Frozen in Time (A Collection of Drabbles)

The Surrender

Silver hair slides teasingly over pale skin, a visual echo of near forgotten pleasures. There is a brief moment of fraught silence - a heartbeat memory of smoother skin and softer moans – then he surrenders to the present, and the future.

The long silent chamber rings with gasps and whimpers – the perfect music of love expressed. Raven-dark hair mingles with moonlit mithril as they writhe together. Pale skin gleams over rippling muscle as bow-callused fingers move knowingly, gentle yet insistent. Pain and pleasure blend, and the world vanishes in an explosion of light and color.

Leaf green eyes meet stormy grey, and Rúmil wipes a single tear from his lover’s cheek. “My Peredhel,” he whispers, then glances at the chamber wall, meeting the painted gaze of another silver-haired beauty. “Our Peredhel.”

And Elrond smiles.