Healing of Moonlight
Title: Healing of moonlight
Author: Rhapsody
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Beta: trekqueen
Characters: Nerdanel, Tilion
Disclaimer: Nerdanel and Tilion both belong to Professor Tolkien and his estate.
Story notes: This short work was written as a Christmas gift in 2006 for galantha_nivala at the group beleriandbards
Summary: Nerdanel and Tilion both have been burnt by love, what do they have to offer to the other?
It was most generous of Indis to let her live here, but to Nerdanel it was too close to the Vanyar who simply made her feel insignificant and ugly with their beauty. Yet, more than she expected, Indis accepted her as a long lost daughter now that Fëanor left Valinor months ago. Did it hurt to be parted from him? Nerdanel buried the answer deep inside her and refused to speak about it while she played with her wedding band when she remembered him and her sons.
She felt empty. Empty of love, empty of emotion, but other needs gnawed inside her. Sometimes in the deep of the night Nerdanel’s hands brought some relief, but not that which she longed for. Her hands and memories were all that were left to her now and she tried to douse those thoughts in craft as she worked on her art.
Little she knew that he observed her. Nerdanel had the habit to start early and sit down late in the evening on her stool to mould another stature to the thoughts in her mind. As she sat there, Tilion watched her movements and beheld her as rough beauty, which aroused his mind and reckless thoughts bubbled up in his mind. The Valar had stated nothing that he should hunt down Arien every time? Besides that, he slowly had grown tedious of it; sometimes he refused to appear, slouching in the darkest sees. Alas, Nerdanel’s beauty and simplicity stirred something inside him, a feeling he knew only she could quench with his hands.
Thusly he watched her, but soon elsewhere on Arda they could see him waning while he sought a path into descent to call her attention to him.
Nerdanel remained completely lost in her art as she continued to work, remembering how Fëanor made love to her in the waxing lights of Telperion. This evening however, Nerdanel felt that she no longer could wait for the privacy of her halls and started to unlace her bodice. Suddenly she turned her face into the direction of the silver light and stared at it as if she did not dare to believe. Only one man in her life managed to capture such life and she tried to speak, but no word came.
Tilion could not wait for her to stand and rushed over her, forcing his form into a body, dimming his coalescing form into that of an elf. Fully aware of her longing, he chose his hair to become raven and approached Nerdanel without a word.
"Fëanoro, you returned." Nerdanel whispered once she recognised her long lost husband.
“Nay, I am not him,” Tilion answered and halted her before she would think it no further, “but I can easy your longing after every twenty eight days if you wish.”
“You? Do you think you can replace my husband and his lovemaking? I bared him seven children out of love.” Nerdanel stepped back and lowered her gaze. “None can replace what we shared.”
“I do not wish to replace him Nerdanel. I do wish to quench both our longings for carnal pleasures. I do not seek for a bond of marriage, neither to replace it.” Tilion answered while his hand slipped under the loose fabric of the bodice.
“Give me one night of yours, one night every month I ask. Let me give you the release that you need as you will give me mine, for Arien only scorches me, and I am weary of my journeys over the seas to douse those hurts.”
Nerdanel tried to remain steadfast, but her body rebelled to any sane thought that shortly before, she had heard of the tale of the Sun and the Moon and yes, she could relate to being burnt by one whom she loved.
“Then let us grant each other healing, let us quench our needs for burning desire for each other so that we can face the new day with regained vigour. I am so tired of my yearnings of my body, I know I will not find the peace in my mind as long as my children do not return and my hands won’t suffice.” Nerdanel answered and reached out to Tilion as if she wanted to assure herself that he was solid.
“Then this shall remain our secret until all of your children return. Take me to your room and maybe we can heal the wounds caused by fiery pride.”
Thusly a relationship between the Maiar and proud Noldorin princess was forged, both did find healing and comfort in each other’s embrace and passionate lovemaking until the end of Arda for Maglor, Nerdanel’s second son, never returned home to complete Nerdanel’s healing of hurts. Even though this remained one of her greatest grievances, Nerdanel found comfort in the thought that during the days Tilion would watch over the skies at night, he would spread her unconditional love for Maglor to help him to find his way home.
Author’s afterword:
I’ve been discussing this bunny with my dear beta and I am considering the idea to expand this story to a novel length one. The downside would be: there would be not a chance to finish this before Christmas… so, this little story is my Christmas gift to Haleth.
Author: Rhapsody
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Beta: trekqueen
Characters: Nerdanel, Tilion
Disclaimer: Nerdanel and Tilion both belong to Professor Tolkien and his estate.
Story notes: This short work was written as a Christmas gift in 2006 for galantha_nivala at the group beleriandbards
Summary: Nerdanel and Tilion both have been burnt by love, what do they have to offer to the other?
It was most generous of Indis to let her live here, but to Nerdanel it was too close to the Vanyar who simply made her feel insignificant and ugly with their beauty. Yet, more than she expected, Indis accepted her as a long lost daughter now that Fëanor left Valinor months ago. Did it hurt to be parted from him? Nerdanel buried the answer deep inside her and refused to speak about it while she played with her wedding band when she remembered him and her sons.
She felt empty. Empty of love, empty of emotion, but other needs gnawed inside her. Sometimes in the deep of the night Nerdanel’s hands brought some relief, but not that which she longed for. Her hands and memories were all that were left to her now and she tried to douse those thoughts in craft as she worked on her art.
Little she knew that he observed her. Nerdanel had the habit to start early and sit down late in the evening on her stool to mould another stature to the thoughts in her mind. As she sat there, Tilion watched her movements and beheld her as rough beauty, which aroused his mind and reckless thoughts bubbled up in his mind. The Valar had stated nothing that he should hunt down Arien every time? Besides that, he slowly had grown tedious of it; sometimes he refused to appear, slouching in the darkest sees. Alas, Nerdanel’s beauty and simplicity stirred something inside him, a feeling he knew only she could quench with his hands.
Thusly he watched her, but soon elsewhere on Arda they could see him waning while he sought a path into descent to call her attention to him.
Nerdanel remained completely lost in her art as she continued to work, remembering how Fëanor made love to her in the waxing lights of Telperion. This evening however, Nerdanel felt that she no longer could wait for the privacy of her halls and started to unlace her bodice. Suddenly she turned her face into the direction of the silver light and stared at it as if she did not dare to believe. Only one man in her life managed to capture such life and she tried to speak, but no word came.
Tilion could not wait for her to stand and rushed over her, forcing his form into a body, dimming his coalescing form into that of an elf. Fully aware of her longing, he chose his hair to become raven and approached Nerdanel without a word.
"Fëanoro, you returned." Nerdanel whispered once she recognised her long lost husband.
“Nay, I am not him,” Tilion answered and halted her before she would think it no further, “but I can easy your longing after every twenty eight days if you wish.”
“You? Do you think you can replace my husband and his lovemaking? I bared him seven children out of love.” Nerdanel stepped back and lowered her gaze. “None can replace what we shared.”
“I do not wish to replace him Nerdanel. I do wish to quench both our longings for carnal pleasures. I do not seek for a bond of marriage, neither to replace it.” Tilion answered while his hand slipped under the loose fabric of the bodice.
“Give me one night of yours, one night every month I ask. Let me give you the release that you need as you will give me mine, for Arien only scorches me, and I am weary of my journeys over the seas to douse those hurts.”
Nerdanel tried to remain steadfast, but her body rebelled to any sane thought that shortly before, she had heard of the tale of the Sun and the Moon and yes, she could relate to being burnt by one whom she loved.
“Then let us grant each other healing, let us quench our needs for burning desire for each other so that we can face the new day with regained vigour. I am so tired of my yearnings of my body, I know I will not find the peace in my mind as long as my children do not return and my hands won’t suffice.” Nerdanel answered and reached out to Tilion as if she wanted to assure herself that he was solid.
“Then this shall remain our secret until all of your children return. Take me to your room and maybe we can heal the wounds caused by fiery pride.”
Thusly a relationship between the Maiar and proud Noldorin princess was forged, both did find healing and comfort in each other’s embrace and passionate lovemaking until the end of Arda for Maglor, Nerdanel’s second son, never returned home to complete Nerdanel’s healing of hurts. Even though this remained one of her greatest grievances, Nerdanel found comfort in the thought that during the days Tilion would watch over the skies at night, he would spread her unconditional love for Maglor to help him to find his way home.
Author’s afterword:
I’ve been discussing this bunny with my dear beta and I am considering the idea to expand this story to a novel length one. The downside would be: there would be not a chance to finish this before Christmas… so, this little story is my Christmas gift to Haleth.