"Frodo."
A whisper nearly goes unheard. In the depths of this darkness, I know it is
not the Ring's voice that whispers to me.
"Frodo."
It is yours.
But from the midst of my slumber, I awaken, if only to be with you, to
consciously feel your presence about me.
My hands probe about blindly until they trace your lips and run through
your hair. I nuzzle closer to you, your forehead resting against mine as
you
My lips caress yours lightly and do not release; the kiss only deepens.
Bare flesh contacts bare flesh and our hearts beat in one, steady rhythm,
until nothing separates us. We finally break the kiss, both gasping for
air; the only things we can see are the other's eyes, glistening like
precious stones in a mine, still in hiding from man's harmful light.
"Amin mela lle," I whisper softly.
Our figures entwine, tangling arms and legs, blindly stroking, touching,
kissing. So this is true love. You had said once before you would sacrifice
anything for me, to be by my side for eternity; now I find that your
promise has been kept. We have withstood our obstacles this far, just
scarcely alive, but when I feel your skin warm against my own, I know that
at least you shall sustain, even if I fail. Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar'
thar, Sam.
A cry of ecstasy penetrates the moment and I find it is my own, mingling
with yours. Within the fleeting seconds, I cannot think clearly, my psyche
intoxicated by overwhelming dissipation, my eyes dilated from love. And as
the pleasure commences, I sigh, closing my eyes and relishing in the thing
we have desired for so long. For in this moment, my love, we are bound in
the darkness at last.
A whisper nearly goes unheard. In the depths of this darkness, I know it is
not the Ring's voice that whispers to me.
"Frodo."
It is yours.
But from the midst of my slumber, I awaken, if only to be with you, to
consciously feel your presence about me.
My hands probe about blindly until they trace your lips and run through
your hair. I nuzzle closer to you, your forehead resting against mine as
you
My lips caress yours lightly and do not release; the kiss only deepens.
Bare flesh contacts bare flesh and our hearts beat in one, steady rhythm,
until nothing separates us. We finally break the kiss, both gasping for
air; the only things we can see are the other's eyes, glistening like
precious stones in a mine, still in hiding from man's harmful light.
"Amin mela lle," I whisper softly.
Our figures entwine, tangling arms and legs, blindly stroking, touching,
kissing. So this is true love. You had said once before you would sacrifice
anything for me, to be by my side for eternity; now I find that your
promise has been kept. We have withstood our obstacles this far, just
scarcely alive, but when I feel your skin warm against my own, I know that
at least you shall sustain, even if I fail. Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar'
thar, Sam.
A cry of ecstasy penetrates the moment and I find it is my own, mingling
with yours. Within the fleeting seconds, I cannot think clearly, my psyche
intoxicated by overwhelming dissipation, my eyes dilated from love. And as
the pleasure commences, I sigh, closing my eyes and relishing in the thing
we have desired for so long. For in this moment, my love, we are bound in
the darkness at last.
