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A SONG OF LYNEREU AND SIRAYE
CHAPTER 1: THE FORESTS OF TARU-NU-FUIN
Let it be known, I am Siraye. And if you must know, I’m a wood nymph. My home is Taru-Nu-Fuin, an elvish name. Men call it Greenwood the Great. But, this is the Second Age and the Dark Lord has spread his evil across Middle Earth, and even here, my home forest. Many now call it Mirkwood.
But my father’s father remembers the elves that travelled through here. They gave it a beautiful name in their language and made friends of creatures great and small. You could say I was a small one, but great in confidence and persuasion.
It was this gift that, I believe, helped me befriend my dear Lynereu. She is a Sindarin Elf. You may have heard of their king, Thranduil.
Before the Dark Age, we wood nymphs ran carefree through the forests. Running and hiding was our favorite game. But we did make friends with the forest a****ls, rabbits, snakes, butterflies, deer, ladybugs, and the like. Any thing that moved was a part of the forest and a part of us. I was very adept at climbing trees and using foliage as camouflage. I swear, no one could see me, not even my closest family members and friends.
But one day, along comes Lynereu. I knew right off she was an elf. If truth be known, it’s the ears that give them away, but don’t tell her I said that ha, ha! I could see she was a huntress carrying their prized long bow and quiver of arrows slung over her sleek body. So silent they move. She turned her head so quickly in my direction I had no time to hide!
Hi there, her song-like voice smoothly carried over the air to me.
I remained silent, but not afraid.
Come on out and let’s talk, her words invited me.
I tried moving without a sound, but tripped. Can you believe it, tripped by a branch in my own woods!!
She laughed, but not harmful, a very relaxing and enveloping laugh. It made me comfortable, too comfortable I forgot my magic wood-leaf bodice. So I, Siraye, was standing naked before her. I blushed.
So, little one, what is your name? she asked.
Our tongue sounds like a wood flute, as I sang out my name…Siraye. And I knew from her expression, like most elves, they possess much knowledge and comprehended the wood nymph language very well.
She smiled, “Well, Siraye, I am Lynereu a wood elf, but you knew that did you not?
I nodded, still unclothed as I walked closer.
I like your style, she said. I tried covering my sex with my hands and we both laughed at the attempt.
Siraye, you’re beautiful for me, for the forest, for this Middle Earth. Don’t be ashamed little one. My eyes do not lie. And your eyes and hair are so dark, but not evil. A true wonder to behold.
Wow, I was feeling, well, if I kept my hands where they were I might frighten her with my desire.
But you, dear Lynereu are the true ideal of beauty in this realm. Look at your fair skin, and your lovely flowing fair hair. ‘Tis not of the Sindar race and counted among the Eldar who were the first and eldest created?
True, but let us postpone these words of praise. I seek shelter, having hunted long and into the night.
The next words I chose were of a dialect seldom used among my people hoping to confuse her, but alas her response was surprising.
Thank you, Siraye, I would gladly share your bed tonight.
What? Well, that backfired, I was telling myself. If truth be known, wood nymphs are created magically, not, ah, like elves and such races. We therefore don’t share beds, or if we do, it’s only to sleep and listen to the crickets and howling of the wolves and watch the fireflies light the surrounding darkness of the woods.
I felt the need to conjure my bodice and lower briefs made of woven dark green leaves, so as not to expose my small naked bottom. I turned and began the way to my concealed hut made of branches and moss.
You’re funny little one, she laughed. You’ve already shown me your most delicate and private parts, why invoke your clothing spell now?
My ears turned red. I was searching my innermost feelings and coming to the surprising conclusion that I may have shown her my naked body on purpose. Was I trying to…well, we don’t have a word for seduce.
When we reached my small hut, it was dark. I noticed Lynereu had to duck to enter, which I thought was funny.
She heard my laughing, Oh Siraye, your race is always at joy with the realm. How I do wish every creature would have your disposition.
She eyed my bedding, simple yet effective: dry grass, pine needles, and lavender flowers for a nice fragrance. But it was so small.
Don’t worry, she said as if she read my mind.
I went to light a candle and turned around as she was removing her hunting weapons and leather jacket and leather gauntlets. She wore a white, sheer garment that fell to just below her knees. It was cinched at the waist by an elvish belt with gold filigree, with runes of which I could not decipher. My eyes transfixed on her budding pink nipples poking through the translucent fabric.
Lay down little one, so I can properly place myself next to you, she said. I positioned myself on my back, staring up at my thatched roof, then rolled on my side as I dispelled my forest attire leaving me naked…again.
I heard the rustle of the dried grass and pine needles as Lynereu duplicated my position on the floor. She asked if I was comfortable as her hands moved effortlessly over my small body. I consented and felt one of her delicate hands cup my breast.
You have such large ones for a creature so small, she stated.
I could feel hers poking my back as she pressed against me for warmth. I felt compelled to see her and wiggled out of her embrace and turned on my side to face her.
Oh, Lynereu, you are so beautiful, I chimed. And your breasts are very large too.
Hmmm, you’re misbehaving. Have you ever seen an elf, or at least a wood elf such as myself with large breasts?
No, I said and we both laughed.
Lynereu then moved her face to my bosom and softly kissed my large, at least in her mind, breasts. If this is how elves make love, I’m all for it.
I giggled, as she gently squeezed my breast making my nipple hard and then covered it with her wet mouth.
I closed my eyes feeling an unusual warmth invade my body. Her long fair hair moved over my chest.
Is this how you make babies, I sing-songed.
She sat up and laughed. Again, it was a shared laughter, inviting, intoxicating.
I watched spellbound as she removed her sheer garment letting me gaze on her wondrous body silhouetted by the candlelight.
I reached up and tried to imitate her by touching her breast. She placed her hand on mine to guide me, show me, teach me. Once both her nipples were hard, she hugged me and kissed me and gently pushed me down on my back again.
Let me see some magic my little wood nymph, she asked.
And I conjured a soft evening breeze that rustles the leaves in the trees and flies through my window blowing out the candle.
A slight gasp escaped Lynereu’s mouth. She was impressed. I smiled in the dark and looked up at her lovely elfin face.
But something looked strange.
What are those? I asked.
What are what?? she replied.
On your face, I said.
Oh, she realized. They are called freckles. They only appear in moonlight. And our mistress moon is very bright tonight. She chuckled knowing I discovered a secret about her.
Can I lick them? I asked.
They taste the same as my face does in the sunlight, she stated.
I bolted upright and stuck my tongue on her cheek just to see.
She pushed me back down again, laughing.
She peered down at me, her eyes moving to the spot between my legs.
Is it true what the dwarves say about the juices between your legs. That it tastes like honey? she asked.
And do you believe dwarves? I asked back.
Her face was pained and hurt. There has always been a hatred between those two races.
Sorry, I said. I didn’t mean to hurt you. And yes, I’ve heard that tale.
Well? she inquired again.
If you must, I said as I spread my legs.
She moved her lithe body between them and lowered her elfin face down toward my patch of soft dark hair.
She hesitated and looked up at me. I could see her eyes reflected in the moonlight, shining back like a cat’s. She then proceeded to kiss me down there where no one has touched me before. And as she did this I also felt her fingers delicately move up and down and across the surrounding area.
It made we want to conjure my clothes again, but I bit my lip and let this unfamiliar feeling carry me on the night wind, out my window and up into the starry sky.
Soon I was chittering like a mouse and thought I was peeing. But it was this “nectar” the supposedly tall tales referred to. I then felt what must have been Lynereu’s tongue, so wet and hot finding its way inside my hole.
It went on till daylight, well, at least as long as it takes me to make tea in the morning, which is to say, several minutes.
I began breathing much louder than normal, very unusual for a wood nymph and I watched my chest rise and fall like never before.
So, it is true, Lynerue’s voice echoed off the walls. You do taste like honey, my sweet Siraye.
My ears burned red again, and even in the dark of night I do believe the senses of my skillful Lynereu could confirm this.
She kissed me on my mouth and I must say, I do taste almost as sweet as a honeycomb our dear bees make for us.
I giggled as Lynereu lay beside me, holding me, and softly singing me to sleep.
CHAPTER 1: THE FORESTS OF TARU-NU-FUIN
Let it be known, I am Siraye. And if you must know, I’m a wood nymph. My home is Taru-Nu-Fuin, an elvish name. Men call it Greenwood the Great. But, this is the Second Age and the Dark Lord has spread his evil across Middle Earth, and even here, my home forest. Many now call it Mirkwood.
But my father’s father remembers the elves that travelled through here. They gave it a beautiful name in their language and made friends of creatures great and small. You could say I was a small one, but great in confidence and persuasion.
It was this gift that, I believe, helped me befriend my dear Lynereu. She is a Sindarin Elf. You may have heard of their king, Thranduil.
Before the Dark Age, we wood nymphs ran carefree through the forests. Running and hiding was our favorite game. But we did make friends with the forest a****ls, rabbits, snakes, butterflies, deer, ladybugs, and the like. Any thing that moved was a part of the forest and a part of us. I was very adept at climbing trees and using foliage as camouflage. I swear, no one could see me, not even my closest family members and friends.
But one day, along comes Lynereu. I knew right off she was an elf. If truth be known, it’s the ears that give them away, but don’t tell her I said that ha, ha! I could see she was a huntress carrying their prized long bow and quiver of arrows slung over her sleek body. So silent they move. She turned her head so quickly in my direction I had no time to hide!
Hi there, her song-like voice smoothly carried over the air to me.
I remained silent, but not afraid.
Come on out and let’s talk, her words invited me.
I tried moving without a sound, but tripped. Can you believe it, tripped by a branch in my own woods!!
She laughed, but not harmful, a very relaxing and enveloping laugh. It made me comfortable, too comfortable I forgot my magic wood-leaf bodice. So I, Siraye, was standing naked before her. I blushed.
So, little one, what is your name? she asked.
Our tongue sounds like a wood flute, as I sang out my name…Siraye. And I knew from her expression, like most elves, they possess much knowledge and comprehended the wood nymph language very well.
She smiled, “Well, Siraye, I am Lynereu a wood elf, but you knew that did you not?
I nodded, still unclothed as I walked closer.
I like your style, she said. I tried covering my sex with my hands and we both laughed at the attempt.
Siraye, you’re beautiful for me, for the forest, for this Middle Earth. Don’t be ashamed little one. My eyes do not lie. And your eyes and hair are so dark, but not evil. A true wonder to behold.
Wow, I was feeling, well, if I kept my hands where they were I might frighten her with my desire.
But you, dear Lynereu are the true ideal of beauty in this realm. Look at your fair skin, and your lovely flowing fair hair. ‘Tis not of the Sindar race and counted among the Eldar who were the first and eldest created?
True, but let us postpone these words of praise. I seek shelter, having hunted long and into the night.
The next words I chose were of a dialect seldom used among my people hoping to confuse her, but alas her response was surprising.
Thank you, Siraye, I would gladly share your bed tonight.
What? Well, that backfired, I was telling myself. If truth be known, wood nymphs are created magically, not, ah, like elves and such races. We therefore don’t share beds, or if we do, it’s only to sleep and listen to the crickets and howling of the wolves and watch the fireflies light the surrounding darkness of the woods.
I felt the need to conjure my bodice and lower briefs made of woven dark green leaves, so as not to expose my small naked bottom. I turned and began the way to my concealed hut made of branches and moss.
You’re funny little one, she laughed. You’ve already shown me your most delicate and private parts, why invoke your clothing spell now?
My ears turned red. I was searching my innermost feelings and coming to the surprising conclusion that I may have shown her my naked body on purpose. Was I trying to…well, we don’t have a word for seduce.
When we reached my small hut, it was dark. I noticed Lynereu had to duck to enter, which I thought was funny.
She heard my laughing, Oh Siraye, your race is always at joy with the realm. How I do wish every creature would have your disposition.
She eyed my bedding, simple yet effective: dry grass, pine needles, and lavender flowers for a nice fragrance. But it was so small.
Don’t worry, she said as if she read my mind.
I went to light a candle and turned around as she was removing her hunting weapons and leather jacket and leather gauntlets. She wore a white, sheer garment that fell to just below her knees. It was cinched at the waist by an elvish belt with gold filigree, with runes of which I could not decipher. My eyes transfixed on her budding pink nipples poking through the translucent fabric.
Lay down little one, so I can properly place myself next to you, she said. I positioned myself on my back, staring up at my thatched roof, then rolled on my side as I dispelled my forest attire leaving me naked…again.
I heard the rustle of the dried grass and pine needles as Lynereu duplicated my position on the floor. She asked if I was comfortable as her hands moved effortlessly over my small body. I consented and felt one of her delicate hands cup my breast.
You have such large ones for a creature so small, she stated.
I could feel hers poking my back as she pressed against me for warmth. I felt compelled to see her and wiggled out of her embrace and turned on my side to face her.
Oh, Lynereu, you are so beautiful, I chimed. And your breasts are very large too.
Hmmm, you’re misbehaving. Have you ever seen an elf, or at least a wood elf such as myself with large breasts?
No, I said and we both laughed.
Lynereu then moved her face to my bosom and softly kissed my large, at least in her mind, breasts. If this is how elves make love, I’m all for it.
I giggled, as she gently squeezed my breast making my nipple hard and then covered it with her wet mouth.
I closed my eyes feeling an unusual warmth invade my body. Her long fair hair moved over my chest.
Is this how you make babies, I sing-songed.
She sat up and laughed. Again, it was a shared laughter, inviting, intoxicating.
I watched spellbound as she removed her sheer garment letting me gaze on her wondrous body silhouetted by the candlelight.
I reached up and tried to imitate her by touching her breast. She placed her hand on mine to guide me, show me, teach me. Once both her nipples were hard, she hugged me and kissed me and gently pushed me down on my back again.
Let me see some magic my little wood nymph, she asked.
And I conjured a soft evening breeze that rustles the leaves in the trees and flies through my window blowing out the candle.
A slight gasp escaped Lynereu’s mouth. She was impressed. I smiled in the dark and looked up at her lovely elfin face.
But something looked strange.
What are those? I asked.
What are what?? she replied.
On your face, I said.
Oh, she realized. They are called freckles. They only appear in moonlight. And our mistress moon is very bright tonight. She chuckled knowing I discovered a secret about her.
Can I lick them? I asked.
They taste the same as my face does in the sunlight, she stated.
I bolted upright and stuck my tongue on her cheek just to see.
She pushed me back down again, laughing.
She peered down at me, her eyes moving to the spot between my legs.
Is it true what the dwarves say about the juices between your legs. That it tastes like honey? she asked.
And do you believe dwarves? I asked back.
Her face was pained and hurt. There has always been a hatred between those two races.
Sorry, I said. I didn’t mean to hurt you. And yes, I’ve heard that tale.
Well? she inquired again.
If you must, I said as I spread my legs.
She moved her lithe body between them and lowered her elfin face down toward my patch of soft dark hair.
She hesitated and looked up at me. I could see her eyes reflected in the moonlight, shining back like a cat’s. She then proceeded to kiss me down there where no one has touched me before. And as she did this I also felt her fingers delicately move up and down and across the surrounding area.
It made we want to conjure my clothes again, but I bit my lip and let this unfamiliar feeling carry me on the night wind, out my window and up into the starry sky.
Soon I was chittering like a mouse and thought I was peeing. But it was this “nectar” the supposedly tall tales referred to. I then felt what must have been Lynereu’s tongue, so wet and hot finding its way inside my hole.
It went on till daylight, well, at least as long as it takes me to make tea in the morning, which is to say, several minutes.
I began breathing much louder than normal, very unusual for a wood nymph and I watched my chest rise and fall like never before.
So, it is true, Lynerue’s voice echoed off the walls. You do taste like honey, my sweet Siraye.
My ears burned red again, and even in the dark of night I do believe the senses of my skillful Lynereu could confirm this.
She kissed me on my mouth and I must say, I do taste almost as sweet as a honeycomb our dear bees make for us.
I giggled as Lynereu lay beside me, holding me, and softly singing me to sleep.
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