Title: The Gift
Author: The Silvan Star Singer
Email: silvan_star_singer@yahoo.com
Pairing: Nienna/Este 
Rating: R 
Disclaimer: All characters are the sole creations and property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
I feel her solemn azure gaze upon me. I lift my eyes to hers, and she turns away, hiding her face 
within her silver hood. She is so gentle, so very serene. All around us Lorien blooms in autumn 
splendor. We stand upon a blanket of golden mallorn leaves, surrounded by the gleaming silver 
boles of the trees. Above us is a thinning canopy of gold. We are alone in my brother Irmo's 
garden. 
Este and I are like the opposite sides of a coin. We are so very different, yet bound together for 
eternity. She is so gentle, so very tender and nurturing. She offers rest and reprieve to those 
who are weary. I offer grief and heartache. For countless ages I have trod the lonely, desolate 
road of sorrow, a silent shade bringing those who mourn, bringing them eventually to her. She 
gives them the gift of peace, of rest, a chance to lay aside their burdens of remorse and anguish. 
I am their guide, I bring them to her.
I marvel at how easily she heals their hurts, at how the weight of their sadness melts away at 
her touch. I am so strong, so terribly unyielding. She is as soft as the first winter snow. She 
gently envelops the children of Eru in a cloud of peace. They dash themselves upon me like ships 
upon the rocky shore. 
I hurry to follow Este's silver cloak as she leads me toward the center of the golden wood. It is 
such a change to follow her lead. I am fascinated by the change in our positions. At long last, I, 
the powerful Nienna, can let someone else be the guide. The sensation of relinquishing control to 
someone else is piquant, and very liberating. For so long, I have wanted this. 
I wonder if the other Valar sense the tension between us. I find myself unable to care. I have 
wanted her for so long. At last, we reach her secret glade. The grass is carpeted with gold, and 
the silver and gold trees arching above us let in patches of a vibrant blue sky. Este stands against 
this backdrop of gorgeous color, a gray shadow. As I approach her, she gracefully steps out of 
her drab gray robes. She is exquisitely beautiful. Her pale skin and slight build make her seem 
heartbreakingly fragile and innocent. Her large eyes are the color of the sea, her long, sleek hair 
as white as snow, and filled with silver lights. Her small breasts are round and full, each topped 
with delicate nipple. She is reminds me of Yavanna's roses, all ivory and pink and petal-soft. 
She reaches out to help me remove my own garments, for my hands are suddenly trembling and 
graceless. I stand silent and still, caught up in the poignancy of the moment. Este gazes upon 
me, her sapphire eyes alight with wonder. I feel suddenly shy, and reach up to unbind the braids 
that keep my long, raven-black hair neat. It covers me like a rippling mantle, and I feel the flush 
fade from my alabaster cheeks. My emerald eyes widen with surprise, as my lover reaches out 
for me at long last. No longer is she shy and timid. Her cool lips press against me own, her 
velvety tongue stroking against mine in a primeval rhythm. 
She draws me down to the soft forest floor, and we kneel before each other, exploring one 
another, learning to give each other pleasure. We caress, kiss, and touch, thrilled to allow the 
fires we have banked for so long to flare into a raging inferno. She gently pushes me onto my 
back, and I submit, glorying in her domination. She pinion's my body beneath hers, demanding 
my surrender, and I feel suddenly afraid I will lose myself in her. I try to pull back, to regain 
control. She refuses to allow it, and drives me ever closer to my peak. I am truly helpless before 
the power of her dominion. It is incredibly liberating. I cease my struggles, and allow the ecstasy 
to build within me, until I explode. The force of my climax shatters me, and draws a scream from 
between my tightly clenched teeth. It rolls over me again and again, until I at last collapse back 
onto the soft grass. As Este cradles me tenderly, I realize that she is not weak at all, but perhaps 
the strongest of all of the Valar. She has granted me her greatest gift. She has given me rest, 
and peace at last.