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Caranwyn's Tale: In Defence of Middle Earth	By : NiaraAfforegate Category: +G through L > Lord of the Rings Online, The Views: 2258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The night air had gotten cold, and it made the flush in her cheeks feel like a fire as Caranwyn composed herself in the darkness. What was wrong with her? She gave herself a small shake and took a few deep breaths, then rolled her shoulders and stretched lightly. The cook fire had been doused and their small encampment was quiet now, mostly, save for the sounds of very quiet chatting coming from the other men's shelters. The one reserved for Russellwen and herself was silent and she walked carefully over to it, slipping in as silently as she could. Her sister sat up from where she lay immediately and after another moment, a small light flickered up, a tiny taper in an equally delicate holder that the other girl had slipped into her personal pack. As Caranwyn blinked she saw that her sister had already dressed down for bed, and wore only a light shift. They had two separate bedrolls, but Russellwen had set them up snug together, so it would probably just feel like one mat, once they settled in.

“How did it go? Did he tell you— Caranwyn, you're all flushed, what's wrong?” she tilted her head, a worried look coming to her eyes and Caranwyn put her hands up to her cheeks again. They were still very warm. It was probably the wine, she realised.

'I good' She murmured the sound with a shake of her head, then began undressing, slowly as her limbs complained. Despite the reassurance, Russellwen knelt up and reached out a hand to brush her cheek.

“Oh really?”

“There was wine,” this came out as something of an embarrassed mumbled, in between her stripping off her top and shedding her bindings. Her sister's uncharitable giggle felt both entirely expected, and well deserved, she admitted to herself. She paused again, just in her leggings now, and stretched out her arms and shoulders, working the muscles gently.

“Don't worry, I'm not... I'm fine, I didn't have much, really. It just seems to have all gone right to my cheeks. I'd probably have drunk more though, if he hadn't decided that we'd both had enough.” She shook her head, remembering the fact that no sign of having drunk anything at all had showed on Boromir. “Well, mostly me, probably. I'm lucky I didn't make a fool of myself.” Russellwen had put one hand to her mouth, looking thoughtful. Despite the considering stance, though, Caranwyn could feel the other girl's eyes tracing the curves of her body as she continued to undress. Despite herself, she let herself flex and emphasise a little bit for her, showing off ever so slightly. When she paused to undo the ties at her waist, Russellwen hummed to herself.

“You know, I'm surprised he stopped you at all, if half the things I've heard are true. Just whispers, but there's more than a handful of them. There's quite a few unmarried women in the City who claim to have spent intimate moments with him, or to being won over by his persistence. Some say the reason he's not married yet is because if he did, he'd need to stop, ah, being charming.” She hummed to herself again as Caranwyn pushed her leggings down. “And you are so very beautiful, dear sister.” She shivered as she felt Russellwen reached out to brush a finger over her thigh in a less than innocent way. Still with her back to the other girl, Caranwyn folded up her leggings and set them aside, slowly stretching out her aching thighs.

“I don't think he's like that, really. He seemed—” She stopped, going still part way through pulling at her underwear. “Oh that can't be good...”

'What?' The short sound from Russellwen made her turn around, still holding the front of the garment part way down. The inside was marked with a small yet noticeable strain of red. Not much, but very clearly blood. It was mostly dried, but when she touched herself gingerly, her fingers came away sticky. It didn't help that the whole region just plain felt sore and tender from the day's riding. Russellwen shared her puzzlement.

“But that can't... We're not due for two weeks yet.” Caranwyn shook her head.

“I haven't, it's not. At least, it certainly doesn't feel like it.” Carefully she pulled off the underwear the rest of the way and started to dab carefully at herself with a clean part of the fabric.

“Did you pinch or cut yourself while we were riding, maybe? I know I feel tender all over, especially in the thighs and groin.” She turned and began digging in her pack, coming up with a canteen of water and a clean cloth. “Here, sit down, let me have a look.” With a small nod, Caranwyn stopped her own ineffective ministrations and lowered herself to the ground, caught between wanting to sit up so she could see what her sister was doing, and knowing that it would be easier for the other girl if she just lay back. After a moment, Russellwen's firm hand pushed her back down. The feeling of her gentle touch stroking and cleaning with the damp cloth sent shivers through her in a way that a small part of her mind said was unbecoming of the situation. It got ignored as her eyes drifted closed and her next breath managed to turn from a soft sigh into a quiet moan. The cloth stopped.

“Don't you go enjoying yourself too much yet. I'm trying to clean you up here, not make you messy. Later.” There was a reprimand in the other girl's voice, and Caranwyn knew that Russellwen was quite serious when it came to putting what she knew as a healer to work, but instead of apologising, she heard herself hum softly.

“Is that a promise...?” Her voice was lazy, and she didn't take a lot of effort to form the words crisply.

“Just how much did you drink, really?”

“Only two cups. I'm fine.” She let herself relax again, the aching soreness in her thighs and groin gradually fading into the background as her sister's gentle strokes sent shivers through her.

“Ah...” Russellwen's quiet murmur made her open one eye a crack and raise her head, but she tensed more dramatically a moment later as she felt the other women rest two fingers gently either side of her entrance and spread them open. She had sat up halfway, one elbow underneath her, and was looking down to her sister.

“Russellwen...” The worry was plain in her voice, but she didn't try to hide it. Her sister had stopped, but her fingers remained and her eyes were just as concerned as she herself felt.
“I need to check, Caranwyn. It's alright, I'll be careful.” Russellwen bit her lip, eyes pleading towards her sister. Caranwyn knew she understood how she felt, knew how uncomfortable even this much was making her. She wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important. She managed a small nod, but didn't relax. Russellwen looked carefully by the light of their single taper, still holding her entrance open slightly as she examined. It wasn't even very much, she knew, but it felt like she was exposed uncomfortably wide. It wasn't much, really, definitely not enough for anything to penetrate inside her... A sense of panic rose in her chest and she wanted to squeeze her legs shut as tightly as she could. She felt Russellwen's middle finger brushing whisper delicate around the threshold of her entrance and she gasped.

'No! Need No!' “Please, Russellwen, Stop!” As she cried out, her free hand darted down to grab her sister's wrist and hold it back firmly, pulling her away. Only a second had passed and she realised she was gasping for air, panting quickly. She felt the other girl pull her up, holding her tightly, arms wrapped about and rubbing as she held her. As her heart thundered and she fought to catch her breath, Russellwen murmured to her in a mixture of their own private twin words and softly whispered apologies.

'Here, here with' “It's alright,” 'safe,' “Shh... I'm sorry,” 'Sorry. I love,' “It's just me, it's alright.” 'I love.' Eventually, Caranwyn felt her heart retuning to something of a normal pace, though still racing, and she hugged her sister back, squeezing her and holding on for an extra few seconds before sitting back again. She dropped her head, taking a few more deep breaths, then looked up again, holding tight to her sister's hands.

'Not worry.' she murmured the sound, holding Russellwen's eyes with hers. 'I good.' On reflection, she really wasn't, judging from that, but she followed it up with a better answer. “I just... I panicked. I'm sorry, Russellwen, I can't do that.” The other girl squeezed her hands again then sat back on her heels, taking a deep breath and blowing it out again.

“I wasn't going to go any further than that without asking you again. I didn't think it was that bad.” She hesitated. “I, ah, think I know what happened, but I wouldn't feel safe letting you go without a proper check. What can we do?” She bit her lip again, and Caranwyn felt ashamed of herself. Her sister was worried for her health and well being, and couldn't even make sure of it for her, because she was panicking, over what her rational mind told her was nothing at all. She needed to swallow it down and just let her. There was no one in the whole world she trusted more than her own sister, so what was the problem? Instead, when she spoke, it was a much more timid line of attack.

“So, what is it then? Just a pinch or a cut? Nothing happened to you, did it?” she caught the other girl's hesitation and waited. After a moment, Russellwen winced softly and looked up again.

“It's a tear, I think, and the reason I didn't get it, is because I experienced this specific kind of tear just last night, and as much as it still hurts, it seems to be a one time thing.” Her meaning was quite clear by the time she finished speaking, but Caranwyn found herself calmer about the news than she might have expected. She swallowed, then tried a grin, hanging her head.

“Well, I guess it was never going to be a man anyway, was it? And I suppose a virtuous wedding was never in the book for me either, at that.” Her own humour seemed to reassure Russellwen as well, and the other girl seemed to relax a little bit.

“No, I suppose not. I think it's normal, really. Did you never wonder why the people of Rohan don't put any stock on proof of virtue or maidenhood, like most of our people do? Their women are practically born in the saddle, after all. It makes sense, if you think about it.” She grinned back, and giggled softly as if to reassure herself, then reached out for another hug. Caranwyn met her halfway and held her close for a while longer. When Russellwen pulled back, her face was serious, and more than a little worried still.

“Even if it is what I think, it's still a tear, and I need to make sure there's nothing amiss. If something is wrong, we can't leave it unchecked.” She looked down, thinking. “Would it be easier if you did it yourself? I could tell you how to do it, and you could describe what you feel and how it feels to me?” Caranwyn felt her fingers close and flex again, nervous. She shook her head.

“I don't know. I don't think so... I just, I've never even done this myself, I don't know. It's not you, if it was easy for me, alone, then it would be easy with you, you know that...” She closed her mouth to stop herself rambling and instead leaned in to hug her sister again, nestling against her neck with her lips by the other girl's ear. Without thought she murmured to her in the not-quite words of their shared language

'I love, I trust. I trust, I am.' The last word was harder to think of in any common language description; between the two of them it was partially a statement of existing, and of being there with her sister, but it also meant something more like saying that she was one part of herself, there alongside the other, who was in turn there with her, and of whom she was the other part. Even if all the other words of their twin-speak were learned and understood by another, this word couldn't possibly mean anything, except when spoken between the two of them, together. She murmured it again, holding the other girl tight and felt as much as heard her sister whisper it back in her ear.

“We have to make sure you're well. We can do this.” Russellwen pulled back long enough to tug her sleeping shift over her head, then lifted one hand to press it against her sister's chest. As Caranwyn reached up to cover it with her own she took a breath to calm herself; she could still feel her heart beating through the touch and reached out to press her other hand to the same place on the other girl. Her sister's heartbeat was quick too, a reflection of her worry, and it felt nice as she, too, covered the hand with hers. They watched each other, just kneeling and breathing, and felt their hearts slow. At last, Caranwyn bowed her head, letting her eyes close.

'I am.' Russellwen had murmured the word as well and she embraced the sense of peace that she found in hearing it in time with her own voice.

The pair lay down, facing each other on the thin mats and still holding each others' hands. Slowly, still with her eyes closed, Caranwyn moved her hand, sliding it away from her sister's heart and shifting instead to brush softly at her neck. The feeling of those same fingers stroking gently up the side of her own neck drew a sigh from her. The hand that covered her sister's twitched, guiding the other girl's fingers just slightly to the part of her neck that sent shivers through her, even as her fingers on Russellwen's neck did the same. She sighed again, feeling breath on her cheeks and opened her eyes to see her sister watching her face. Their hands slipped down again, first across her shoulders, then down to stroke around the curve of her breast. She pinched at her sister's nipple and gasped as he felt the same sensation at her chest. A part of her knew where this was leading, but it was alright.

'I am.' She was with her sister, and they were safe together. Their foreheads touched and she let her eyes close again while their hands continued to stroke and caress, moving together even without guidance. Their hearts were beating quickly again, but she knew it wasn't worry that stirred hers, nor her sister's this time. There was a moment of strange angles as their hands began to press lower and they came apart with a quiet giggle, rolling onto their back to lie side by side instead. As Caranwyn glanced across to her sister, she found Russellwen looking to her as well.

“Do you want to try this?” Her voice was soft but care-laden, and Cranwyn nodded her head, resettling herself and snuggling a little closer to the other girl, until their shoulders touched. Russellwen lay one leg over hers, then twined it, exposing them both slightly, then reached across to rest one hand gently on her middle. Caranwyn did the same, reaching out her left hand to rest at the same place on her sister and covering the other girl's with her right. As Russellwen placed her free hand on top, Caranwyn closed her eyes again and relaxed her body completely, letting out a long, slow breath that she heard her sister echo. The first twitch of motion came from her sister, her hand on top guiding Caranwyn's fingers into motion on her own body, while her fingertips drifted gently against her sister's skin in the same motion. It was only a twitch before their movements fell into sync again, each guiding and being guided by the other in actions that matched unconsciously. Their hands slipped across her middle, stroking gently, then dipped lower in a curve, trailing beneath her middle, towards her groin without quite reaching the line of soft red hair. The sensation sent a shudder through her, making her breath in, even as she heard her sister's sharp intake. The hands ducked low again, closer, then paused to rub and stroke just above the line of hair. Caranwyn felt her groin tremble, the heat inside her anticipating, felt the same anticipation in the delicate tension of her sister's skin beneath her fingertips.

She moved, eyes closed completely now, pressing her fingers up the length of one thigh, then drawing back again until they reached the groove where her thigh met her groin. As her fingertips pressed and explored on her sister, the sensation of it made her eyelids twitch as she gasped, feeling the touch on herself as though it was the same action. Her breath came more quickly and she could feel the rise and fall of her sister's chest through the arm that covered her. Her fingertips moved, dragging back up across the very top of that small forest of hair, before dipping back to trace down the join of her other thigh. Her legs trembled at the sensation, making her gasp as her toes curled and flexed, and she moved faster, repeating the action, down and up, brushing just barely over the top of her sex, then down and up again on the other side. The fingers stopped there for a moment, then brushed directly over the sensitive folds of skin, one side to the other and back again. Her moan blended with her sister's and one of them twitched her hips up towards the hands, she wasn't sure which. The action changed, becoming a firmer stroke rising up and down her length now, soft but with a growing eagerness to it.

She was lost in the sensation now, eyes shut and head back, there was no distinction of four hands moving now. Not four, not even two; just one hand, moving hungrily over one body.

'I am,' she heard both their voices murmur. Her fingers paused at the peak of her sex, circling and sliding back and forth, making her moan quietly, hips rocking upward in want. When they dipped down again, they parted, fingers sliding to either side of her folds, slick with arousal now, and parted slightly, pulling open just a little, before coming back up. Again, and a little more. Russellwen liked this, she knew, and the feeling of it sent shivers through her body. She also liked the feeling of those same fingers inside her, so it was alright. The hand slipped down again, resting three fingers flat against her folds, then waited.

'I am.' She whispered, and heard her sister respond in turn. Her heart was hammering in her chest and dimly she was aware of their hands again, each covering and guiding the other. On her sister, she slowly shifted two fingers apart enough to let the third sink between the fold, her fingertip brushing and rubbing at the threshold of the other girl's entrance and her body trembled, quivering. She whispered the word again, listening to her sister speak it, then, achingly slow, curled her finger and let the tip of it slip past her entrance and further inside. Caranwyn gasped aloud, the foreign sensation racing through her, as much for what it was as how it felt. She curled her finger further, letting it sink deeper into the other girl's body, gasping again as the feeling of it made her twitch and tremble. The heel of her hand pressed down and rubbed, continuing to tease the sensitive peak of her sex as she pulled the exploring finger up, then slid it in again. She could feel herself writhing, hips pressing to the increasingly rapid circling of her finger.

There was a twitch of guidance from Russellwen's fingers, covering hers, guiding her strokes to a place that felt somehow different from the rest. She rubbed at it softly, then almost cried out a moment later as a fierce burst of pleasure crashed into her mounting arousal. Her body convulsed and she arched up, hearing Russellwen groan loudly beside her as their fingers continued to courses back and forth over the spot, making small, rapid thrusting motions. She felt like she was going to burst, the building tension so similar to the way her climax felt, but also, somehow different. She writhed, feeling the grip of their entwined legs clutching hard even as she gasped for air. She couldn't take the sensation much longer, it was close, it was— It broke over her in a rush that ravaged her body and made every muscle squeeze tight in fierce contractions, toes curling up even as she tried to crush her thighs around the hand bringing her such feeling. It didn't work as, beside her, Russellwen jerked in an equally fierce crest, the locking of their legs pulling tight and hard against each other. Her gasped cry mixed with the other girl's, impossible to separate as the ecstasy of release flooded her, all the harsher for how quickly it had built within her. Distantly, she could feel a sense of hot damp spreading out from the centre of her pleasure, but it was lost amidst the torrent of sensation that assaulted her.

By the time both their bodies relaxed, Caranwyn stared up at the thin fabric ceiling of their shelter, gasping for air. Her body twitched as thrills of ecstasy continued to spark and jolt from within her. She looked over to her sister, panting hard, to find the other girl grinning at her through her own breathlessness. She still had her hand at the other girl's groin, with Russellwen's hand covering hers exactly, one each of their fingers still nestled deep inside her, feeling the way the pulses of her climax continued to squeeze through the muscles intermittently. Looking down, she realised that the same was true of her, her sister's hand, covered by hers, with one finger buried well inside. It was... alright. She could feel it, and she squeezed her own muscles tight, hugging both fingers for a moment, then relaxed. She remembered the feeling, barely able to tell her sister's body from her own, and took a long breath. Like this, it was alright. Russellwen noticed where she was looking and lifted her head a little.

“Are you ok?” There was a hint of concern, but only that; Russellwen knew the answer before Caranwyn nodded her head.

'Good, I good.'

'Good, I love.'

'I love.' Caranwyn wriggled slightly, wanting to stretch, but a slight twitch from her sister's hand kept them both where they were.

“I'm glad, really. But while we're here...” Russellwen seemed on the edge of a giggle and Caranwyn rolled her eyes. Her sister lifted one finger to stroke the back of knuckle in a small affection. “It'll only take a minute, and it is why we started this.” Now she did giggle. “Well, one reason.”

With her nod, Russellwen straightened herself again and Caranwyn did the same. This time it was more definitely her sister guiding, but it felt just as natural; Very slight guidance from her sister's hand where it covered hers moved he hands on her body, and let Caranwyn control the moving of the other girl's fingers inside herself. Vaguely she wondered what her sister felt inside her, as her own fingers were guided about a brief examination of the other girl's body. Her own fingers felt at a slightly raised bump that seemed to go all the way around, and made Russellwen wince softly in one or two places. Suddenly, Caranwyn herself tensed with a sharp wince, a spike of sensitivity making her exclaim. Unfortunately this seemed to be her sister's cue to gingerly examine that exact spot more thoroughly. They spoke quietly as she continued, Carnawyn answering what she felt and where, while Russellwen explained what she was looking for, and a little of what Carnawyn herself was probably feeling with her own fingertips. There was something surreal about the experience after their exertions, but the younger twin found it strangely comforting too. Her sister found two more places that felt raw and exposed, each around the place that felt like a faint ring on her sister. Eventually, Russellwen nodded and they both withdrew and, after a brief moment to clean themselves, rolled in to hug one another again.

“It's all fine.” Russellwen stroked at her cheek with the back of one hand, then kissed the same spot. The small kiss became a more serious one as Caranwyn turned her head to let their lips meet, and it was another minute or two before either of them could continue. Grinning, she went on. “It is what we thought, and no real damage.” Here she giggled again. “The advice I'm supposed to give is that it may still hurt the next few times you do it as well, and that that's normal.” Another giggle as she nuzzled and kissed her again. “But somehow I don't think that fits. At least we won't be the only ones riding tender for the next few days. I don't think it'll be much to notice, alongside all the other aches and pains we're all going to be having. Well, except lord Boromir, of course.” She brightened, and grabbed her sister's hands as she snuggled closer. “Oh, but you were going to tell me what he said! If you can remember through the wine, hehe.” Caranwyn pulled a face at her, then sat up so she could ready herself for sleeping properly. Russellwen did the same, retrieving her shift, then pinching out the taper once they were both settled. They drew close under the thin covers, curled up and holding each other as they spoke quietly, eventually drifting to sleep.

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