's face, Glorfindel was surprised to only see sorrow and empathy written across her features.
"I... apologize for disappointing you," he said sadly as he turned his face away in shame. "That I hid my true self from you his dishonorable to our bond and love."
Her delicate hand turned him to face her once more as she looked into his eyes.
"You no longer are what you were," she said. "You have changed since then and how you are feeling now shows you have repented and still punish yourself unfairly for your youthful ignorance."
"It was terrible for her," Glorfindel continued, shaking his head. "When I realized my folly it took me many years for the courage to tell her so."
"Though you did," Elrilya said.
"But at the cost of our innocence and her happiness," he said through his tears then looked to Elrilya as he cupped her face in one hand and let his other hand comb through her tresses. "When we first met, you reminded me much of her. Then, when you opened yourself to me on the truth of your feelings ere your possible departure with Taurnil I felt caught but more so frightened. I could not let that happen again to me and also, this time to one I cared for deeply."
Glorfindel found Elrilya in his embrace once more, her own arms holding him close to her body. He let his mind open completely across their bonding link, feeling the comforting closeness of her within his spirit deep to his core and completely rather than only pieces of him. Glorfindel could sense from her that much more made sense to her now from their pasts and how he kept just out of arm's reach from her for so long. His early hesitancy to become too close was understandable to her now and it brought a calm to her mind to finally know the cause of some of his distress and bits of anxiety when near her years ago.
"I only hope you can forgive me," he whispered to her.
"There is nothing to forgive. Linwëlin was the only one to give that to you and she did so long ago," she said as she held him tighter. "I am not she, Glorfindel. I deserve nothing but what we have vowed to do for one another in our lives."
To hear the meaningful words spoken by her let a side of Glorfindel finally come to peace. It had nothing to do with Linwëlin but how Glorfindel felt he was not worthy of Elrilya or somehow had tricked her into believing he was something he was not. He smiled as she bestowed loving kisses on his lips before pulling back once more.
"I worried that Telrúnyë might try to twist your thoughts and love with her poisonous words but I see she did not. Though, I did not believe you would let her as you are stronger than that," he said gladly.
"She did attempt this," Elrilya said with a sigh. "However, I think she learned it is not best nor honorable to speak of someone crudely without them being nearby to gainsay what words another speaks of them."
"It is true even if some of what one says may not be completely false," Glorfindel said then paused as he eyed Elrilya carefully. "How did she learn her lesson?"
She covered her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle a snicker, "I should not find her misfortunes amusing even if she brought them upon herself."
"Elrilya..." Glorfindel warned. "What did you do?"
"After Telrúnyë was well enough to speak and had energy, she spoke of many things while also saying you were a liar and charlatan with ellith," Elrilya said. "She only was able to speak of it to those in the healing rooms since she was still under our care. They did not believe her tirades in the least bit. However, I was the one she spewed her venom at the most. One of the draughts the head healer needed concocted to help Telrúnyë be better was assigned to me."
"And?" Glorfindel asked as Elrilya stopped for a moment as if she were to burst out laughing.
"I added an herb that we tend to not use since it has troublesome effects at times despite its useful purposes," Elrilya explained. "It made her tongue swollen and turn black."
This time it was Glorfindel's turn to laugh though he quieted after a few moments.
"You are right that we should not laugh at such things," he said, a few chuckles still coming through.
"She did not speak of what you have told me tonight though it was still hateful words nonetheless," Elrilya explained. "I would not allow such things to be said of my beloved even if it meant this punishment."
Glorfindel's eyes lit up as he realized that her presence in the supply gatherer's group was a punishment being sent away for a time for her inappropriate actions during her apprenticeship. A flame of passion built within him again for his beloved as he saw within her so much that he held dear and loved about her while also seeing how vehemently she would fight for his honor even if he felt the ire from Telrúnyë was well deserved.
Glossary
Sandósanwe: true thought
Vanaquen: beautiful one
Ni heratye: I own you
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