Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, though I wish I did. Lúthien and Daeron belong to the honorable Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien.
This is a drabble done for a challenge posted in my livejournal a while back. An AU drabble about a princess and a minstrel.
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"Daddy would be furious if he knew about this..." whispered the elfmaid, her head resting on her lover's chest.
"He doesn't have to find out," he replied, running his fingers through her hair. They had met here many times in the small clearing. These secret meetings were the only times that he could show her how he felt. He was just the minstrel, and she was Princess. He knew her father would have more than just words for him, should they be discovered. But every kiss made it worth the risk.
"I love you, Lúthien."
"I love you too, Daeron."
This is a drabble done for a challenge posted in my livejournal a while back. An AU drabble about a princess and a minstrel.
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"Daddy would be furious if he knew about this..." whispered the elfmaid, her head resting on her lover's chest.
"He doesn't have to find out," he replied, running his fingers through her hair. They had met here many times in the small clearing. These secret meetings were the only times that he could show her how he felt. He was just the minstrel, and she was Princess. He knew her father would have more than just words for him, should they be discovered. But every kiss made it worth the risk.
"I love you, Lúthien."
"I love you too, Daeron."