Cúthalion by Narya

Chapter 1

The arrow missed the target and thocked into the grass. 

“Thou art flinching on the release.” Beleg laid gentle fingertips on the youth's string hand. “Relax.” He moved to stand behind and to the side, so close that Túrin's dark hair tickled his cheek. “I will direct your next shot.”

Túrin leaned into Beleg's guidance as he raised and drew the bow. Through the gauzy shirts, Beleg felt the youth's muscles tauten – but Túrin paused and closed his eyes.

“Thou art beautiful, Cúthalion.”

The arrow's fletching feathers brushed against the corner of Beleg's mouth as he smiled.