~Memories~

By Ola

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A/N~ warning: same as for precedent chapter. Sorry that it took a bit long to update, but yesterday I spent the whole day watching the extended lord of the rings dvd, with all the extra behind the scene stuff *can't tell I'm addicted yet?* and today I had to do lots of running around (yep, school starts again Wednesday-lots of books to buy and stuff to do). I know, I know, no reasons are good enough, and this is not a very long chapter. Again sorry. Hope you enjoy. =)

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Part 21~

He saw the girl's eyes get bigger and rounder as he enumerated each name, and felt her slightly move away from him, but he had not expected her comment: "that's a damn lots of names to go through at every greeting."

"Does my background change anything?"

"Of course it does! If something happens to you, I'll be the first one suspected, or if we fight, I'll be hanging faster than I could say your name SiKel…whatever. You won't be smiling after I tell you what my name is." His grin got quite a bit smaller and a lot more uncertain at her words.

"I am Micolanea Seraleen, of the house of the Sephardi." His face fell, and for a fraction of a second, she could clearly see a battle etched on it. Then he began to cry. No. he had tears in his eyes, yes, but brought by his hysterical laughing. The girl glared, shocked and quite a bit angry, looking at his hands holding his bare sides, very conscious of her own semi-nakedness.

"What's so funny?" she hissed.

"N…nothing." He could barely say, whipping his eyes. "It's just that…I never…in all my life…imagined…this could happen…to me. My father's gonna kill me…the second he finds out."

"Stop it! Stop laughing like that!" her eyes filled with tears and Sindarin stopped, as quickly as if he had suddenly lost the use of his voice. He became serious, looking in her eyes. her dark gray eyes, like stormy clouds, full of rain.

"Lan. I'm so sorry. I mean t to tell you." The clouds broke, and so did Sindarin's heart. "Lan, nothing of this matters. I don't care about your family, I don't care about my father. All I care about is you. I never meant to hurt you, but I thought it would be better if you didn't know. I joined the guard to escape being a prince, so you understand why I didn't want anyone knowing who I was. And I didn't want you to like me only for my titles. Lan, are you listening to me?" the girl had sat up with her knees drawn to her chest, her arms around her legs, and her head down. "This is not how it was supposed to be!"

"And how was it supposed to be?" a whisper, barely audible.

The flower stalks rustled, and she felt his cool fingers gently raise her chin, then his lips caress hers. Slowly. Hesitantly. With a contained passion and truth hidden in their depths.

"Like this."

"Her arms unwound from their original position to admit the young man into their circle. They lay back down in each other's arms, for a long time lying still except for the occasional caress, while they pursued their thoughts. But they had left something unfinished. Like ambers glowing under a pile of ashes, unextinguished. A flame flickered through, then another one, and another. Uncertain smiles, kisses, tender touches came back, to be replaced by laughs and mischievous twinkles in their eyes as confidence was restored to its previous level, and then beyond it. Sindarin drew her over him, so that once again their whole bodies were touching.

"Lan, I have something to tell you, but promise you won't laugh."

"I promise."

"I've never done this before…I've never been with a girl…like that…you promised not to laugh!"

"I'm sorry Si. It's just that neither have i. with a guy I mean." Chuckle.

"Well, at least you won't be able to say I'm awfully bad at it. You have no way of comparing. So I can do whatever I want." Mischievous smile.

"Oh, yeah? And what will you do after that?" Lan slipped her little hands into the back of Sidarin's pants and squeezed his buttocks.

"Lan!" the girl laughed in delight at the unmanly squeal he made and the way his whole body tensed.

"Mmmm, as smooth as a baby's."

"I bet yours' even nicer." Crooked grin.

"But you don't know."

"Is that an invitation?" the girl smiled. Sindarin didn't need to be asked twice. A few moments of laughing and squirming ensued, as areas of tickliness were discovered. When they tired of that too, Lanea unbuttoned Sindarin's pants and began taking them off, while he lay calmly, with a smile on his face, watching her vain efforts, until she blew a strand of annoying hair that kept dropping in front of her eyes. the pants wouldn't budge. So he helped her out, slightly raising his mid-section (and Lanea too since she was still lying on top of him) to allow her to slip the offending garment off.

"Aha!" cry of victory.

Another pair of pants briefly experienced the joy of flight before rejoining all the other pieces of clothing, including the shoes, discarded a while back. Silence descended on the little valley. Their cheeks colored from the cold wind, from the exertion, or from both. Before, it had all been a game, but now, now it couldn't be anymore. They hugged to keep warm and to stop the feeling that said it was shameful to look.

"Lan…do you want to do it?...are you ready?" those words brought a memory. Buggle, big brother, I wonder where you are. Thanks for not letting me do it back then. She glanced at her forearm and smiled; despite the cold wind, she had no goosebumps. Then she looked into the young man's eyes, his warm, brown eyes. "I love you Sindarin."

"I love you too." Smile.

"And to answer your first question: yes. And I'm glad I've never done it with anyone before you."

"Oh Lan…" they kissed, and caressed, and made gentle love, without previous experience, but with many deep feelings. They forgot about time, they forgot about the world; they only knew each other and the present. Bliss and paradise. Love. It was a lot more than older people made it out to be, and a lot different than the minstrels sang about. It was this thing of their own, made of two pieces that fitted perfectly into one being. it was what they had imagined Heaven to feel like; calm, beautiful, and all encompassing. It w…

A chocked scream filled the little valley.

"Oh my god. Lan. I'm so sorry love. Lan? You're all right? Say something!"

Fire. Pain. Fire. Hurt. Smell of flowers. Fire.

"I'm okay" she whispered between gritted teeth, relaxing her hand and looking at the five little red marks where she had dug her finger nails in his shoulder, wondering if it hurt as much as she did.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Lan. I'm so sorry."

"Of course you did."

"Lan. Please. Forgive me. I didn't know it would hurt that much."

"Neither did I." sort of grin, "but I think it happens sometimes, the first time. And it won't hurt now."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. I still love you, silly prince." Grin.

And although it did hurt for some time still, Lanea didn't say anything, but she couldn't suppress a few whimpers from escaping, which later turned into little moans. Sindarin didn't keep absolutely quiet either, but half of it was drowned by deep, longing kisses.

Unfortunately, everything is bound to end, and so did their sensual love making, even if it was because they ran out of strength rather than because of a lack of interest or passion. They simply lay in each other's arms, warm and tingly all over, covered by one of their cloak that Sindarin had drawn over them.

No words were necessary. Their eyes told a long enough story.

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A/N~ so? Eh? =) what did you think? Mmm, not much in the advancement of the plot, but well, I think that was necessary.

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-saphie- I love your reviews! They always give me so much will to write the next part as quick as I can. Thanks!!

-shelby, I hope you will like the rest of the story as well!!

-Leopardance- who is that you want to poleaxe? Sindarin? Or me for stopping to quickly/or still writing this damn story? *grins* lol.

-saphie- hey, too reviews, no wait three !! for the same chapter! Wow, I guess you really like the story. I'm honored! =)

-falcon-rider- I was just kidding. Lol =) hope you'll keep on reading, even though this chapter might not have been much too your taste then. No more muchyness in the next few chapters!!! (or not as much anyway, I promises =)

aha! I tricked you all! No, it wasn't scars he had =) lol, although a tattoo is a kind of scar I guess. Oh well, I'm happy you like the twisted way this story is errr, twisting around =)

thanks so much for your reviews!