I will never leave you

Title: I will never leave you
Chapter (1/1)
Author: Marina aka Aearwen (samthase@aon.at)
Cast: Maedhros, Fingon, OFC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Maedhros falls for the first time in love and promises never to leave Valinor
Warnings: Het, romance
Beta: Caerali

Feedback: always appreciated
Disclaimer: Wilwarindë is a character of my creation. Every elf, every place else belongs to Master Tolkien and not to me.

They had been hunting the whole day and caught only two geese.
"That must be the grandfather of that other goose!" Fingon exclaimed, having worst troubles plucking the old bird.
"Had you been quiet for a moment we could have gotten better ones. But no, you needed to ramble on about what you had seen at the pond." Maedhros grumbled, nearly losing his patience with his bird.


Lately both had shown much interest in ellith. For hours Fingon had tried to discuss with Maedhros the best way to approach an elleth and ask her for to escort her to the dance at the coming up festival. He had run into a couple maidens, occupied with each other they did not realize him walking by.

Ever since he and Maedhros had been making plans. Maedhros had been dreaming of one special elleth for a while, but had never dared to talk to her at all. Before long she would be betrothed to someone else. "Do you think that I should make a fern circlet for Wilwarindë when I ask her to accompany me to the feast?" Maedhros asked suddenly, wanted advice from his cousin.

"That is a great idea, but don't you first have to ask her Adar for his allowance?" Fingon narrowed his eyes while thinking.
"I am not asking for her hand, just for her company!"
They continued preparing the geese for the small meal, working swiftly beside each other. Suddenly they turned their heads and sharpened their eyes down to the little creek several hundred feet below them.
Below, a bunch of ellith were singing, as they filled many water skins from the clean well. Maedhros sat down between the white flowers that covered most of the ground of the glades. His eyes were glued to the action below them.

"There she is!" Maedhros pointed excitedly between the trees as the last young lady reached the banks. Fingon looked, nodding in agreement.
"You are right. She is so beautiful. Her hair shines in the sun light like polished mithril. Wilwarindë is the perfect lady for you."

For a while the two young elves observed every single movement of the light haired female. Compared to the others she not lithe, but more fragile in her build. Her skin was beautiful, white like the light of Laurelin. Her eyes shown green like the ponds in Aman and her lips were red like wild strawberries of the forest.

Maedhros could not take his eyes from her. He wanted to run down through the grass and ask her right away if she wanted to go with him to the big feast under the trees. He pondered what to do, and absentmindedly he had started to curl on of his strands of his red hair between his fingers. Fingon read his mind and suddenly pushed him.
"Russandol go! Run! Ask her!" Maedhros stared for an instant at hsi cousin. He jumped up and ran through the high flowers, picking three while getting closer to her, Fingon followed him closely behind.

The ellith giggled and laughed as the two young elves arrived at the well. Maedhros and Fingon knew they had many admirers, but tried to appear as nonchalant as possible. Maedhros greeted them very friendly, seeing his cousin had quickly involved himself too in merry chatting. The red haired elf though made his way through them. Wilwarindë had not even looked up as they came. She had kept on filling the skins. Maedhros kneeled down beside her, took one of her water skins and filled it for her.
She still avoided his gaze did not look at him.

As she reached to take the next one, his hand reached out and found hers. He held it soft but firm, and carefully put the three flowers into her hair. Finally, the elleth looked up at him. She blushed and quickly stared down into the water again.
"Wilwarindë, may I ask you to join me for the feast under the trees?" She only nodded and smiled, blushing even more. Maedhros moved her fingers to his lips and kissed them gently.
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Most elves were still singing and dancing beneath the trees. Maedhros watched his brothers having lots of fun (in they're 'merry making'?). He shook his head, grinning as Fingon tried to get an elleth away from the feast to take her to the woods. Hand in hand Wilwarindë and Maedhros had left the feast and strolled through the high grass. They had laid down and just watched the beauty of the nature around them. They had talked for hours to each other just lying there face to face.

Without realizing, he had moved somehow all the way over from where he had rested, to her. His face was very close to hers and she felt her heart beating even faster now. A sweet pain was flowing through her lower body. He reached out for her, pulling her near. Wilwarindë closed her eyes, hoping he would kiss her, since he stopped talking as well. Maedhros's lips gently brushed the corner of her mouth. He slightly opened them while moving his mouth slowly over her lips. His hands were stroking her side and her back. His fingers were so soft that she barely felt it, but still electrifying. She reached out her arms to embrace him, to pull him closer. The ellon let her, answering her wish passionately.

He moved himself gently so he was above her, holding her head between his hands and he rested on his knees, not to squish her below. He felt her body responding already to his kiss but he did not move his hands away. Instead his tongue entered her mouth. In her mind Wilwarindë was alarmed when she felt on her thigh how much this aroused him.
"I ought to lay with you," he whispered, breathing heavily, "but there is no need to rush. I will never leave you or this place."

Two weeks later Maedhros swore an oath for his sire.
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Maedhros was often named Russandol = coppertop