Legends of Belariath

Mozenwrathe

Day By Glistening Day - Support For The Duration

*Nanthalion and its immediate surroundings are not the entirety of the Empire by any stretch of the imagination. The realms that are held by Emperor Stormbringer reach as far north as St Eva, and down further than Adenfort. One of the most notable "gems in the crown" is the city of Valencia, long known for the clans and the mines. Within Valencia, there are many smaller events not often publicized to the masses in Nanthalion and beyond... simply because the Valencians don't -want- people they know little about ruining their soirées. This poem was written by Nápoldë herself a few days after one of Valencia's private parties for citizens only and treasured guests. Incidentally, it was one week before Prydain Mozenwrathe's fateful meeting of Nápoldë and her life-partner, Inwë Celebrindal, as he sought to learn the secrets of mithril.*

Day By Glistening Day - Support For The Duration by Nápoldë Númenessë, a jeweler of Valencia

have I found something most suitable
for this morning's gathering
one that will have many of the rich
in one of the most prestigious Houses
and was I invited along with my beloved
to present some of our best

gown of gentle and beautiful satins
in the hues of the monarch butterfly
caressing my soft and supple skin
like fingers of a pleasure slave
pressing along my lines of lust
causing my body to heat from within
as I imagine such a male before me
nude except for collar of crystals
framed with carefully woven platinum thread

my mind do I allow to wander more
eyes closed as I hold myself close to body
nipples erect underneath ravenous ruffles
the lace creating patterns all its own
drawing attention to my legs and thighs
still moist from my lover's teasing
the dress itself enchanted in various ways
to keep it clean and dry from elements many
even though the temptation to soil it
by pulling my beloved to me fiercely
and one of her well trained slaves
grows within my breast until I exhale

but the gown itself is not the showcase
for what is around my throat itself
is part of the display we have created
each of us wearing two pieces
gemstones and precious metals
merged together to invoke a theme
such brilliance and beauty at once
destined to cause all eyes to gaze
and become hypnotized by the wonder

upon my own throat a necklace grand
using no mithril nor a single diamond
instead slipping into platinum for the metal
rubies and jaspers with tiger-eyes
scarlet emeralds and amber too
all making for a piece surely to strike
more than conversation in mouths of some
a little drool and a lot of want
for the necklace will be auctioned there
along with the tiara to match it
one of such exquisite crafting
does it make my heart weep even now
to know I will lose to another
but shall it all be worth the efforts
late nights put in and days frittered away

this morning will be one like no other
as I slide into my winter boots slowly
lined with fur of ivory sable
stockings of spidersilk on my legs
dyed in a brilliant black and cerulean
which reminds me of the midnight sky
my eyes blink as the day's grace
looks in upon me as I join my mate
three of her slaves in accompaniment
and my male concubine as well
with the horses ready in full tack
shall we be off to our future
and perhaps grander things to come

Inwë had always told her beloved Nápoldë that she missed her calling as a bard. Nápoldë for her part believes Inwë should submit her art to one of the galleries supported by the clans of Valencia. Perhaps one day they shall listen to each other and see where their secondary talents will end up leading them. For now, they remain two of Valencia's better known creators of amazing and wonderful jewelery.

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