I own NOTHING!!! Damn disclaimer. Ah, well, CP could always sell me the rights, but, you know, too many autographs to sign. This is a short shortoneshot about Faolin and Arya having a morning together. Enjoy! And, as always, R and R!
The sun had not yet risen over Ellesmera when I awoke from sleep. No birds sang. No creatures of the ground lurked below the overpowering shape of the trees. No elves walked the well-trodden pathways. All was eerily silent.
I sat up slowly, being careful not to disturb Faolin. I gently moved his arm from its position around my shoulder. He stirred slightly. I looked upon his sleeping face. Beautiful. That was what he was. Beautiful. His long dark hair curled gently around the curves of his muscled torso. His eyes flicked back and forth under his eyelids. I wondered if he was dreaming of me.
I stood and walked softly to the window of our apartment. We were high above the ground, my favorite place to be. As I gazed down into the darkness below me, I reflected on my life. I was fifty now, an adult in full for twenty years. In all that time, I had served the VardenFaolin had been a constant of my soul. And in all that time, I had not spoken to Islanzadi. Upon my return to Ellesmera, I had hoped that she would relent. But she was stubborn. As was I.
Rain began to pelt the treetops softly. I walked out onto the balcony and leaned slightly past the railing to catch a taste of the drops on my tongue. It had been long since I had last felt the rain. FarthenDur was not exactly exposed to the elements, and any journeys I had taken from that city had been with good weather.
I smiled at such a simple pleasure; one that was denied to those in Surda or FarthenDur. A strong arm snaked around my waist. Faolin had crept up behind me. I never bother to guard my emotions when I am with him. He is perfection.
He kissed my neck while drawing me back into our room. We sat down cozily on the bed and spoke not with words, for our mouths were occupied; but with our minds. I hid nothing from him. He hid nothing from me. That has always been our way.
We lay back down. He wrapped his arms around me. The rain beat softly against the roof. I was lulled to sleep by its gentle tapping.
I awoke hours later to the smell of fresh pastries and strong tea. I rose from bed, donned my robe, and scanned the room for Faolin. He stood by the stove heating more water for tea. Mimicking his earlier actions, I crept up behind him and ran my fingers down his back. He shuddered good-naturedly and turned around to kiss me. I playfully ducked out of his way, reached for a pastry, and popped it into my mouth.
"How unladylike!"he teased. "Shoving a whole croissant in your mouth!Tsktsktsk. You'll come to no good that way, darling."
"Care for a taste?" I bantered. His eyes assumed a devious look and, before I knew it, he was chasing me around the room. I laughed. I did love to tease him so. I allowed him to catch me. We collapsed on the bed laughing. Breakfast was quickly forgotten, and all conversation soon became impossible.
How was this plotless little fic? I was extremely bored, so, this is the brainchild of my wandering thoughts. I hope it made sense. R and R!