*A/N* This is my 3rd fanfic, tell me what you think. It's much different
from the others of mine, if you read them…
"Run!" screamed Miroros, the words flying from his lips through Riania's right, pointed Elven ear and out the left. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, and she dared not move, no matter how her cousin yelled.
A gust of wind blew her auburn hair into her gray, ocean-like eyes, and her slim body quivered. Miroros shouted again.
"God Damn-it, run!" he cried from the forest. Unable to let his cousin die like this, he pushed his fair blonde hair away from his fair face and ran full speed at her. She still stared at the creature, and he plunged head first into her. She flew to the side and the dragon breathed its terrible fire…
*******
Riania gazed into Sriosno's eyes dreamily. He was so handsome: rich green eyes, blonde, wavy hair, fair skin, thin but lush lips…
He spoke to her of familiar things; the weather, things he would do with his life…
"You know," Sriosno said flirtatiously, "I'll need a wife next year, when I go off on my own." They looked at each other, and Riania pushed a stray strand of her thick hair behind her ear, but it fell back over her eyes again. Sriosno reached over and tucked it back, but he let his hand linger on her cheek. She reached up and let her hand rest softly atop his, and she smiled. Gently he took his other hand and caressed the back of her head, and pulled her slowly forward. They leant over the small tea table and let their lips press gently but passionately against one another. Riania then pulled away subtly.
"Sriosno," she began in a whisper. He hushed her and put his finger to her lips.
"Do not speak," he murmured softy to her, letting his hand run smoothly down her cheek. "Let us savor the moment." He leaned forward again and they kissed. But again, Riania pulled away. She stood up abruptly.
"I-I must…" She looked around her in a panic, and ran off into the woods of Rivendell. Sriosno could only gaze at her back longingly.
*******
Riania leant against the rough bark of the oak tree breathing heavily, for she had run there. She shook her head angrily.
*Why must you run from him like such!* she scolded herself. But then she remembered painfully. *Oh, yes, I see. I had promised to never love and leave Rivendell. I promised this long ago, and do not intend to break such a vow now. Not ever. Not to Miroros.* Standing up straight, she led herself along the water's edge of the calm, still lake. What would she do? This would be yet another chased away from her life. But Sriosno was different… He made her feel complete and whole, and joy ran through her every time she gazed upon his fair face. Then again, Miroros gave everything for her--she could not leave him. She was too beautiful and would… Oh, why must her life be so horrible? Why must she have gone through an experience where she should be ugly but turned out the same? Why did it have to be her cousin Miroros…
"Run!" screamed Miroros, the words flying from his lips through Riania's right, pointed Elven ear and out the left. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, and she dared not move, no matter how her cousin yelled.
A gust of wind blew her auburn hair into her gray, ocean-like eyes, and her slim body quivered. Miroros shouted again.
"God Damn-it, run!" he cried from the forest. Unable to let his cousin die like this, he pushed his fair blonde hair away from his fair face and ran full speed at her. She still stared at the creature, and he plunged head first into her. She flew to the side and the dragon breathed its terrible fire…
*******
Riania gazed into Sriosno's eyes dreamily. He was so handsome: rich green eyes, blonde, wavy hair, fair skin, thin but lush lips…
He spoke to her of familiar things; the weather, things he would do with his life…
"You know," Sriosno said flirtatiously, "I'll need a wife next year, when I go off on my own." They looked at each other, and Riania pushed a stray strand of her thick hair behind her ear, but it fell back over her eyes again. Sriosno reached over and tucked it back, but he let his hand linger on her cheek. She reached up and let her hand rest softly atop his, and she smiled. Gently he took his other hand and caressed the back of her head, and pulled her slowly forward. They leant over the small tea table and let their lips press gently but passionately against one another. Riania then pulled away subtly.
"Sriosno," she began in a whisper. He hushed her and put his finger to her lips.
"Do not speak," he murmured softy to her, letting his hand run smoothly down her cheek. "Let us savor the moment." He leaned forward again and they kissed. But again, Riania pulled away. She stood up abruptly.
"I-I must…" She looked around her in a panic, and ran off into the woods of Rivendell. Sriosno could only gaze at her back longingly.
*******
Riania leant against the rough bark of the oak tree breathing heavily, for she had run there. She shook her head angrily.
*Why must you run from him like such!* she scolded herself. But then she remembered painfully. *Oh, yes, I see. I had promised to never love and leave Rivendell. I promised this long ago, and do not intend to break such a vow now. Not ever. Not to Miroros.* Standing up straight, she led herself along the water's edge of the calm, still lake. What would she do? This would be yet another chased away from her life. But Sriosno was different… He made her feel complete and whole, and joy ran through her every time she gazed upon his fair face. Then again, Miroros gave everything for her--she could not leave him. She was too beautiful and would… Oh, why must her life be so horrible? Why must she have gone through an experience where she should be ugly but turned out the same? Why did it have to be her cousin Miroros…
