Warning: Contains SLASH! Pairings: Eomer/Legolas
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkein. What occurs is purely fiction and I mean no disrespect
In and Out
The sea is a body of tears that spreads to the horizon where blue meets blue. Its rivers feed it the sorrows of the earth that run deep beneath the sand. Its depth sings the siren song, steals your soul; surging waves never sleep.
A wash of shadow lulls you into loving shades. A shimmer, a shiver, and you are lost as water gushes and ebbs; leaves you numb.
Trapped. Blue webs bind your feet like a broken tangle of branches; grow like veins; winding, entwining like a parasitic vine.
Turquoise tides pull you in; sapphire throws you out. But you are anchored by these tendrils, dark against your fair skin, while spirits call to your heart. Clenching, unclenching, clasping, constricting, tightening, tearing. Painful. You cannot breathe.
The dagger in the air becomes inviting.
The wind rests senseless against your ears and you are deaf to all but the song. And it dances to the tune. Ebony strands weave strong and willfully; a beautiful pattern against white porcelain that etches to your throat, choking you. Sinewy limbs clutch your heart and lungs, squeezing with each pump. Blood streams. You are mute and blind. Your eyes are void of reality; you see only the hypnotising depths of green and blue: the heart of the ocean. Paralysing.
You are pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled; ensnared in its power. Callously unfeeling. Cold.
A pulse. A defeat. Nothing.
A hand upon your shoulder. A barely perceptible caress along your neck and down your spine loosens the suffocating tendrils.
"Legolas, where are you?"
Nowhere. Everywhere. (Where am I?)
i "Prince Imrahil has invited us to Dol Amroth." /i
The Sea.
Warmth diffuses across membranes. Pressure increases along your back, over arms, around you, envelops you, loves you. The Sun guides you back to the hand. They are familiar hands.
Lips. Familiar lips; against your hair, your ears and your cheeks. Smell. The scent of a lover.
Grass, not salt. Smiles, not tears.
You let go, knowing that he will not let you drown.
