Title: Aure entuluva! (1/?)
Author: feaglin_sindar@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Galadriel/Elbereth
Rating: over all parts, NC-17/UK18
Feedback: Please - my first fic!
Archiving: Library of Moria, else just let me know where it's going.

Disclaimer: Disclaimed.

Summary: In the Day before days, the Valar tutor the young Galadriel...

Author's Notes: Translations at the bottom. I've stuck to book canon, as far
as I know, any errors are mine alone, especially the missing umlauts! (The
two small dots over vowels, which are unnecessary, but make the Elvish look
so pretty :)



* * *
Prologue

With Manwe by her side Varda heard all that passed in the world, from the
encircling sea, to the pits of Sauron in Middle Earth. With her lord by her
side she heard all, and he seldom left her side.

She did not know if it was to make her serve penance that he was by her side
this day, or for his own regrets.

She never stopped hearing that one voice. Above all others it sought her
heart. Pierced it. Long ages had passed since she had beheld its owner, and
soon she would see her again. Soon the grey ship would bear her to Tol
Erressea, and thence to the harbour at Alqualonde, at last to stand on the
shore she should never have departed.

Varda closed her eyes and imagined that voice as it had been in the Day
before days.



* * *
One

The young elf-maid's laughter rang though the clearing, musical, as befit a
daughter of the Teleri. She spoke then, her clear, resonant alto penetrating
the silvan depths: "Truly, Yavanna, you cannot say that! It is mischief to
suggest such a thing!"

The Valar she addressed smiled coyly, "What I tell you is but the truth."

"Why, then, are all small plants to owe their existence to Aule's mischief!
Small flowers for small people!" Artanis laughed again, shaking her head in
disbelief, causing her flaxen hair to catch the light of Laurelin at her
zenith.

Yavanna was once more struck by the way Artanis' hair seemed to embody the
golden tree's light. She gazed upon the elf maid before her, appraising
Illuvatar's handiwork. Artanis was as one of the Vanyar in appearance: tall,
lithe, golden haired, with piercing blue eyes. It was said amongst the Eldar
that her insights into the hearts and minds of others were uncanny. And yet,
she had within her the fea, the spirit, of the Noldor, and the sea longing
of the Teleri.

Yavanna wondered how long before her gifts would lead Artanis to sorrow, for
they carried as many woes as they bore fruits. She knew in her heart that
this elf-maid was more akin to her uncle Feanor than appearances would
suggest. Only the strongest of wills could bear both greatness and majesty,
and Artanis was yet untried in any such regard.

"Why so sad, Yavanna?"

The Valier looked up, and into the questioning gaze of the elf-maid. "I
think of what might be, Artanis. And I wonder what more I can teach you of
the growing things I have brought forth under the stars."

"Surely there is something more that I can learn from you? You have not
even begun the tale of how the trees were brought forth...."

"Ai! Artanis! Their creation can never be repeated, for they sprang as
bidden at the time appointed to them from the music of the Ainur which Eru
himself o'ersaw! I but sang my part, and Nienna gave forth her tears as
bidden, and from the music came the trees. They were not born of seed, not
root, nor shoot, but the love of Eru for the world."

"Oh, Yavanna, I wish that I could have witnessed that sight!" Artanis' voice
was filled with longing. "Yet, I think I can almost see it now, so strongly
do you think on it!"

"Come, Artanis, let us go to them and watch as Laurelin waxes, and her
brother's silver o'ertakes her gold. For it is now even as it was at the
first day of Valinor."

Yavanna reached a hand for Artanis', and the young elf gladly accompanied her
to the mound of the trees.


* * *

From afar, Varda watched as the two companions made their way to Ezellohar,
the mound of the trees. She knew that Artanis had learned much of the other
Valar, yet she herself was reluctant to teach this young elf-maid how to use
her gifts of insight. What would she discover in the hearts of others? What
things leading only to sorrow, to strife? What did Varda herself fear
Artanis discovering?



* * *
Two

The eagle saw them far below, lying on the eastern slops of Oiolosse,
stargazing. One of the Eldar and the Valar, rapt in the wonder of the stars.
Thinking nothing of this, he flew back over the mountains, and into the
palace of Manwe to speak with his lord.

* * *


"So all the stars that you have shown me this day, they were made for the
elves?" Artanis' glance shifted to the face of her mentor, reading there the
things she had been taught to look for.

"Yes. For you."

"For me? But I was not yet born?" The puzzlement in Artanis' voice pulled
Varda from her reverie, and she realised her mistake.

"For your people, the first children of Illuvatar," Varda spoke hastily, but
failed to hide the true meaning of the words from her young pupil.

"You have taught me to read the words of others too well, Elbereth."

"Aye. I have." The Valier looked to Artanis, and for the first time, allowed
her love for the elf to shine forth from her eyes.

Artanis gasped. Then she seemed to hear the voice of Elbereth soft in her mind,
soothing her disquiet, calming her wildly beating heart, stroking her
hair... but that was a real hand in her hair, real lips on her own, real
words of love whispered between kisses...

Feelings stirred within the elf, feelings she had never experienced before.
Wildly, she clutched at Elbereth, drawing her to her in a desperate kiss, as
though she feared loosing the Valier to the cool breeze.

Elbereth responded to this invitation, sliding Artanis' gown from her
shoulder and freeing her right breast. The Valar kissed her way down the
sensitive skin of Artanis' neck, over her collarbone and over the soft
pillow until she hungrily took the elf's areola in her mouth.

"Ai!" Artanis' piercing cry was encouragement enough for Elbereth, and she
began to gently tease Artanis' nipple with her tongue.

It drove all care from the young elf. Thrusting the Valier onto her back,
Artanis pulled her Lady's gown from her shoulders, freeing both breasts, but
leaving her arms loosely bound as she explored the goddess' body.

She played her fingers along Elbereth's collarbones and down her arms,
playfully licking along the lines she drew. Swooping to suckle Elbereth's
nipples between licks and caresses, she drew strained moans from the goddess
beneath her.

"Enough!" Cried Elbereth suddenly, flipping Artanis once more onto her back.

Elbereth spoke soft words into her ear, and Artanis was lulled so, she did
not feel her gown part from her body to leave her naked in Elbereth's arms.

"Eru, Illuvatar! Be praised for your creation!" Elbereth intoned, before
bowing her head to sup another kiss from Artanis' lips. The young elf
responded, sliding an arm about Elbereth's shoulder and drawing her down to
lie on top of her.

"Shall I be the only one laid bare before the Starkindler's greatest works?"
Artanis asked this looking deep into Elbereth's eyes, and the Valier was
lost, then, and forever.

Seeing this, Artanis paused, withdrawing her arms from Elbereth. Yet the
Valier stood, and her robe dropped to the ground.

"I am yours," she spoke reverently, "until the unmaking of the world."

Standing, Artanis stood before Elbereth and responded, "And I am yours,
until the unmaking of the world."

The two women stepped close and kissed gently.

Then Artanis' youthful passion resurged, and she slid a hand around
Elbereth's waist, clasping the Valier's head with the other and kissing her
deeply. When at last Artanis grew short of breath, she pulled back but a
little, and, breathing in the scent of her beloved, she smiled and renewed
their kiss.

They drew each other down to the earth, limbs flowing over and around each
other in a never-ending caress. Following the soft gasps of Elbereth, and
her own body's desires, Artanis gently swept her hand down from Elbereth's
waist and trailed her fingers softly through the golden hair between her
lover's legs. Elbereth sighed, and she moved her hips gently, encouraging
Artanis to dare more. The elf gently teased the Valier's lips until they
were slick, and she cried out in a minor climax. But Artanis was yet unsure
of herself, and hesitated a little.

Elbereth realised this, and she gently laid the elf on her back, kissing a path
down from her mouth, over her neck, shoulder, breast, and abdomen. She
trailed her tongue over the sensitive curve of Artanis hip and bit gently
at her waist. The young woman started, and Elbereth held back her teeth.

She parted Artanis' legs and kissed her, down from the inner thigh to the
arch of her foot, and then back up the other side. Elbereth gently placed a 
hand on each side of Artanis' hips, and she lapped her tongue firmly up the 
young elf's swollen lips. She controlled the bucking of Artanis' hips and
continued gently, circling her tongue over the small growing bud and
lapping gently at her entrance. She felt the warm, sweet liquid beginning to
flow from the young woman's body, and gently pushed her tongue in, gauging
the elf's reactions.

From Artanis' cry, she was desperate for more, and Elbereth moved her tongue
aside, replacing it with first one slender finger, then two. She crooked her
fingers inside Artanis' body, searching for the small spot that would undo
the elf. Elbereth knew she had found her target when Artanis' body bucked,
beginning to writhe uncontrollably.

Gently continuing to play with her tongue, Elbereth moved her free hand and
took some of Artanis' own moisture, then gently massaged her nipples, making
them slick. The teasing, frictionless massage and the constant play of
Elbereth's tongue and finger were too much for Artanis, and she called out
her climaxes one after another, becoming less and less coherent. After the
third, hovering now on the edge of consciousness, Artanis pushed Elbereth's
hand and mouth away and pleaded with her eyes for respite.

Elbereth gathered Artanis in her arms. They lay together, Artanis panting
and shuddering still, Elbereth holding her tightly, wonder and love in their
eyes.

Artanis' cries had woken the gulls on the cliffs below, and the sounds of
passion mingled with the call of the seabirds. For long ages to come,
for both the women, the cry of gulls would be enough to rekindle the moments
of their first passionate embrace.


* * *

Had it been possible, the returning eagle would have fallen from the heavens
in shock.



TBC

Translation notes:
1) "Aure entuluva!" translates as "Day shall come again!"
2) "Valier" - Queen of the Valar, one of the greater ones
3) My principal sources are LOTR, The Silmarillion, and Unfinished Tales.
4) For a full exposition about Galadriel's names, see Unfinished Tales, Part
2, Chapter IV, Appendix E, "The Names of Celeborn and Galadriel"
Briefly: Artanis, "noble woman," bestowed at birth by her father, Finarfin;
Nerwen "man maiden," bestowed during childhood was by her mother Earwen;
Al(a)tariel "maiden crowned with a radiant garland," an after-name or epesse
bestowed by Celeborn; Galadriel is the Sindarin translation of the Quenya
name Altariel. Phew!