A/N: Quite a short one this time. This is just what came into my head when I saw this word. I think the next one is another little story though, so don't stop reading!
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Soft
Softness – that was what he loved the most about Arwen. Despite her core of steel, everything about her was soft. Her skin, smooth to the touch; her smile, kind beyond description; her lips –
He would often return to Rivendell, having seen terrible things. Men dying, blood everywhere, women and children butchered by orcs. Or just wearied by the tolls of life in the wilderness. Nights spent under the sparse shelter of rocky outcrops, days spent chasing, or being chased by, one foe or another. And he would return, looking a little older every time, and she would be there. All softness and love. And she would take him in her embrace, and he would know that he was truly home. And he would forget everything that had happened; and lose himself to softness.
A/N: I know it was short, but go on – review, I know you want to – I can see it O.O (I'm watching yoooouuuu!)
Tomorrow's word is Elegant, and that's the one that went way off topic.