Post by Admin on Jan 3, 2021 0:52:40 GMT
Author: M-quasation
Rated M for sexual content.
‘There is no precedent to this, nor do we require one to cast judgment on it. It is shameful, foul and an insult to our rich history of independence. The sense of lack you expose through the veneration of this thing is a product of delusion’
My head and shoulders were stooped forward as if I was head-on confronted with rain. I did not need to look up to know she kept her gaze fixed upon me while she pointed at it. I did not need to look up to meet her powerful stare in order to be intimidated by it. My face was wet with both sweat and tears and I sobbed with my whole body. My sweat made the white tunic stick to my body, so I could see the pinkish hue of my forearms through the whiteness of my sleeves and it occurred to me that the others were seeing the rest of me in exactly that hue, the hue of excited girl flesh draped in a soaked virgin white fabric. This aroused me none. The arousal that was left in me was due to the so-called thing, and I realized my case was lost. Whatever my punishment would be, it would make no sense to stay in the colony afterwards. My desires had made me and outcast, again.
The embers of my arousal were dimmed by pallid fear. More and more I was feeling cold and limp, rather than flushed and vibrant. Soon, my goosebumps would be showing through the fabric, and if blood kept rushing to my head like this, there would be none left to make my skin any less white than the fabric itself. Galadriel did not raise her voice when she continued.
‘You imagine you need a key to your lock, as if there is further unlocking to be done. Believe me child, you are as liberated here as you’ll ever be, and the only keys you will encounter in your life will be those that can lock you back up. You consider a piece of wood the magical wand to feigned problems, but my heart cringes and worries flock in my spirits to see you betrayed by your own thinking. This desire you feel will not stick, the rush of blood will drop quickly and the deluge will make you sick.’
She paused, came one step closer and kneeled. Now we were face to face she gently touched my face and whispered in a clear tone: ‘I clawed with an unseen fierceness in my soul for the liberty you enjoy here. Not out of fear, but out of care.’
I was not surprised to hear her voice soften. Our savior, our majestic dove. Agitated in a brief moment of insulted care. With blushing lips she gave my head a kiss, and I was feeling insolent, for in my heart the hate for the men we left behind cast no shadow on my unease. She tilted her head. ‘You think I will punish you, but you are wrong. Punishment is not something that is done here, child. It is a practice of the men world you crave for. I will give you no punishment, I will give you freedom. Freedom to either stay or go. Freedom to prefer captivity outside my lands or freedom within its bounds.
When I looked up, there was no indignation in their eyes. They accepted my downfall, but not out of respect. There was nothing left for me, heroine of a bygone war. The godlike child, having pierced more of Aragorn’s men than any other of us. This island would not be ours, if not for me. Now bloodlust was no longer required, no lust was allowed. I was left slumbering in equalities without battles. The freedom not to serve, the freedom not to breed, the freedom to be bored. The magic of this island dulled, and the vibrancy of its inhabitants dulled. Having loved Galadriel intensely, I know this. Her fierceness was her magic. Anyone who would see her for the first time today, would still be taken by her gorgeous radiance, but I was disappointed every time I woke up next to her. She had grown somber whilst growing milder. She was confused in the mornings and lacked energy at night. I would know. The glittering garland, glittered only when opposed to. I had seen a dark giant wane into a slow matter and in my heart I was insolent, for my disgust sprang from love and lust for the fierce queen she had once been.
Galadriel rose and spoke to the others. ‘Let us not cast judgment on children deceived, but let us destroy that which deceives them.’ I have fought a hundred year long war for you. My childish desires served her well enough. ‘Burn it, my children.’ She turned to me, her smile lacked the coolness to impress me ‘You are welcome tonight. Welcome still. Now and forever.’
I’ll have you embarrassed yet. Your generosity stems not from a strong heart but from a dimming fire.
***
Abstinence is an easy war technique. I have known about it, but never felt the panic that comes with seeing your opponent hide behind walls. I’ve never felt like I might not wear them down this time, like the enemy is not really hiding, but just settling down in peace. ‘I can still welcome you here as a friend’ she said, stroking my hair. ‘Sleep now child, you will feel better in the morning’.
‘Not once have we known a night without love’, I darted out of bed, the candlelight made my skin look golden, and cast a dwindling shadow on her face. My muscles trembled with a readiness for battle. ‘If you think you can keep me here in shackles of shame, you must have lost your mind along with your love for me.’ Whilst I turned around to grab my nightgown from the floor, she sat up and continued in the same soft spoken voice ‘I always knew you would be the first to leave.’ I dropped the nightgown to again and looked over my shoulder. She sat on the rim of the bed now, her back was straight, and for the second time today, our eyes were at the same height.
‘I founded this place when Celeborn died. A place to prepare young elven girls like yourself for marriage. This island was supposed to be a place of transformation, but gradually I came to see that I was transforming powerful women into servants. None of them would have the explorations and conquests I have had and I realized that with Celeborn, the last good elven man had died. This Island had to become our place. The place for those who lacked no men among women. None of the elves opposed to our safe haven, but by then we were accustomed to mixing our blood with the mortal men and I underestimated their pride and overestimated the maturity of their minds. Having the beauty of an elven bride was a commodity in Gondor night life, and Aragorn’s sons were soon to be married.’
‘I know about this, Galadriel. You will remember the three of them tried to hunt me down, and I feasted on their intestines’
She rose. ‘You know about this, but I don’t think you understand it. This place is an impenetrable palace of peace, and you have a rage which is fixed on war. Now no one is left here to hurt you, you direct weapons towards yourself – and I won’t have it. You have powers which in times of dark lit – or is it that they absorb the darkness? Exhausting its energy rather than fighting it? You will not stay here, because you depend on the things you would like to destroy and there is nothing left for you to feast on.’
I lay down in malice and embarrassment. There was no fight to be won, she no longer wanted my dominance. ‘You think I’ll leave. You think I cannot adore you for your blandness. It is not because our love came with my ability to hurt you that it cannot do without it. Lie down and stop berating me for what you used to like.’ I’d either slit her throat or choke her in her pillow. Later.
***
I did not think this through, and had to shake it off. The awkward wiggling of my hips sent a shroud off towards my travel coat. The dark yellow stain would accompany me in my travels. But the same specimen would be Galadriel’s morning tea. Goodbye my sad queen. Death would not become you.
I kneeled next to the bed and woke her with a kiss. ‘I’m going in to town for breakfast. I made you tea.’ I rose, turned around and looking over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of her blissful smile.
‘It’s still warm’
Rated M for sexual content.
‘There is no precedent to this, nor do we require one to cast judgment on it. It is shameful, foul and an insult to our rich history of independence. The sense of lack you expose through the veneration of this thing is a product of delusion’
My head and shoulders were stooped forward as if I was head-on confronted with rain. I did not need to look up to know she kept her gaze fixed upon me while she pointed at it. I did not need to look up to meet her powerful stare in order to be intimidated by it. My face was wet with both sweat and tears and I sobbed with my whole body. My sweat made the white tunic stick to my body, so I could see the pinkish hue of my forearms through the whiteness of my sleeves and it occurred to me that the others were seeing the rest of me in exactly that hue, the hue of excited girl flesh draped in a soaked virgin white fabric. This aroused me none. The arousal that was left in me was due to the so-called thing, and I realized my case was lost. Whatever my punishment would be, it would make no sense to stay in the colony afterwards. My desires had made me and outcast, again.
The embers of my arousal were dimmed by pallid fear. More and more I was feeling cold and limp, rather than flushed and vibrant. Soon, my goosebumps would be showing through the fabric, and if blood kept rushing to my head like this, there would be none left to make my skin any less white than the fabric itself. Galadriel did not raise her voice when she continued.
‘You imagine you need a key to your lock, as if there is further unlocking to be done. Believe me child, you are as liberated here as you’ll ever be, and the only keys you will encounter in your life will be those that can lock you back up. You consider a piece of wood the magical wand to feigned problems, but my heart cringes and worries flock in my spirits to see you betrayed by your own thinking. This desire you feel will not stick, the rush of blood will drop quickly and the deluge will make you sick.’
She paused, came one step closer and kneeled. Now we were face to face she gently touched my face and whispered in a clear tone: ‘I clawed with an unseen fierceness in my soul for the liberty you enjoy here. Not out of fear, but out of care.’
I was not surprised to hear her voice soften. Our savior, our majestic dove. Agitated in a brief moment of insulted care. With blushing lips she gave my head a kiss, and I was feeling insolent, for in my heart the hate for the men we left behind cast no shadow on my unease. She tilted her head. ‘You think I will punish you, but you are wrong. Punishment is not something that is done here, child. It is a practice of the men world you crave for. I will give you no punishment, I will give you freedom. Freedom to either stay or go. Freedom to prefer captivity outside my lands or freedom within its bounds.
When I looked up, there was no indignation in their eyes. They accepted my downfall, but not out of respect. There was nothing left for me, heroine of a bygone war. The godlike child, having pierced more of Aragorn’s men than any other of us. This island would not be ours, if not for me. Now bloodlust was no longer required, no lust was allowed. I was left slumbering in equalities without battles. The freedom not to serve, the freedom not to breed, the freedom to be bored. The magic of this island dulled, and the vibrancy of its inhabitants dulled. Having loved Galadriel intensely, I know this. Her fierceness was her magic. Anyone who would see her for the first time today, would still be taken by her gorgeous radiance, but I was disappointed every time I woke up next to her. She had grown somber whilst growing milder. She was confused in the mornings and lacked energy at night. I would know. The glittering garland, glittered only when opposed to. I had seen a dark giant wane into a slow matter and in my heart I was insolent, for my disgust sprang from love and lust for the fierce queen she had once been.
Galadriel rose and spoke to the others. ‘Let us not cast judgment on children deceived, but let us destroy that which deceives them.’ I have fought a hundred year long war for you. My childish desires served her well enough. ‘Burn it, my children.’ She turned to me, her smile lacked the coolness to impress me ‘You are welcome tonight. Welcome still. Now and forever.’
I’ll have you embarrassed yet. Your generosity stems not from a strong heart but from a dimming fire.
***
Abstinence is an easy war technique. I have known about it, but never felt the panic that comes with seeing your opponent hide behind walls. I’ve never felt like I might not wear them down this time, like the enemy is not really hiding, but just settling down in peace. ‘I can still welcome you here as a friend’ she said, stroking my hair. ‘Sleep now child, you will feel better in the morning’.
‘Not once have we known a night without love’, I darted out of bed, the candlelight made my skin look golden, and cast a dwindling shadow on her face. My muscles trembled with a readiness for battle. ‘If you think you can keep me here in shackles of shame, you must have lost your mind along with your love for me.’ Whilst I turned around to grab my nightgown from the floor, she sat up and continued in the same soft spoken voice ‘I always knew you would be the first to leave.’ I dropped the nightgown to again and looked over my shoulder. She sat on the rim of the bed now, her back was straight, and for the second time today, our eyes were at the same height.
‘I founded this place when Celeborn died. A place to prepare young elven girls like yourself for marriage. This island was supposed to be a place of transformation, but gradually I came to see that I was transforming powerful women into servants. None of them would have the explorations and conquests I have had and I realized that with Celeborn, the last good elven man had died. This Island had to become our place. The place for those who lacked no men among women. None of the elves opposed to our safe haven, but by then we were accustomed to mixing our blood with the mortal men and I underestimated their pride and overestimated the maturity of their minds. Having the beauty of an elven bride was a commodity in Gondor night life, and Aragorn’s sons were soon to be married.’
‘I know about this, Galadriel. You will remember the three of them tried to hunt me down, and I feasted on their intestines’
She rose. ‘You know about this, but I don’t think you understand it. This place is an impenetrable palace of peace, and you have a rage which is fixed on war. Now no one is left here to hurt you, you direct weapons towards yourself – and I won’t have it. You have powers which in times of dark lit – or is it that they absorb the darkness? Exhausting its energy rather than fighting it? You will not stay here, because you depend on the things you would like to destroy and there is nothing left for you to feast on.’
I lay down in malice and embarrassment. There was no fight to be won, she no longer wanted my dominance. ‘You think I’ll leave. You think I cannot adore you for your blandness. It is not because our love came with my ability to hurt you that it cannot do without it. Lie down and stop berating me for what you used to like.’ I’d either slit her throat or choke her in her pillow. Later.
***
I did not think this through, and had to shake it off. The awkward wiggling of my hips sent a shroud off towards my travel coat. The dark yellow stain would accompany me in my travels. But the same specimen would be Galadriel’s morning tea. Goodbye my sad queen. Death would not become you.
I kneeled next to the bed and woke her with a kiss. ‘I’m going in to town for breakfast. I made you tea.’ I rose, turned around and looking over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of her blissful smile.
‘It’s still warm’