In Dreams
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
79
Views:
3,344
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
We Meet Again
Chapter Nine
* * * * *
She was so tired and she ached in every muscle of her body, wryly acknowledging some she had never knew she had. The hot water, soothing oils and herbs of her bath had failed to work their usual magic and even the soft feather bedding felt almost painful. She sighed and reluctantly reached for the sleeping draught on the bedside table and drank it down, grimacing at its strong herbal taste. Her mind remained in turmoil as she continued to review what still remained to be done. It was some time before her eyelids finally closed and her body relaxed in sleep.
* * * * *
It had been far too long since they had met in their special dream. The elf lord stood there watching her as she slept. He noted the tired drawn face and ached for her discomfort. She had come to mean a great deal to him, this elleth of his imagination, and he wondered at that. He found it strange that he should look forward so eagerly to his dreams with her and was disgruntled when they only occurred occasionally. He would have to think more seriously about that later. His other previous dreams had never been more then reflections of his past life, hopes and dreams, or occasionally, unresolved conflicts.
He quietly removed his robe as he moved slowly to the bed. Gently lifting the covers he slipped in beside her. She sighed and turned into the warmth of his body, her arm encircled his neck. Lifting a hand he brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind an ear.
Amber eyes opened sleepily “meleth, you are here. I am so glad. I miss you more each time”
“Yes, lirimaer I am here”, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead softly. ”It took a while, but I finally found the right dream path to you. For a time I feared I would not.”
“I was not sure I would be able to sleep tonight, I had to take a sleeping draught. Perhaps that was why it was difficult for my call to reach you.” She ran her hands up and down his chest and settled them on his hip and stomach.
He stroked her back and she sighed again. “Mmmm, that feels so good.” They lay quietly together for a long while, her head on his shoulder.
”Lirimaer, why are you so tired?” he asked softly.
“Meleth,” she tilted her head back to look into grey eyes that looked back tenderly into hers, ”it is nothing, it is over now and with a couple of good nights sleep I will be fine. Our dream times are far too precious and too short to worry about what happens beyond them.”
He smiled at her, gathered her back into his arms and settled against the pillows. “Then tonight, I will hold you and watch as you sleep.”
He placed a finger on her mouth as she started to protest. “Hush, lirimaer, holding you gives me great pleasure. There will be time in other dreams for our special things.”
She gazed sleepily at him, then closed her eyes in surrender. “Then let us enjoy what we can, while we can, when we can.” She smiled mischievously, then yawned. Her hand slowly stroked downward to his stomach and gently cupped him.
“Llrimear,” he groaned, reached down and imprisoned her hand against him. “I would love to pursue this, but we will wait until next time.” He gave her a gentle hug as she settled back against him. He rested his cheek against her head and rubbed against her hair slowly.
“Meleth,” she whispered as she sank back into sleep, “I wish that you and my dreams were real, that we could have this beyond them.”
The room was quiet for a time.
“It would indeed be wonderful, my lirimaer, but dreams seldom become reality,” he said. “We must be thankful for what we have.” He looked down at her sleeping form and smiled sadly.
meleth-beloved
lirimaer-lovely one
* * * * *
She was so tired and she ached in every muscle of her body, wryly acknowledging some she had never knew she had. The hot water, soothing oils and herbs of her bath had failed to work their usual magic and even the soft feather bedding felt almost painful. She sighed and reluctantly reached for the sleeping draught on the bedside table and drank it down, grimacing at its strong herbal taste. Her mind remained in turmoil as she continued to review what still remained to be done. It was some time before her eyelids finally closed and her body relaxed in sleep.
* * * * *
It had been far too long since they had met in their special dream. The elf lord stood there watching her as she slept. He noted the tired drawn face and ached for her discomfort. She had come to mean a great deal to him, this elleth of his imagination, and he wondered at that. He found it strange that he should look forward so eagerly to his dreams with her and was disgruntled when they only occurred occasionally. He would have to think more seriously about that later. His other previous dreams had never been more then reflections of his past life, hopes and dreams, or occasionally, unresolved conflicts.
He quietly removed his robe as he moved slowly to the bed. Gently lifting the covers he slipped in beside her. She sighed and turned into the warmth of his body, her arm encircled his neck. Lifting a hand he brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind an ear.
Amber eyes opened sleepily “meleth, you are here. I am so glad. I miss you more each time”
“Yes, lirimaer I am here”, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead softly. ”It took a while, but I finally found the right dream path to you. For a time I feared I would not.”
“I was not sure I would be able to sleep tonight, I had to take a sleeping draught. Perhaps that was why it was difficult for my call to reach you.” She ran her hands up and down his chest and settled them on his hip and stomach.
He stroked her back and she sighed again. “Mmmm, that feels so good.” They lay quietly together for a long while, her head on his shoulder.
”Lirimaer, why are you so tired?” he asked softly.
“Meleth,” she tilted her head back to look into grey eyes that looked back tenderly into hers, ”it is nothing, it is over now and with a couple of good nights sleep I will be fine. Our dream times are far too precious and too short to worry about what happens beyond them.”
He smiled at her, gathered her back into his arms and settled against the pillows. “Then tonight, I will hold you and watch as you sleep.”
He placed a finger on her mouth as she started to protest. “Hush, lirimaer, holding you gives me great pleasure. There will be time in other dreams for our special things.”
She gazed sleepily at him, then closed her eyes in surrender. “Then let us enjoy what we can, while we can, when we can.” She smiled mischievously, then yawned. Her hand slowly stroked downward to his stomach and gently cupped him.
“Llrimear,” he groaned, reached down and imprisoned her hand against him. “I would love to pursue this, but we will wait until next time.” He gave her a gentle hug as she settled back against him. He rested his cheek against her head and rubbed against her hair slowly.
“Meleth,” she whispered as she sank back into sleep, “I wish that you and my dreams were real, that we could have this beyond them.”
The room was quiet for a time.
“It would indeed be wonderful, my lirimaer, but dreams seldom become reality,” he said. “We must be thankful for what we have.” He looked down at her sleeping form and smiled sadly.
meleth-beloved
lirimaer-lovely one