Timeless
By Bohemian Storm
Notes: Written as a challenge.
Words given to me by Nita: petals, goddess, time.
Fandom and character given to me by Dia: Lord of the Rings; Elrond.
He lived in a timeless land, a timeless place. For him the years were like
seconds, ticking by in the blink of an eye. A war could begin and be won before
he laid his head to rest upon his pillow for a night of sleep. He was timeless himself;
aging naught but a day since the last time she had seen him. He was hers.
Beautiful, elegant, perfect.
He was timeless.
She was his goddess, drifting in and out of dreams with flowers in her hair and
petals sliding beneath her delicate fingers. He watched her as they drew
neared, watched the wind toy with her hair, the breeze kicking up dust into her
eyes. She shielded them with a thin hand, peering beneath her palm to watch
him.
They had spent so much time apart and yet it seemed like nothing. They were
there. Here. This place. They were together. Years meant nothing. Time meant
nothing.
He smiled when he saw the flowers in her hair.
She seemed well.
The attack had taken years from her face, lined her eyes where there was not
meant to be lines. Her smile had lost its luster. He had been so afraid for
her, so afraid that she would never be right again. Never be Celebrian.
And yet she was. She was Celebrian.
She raised a hand in a wave and he returned it. His hand glided through the air
gently and it startled him to realize that within seconds his skin would brush
hers. He would feel her beneath him, hands, lips, hair, and ears. He would feel
all of her and he would remember what it felt like to be by her side.
Suddenly the seconds seemed horribly long. He felt as though he would never
reach her. Whenever he could finally touch her wouldn't be soon enough. It had
to be now. Here. The seconds stretched into minutes, minutes into hours. He
felt as though he watched her for days and that the ship was moving further away.
She was slipping into the darkness, blurring, fading, his focus was lost. She
would be gone.
Then their fingers touched and he saw her smile softly. His fingers went to the
flowers, sliding over the silk of the petals, dusting pollen over her hair as
he moved.
She smiled. "You came back to me."
"The years have been long," he murmured, lips brushing her cheek. A
shiver went through him at the feel of her skin and he felt tears prick his
eyes.
"And yet nothing has changed."
His eyes fluttered closed, his head resting against her hair. "Nothing."
End