Title: Reassuring Galadriel
Author: Silvan Star Singer
Email: silvan_star_singer@yahoo.com  (please send feedback!)
Pairing: Melian and Galadriel
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit fem slash
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.  They are the sole creations 
of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Summary: Melian, queen of Doriath tutors a young Galadriel in the 
pleasures of the flesh.
	

	Melian of Doriath studied the lovely fair face of her student, 
Galadriel.  Galadriel, with her long, rippling flaxen hair, and her strangely 
old sapphire eyes.  Galadriel, so beautiful and strong, so compassionate, 
and yet so remote.  Melian had always been drawn to this beautiful child 
of the Eldar.  She was such a contrast of innocence and wisdom, 
vulnerability and strength.  It was an intriguing combination, which 
fascinated Melian and held her powerless before this young Elf-Maid.  An 
aura of power emanated from Galadriel, and Melian could foresee that she 
would grow and develop even more, one day becoming a formidable 
enemy against the Great Evil, brought into Arda by Melkor and Sauron.  

	Melian herself was exquisitely beautiful, one of the mysterious and 
powerful Maiar.  She had long straight hair the color of a moonless 
midnight sky.  Her eyes were like a storm-tossed sea, grey and fathomless.  
Her skin, like Galadriel's was the creamy and soft, like old ivory velvet.  
Melian was the wisest being in Middle-Earth, and by her power and 
counsel was Doriath kept safe.  Her husband, Thingol, had long kept his 
realm secret by virtue of his beautiful wife's power.  Melian had of late 
noticed a grim mood descend on her husband.  He had distanced himself 
from her, ever seeking the lost Silmarils in his mind; heedless of the 
destruction his lust for them would bring to their realm.  

	Melian sighed softly, wondering if the wall that had sprang up 
between them was partly of her own making.  She was obsessed with 
Galadriel, her thoughts constantly straying to the lovely Elf-Maid.  And 
now Galadriel had on the eve of her marriage to Celeborn, come seeking 
her mentor’s counsel.  The golden-haired beauty sat silently next to 
Melian in the queen’s private moonlit garden.  The night was warm and 
perfumed with the scent of roses, and the sweet song of nightingales filled 
their ears with hauntingly beautiful melodies.  Melian felt vibrantly alive, 
her senses sharpened by her desire for Galadriel.

	“I find myself questioning this choice, I feel inhibited and 
uncertain.  This is not a familiar feeling to me, my lady.  What counsel can 
you give me?”  Galadriel asked, as she twisted and wrung the silk of her 
ice blue gown.  

	“Galadriel, only you can decide if this marriage is right for you.  
After all that I have taught you, you should know this,” Melian rebuked 
her gently.

	“It is not that I doubt my love for Celeborn.  He is a lord both wise 
and strong.  Yet my heart is filled with fear.  I am afraid of what will 
happen tomorrow, on my wedding night. This emotion of passion is 
frightening and strange to me.  I have seen what it can do to others, the 
hold it gives one person over another.  I, Galadriel, will let no one own 
me!  Oh Melian, I feel so lost!”  Galadriel turned away and began to weep.  
Crystalline tears welled up in her azure eyes, and spilled down her cheeks.

	Melian reached out to comfort her young student, pulling Galadriel 
into her loving arms and stroking the golden hair that cascaded over her 
shoulder.  She murmured words of comfort into Galadriel’s pointed ear, 
and at last the storm subsided.  Blue eyes still awash with tears gazed into 
grey ones, and Melian felt faint with excitement.  She was mesmerized, 
and reached out to tenderly trace the exquisite curve of Galadriel’s cheek.  

	“Melian?”  Galadriel whispered in confusion.

	“Oh Galadriel, your sorrow touches my heart.  I cannot stand the 
sight of one so courageous and wise in grief.  Let me comfort you, young 
one!  Surely you have seen that I care for you deeply.  Will you not open 
yourself to me?  Will you let me prove to you that to be loved is not to be 
possessed against one's will?”  Melian asked breathlessly, terrified yet 
strangely elated that at last she had confessed her feelings for this maiden.  

	Galadriel’s face was a study in uncertainty, as she looked at her 
mentor with wide blue eyes.  She hesitated a moment, considering 
Melian’s words.  She was intrigued by the prospect of finding answers to 
her questions.  

	"Yes!"  Galadriel hissed the word, as she reached out and touched 
the face of her lovely mentor,

	In response to her unspoken plea, Melian bent her dark head and 
brushed a kiss lightly against Galadriel's prettily sculpted lips.  Galadriel 
sucked in her breath, but despite her apprehension, she returned the kiss.  
Melian deftly parted her lips with her tongue, and thrust the facile organ 
into the Nissi's mouth.  

	Galadriel moaned in response, unable to believe how quickly her 
body responded to the deep kiss of her mentor.  She shyly began returning 
the kiss, and in a bold move that surprised even herself, she touched her 
tongue to Melian's.  A sharp stab of hot desire rippled through the Elf-
Maid's slender frame.  It seemed to originate between her firm thighs, and 
caused her generous breasts to swell and tighten.  She was surprised at 
herself, and knew that she should be appalled by her behavior, yet 
Galadriel was helpless against the rising tide of lust that swept through 
her.  She gloried in the throbbing sensations pulsing through her body, and 
rode the crest of the wave exultantly.

	Melian reveled in the way that her advances had been so eagerly 
accepted.  She had yearned for this moment for a very long time, and the 
reality far surpassed her fantasies.  She sank to her knees in the soft 
emerald grass of her garden, drawing Galadriel down beside her.  She was 
desperate to continue her exploration of the Elf-Maid, and without 
breaking the kiss; she undid the fastenings on Galadriel’s loose gown with 
shaking fingers.  She then slid the gown down the maiden’s shoulders, 
baring her lover to the waist.  Galadriel had large, creamy breasts, each 
topped with a pale pink nipple.  Melian sat back and feasted her silvery 
eyes on the sight before her.  Her scrutiny made the nipples tighten, and 
Galadriel shuddered with a poignant mixture of excitement and 
embarrassment.  Unable to resist, Melian reached out with delicate 
fingertips and traced a circle of exquisite sensation around each of the 
milky globes.  She did not touch the nipples until Galadriel began to sigh 
with longing, and then Melian dipped her raven head and reached out with 
her tongue to lave each of the sensitive buds.  When she met no resistance, 
the Maiar began to love the nubbins in earnest, licking and suckling on 
them until Galadriel cried out with need.

	“Please...I need you now,” the Noldor maiden pleaded.

	Melian ceased her sweet torture, and swiftly removed the rest of 
Galadriel’s garments.  Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the Elf-
Maid revealed in all of her naked splendor.  The moonlight played on the 
shadowy hollows of Galadriel's slender waist and curvaceous hips.  The 
maiden's legs were slim and long, and between them lay a triangle of 
golden curls.  A faint flush stained Galadriel's fair face, as Melian studied 
her.  Seeming to sense her discomfort, Melian smiled reassuringly, and 
gazing into her lover’s azure eyes as she regally unclasped her own ruby 
silk gown, and cast it carelessly aside.  

	Galadriel looked up at her with appreciative eyes, drinking in the 
sight of Melian’s creamy skin and naked form.  The queen stood before 
her proud and unafraid, giving her lover the opportunity to explore her 
with her eyes.  The Maiar had a magnificent figure, each feature perfectly 
proportioned.  She stood nearly as tall as Galadriel, and her deep chest was 
adorned with high, firm cone-shaped breasts, each pale orb graced with a 
bright cherry of a nipple.  Her waist was unbelievably tiny, yet flowed into 
generous hips and then down into long legs.  Melian had no hair between 
her legs, Galadriel noted with surprise.  The Maiar was the very 
personification of what it meant to be female, and her young protégé felt 
her excitement peak once again.    

	"Melian...please..." she whispered, longing for something that she 
could not name.  

	Melian laughed throatily, and then kissed the young Noldor 
maiden again.  She was pleased that this time Galadriel responded eagerly 
and parted her lips to accept Melian's thrusting tongue.  The queen then 
knelt and drew Galadriel down with her.  She reached down to again play 
and tease Galadriel's breasts.  To her delight, the favor was returned, as the 
golden-haired beauty reached up and shyly caressed Melian's heavy 
mounds.  Galadriel lightly pinched the large burgundy nipples, drawing a 
moan from the Maiar.  The two continued to explore each other's bodies, 
drawing on one another's nipples and caressing and fondling each other's 
buttocks.  

	Their excitement grew to a fever pitch, until finally, with a 
graceful movement, Melian pushed Galadriel back onto the velvety carpet 
of grass.  She pinioned the Noldor's slender wrists and gazed down at her 
with stormy eyes wide with passion.  The Elf-Maid's breath came in 
ragged gasps, her breasts were heaving, and a fine sheen of perspiration 
covered her graceful form.  Her eyes shone with sapphire fire, and the tips 
of her elegantly pointed ears were flushed.  Melian delighted in the effect 
she was having on her student.  She had dreamed of this moment for so 
long, and was hardly able to believe that her fantasy was coming true.

	"Are you certain you want this, Galadriel?"  Melian asked 
hoarsely.  "This is the threshold, and once it is crossed, there is no going 
back."

	"I am certain, Melian.  I want answers to my questions," Galadriel 
affirmed.

	With a groan, Melian released her wrists, and gracefully slid down 
until she was straddling her protégé.  She brushed feathery kisses down 
the length of the maiden's body, until she reached the golden triangle 
between Galadriel's legs.  She blew on the golden curls teasingly, and then 
positioned one of Galadriel's long legs over each of her shoulders.  Then, 
with unerring instinct, she homed in on the very center of the Elf-Maid's 
warmth, flicking her tongue against the hard little bud that she found there.  
Galadriel moaned and her legs fell open even more.  She arched against 
Melian's facile tongue, which seemed to have gained a life of its own.  It 
flickered against her tiny organ maddeningly, arousing feelings that 
threatened to overwhelm her.  Melian spent long moments between those 
perfect white legs, drinking in Galadriel’s copious honeyed juices.  She 
alternated between darting stabs of her tongue and long, tantalizing licks, 
until Galadriel was begging for release.  

	“Ah, Galadriel, you are so exquisite, so magnificent in your 
passion.  Be patient, young one, for there are even greater pleasures yet to 
come,” Melian promised huskily.

	The Maiar found an ever more urgent rhythm, and continued to 
tantalize and torment her lover, until the sensual tide swept over Galadriel 
in waves.  She felt the world fold in on itself and then explode all around 
her, and she cried out with rapture.  She flew above the fragrant, moonlit 
garden and soared through a warm golden light that surrounded and 
embraced her, and filled her pleasure and contentment.  Ever so slowly, 
Galadriel became aware of her surroundings once more, as she drifted 
back languidly to find Melian's strong arms holding her tightly.  As her 
vision came back into focus, she smiled into Melian's silver eyes.

	When the Elf-Maid's breathing and heartbeat slowed to normal, 
she sat up unsteadily.  Melian kissed her sweetly on her dry, open mouth, 
and held her tenderly until Galadriel had recovered from her first taste of 
passion.  The Maiar's raven tresses cascaded over her shoulders in a 
tumbled mass, and Galadriel brushed the hair back gently.  

	"Thank you, Melian.  You will forever have a piece of my heart for 
giving me this most precious gift.  You have soothed my fears and taught 
me what bliss can exist between two lovers.  I understand now that to be 
held in passion's thrall is not something to be feared, but rather to be 
cherished!  I will never forget this night, my queen.  Now, I think, it is 
time for me to return the favor," Galadriel said softly, as she touched 
Melian's lips with her long, elegant fingers.  

	Suddenly, the teacher had become the student.  Mesmerized, 
Melian parted her lips and took the slender digit into her eager mouth.  
She allowed Galadriel to guide her back onto the soft carpet of grass, 
which was still warm from the Elf-Maid's body.  Galadriel followed 
Melian down, and kissed her way down the Maiar's creamy and fair body, 
lingering at the dark rogue of her nipples to nip and suckle there.  Melian 
sighed with pleasure, as Galadriel parted her trembling milky thighs.  
Tossing her gleaming hair back, Galadriel knelt and hesitantly touched the 
tip of her tongue to the glistening pearl that lay hidden amongst the satiny 
folds of Melian's sex.  Melian parted her legs wider, and grasped the back 
of the Elf-Maid's head.  She arched up even as the pulled the Noldor's face 
closer to her, and Galadriel responded by gently thrusting two slender 
fingers inside the Maiar.  Melian screamed with passion when Galadriel 
again bent and sucked her little jewel into her mouth.  The Elf-Maid 
quickly found a rhythm, and continued to tease and play with Melian's 
jewel even as she thrust her fingers in and out of her tight sheath.  At last, 
Melian's pleasure crested and she clutched handfuls of Galadriel's golden 
hair, grinding her sex into the Elf-Maid's face, crying out again and again 
with delight.  

	At last, Melian released her, and Galadriel rolled over wearily onto 
her back.  She was exhausted from their exertions, and had much to 
consider before her wedding tomorrow.  Melian lie beside her and took 
her hand, and the two lovers basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, 
silent, yet content.   It took several moments for them to recover, but after 
awhile, they rose and embraced.  They dressed hurriedly, for the evening 
air had grown chill.  Melian cupped Galadriel's face between her hands, 
and kissed her one last time.  

	"I hope that your fears have been put to rest, Galadriel," Melian 
said, searching the Noldor's eyes for evidence of regret.  There was 
nothing but wonder in the sapphire depths, however.

	"You have indeed, my lady queen.  I will always be grateful for the 
lessons you have taught me this night," Galadriel reassured her.

	"Should you desire me again, my lovely Galadriel, you have only 
to ask.  But now, the hour grows late and you are exhausted.   Go now, 
and seek your bed.  I will see you tomorrow," Melian said.

	"Good night, my lady.  And thank you again for your counsel," 
Galadriel said as she walked out of the moonlit gardens back to the palace.  
She had learned a great deal this evening, not only of passion, but of 
Melian and of herself as well.  All this she would consider and consider, 
but for now, her mind and heart were clear and free of doubt.  She was 
ready for her marriage now, and anxious to practice her newfound arts on 
Celeborn.  Perhaps someday, Melian would even join them in their bed 
sport.  With that tantalizing thought in mind, Galadriel reached her 
chambers and collapsed on her bed.  She drifted off to sleep at last, ready 
to seize her destiny at long last.