Moonlit Waters
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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983
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1
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Moonlit Waters
Title: Moonlit Waters
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 27: prompt: ‘water’ Rúmil takes a midnight stroll and finds the ellon of his dreams.
Author's Note: None
Rúmil wandered amid the many gardens that Imladris boasted, lost in his thoughts of silver hair and amethyst eyes that shone like jewels. Before he realized how far he had walked, he came upon a hidden pond. He stood there for a few moments and watched Ithil’s reflection in the clear water until suddenly the ellon (m. elf) of his dreams broke the surface of the pond. His breath caught as those jewel-like eyes captured his in a heated stare.
When the silver-haired ellon slowly emerged from the water, Rúmil could not contain the moan that passed his lips, at seeing the beauty of the ellon’s naked form. Coming to a stop before him, the silver-haired ellon smiled at him, and all Rúmil could do was breathe, “Lindir…”
The minstrel sighed at the sound of his name upon the Marchwarden’s lips and he slowly wrapped his hand around the back of Rúmil’s neck, drawing him forward. Just before claiming the archer’s lips, Lindir breathed, “Rúmil…”
The Marchwarden groaned loudly as his mouth was plundered. Molding his body to the minstrel’s, Rúmil knew that this was where he belonged, in this ellon’s arms for eternity.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 27: prompt: ‘water’ Rúmil takes a midnight stroll and finds the ellon of his dreams.
Author's Note: None
Rúmil wandered amid the many gardens that Imladris boasted, lost in his thoughts of silver hair and amethyst eyes that shone like jewels. Before he realized how far he had walked, he came upon a hidden pond. He stood there for a few moments and watched Ithil’s reflection in the clear water until suddenly the ellon (m. elf) of his dreams broke the surface of the pond. His breath caught as those jewel-like eyes captured his in a heated stare.
When the silver-haired ellon slowly emerged from the water, Rúmil could not contain the moan that passed his lips, at seeing the beauty of the ellon’s naked form. Coming to a stop before him, the silver-haired ellon smiled at him, and all Rúmil could do was breathe, “Lindir…”
The minstrel sighed at the sound of his name upon the Marchwarden’s lips and he slowly wrapped his hand around the back of Rúmil’s neck, drawing him forward. Just before claiming the archer’s lips, Lindir breathed, “Rúmil…”
The Marchwarden groaned loudly as his mouth was plundered. Molding his body to the minstrel’s, Rúmil knew that this was where he belonged, in this ellon’s arms for eternity.
TBC