We've all read something featuring elves, fairies, fay, and wee folk. Wikipedia defines them as supernatural or preternatural beings in legend and mythology. In popular media they are beautiful, graceful beings who have knowledge and magic which us ordinary folk could only dream of.
I distinctly recall when Fellowship of the Ring came to theaters and how many fan fictions popped up featuring Legolas and Aragorn in intimate embrace. Of course there have been stories popping up for centuries about mysterious glowing lights, garden trickery, and the lithe, beautiful deadly grace of the fae.
The legends of the fairy folk steam from ages of stories about ghosts, elementals, demons, fallen angels, and even humans. Always illusive, always filled with power, often willing to lead regular folk astray. But like any human some are good and some are bad. This is where the root of storytelling thrives. Why would m/m romance be any different?
In Tolkien's books the elves are a higher race with boundless wisdom as well as heavenly grace and beauty. They are good. They are warriors. And they are protectors of the forest. While Celtic legend speaks of will 'o wisps who seek to lead any traveler to their death; Scottish legends of banshees who suck the life out of people, and early European tales of the hounds of the hunt sent to steal a loved relative away.
One thing that most legends agree on is the fact that you leave them alone unless they so wish to be disturbed.
So how is it these mysterious creatures have taken on the living persona of lust in romance? Did Legolas change our mind after we watched him walk on snow beside Aragorn? I can hear some of you out there saying “Hell, yes!” However, like vampires I think the wee folk have grown so greatly because there are so few rules for their existence. Magical, secretive, beautiful, what's not to love?
When I recently started the fourth book of my Dominion series I knew there would be a fairy ring in it. I did not believe that I would ever write about actual fairies though. Then a new character emerged that I hadn't planned on, and in fact had to rewrite a good portion of the book for, a fairy named Bryar.
Bryar became the personification of the earth. I wrote a brief scene with him and realized I had thrown away all my years of reading about fairies and reverted to something I watched as a kid, Fern Gully. The story is about a human who helps the fairies save their forest from technologies wrath. Bryar is not fighting technology, but the idea is the same.
Is he the embodiment of sex? Yes. I got hooked on Legolas too. But as with everything I write, I take the rules I like and keep them and throw out the rest. So here's my interpretation. What's yours?
I strolled through an unfamiliar garden not remembering how I’d found my way there to begin with. Flowers bloomed, in some Wonderland mystery, towering above my head. The sound of water flowing nearby relaxed me to the very core of my being. Bugs as large as myself passed, ignoring me, in favor of their work. The ground beneath my feet shifted like freshly turned soil, yet I seemed to float over it without stumbling.
Wandering through the towering flowers, I watched the sky’s dark blue light weave between the giant blossoms and leaves. It changed to day gradually like a slow moving picture. The world spun as though it were moon free, restrictive magnetic waves gone. The change could have taken me at any moment, only I feared I’d trample some of the divine growth, so I fought it. Everything glowed with power, life, and strength. I used the light of the blooms above to guide my way, though I had no idea where I was headed.
“Lost?” A masculine voice asked me.
I jumped back a step and looked around until I found a man leaning against the large stalk of an overgrown daisy. He almost seemed to blend in with the stem, though his skin was a pale cinnamon tone, and his hair blood red. He wore only a pair of loose fitting pants of some soft material that clung in places I was sure it had to be cheating to look at. His arms, shoulders, and chest were defined like a man who worked out regularly but not obsessively. His stomach was flat, with only the faintest outline of muscles, which lead to straight hips, a nicely outlined package, and long legs.
“Like what you see, Alice?” He teased, forcing my eyes back up. His smile was bright. He shook his head, sending a cascade of his long red hair rippling down his back like some shampoo commercial.
“Alice?” I couldn’t help but study his face, triangular in shape. It bordered on beautiful with just the slight edge of handsome that saved him from really looking like a woman. His dark eyes, framed by a soft fringe of lashes, met mine without hesitation. Somehow I’d gotten closer to him, just feet away.
“Like the story. The little girl that got lost in a forest of oversized adventures.” He shifted and closed the distance between us. “I don’t think my drink me potion is going to make you bigger than the flowers, but I’m sure I can show you a good time.” He looked to my crotch, “maybe it will make you a little bigger. Temporarily, at least.”
His words hit me like a rush of lust. My body tingled and responded, cock hard enough to hurt, nipples taut and sensitive, heart pounding. He wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me against him. His lips touched my cheek. I should have been pissed that he’d just called me a girl, but none of that seemed to matter while touching him felt like being wrapped up in the earth on a warm summer day. Nothing had ever been so perfect. ~ Seiran from Ascendance (Dominion #4)