Spirit of Fire by Lotrfan

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

She is laboring in the forge. Mahtan is traveling but the work never stops so she has joined the apprentices to complete her father's tasks while he is gone. The others leave for the midday break but Fëanor stays, because Nerdanel does. She is strong but he can see the muscles twitch in her arm and her strokes become less sure. She is tiring. This is his chance. He moves close to her, curving himself around her back. "Let me," he says into her ear, as his hand covers her own on the hammer. His chest touches her back and their hands move together in the rhythm of the forge. His heart is beating faster but it is not from his labors. He feels her lean back into him and his blows slow down until he stops, laying the hammer down. She turns to look at him, tendrils of her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her face. The heat emanating from him as he takes her in his arms does not come from the blazing forge. Her lips are dry but they touch his with an intensity to match his own.

author note: couldn't keep this one under 100 words!