The four days passed in the same routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, ride on, sometimes talk and laugh, sometimes have moments of silence for thought, a few horse races here and there, and then stop for the night after due progress is made.
Celesil did admit to herself that she found "Nuavar" extremely attractive, and often found herself looking forward to dusk, when she could stare at him, lying there, looking at the stars, unnoticed. Personality wise, she knew less than she thought. Celesil only saw the outside skin of the Dark Prince. Not even knowing of him being of the Outlawed Race, she thought of her companion as a beautiful, cheerful-yet-mysterious, protective person. But perhaps, deep down inside hidden somewhere, this was the real Tauren, after years of turmoil and anger were swept away.
She loved his looks, too. His dark hair hadn't had a trim for a while, and boyishly fell over his piercing grey eyes. It was then swept away by a strong hand, that had expertly pulled even the toughest bowstrings back to let an arrow fly towards it's target. "Nuavar"'s hands led to his arms, which, though normally lay hidden beneath his long-sleeved undertunic, where toned and muscular, but not bulging. Arms led to his flawless and well-toned chest, each muscle appealingly slightly blending in with its neighbor. Chest to legs, which she hadn't seen bare, thank Aule, as they were constantly clothed by a pair of soft, worn, leather leggings. Yes, he was perfect in her eyes. She silently longed for him, sometimes even subcontiously, and wondered if he felt the same or as if she were a burden to carry with him. The latter thought saddened her, as it would with anyone.
Long days and not enough to talk about gave Tauren time to think about his feelings. This brown-haired, hazel-eyed maid had entered his life by chance, yet he was so glad she did. He began to see new meanings for things, such as nature - that it was not just a resource for building and battling material or something to fight over, but was the source of life itself. Love, too, was another meaning, and feeling, Celesil had unearthed. Yes, he loved her, however he could, being new to this and all.
That night, when he discerned "Luinfalasien" was asleep, he crawled over to her and stroked her hair, murmuring to himself, or was it to her?
"Le na vanima, Luinfalasien, ar oio naa elealla alasse. Vanimle ar corm sila tiri ve anar sila no alu ie enedre. Sut im melalye, arwenamin. Nalye mela en' coiamin. Im ilsint mel, nan sii le kol mel ea palurinamin. Diola lle. [You are beautiful, Luinfalasien, and ever is thy sight a joy. Your beauty and heart shine bright as the sun shines on the water at midday. How I love you, my lady. You are the love of my life. I never knew love, but now you have brought it into my world. Thank you.]"
Celesil had awoken to the sound of his voice right after he began, but lay there silently, pretending to be asleep. She couldn't hold it any longer. Feigning just awakening, she fluttered her eyes open. "Nuavar?"
'Ai!' thought the suprised Elf. He had not at all planned her waking up. Now what was he going to do? "I beg your pardon, lady. I just-"
"I didn't understand you. Say it again...please." The moonlight fell upon their faces, enabling them both to see each clearly. Her eyes looked up at him, begging him to go on.
Struggling for a moment, he finally let the whole thing loose in the Common Speech. Suddenly it seemed easy. He went on even farther when she reached up and gingerly touched his hair, smiling. Now silence. The two lay there, arms intertwined, in liplock.
Celesil did admit to herself that she found "Nuavar" extremely attractive, and often found herself looking forward to dusk, when she could stare at him, lying there, looking at the stars, unnoticed. Personality wise, she knew less than she thought. Celesil only saw the outside skin of the Dark Prince. Not even knowing of him being of the Outlawed Race, she thought of her companion as a beautiful, cheerful-yet-mysterious, protective person. But perhaps, deep down inside hidden somewhere, this was the real Tauren, after years of turmoil and anger were swept away.
She loved his looks, too. His dark hair hadn't had a trim for a while, and boyishly fell over his piercing grey eyes. It was then swept away by a strong hand, that had expertly pulled even the toughest bowstrings back to let an arrow fly towards it's target. "Nuavar"'s hands led to his arms, which, though normally lay hidden beneath his long-sleeved undertunic, where toned and muscular, but not bulging. Arms led to his flawless and well-toned chest, each muscle appealingly slightly blending in with its neighbor. Chest to legs, which she hadn't seen bare, thank Aule, as they were constantly clothed by a pair of soft, worn, leather leggings. Yes, he was perfect in her eyes. She silently longed for him, sometimes even subcontiously, and wondered if he felt the same or as if she were a burden to carry with him. The latter thought saddened her, as it would with anyone.
Long days and not enough to talk about gave Tauren time to think about his feelings. This brown-haired, hazel-eyed maid had entered his life by chance, yet he was so glad she did. He began to see new meanings for things, such as nature - that it was not just a resource for building and battling material or something to fight over, but was the source of life itself. Love, too, was another meaning, and feeling, Celesil had unearthed. Yes, he loved her, however he could, being new to this and all.
That night, when he discerned "Luinfalasien" was asleep, he crawled over to her and stroked her hair, murmuring to himself, or was it to her?
"Le na vanima, Luinfalasien, ar oio naa elealla alasse. Vanimle ar corm sila tiri ve anar sila no alu ie enedre. Sut im melalye, arwenamin. Nalye mela en' coiamin. Im ilsint mel, nan sii le kol mel ea palurinamin. Diola lle. [You are beautiful, Luinfalasien, and ever is thy sight a joy. Your beauty and heart shine bright as the sun shines on the water at midday. How I love you, my lady. You are the love of my life. I never knew love, but now you have brought it into my world. Thank you.]"
Celesil had awoken to the sound of his voice right after he began, but lay there silently, pretending to be asleep. She couldn't hold it any longer. Feigning just awakening, she fluttered her eyes open. "Nuavar?"
'Ai!' thought the suprised Elf. He had not at all planned her waking up. Now what was he going to do? "I beg your pardon, lady. I just-"
"I didn't understand you. Say it again...please." The moonlight fell upon their faces, enabling them both to see each clearly. Her eyes looked up at him, begging him to go on.
Struggling for a moment, he finally let the whole thing loose in the Common Speech. Suddenly it seemed easy. He went on even farther when she reached up and gingerly touched his hair, smiling. Now silence. The two lay there, arms intertwined, in liplock.
