Chapter 4- THIS SCENE IS GRAPHIC, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO READ THIS KIND OF STUFF. from here on out some things will get crazy. It's just my particular style of writing, some things you may not be able to understand unless you continue reading the chapters. But this will be ok, as everything will come together before too long. And now... On to the chaos ladies and gents!

I had not spoken to anyone except him in days, and he had not seen me all night, and was worried. He found me sitting on the balcony near dawn. The back of my dress hung openly, as by my land's custom, it shown my marque perfectly. It went from the nape of my neck down to the tip of my spine, a rose, ancient in style. Vivid splotches of red in a gorgeous pattern of black making an intricate design of my social and noble status. I was facing eastward, towards the sea, and he could tell something was wrong. "What is it my love?" Erualarion asked, as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my head softly. I turned around in the comfort of his presence and allowed myself to curl up into his chest. "I cannot hear it anymore," I lowered my head as he pulled a small curly lock of hair away from my face, "the sea seems incredibly distant, and I see a haze on the horizon." I daresay he could see the fear etched on my face. "What does it mean?" he asked, obviously concerned, but only for me, he seemed oblivious to what was happening around us. I shuddered as I felt the earth's pain, "It means there is a crossroads ahead, I can see a meeting." Suddenly my eyes seemed hollow with the dromonde; "the halfling will lead them." As soon as I said it, I snapped out of the familiar trans I was almost constantly in. "The halfling?" he asked curiously. "Just as I said, the halfling." I winced as my head began I to ache, "He is here already, I've seen him occasionally, but I have never spoken to him. He's marked though; he has a gift, a light about him. He will lead them." He was stunned, nobody had dared mention the upcoming council of the ring, and Everyone knew I had not spoken a work to the halfling, I do believe his name was Frodo, but that is another part of my tale. "How did you know of the council?" he finally asked, and I smiled. "My love," I caressed his face and he stared into my eyes, knowing the answer for which he sought, "I do not need to answer that for you, for you already know the truth." As I wrapped my arms around him, I lowered his head and kissed him deeply. For some reason I could not help myself, I was drawn to him. He led me inside and immediately began planting kisses on my mouth, neck and the soft rise of my chest. I could feel his blood sing, we were drawn to each other as a bee is drawn to the rose. I felt his fingers reach down to the clasp at the bottom of my skirt, and felt the cool metal of it unhook. Slowly smooth silk slid down my waste and pooled at my feet. I slid my hands his shirt and unfastened the clasps and slowly pulled it off of him, and then pulling the undershirt off just as delicately. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I relaxed completely, all the fears that I may have had in the past about what those would be like melted away instantly. I had hands Ran over my skin as I slowly unbuckled his breeches, but just before I could release him from the trapping fabric he stopped me, "Amin mele le Oriavanim. I love you Oriavanim." and he kissed me deeply. It sent chills up my spine. So I finally slid his breeches down and gasped at what awaited me, and even though I was intimidated, I did not fear what was going to happen. He went behind me and began to kiss my neck ad he undid the small, delicate metal clasps that barely even shown. It easily and soundlessly slid off of my body. Turned me towards him and I slid my hands easily over his shoulders, and them moved one around his waist. I could feel his breath; it was hot against my skin. He took me into his strong yet gentle arms, and for a long time he just held each other, giving hisses and caresses. Then he slowly picked me up, and gently laid me on the bed, and his hands traveled up my waist, up my ribcage, and settled on my breast for a moment. Kissing me again, moved his hand toward my face, moving the stray strand of hair that was almost always in my face, as I wrapped my legs around him, I could feel his hardness rub against me, and I shuddered. His lips gently grazed mine as he entered, and I cried out, pain blossoming through out my body. But he was incredibly gentle with me, and soon the pain was gone. I could feel all of his length in me, sending ripples of pleasure through my body, that nigh quickly turned into waves. And so that night before dawn we lost ourselves in each other's arms and bodies. 'Twas a beautiful thing and the love in it was amazing. I had never known love, not like this. It was all dazing, like we were both locked in a trance. We made love until I no longer knew where my own flesh ended and his began. That night and day, I memorized and learned his flesh, inch by inch. I could feel his fingers gently run the length of my marque, and I suddenly I remembered the beautiful pain of the tapper, a dozen piercing needles pushing the ink into my skin. I sighed and kissed him deeply. "May I?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Yes." I said, shuddering as I felt waves of pleasure ripple through me like water after a pebble has been dropped unto it. His body went ridged and he cried out, and nigh collapsed into a heavily breathing mess of limbs. He took me into his arms as we caressed each other and rested, and my sunset, we were both in a deep sleep, tightly coiled in each other's arms. Being able to feel his love for me was the most comfort, easing me into a sleep, which restored the energy that we had drained each other of.

I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of his beautiful smile in the early dawn light the next day. "Kyar lye nya melinda hir alasse? Does my love find herself joyful?" he asked, seeing the smile on my face, and I wrapped my arms tighter around him. I thought of all the heartache and rejection I had been through, and finally I knew true love. I had only known him in person for a few days, but he had truly been with me for years. I had found my perfect companion. Staring at the dawning sun we shared all of our wishes for each other in the future, and I wept tears of joy. Then on a comical note, I realized that for once, the strand of hair that was ever in my face, obstructing my view, was no longer was it had normally rested. I was tucked behind my ear before I slept, and it had stayed there. I felt a joyous feeling within him as I felt his heart beat, and as I realized what he was going to ask, my heart began to pound, but he had no time to put together the words he wished to use. There was a knock on the door calling us to breakfast. Gliren's voice shouted so loud that her voice rung clearly through the room, "Will you attend morning meal today?". Then there was silence, waiting for an answer. "Yes." I said clearly, "Although I wish for you to wait for me, I must speak with you." "Very well," her voice spoke clearly "I shall wait outside." I started up quickly, every muscle in my body aching, making me slow my pace. I Slipped on a light dress, kissed Erualarion, and burst out of the door. "Today is the most joyous of days, and I have much to speak about!" I gasped as we paced down the hallways, with Erualarion trailing about twenty feet behind us, a look of up-most contentment etched upon his face. As we walked, I turned to Gliren and spoke quietly "There will be a great council, and a dangerous quest ahead. I must speak with your father and the wizard." She stared at me with curiosity, and as we walked I told her of the things I had seen and the things that were to come. On the way we passed by a man with dark hair to his shoulders, always carrying his shield ay his back, and the horn at his side, and a light flashed in my eyes and I saw the arrows. I did not like to think of what would happen to this man, the mission would destroy him. I turned to Gliren as he walked passed us, and for a moment, I think she had seen what would happen to him too.