Union of Fire
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-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,409
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Dreams.
*Unplanned update after I decided that I really needed another chapter here.*
She dreamt of old times spent together, holding each other, longing to be married. She dreamt of his wildness, his love, the way that he had kissed her. She dreamt of the Light of the Trees, golden and silver, shining through his raven-dark hair. She dreamt of a time when they had been younger, yet to reach their majorities, but had still loved wildly. And of that one special time, near the Sea...
They gripped each other's hands, running barefoot up the slope, relishing the feel of the fresh, dew-touched grass as it brushed their ankles. She felt like singing madly. Life coursed headily through her veins, making her dizzy.
He let go of her fingers and caught her wrists, spun her round, the rich, wild, almost insane laughter ringing from his lips. His hair flicked out behind him, and Nerdanel raised her eyes to his, seeing the uncontrolled, joyous fire that rose up in their clean depths, igniting his happiness so that he could not stop turning, whirling. She knew that he knew that they were near the edge, and she knew, somehow, that this awareness spurred on the liquid flame that seemed to be pouring through his body.
Feanor sang out, and she answered him, her cries glancing off the rocks far below, like young, pure bell-notes. Nerdanel could have danced there with him for eternity, his love-filled eyes locked into her joy-hazed green ones, their hands occasionally releasing, only to catch and hold again.
But then she collapsed, falling onto her back next to the plunge of the cliff, with him following her down, lying beside her. He lifted a warm arm over her frame, and Nerdanel wriggled back against him. She relaxed, lazy and content, loving him.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice muffled in the long red tresses.
And they dozed by the sea.
Feanor nuzzled her neck, pulling her gently back against his body. She murmured softly, reaching up to play with a lock of his hair.
"Do you remember that day when we danced on the cliff-top?"
"Did you think, my Nerdanel," he said almost reverently, "that I could forget it?"
He sat up partially, cradling her loosely. She was warm, content, simply enjoying the new day.
"Do you want to get up?" she asked, but she knew that he would not -and he did not, replying by rolling on top of her, kissing her, firing up the impossible pleasure once more.
The day could wait.
*~The real end.~*
She dreamt of old times spent together, holding each other, longing to be married. She dreamt of his wildness, his love, the way that he had kissed her. She dreamt of the Light of the Trees, golden and silver, shining through his raven-dark hair. She dreamt of a time when they had been younger, yet to reach their majorities, but had still loved wildly. And of that one special time, near the Sea...
They gripped each other's hands, running barefoot up the slope, relishing the feel of the fresh, dew-touched grass as it brushed their ankles. She felt like singing madly. Life coursed headily through her veins, making her dizzy.
He let go of her fingers and caught her wrists, spun her round, the rich, wild, almost insane laughter ringing from his lips. His hair flicked out behind him, and Nerdanel raised her eyes to his, seeing the uncontrolled, joyous fire that rose up in their clean depths, igniting his happiness so that he could not stop turning, whirling. She knew that he knew that they were near the edge, and she knew, somehow, that this awareness spurred on the liquid flame that seemed to be pouring through his body.
Feanor sang out, and she answered him, her cries glancing off the rocks far below, like young, pure bell-notes. Nerdanel could have danced there with him for eternity, his love-filled eyes locked into her joy-hazed green ones, their hands occasionally releasing, only to catch and hold again.
But then she collapsed, falling onto her back next to the plunge of the cliff, with him following her down, lying beside her. He lifted a warm arm over her frame, and Nerdanel wriggled back against him. She relaxed, lazy and content, loving him.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice muffled in the long red tresses.
And they dozed by the sea.
Feanor nuzzled her neck, pulling her gently back against his body. She murmured softly, reaching up to play with a lock of his hair.
"Do you remember that day when we danced on the cliff-top?"
"Did you think, my Nerdanel," he said almost reverently, "that I could forget it?"
He sat up partially, cradling her loosely. She was warm, content, simply enjoying the new day.
"Do you want to get up?" she asked, but she knew that he would not -and he did not, replying by rolling on top of her, kissing her, firing up the impossible pleasure once more.
The day could wait.
*~The real end.~*