Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, the person who wrote the real ones (that
great genius that was JRRTolkien) does share the same birthday as me
though.....anywhooz. Lawyers ain´t gettin´nothin´ on
me!.................yet.
Warning: This isn´t my story, it isn´t even my fic, it wasn´t even my dream. It was my friends dream and since we bug her enough about it already I decided to add a few gadgets and lines and some sort of way to weave the story together so have a toodles good time reading. I know I´m wierd but frankly, my darlings, I don´t give a damn.
Dedication goes out to: Scottie/Homey G and Captain Savvy of the Silver Lasses. (Y´all two know who some of these characters really are. Sorry if I change it a bit too much and scares ya, aye, Cap´n Sav?)
Boromir´s castle stood shadowed in moonlight one cool summer night. The marble columns stood outlined by the midnight summer sky and somewhere about the castle two lovers bid their goodbyes inside a beautifully decorated chamber. The four-post bed was of mahogany and contrasted with the midnight blue of the velvet curtains, opened and the celeste blue of the sheets. The windowseat harbored various pillows of silky materials thrown against it. Beside the door and front of the bed was a mahogany armoire where the doors were slightly opened as one of the lovers had just chosen her clothes to change back into before her departure.
Selmorwai was just behind the bed, a little shy and wanting some time to watch her lover and think of what had just happened. Nothing. Just lying together in undergarments with him gave her shivers. Him holding her. She was mature for her age, when she wanted to be and he was wise when he had to be. He could make her smile just after revealing the most difficult knowledge. He was unique, very prized to her. She hated it had to be this way though. She should have known she´d fall for someone older than her.
She appeared to be just sixteen. She was petite and had long blonde hair that reached her midback. She had the blue eyes and fair skin that trademarked the elven people.
They would never have accepted this. Any of this, especially not from one of their kind. But she couldn´t help it.
She had picked a light honey colored velvet dress with trumpet sleeves and cream embroidery done just unbder the breast. The was pulling the neckline over her head softly, daydreaming and reflecting still when she saw her lover on the opposite side of the bed, still in midprocess of dressing, stopped, staring at her.
"What is it?" she asked, blushing slightly.
"Moonlight does you good." He smiled at her and she returned it mouthing ´thank you´ as she continued to dress.
When she was done she began to fix the curtains on the bed, pulling them closed on her side, giving her love time to dress with full privacy. She heard him grumble as she began topull the velvet material forward on one side but avoided looking at him, knowing his puppy-dog face would make her change her mind, and smiled nonetheless at the thought of him.
"Done....." His voice was sad and aired that dread it as they did, they would soon have to part.
She finished pulling the curtains on the front of the bed and turned a post over to his side. He gazed at her up and down, amazed, drunken with moonlight as her people would say. She smirked, knowing he wouldn´t move from his place before the bed unless she led them both from it. She walked in front of him, her body teased him as she reached up and pretended not to be able to reach the top of the curtains and peeked back at him. He was smiling. His long silver-grey robe hung about him and brushed over her as she got off of tiptoe, not moving letting him reached her hand to the top of the curtain from behind her. She longed for him to hug her. His beard scraggled against her own cheek. She was drawn into a dizzily happy state of mind. He brought the curtain to her long elegant hands with his own wise strong almost withered onesbrushing softly against hers to return the tease.
"You´re evil." He whispered softly into her ears, his warm breath mingled with his words.
"Only to you." She returned. She stepped away from him to get back to her task just as he was about to place a hand on her waist. His hand sunk and he couldn´t stand it anymore. She looked like the envisionment of a goddess in the moonlight, that golden hair, her pale skin, her glazed firy blue eyes and that goldentinted dress made him want to touch her, caress her shoulders, embrace her. And there was the goddes. Tiptoing to reach the top and struggling to pull the curtain close round the bed where they had siply laid in each others arms while sweet whispers and each others warmth covered them. They couldn´t do anymore than this, it was forbidden. She was forbidden from him. Her existence toi anyone´s ears, even those of the fellowship would bring her certain pain and possible torture and dishonor while her would lose her love and die crying in his sleep.
He had to push that thought from him, if they were careful enough and if their allies stayed true, they would never be found out. He had to push the thoughts of a distant departure away from him. Even these departures that announced a few hours of seperation and not seeing the other were difficult enough let alone that. He watched his goddess anew.
He couldn´t stand it. She was just finishing this curtain anyway. He quickly sped up to her and one hand on her waist, hers still on the curtain spinned them round so that they might be sheilded inside it like a small round velvetwalled room. With only enough room for two. He placed a second hand around he and she let the curtain drop letting her hands lay still by her side. He squeezed her waist gently and she squirmed and giggled. They said nothing. She sighed, probably thinking the thoughts he was trying to rid himself of just a moment ago, and searched for an exit from their ´hideout´. He groaned but let her, only with the condition that he had now been able to wrap his hands round he waist from behind her, holding her in a strong embrace. Her back on his stomach felt warm, even through the velvet of both their clothes. She found her way out and tried to pry him off. He held tight, grinned and breathed against her nape. This was her weakspot. She softened and turned, still in the embrace to face him. Her eyes were sad and a guilty tear ha stopped its course midcheek. He withheld a grip on the small of he back with one hand as another turned up to wipe away the evidence of sadness.
"No...Gandalf.....You know we can´t.....please......." she couldn´t finish her sentence. She didn´t really want to push him away, or give in to this forbiddenness. She wanted others to accept it. To accept them., Just as they were. Two hundred and some wizard and twenty-some elven bride.
"Selmorwai, come on. Don´t give in. Melda lai lai." He breathed the words onto her cheek. She closed her eyes and for a second let herself fall into him. Into his chest and cried out.
"Don´t make this harder than it is." Her voice was full of emotion as she whispered this to him. Her words were wettened against his chest by her tears. It hurt Gandalf, this wasn´t the strong, fierce young woman he had fallen for. She seemed like a child in need of comfort and he felt like a parent instead of her melda. He parted her face from his chest cupping it with both hands, her hands were now the ones that held the embrace. She held her head up shivering slightly with tearstroken eyes that burnt into him. She choked back a sob, waiting for him to talk. He pondered on what to say as he stroked her hair, long silken and golden.
"Melda......" He pleaded her with one word to stop crying and she was truely trying to stop. She brought his hand to hers for strength and held this bond against his chest as well. She kissed their knuckles before turning back to him.
"We had better start to the room, we said we would meet there a little after the moon began to set and look at the sky." He knew it was better to refrain from speaking of it. Persuasion in the pro or the con was still bringing back an unwanted topic. She leaned off his chest, smiling as she quickly wiped at a wrinkle her tears had made. He grabbed the hand away and put it in his own. They went to the armoire and produced each the black cloaks that had hidden them from sight on their way here.
A/N: ok, this was sooo the normal part of the dream......sav, u have weirdo dreams btw. Next chapter (and last i think) is where the total weirdness comes into view
And for those of you who didn´t know....melda is elven for love or my love.
Review!!!!!
Now!
Peez? Pety peez wit shuga on tops?
Warning: This isn´t my story, it isn´t even my fic, it wasn´t even my dream. It was my friends dream and since we bug her enough about it already I decided to add a few gadgets and lines and some sort of way to weave the story together so have a toodles good time reading. I know I´m wierd but frankly, my darlings, I don´t give a damn.
Dedication goes out to: Scottie/Homey G and Captain Savvy of the Silver Lasses. (Y´all two know who some of these characters really are. Sorry if I change it a bit too much and scares ya, aye, Cap´n Sav?)
Boromir´s castle stood shadowed in moonlight one cool summer night. The marble columns stood outlined by the midnight summer sky and somewhere about the castle two lovers bid their goodbyes inside a beautifully decorated chamber. The four-post bed was of mahogany and contrasted with the midnight blue of the velvet curtains, opened and the celeste blue of the sheets. The windowseat harbored various pillows of silky materials thrown against it. Beside the door and front of the bed was a mahogany armoire where the doors were slightly opened as one of the lovers had just chosen her clothes to change back into before her departure.
Selmorwai was just behind the bed, a little shy and wanting some time to watch her lover and think of what had just happened. Nothing. Just lying together in undergarments with him gave her shivers. Him holding her. She was mature for her age, when she wanted to be and he was wise when he had to be. He could make her smile just after revealing the most difficult knowledge. He was unique, very prized to her. She hated it had to be this way though. She should have known she´d fall for someone older than her.
She appeared to be just sixteen. She was petite and had long blonde hair that reached her midback. She had the blue eyes and fair skin that trademarked the elven people.
They would never have accepted this. Any of this, especially not from one of their kind. But she couldn´t help it.
She had picked a light honey colored velvet dress with trumpet sleeves and cream embroidery done just unbder the breast. The was pulling the neckline over her head softly, daydreaming and reflecting still when she saw her lover on the opposite side of the bed, still in midprocess of dressing, stopped, staring at her.
"What is it?" she asked, blushing slightly.
"Moonlight does you good." He smiled at her and she returned it mouthing ´thank you´ as she continued to dress.
When she was done she began to fix the curtains on the bed, pulling them closed on her side, giving her love time to dress with full privacy. She heard him grumble as she began topull the velvet material forward on one side but avoided looking at him, knowing his puppy-dog face would make her change her mind, and smiled nonetheless at the thought of him.
"Done....." His voice was sad and aired that dread it as they did, they would soon have to part.
She finished pulling the curtains on the front of the bed and turned a post over to his side. He gazed at her up and down, amazed, drunken with moonlight as her people would say. She smirked, knowing he wouldn´t move from his place before the bed unless she led them both from it. She walked in front of him, her body teased him as she reached up and pretended not to be able to reach the top of the curtains and peeked back at him. He was smiling. His long silver-grey robe hung about him and brushed over her as she got off of tiptoe, not moving letting him reached her hand to the top of the curtain from behind her. She longed for him to hug her. His beard scraggled against her own cheek. She was drawn into a dizzily happy state of mind. He brought the curtain to her long elegant hands with his own wise strong almost withered onesbrushing softly against hers to return the tease.
"You´re evil." He whispered softly into her ears, his warm breath mingled with his words.
"Only to you." She returned. She stepped away from him to get back to her task just as he was about to place a hand on her waist. His hand sunk and he couldn´t stand it anymore. She looked like the envisionment of a goddess in the moonlight, that golden hair, her pale skin, her glazed firy blue eyes and that goldentinted dress made him want to touch her, caress her shoulders, embrace her. And there was the goddes. Tiptoing to reach the top and struggling to pull the curtain close round the bed where they had siply laid in each others arms while sweet whispers and each others warmth covered them. They couldn´t do anymore than this, it was forbidden. She was forbidden from him. Her existence toi anyone´s ears, even those of the fellowship would bring her certain pain and possible torture and dishonor while her would lose her love and die crying in his sleep.
He had to push that thought from him, if they were careful enough and if their allies stayed true, they would never be found out. He had to push the thoughts of a distant departure away from him. Even these departures that announced a few hours of seperation and not seeing the other were difficult enough let alone that. He watched his goddess anew.
He couldn´t stand it. She was just finishing this curtain anyway. He quickly sped up to her and one hand on her waist, hers still on the curtain spinned them round so that they might be sheilded inside it like a small round velvetwalled room. With only enough room for two. He placed a second hand around he and she let the curtain drop letting her hands lay still by her side. He squeezed her waist gently and she squirmed and giggled. They said nothing. She sighed, probably thinking the thoughts he was trying to rid himself of just a moment ago, and searched for an exit from their ´hideout´. He groaned but let her, only with the condition that he had now been able to wrap his hands round he waist from behind her, holding her in a strong embrace. Her back on his stomach felt warm, even through the velvet of both their clothes. She found her way out and tried to pry him off. He held tight, grinned and breathed against her nape. This was her weakspot. She softened and turned, still in the embrace to face him. Her eyes were sad and a guilty tear ha stopped its course midcheek. He withheld a grip on the small of he back with one hand as another turned up to wipe away the evidence of sadness.
"No...Gandalf.....You know we can´t.....please......." she couldn´t finish her sentence. She didn´t really want to push him away, or give in to this forbiddenness. She wanted others to accept it. To accept them., Just as they were. Two hundred and some wizard and twenty-some elven bride.
"Selmorwai, come on. Don´t give in. Melda lai lai." He breathed the words onto her cheek. She closed her eyes and for a second let herself fall into him. Into his chest and cried out.
"Don´t make this harder than it is." Her voice was full of emotion as she whispered this to him. Her words were wettened against his chest by her tears. It hurt Gandalf, this wasn´t the strong, fierce young woman he had fallen for. She seemed like a child in need of comfort and he felt like a parent instead of her melda. He parted her face from his chest cupping it with both hands, her hands were now the ones that held the embrace. She held her head up shivering slightly with tearstroken eyes that burnt into him. She choked back a sob, waiting for him to talk. He pondered on what to say as he stroked her hair, long silken and golden.
"Melda......" He pleaded her with one word to stop crying and she was truely trying to stop. She brought his hand to hers for strength and held this bond against his chest as well. She kissed their knuckles before turning back to him.
"We had better start to the room, we said we would meet there a little after the moon began to set and look at the sky." He knew it was better to refrain from speaking of it. Persuasion in the pro or the con was still bringing back an unwanted topic. She leaned off his chest, smiling as she quickly wiped at a wrinkle her tears had made. He grabbed the hand away and put it in his own. They went to the armoire and produced each the black cloaks that had hidden them from sight on their way here.
A/N: ok, this was sooo the normal part of the dream......sav, u have weirdo dreams btw. Next chapter (and last i think) is where the total weirdness comes into view
And for those of you who didn´t know....melda is elven for love or my love.
Review!!!!!
Now!
Peez? Pety peez wit shuga on tops?