A liaison in the Great Greenwood

Chapter 32

The immense sensations Gwendalyn was feeling made her believe that she was in the Undying Lands, overjoyed was she with the feelings the young ellon elicited from her. She imagined that she had to be in Valinor for such bliss was surely impossible to reach in Arda. 

Melethril was teasing her with his teeth now, travelling all across her neck and cleavage, stilling his hands at the small of her back. He did not show any intention to proceed further south, at least not then anyway, and she was thankful for it for she could not imagine how she would handle such a bold attempt. He was giving her space to halt his advances or redirect his efforts should she consider what he was doing too much for her innocence. 

Taking his face into her hands once again, she smiled up into his violet eyes, drinking in his beauty as he gazed adoringly back down to her. 

A blood curdling scream ripped through the body of their little camp like as if a demon had torn open a beast. 

Gwendalyn's eyes widened in horror. “Hiril vuin!” She gasped as a great sense of worry filled her every crevice. Pushing the confused ellon aside, she bolted for the carriage, Melethril catching up to her to take her by her hand as she ran.

The cheerful company around the fire drew their swords and also rushed to the scene of the frightful scream. 

Melethril tried to keep Gwendalyn aside to allow the other ellyn to investigate, yet his attempts fell short for she once again pushed past him to reach the carriage first. She flung the door open in such haste she almost ripped it from its hinges. 

Adlanniel was sitting on the floor, her eyes widened, glazed and unseeing, her breath rasping in her throat painfully as she babbled incoherently. Her entire being was trembling and her hands were shaking almost violently. She had broken into a cold sweat and it dripped down her pale face like shimmering diamonds. Gwendalyn crouched at her side, taking her lady into a careful and soft embrace. “She is like ice! Get me more blankets!” She demanded of the ellyn that were now crowded around the door. Gwendalyn caught Adlanniel's shivering hands and pressed them to her chest. 

“What has happened to you, hiril vuin?” She asked in an almost whisper, fear riddled in her voice. Flashing a desperate look to Melethril who was now standing in the doorway to allow the Lady of Imladris some privacy, Gwendalyn took the only blanket she was able to find and wrapped it around her mistress' trembling body. “I do not know what to do, Melethril. I…” Gwendalyn's eyes were at a loss.

“Hush,” He silenced her gently, looking back down at the their lady. “She is coming back to the light.” 

“Hiril vuin?” Gwendalyn questioned softly.

Adlanniel's eyes began to lose their unnatural haze. She blinked once and then twice, like as if a bright light had blinded her, before she took in a deep breath. Looking confused she ran her eyes around the interior of the carriage, stopping at the couple whose eyes were filled with deep concern and fear.

“Gwendalyn,” She murmured, her voice hoarse and dry. “What happened? Why are you so scared?”

“We heard you scream, hiril vuin.”

Adlanniel's eyes once more glossed over. She could feel the reminiscence of his warm breath upon her cold skin. She could feel the whisper of his hands upon her body. Her entire being craved his soft touch, his silken words, his domination. Why had the claws of desire for what she was forbidden to have dig in so deeply? Her thirst for it was insatiable, like she was trapped in an oasis with no means of nourishment.

“I...I do not know what came over me...” Her unfocussed eyes found the young ellon then, and reality came flooding back. 

“I interrupted you. I am terribly sorry for that.”