((A/N This is my first attempt at slash, and I hope that someone besides me
likes it. I think it's fairly gentle, I can't write the other stuff :) If
you read, could you please take the time to review to let me know your
thoughts on it.))
I watched him as he approached. He did not notice me where I sat, eyes raised from my book. He closely examined a wall painting, unaware that I was examining him just as closely. My eyes drank in his form, feeling a hot ache rise up inside me. I knew who he was, but he did not know me.
He turned away and his grey eyes alighted on the shards of Narsil where they lay. He reverently lifted the hilt and trailed one finger gently up the blade. But a slight miscalculation resulted in a bead of bright blood welling to the surface from an inflicted cut.
But gradually his eyes rose as he became aware of my precense. His eyes met mine and a thrill shot through me. I saw the same emotion reflected in his eyes as our gazes locked.
I saw the desire in his eyes, and I am sure that he read it in mine. No words were needed, our thoughts were almost visible in the air. The hilt was carefully replaced on the pedestal as I laid down my book. I rose and stepped down from my seat, to be met with a hesitant, almost shy look. He appeared to be about to speak, but I pressed a finger to his lips, feeling the soft flesh give slightly beneath my touch.
"No words are necessary." I whispered softly in his ear, my other hand sliding round to rest in the small of his back. I felt his hands snake behind me and clasp. Our lips met.
((Second A/N. Sorry about any spelling mistakes in this. Word is being awkward and refusing to spell-check no matter what I do.))
I watched him as he approached. He did not notice me where I sat, eyes raised from my book. He closely examined a wall painting, unaware that I was examining him just as closely. My eyes drank in his form, feeling a hot ache rise up inside me. I knew who he was, but he did not know me.
He turned away and his grey eyes alighted on the shards of Narsil where they lay. He reverently lifted the hilt and trailed one finger gently up the blade. But a slight miscalculation resulted in a bead of bright blood welling to the surface from an inflicted cut.
But gradually his eyes rose as he became aware of my precense. His eyes met mine and a thrill shot through me. I saw the same emotion reflected in his eyes as our gazes locked.
I saw the desire in his eyes, and I am sure that he read it in mine. No words were needed, our thoughts were almost visible in the air. The hilt was carefully replaced on the pedestal as I laid down my book. I rose and stepped down from my seat, to be met with a hesitant, almost shy look. He appeared to be about to speak, but I pressed a finger to his lips, feeling the soft flesh give slightly beneath my touch.
"No words are necessary." I whispered softly in his ear, my other hand sliding round to rest in the small of his back. I felt his hands snake behind me and clasp. Our lips met.
((Second A/N. Sorry about any spelling mistakes in this. Word is being awkward and refusing to spell-check no matter what I do.))