Silmarillion Writers' Guild

Because real life is keeping me from appreciating Celegorm as much as I would like to, I've dug up a story written a while ago, part of the "Friends, Cousins, Lovers" series, which you can find in my LJ, should you be interested in reading more of my writing.


Title: I do...
Pairing: Tyelkormo/Irisse (Celegorm/Aredhel)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heterosexual intercourse, though not overly graphic. Very mild and brief slash innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to their creator and to each other (in this story, anyway).

A/N: This story takes place a few weeks after the events of "Full Brother in Heart", being part of a series that this fic (also found in my LJ under the "feanaro" and "full_brother_in_heart" tags) has spawned, but can be read as a stand-alone. I apologize for the typos/grammar/spelling errors, which I would be very grateful if you point out for me. Enjoy and thank you for reading.





'Aaaah... there is nothing like a warm bath at the end of a day like this.' I tell myself, sighing and letting the clear water wash over my tired muscles. The pool has a smooth, sandy bottom, its waist deep warm water being fed by one of the hot springs in the area. It is hidden behind a circle of trees and undergrowth, about half a mile from the clearing where my brother and my cousins have set camp. Secluded enough to ensure me the much needed privacy and... to leave me at the mercy of my wicked and aroused lover.

The four of us, Tyelkormo, Carnistir, Turukano and myself, have been traveling south this time, on an expedition that has taken us quite far from home. All the celebrations, starting with welcoming the New Year and culminating with the success of father's begetting day, have wearied me with the toil of preparation and the constant flow of people. So, when Tyelkormo rushed into the city and into my home with the enthusiasm and the familiarity that is in his nature, asking me to join him on a hunting trip, I jumped at the opportunity, landing in his arms, of course.

It did not faze me to learn that only Carnistir would come with his elder brother on the trip. Maitimo and Findekano are almost impossible to tear away each other, these days, making it dangerous for others to go hunting in their company, for fear of either losing them on the way or mistaking them for some wild animals in the rustling bushes and accidentally shooting them. Curufinwe is busier than ever, having all but taken over all the workshops, successfully replacing a very distracted uncle Feanaro, who has been quite a frequent presence in both our house and grandfather's. Makalaure could not be persuaded to leave Alqualonde and his beloved for five minutes, let alone five weeks or even more. And the twins, our usual cheerful and engaging companions are gone to Orome's halls for an undetermined period of time, probably until their begetting day, toward the end of the year.

Thus, only weird, taciturn but extremely intriguing Carnistir was left to keep Tyelko and I company. I did not worry that he would make a boring traveling partner, or that I would have to walk on tip-toes around him, because Carnistir has been in a far more chipper mood than ever, as of late.

The only great surprise came from my brother Turukano, who wished to know if he could also come, inquiring in a shy and serious manner, as is his wont. My cousins did not turn him down, despite being somewhat surprised themselves, knowing that Turukano has never expressed the desire to spend any amount of time with them before. Of course, I was never allowed to travel with uncle Feanaro's sons unless I had one of my brothers to watch over me, but little did Atar know that sending Findekano with me meant that I was quite on my own and completely unsupervised, most of the time. I never found reasons to complain and neither did Findekano, the deal working well for both of us.

Atar might have said that Turukano should accompany me, seeing how my eldest brother was unavailable, but he didn't. I was the one to let him know that Turukano also wishes to take part on the trip and Atar only nodded, murmuring: "Good... good, he could use some time out of the City walls." He asked Tyelko some details about our destination, how long we were planning on being gone, if there was anything he could do to provide us with all the supplies that we need. As soon as Tyelko said that he had everything prepared and he would not wish to bother his busy uncle with inane details of a pleasure trip, Atar got up, planted a kiss on my forehead and disappeared to his office. Later that day, one of the house maids told me that "Prince Feanaro and Prince Nolofinwe" had been holding counsel in Atar's office for hours. As baffled as I am by this sudden change and the closeness between my father and my uncle, I have to appreciate it, because there has never been more peace in our family before and I have never seen Atar smile so often and grandfather beaming with joy, every time he sees his eldest sons side by side, without any sparks of anger flying between them. Thus, I shrugged all these strange things off and rushed to prepare myself for the hunting trip, happy that I would be able to spend some time alone with Tyelkormo, whom I've been missing terribly.

When the appointed day came, the four of us left, carrying only light supplies and hunting gear, heading south, along a route which Tyelko claimed to be familiar with. Every valley, hill, forest and village on our way were new to me and I have enjoyed myself very much, riding freely, as fast as my mare could go, hunting small game to cook over camp fires and sleeping in my lover's arms beneath the stars.

After a fortnight of steady travel, we have reached a vast expanse of woods that I have seen only on Atar's maps. Deep in this forest, that seems wild and unexplored, my cousins told me that there are small pools, fed by some hot springs, and that is where we would be making a more permanent camp before setting out and exploring the wilderness. Needless to say, the words "hot springs" were music to my ears and I could not wait to reach the area, though my patience was tested by another full day of riding.

The sight that awaited us upon our arrival convinced me that the wait had been worth it. And my suspicions that the forest is untrod and unexplored were proved wrong. An enclosure has been built in a large clearing, fenced to protect horses from an eventual attack by wild animals while their owners hunt on foot. I could see rich, fragrant grass covering the soil, ensuring our horses enough food and shelter was also built, where they can take cover if the weather should change and bring rain.

We unpacked our gear and set our horses free to run and feed themselves in the ample, protected space provided for them. While Turukano and Carnistir pitched the tents, Tyelko and I prepared a quick meal out of some cold provisions that we had left, from our last stop at a farm. It irked me that I could not share a tent with Tyelko, but I did not have the heart to exile my brother to the company of unpredictable Carnistir, though, looking back on it, I have a feeling Turukano might not have raised much protest. This is just one of the many things that intrigue me and I have to see if Tyelko can make more sense of the many oddities that have been happening in our family as of late.

But, as I enjoy the wonderful feeling of being clean and having my sore limbs floating lightly in the warm water of the secluded pool that Tyelkormo has brought me to, I wave these thoughts away, focusing more on what is about to happen. We finally have the privacy and all the time we need to be together, my beloved cousin and I.

"How much longer, my sweet?" Tyelko inquires, a bit of frustrated irony sneaking in the question, as he is still standing on the sandy bank of the small pond, his back turned to me. He is still fully clothed in his hunter's garments but he has left all of his weapons in our camp. Hands resting on his hips and his left foot patting the sand impatiently, Tyelko is waiting for me to cease the childish behavior and call him to me.

He has led me to this secluded basin shortly after we had our evening meal, and I am determined not to let him lay so much as a finger on me before I have cleaned myself properly, after several days of riding to get to these woods. The boys have been luckier, jumping naked in streams and pools that were quite in the open, on our way, but I have not exposed myself so, enduring the lack of proper hygiene until we have reached this place that Tyelko has told us about.

My vials of bathing oils are cluttered at his feet, and my eyes momentarily rest on them, while I am busy rinsing my hair. Fragrant, white foam floats on the water's surface for a few seconds, before dissipating and allowing me to see the sandy bottom of the pool. I smile, amused by Tyelko's reaction, when we arrived to this spot and he perplexedly discovered that I would not allow him to join me in the water and help me clean up. But he swallowed his mutterings and willed himself to look away, knowing that I desire the closeness between us just as much and I would not take long in calling him to me.

"You may start undressing yourself..." I tell him teasingly, laughter bubbling in my chest when he shakes his head and answers playfully:

"Only if you turn around." Yes, he is playful, despite the evident desire pulsing through the air between us.

"Tyelko! You are a piece of work, you know that? Come on, I'll tell you what. I will close my eyes and count to ten. All right?"

"Mmm-hmm..." he purrs, nodding his agreement. he has already divested himself of the dark-green cloak and he has begun unlacing his tunic. There is a fire in his eyes that makes my skin tingle, when he looks at me with a bright smile that is so becoming of his exquisite features.

"Close your eyes, beloved." he tells me.

I grin and allow my eyelids to deprive me of the magnificent sight in front of me. I am sunk almost neck-high in the warm water, my dark tresses forming a flowing veil around my shoulders and back. It feels wonderful to be clean, to have my body soothed by the warmth of the crystalline water. But I'm shivering with anticipation to feel Tyelko near me again, the simple thought of it being incredibly arousing. I lose my count at three or four and he is already in the water, walking slowly. Before I get the chance to cheat and open my eyes, my lover's overwhelming beauty disappears with a splash and all I can see is the water's surface rippling, small waves crashing against the shore.

Of course, he surfaces just in front of me, with another loud splash, drawing in a deep breath and shaking his head. Droplets of water hit me in a soft, warm rain and I let my eyes run up and down his nude form. His golden hair, now of a darker shade that reminds me of his brothers' coppery tresses, is clinging to his broad shoulders and back. Water is flowing and dripping on his flawless skin, over the curves of strong, well honed muscles, in a teasing manner that I am jealous of. Strands of soft, damp hair are plastered against his forehead and cheeks, framing a broad smile of such joy, desire and promising pleasure that I am swept away. I am openly admiring the beauty before me as he stands, water reaching just above his tense, muscular abdomen.

The hunger for him, that has been burning withing me for a long while, is on the verge of taking over and making me pounce on him like a wild feline. And he knows it... he knows it well, as he allows himself a few moments of savoring my unconcealed adoration.

Then, his hands lift me to him... making me realize that my knees have weakened considerably. We lock eyes as his fingers brush my cheeks, traveling down my neck and upon my shoulders, tracing lines of fire on my skin. His hands are followed by his hungry eyes, beholding and touching me as though his fingers have just discovered a treasure long sought after. As though he wishes to let his hands grow reacquainted to every curve of my body that is shivering and responding anxiously to his caresses.

He has cupped my breasts, slowly covering them, barely allowing the hardened peaks to come in contact with the warmth of his palms. But that is enough to send furious thrills down my spine and desire to pool inside me. A soft hum escapes my lips and my eyelids flutter.

As I give in to his touch, he pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist and pressing me against him. We both gasp, feeling each other, skin on skin, muscles twitching in the wake of desire. My breathing has quickened, causing my breasts to rise and fall, rubbing against his skin. We are acutely aware of the arousing motion, as well as the motion down, below the water. Against the smooth skin of my abdomen and making me yearn to have him fill me, I can feel his hard member pulsing, speaking to me of my lover's need.

Having brought both my arms to rest on his shoulders, I seek his eyes and cannot help but smile in anticipation, secretly relieved that he still wants me so bad. As always, he appears to know what I am thinking, long before I have the chance to speak it. Running his thumb over my parted, quivering lips, he answers my unspoken question.

"Yes, beloved, I have longed for you all this time and I don't believe that my desire for you can ever be quenched."

"Can I, give you some soothing, at least?" I tease, but I am immediately silenced by a devouring kiss, surrendering to desire and need. I cling to him, my fingers tracing the curve of his neck and then digging into the tense muscles of his back.

We do not stop for breath, as the kiss deepens, becoming savage, hungry, possessive. We battle it out, like we always do, striving not for dominance, but to give as much pleasure to each other as possible.

When we are forced to stop, gasping for breath, I let him pant and seize the opportunity to exercise my ministrations on the firm line of his jaw, down the column of his neck, laving and gently biting the soft skin. He can no longer hold back the moans building within him when my lips travel along the shell of his ear, nibbling at the earlobe and torturing the sensitive tip. Tyelko's response is music to my ears.

I pause only briefly, to try and reach for the side of him that I have not yet worshiped, but he murmurs something beyond comprehension and takes my head in his hands, removing my greedy, tormenting mouth form his heated skin.

"Mmm... Tyelko, I have such a craving for you... Will you not allow me to ease my longing by tasting all the delicious bits of you?" I inquire sweetly, peering into his azure eyes.

My words have the same effect as my caresses would and he bites back a groan before looking at me intently, raw lust dancing like blue flames in his eyes.

"My Irisse... you will never cease to amaze me! I would grant you any wish, for I am yours to love in any way you please. But, my dear, you will undo me far too soon..." he answers and then suddenly stops, eyes growing wide and those bewitching lips curving in the "o" of a moan. As we have put just a fraction of distance between us, my right hand has traveled along the line that begins just under his sternum, sliding down slowly, over twitching, rock hard muscles, to feel the summit of his pulsing arousal against the center of my palm. My fingers have taken his length into a slight squeeze, starting to move up and down. And the water has become incredibly hot between us.

It is also too early for this as well, I take it, because Tyelko sighs and gently removes my hand, shaking his head and blinking a few times as he is fighting the effects of my arousing touch. I give him a feigned, innocent look and watch him rolling his eyes, thus admonishing me for the unexpected assault.

"Will you not allow this either? Tyelko, I have been anticipating this for so long and I want you so bad that I cannot help myself." I tell him, smiling wantonly.

He just groans, drawing a sharp breath between gritted teeth, before his lips descend upon mine again, kissing them savagely. I am open to his demanding assault, toying with his delicious, elusive tongue as the kiss deepens.

Too stirred to play around and too impatient, just as he has warned, Tyelko places his hands on my thighs and lifts me to him, so that I can wrap my legs around him. A soft whimper escapes my lips when I feel his arousal pressed against my own heated flesh and I rub against him, eager to feel him inside me, urging him to claim me.

One brief, lustful and burning look is exchanged between us and he understands the urgency of my silent plea. He knows that my need to have him is just as strong as the desire that he has fought to keep in check throughout the days of our journey and many more before that. He knows that I am almost desperate to feel him plundering his way to my very core. And I can plainly tell that he craves to do it also.

Seemingly effortlessly, he carries me to the shore, searching for a spot to lay me down and ravish me. After slowly kneeling and laying me down on the smooth, fine sand, Tyelko reluctantly unwraps my legs from around his waist. I look up at him, through narrowed eyes, taking in his magnificent form, towering above me beneath the background of a dark-blue sky. I do not know where to point my feverish gaze: either to his beautiful face, so I can marvel at the exquisite features that distinguish him and his brothers and become lost in the azure depths that make him so unique or to let my eyes wander lower, to his throbbing member, rising proudly against the firm muscles of his abdomen. And I cannot make up my mind on whether to rise and capture those inviting lips in a rough, passionate kiss, or to have him take my place and receive the wet caresses that would fill the woods with his cries and moans of delight.

However... we have no restraint left for further teasing and I find myself lost to all reason, as he places himself between my spread legs. Lowering himself above me, he takes over my senses, playing them like a fine tuned instrument, with expert fingers, lips and tongue. Abandoning myself to the amazing sensations, I let my mind fly and my body respond wildly to his ministrations.

Out of nowhere, the thought of whether Tyelko has brought any other lover here, pressing him or her into the soft sand and making such frantic love that his or her body would have left an imprint on the shore, pops into my head. The idea makes me snicker and Tyelko stops his delightful occupation, his mouth leaving my tingling skin.

"What? What is it?" he inquires, grinning, his mouth hovering above my painfully sensitive nipple. I toss my head left and right, but he warns, in a low, provocative voice.

"I will not continue unless you share your amusement with me."

"Well, then..." I hesitate, unsure of how he will react to what I am about to say and unable to make something else up as he would immediately tell the lie. "I was wondering if you have brought anybody else here before."

"Perhaps I have." he says matter-of-factly. "Would that bother you?"

"I... no. Yes. I guess it would if you have done it after you and I have begun... seeing each other." I mutter, not pleased by the turn of conversation.

"I am sorry, then." he says, lowering his head and strands of wet, golden hair fall on my skin, tickling me. "Though it will disappoint you, I have to tell you that you are not the first person I have brought here since we have begun seeing each other."

The answer sends an uncomfortable feeling to the pit my stomach and I frown, wishing that he would look me in the eye as he tells me this.

"Well, at least you are honest about it." I manage to say, trying not to betray my disappointment.

"Of course I am. When have I ever lied to you?" he answers, looking up and into my eyes again. To my surprise, there is much amusement shining in his blue gaze.

"Funny you should say this. Perhaps you should have told me about it before you brought me here to have your wicked way with me."

"Are you jealous, Irisse?" he asks me, with a crooked grin on that handsome face.

"Would you not be jealous if I made love to you in a bed that I have shared with another lover?" I snap back, annoyed by the amusement that I do not share.

"Damn right I would be! But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Tyelko..." I let out a wary sigh, unwilling to carry on the pointless exchange that does nothing but delay the release and pleasure demanded by my body. I can have a fight with him later, now I just want him to take me.

"Irisse... I mean it. Why would you be jealous of the people I have brought here? If I recall correctly, I have started seeing you since you were a small, cute babe in your mother's arms. And I have been here before with Makalaure, when he was in a weird, prudish mood, before falling in love and becoming tied to his beloved's skirts. One time, I've shown Maitimo and your eldest brother this secluded place and the left them alone to their devices. And then, there was that time when the twins were nothing much but naughty children, teasing and annoying Carnistir to the point where I had to remove them from his side, lest my brother's anger would have exploded and the young ones would have been in for it." he says, a huge, dazzling smile spread on his face, looking at me with shining, honest eyes.

All I can do is growl and grab a fist-full of silky hair, making him yelp and move his head closer to my face.

"I hate you, Tyelko!" I shout in frustration, but I am more relieved than annoyed to understand that he was just playing with me.

"No, you love me. You may hate my teasing, but you love me." he murmurs, his lips now so close to mine that I can feel his warm breath ghosting against my own lips.

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Yes, you do." he replies. I notice that his eyes are no longer sparkling with mischief, as before, and that there is a more serious expression on his face. "My love, you need not worry that I am not faithful. Because I am. There is nobody else. Only you, my beautiful Irisse. I feel nothing for anyone else, because you hold my heart and reign over my desire."

Ah, he is just as good with words as his father. And I always go weak in the knees when I hear him saying such wonderful, poetic things, even if I should know better, sometimes. Now is no exception. But I can not let him tease me and have the last word...

"Really?" I ask him, raising an ironic eyebrow. As he begins to frown, I buck beneath him and urge him: "Show me!"

As I expected him to, Tyelko responds by growling like a wild feline and letting desire take over. Kissing me roughly, he moves on top of me. I wrap my legs around his hips and raise myself, grinding against him and urging him to bury his burning arousal in my aching, pulsing depths.

My call does not go unanswered and I gasp when he eases himself quickly inside the warmth that I am offering. Reaching out two trembling arms, I hold him fiercely, closing my eyes and giving in to the incomparable sensation of being filled and feeling his arousal throbbing inside me.

Waves of pleasure sweep through me each time he moves, first in shallow thrusts, then picking up the pace and rocking back and forth harder. Lips constantly nipped and crushed in a continuous, frantic kiss, we grunt, cry and moan, voicing the unbearable pleasure that courses wildly through our veins.

My whole world has narrowed to him, to his movement within me and the caverns of his delicious mouth that I could never be done exploring. Slamming into each other at an alarming pace, we are unable to hold back cries of sheer delight and completion soon follows. Unmade and made anew, we are recreated as one, perfect being, floating upon the light waters of bliss.

Panting heavily, Tyelko crashes on the sand, at my side, pulling me on top of him. I rest my head on his heaving chest and, despite being exhausted and sated, a new kind of tremor travels through me. I open my eyes and look up, at the incredible creature that I am so close to.

Completion makes him glow and smoothes his perfect, youthful features. Tyelko is like a God, worthy of worship, whether for his beauty, his wit or his skill. Fairest when he takes and gives pleasure, I adore him and I am now certain that I belong with him, if there ever was any doubt. I would be miserable and empty without him and I would rather lose myself than be deprived of his presence and his love. I need him and the immense passion that consumes both of us like it has just moments ago.

Tyelko is intoxicating to behold as he struggles to recover his breath, a broad, satisfied smile lighting his face. He can sense that my eyes are upon him and a look of unspeakable love passes between us. For a few moments, we just acknowledge each other and all that binds us, aware of every minuscule details of each other's heart and mind.

Finally, I rise to kiss him softly, whispering: "I love you... I love you, Tyelkormo, with everything that I am and I will ever be."

Holding me close and smiling lovingly, he answers in a low voice, thick with emotion.

"Irisse... you are my life. I did not lie when saying that you hold my heart. This is what it should be like between us forever. I may not have realized it at once, but I belong with you and you were meant for me. I would let nothing and nobody change that."

Far too happy to utter another word, I just kiss him, barely holding back tears of joy. There is no need for words now. I just snuggle close to him, resting my head on his chest once more. Beneath the smooth, tanned skin and the firm muscles that are just beginning to relax, I can hear Tyelko's pounding heart. And I have the exhilarating notion that it is mine. So I sigh contentedly and place a few delicate kisses on his glowing skin, before returning to my usual unpredictable, naughty self.

"Was there a proposal in there, Tyelko?" I inquire playfully.

My head is shaken slightly by the movement of his chest as he laughs softly in response. I can also feel him shaking his head in apparent helplessness, while his arms have a tender hold on me. There is obvious amusement in his voice when he answers.

"Ah, Irisse, you are one step ahead of me again, though this should not surprise me any longer, as you always seem to be. Yes, there was a proposal in there, but your greedy, impatient little self could not wait for me to recover my breath and do it properly."

"Mmm... I am sorry. This big mouth of mine needs to be shut, I guess." comes my insinuating reply, as my mind can't quite grasp the enormity and the importance of this moment.

"Yes, it does." Tyelko agrees, caressing my cheek. "Well, do you?" he asks, in a casual voice.

"Do I what?"

"Do you want to marry me?"

"I though you were going to do it properly." I reply before even thinking, my head spinning and all reason apparently deciding to leave me, now, of all times.

I watch him, holding my breath, as he turns me on my back again, leaving my side and kneeling between my legs. He lifts the long, slender limbs and places them on his shoulders, his golden head slowly descending to punish me for my wicked behavior.

As an agonizing torture begins, he stops every now and then to inquire sweetly: "Do you?...", my cries of "Yes!" and "I do!" filling the surrounding woods.