Prompt: "Imagine humming a song you knew from your childhood, and your lover hearing you; he wraps his arms around you before finishing the line you couldn't remember"
Note: Lyrics are from the Sting song "Fields of Gold"
You wandered through the empty hallways; the sun had gone down long ago, and the stars were out overhead. Nobody was awake, apart from you, of course. You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself, as you walked out into the bitter winter night air - such a contrast to the summer days - and sat down in the gardens. Observing the stars overhead, you thought about a song your parents used to sing to you, when you were just a child.
You smiled happily at the memory, and as you lent back onto the grass, you began to gently tap the rhythm out onto the ground. Before long you were mouthing the words, feeling your hair being gently brushed around by the light winds. You continued to stare upwards to the heavens in awe; the stars had always fascinated you.
As the stars were hidden behind the oncoming clouds, you began to hum the tune; sitting upright to lean against a tree, you began to sing quietly as you messed with the fabric of your dress.
[Character] turned over his sleep, reaching out to wrap their arms around your frame. When he noticed that the bed beside him was empty, he began to panic slightly, but calmed down when he realised that you couldn't have gotten far. Sitting upright, he quickly thinks where you might have headed, before -
You'll remember me when the west wind moves,
Upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky,
As we walk in fields of gold.
It was your voice, singing. He stood up, smiling to himself as he made his way to the small window; he pushed it open, shivering in the cold, and glanced down. Sure enough, there you were, sitting in the gardens like you always were.
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
He smiled brighter, he knew this song; he'd thought for so long that people had forgotten about it. Pulling the window closed, he quickly pulled his boots on, grabbing his cloak and made his way into the gardens.
The War of The Ring had been over for almost five years now, and you'd been married for two; you were perfectly safe, and you were perfectly carefree. It was one of the things he loved most about you.
As he made his way closer, you voice seemed to grow stronger, but the song seemed to be more rigid; you'd begun to forget the words.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
He'd finally reached the garden, you still hadn't noticed him coming closer to you, until he'd sat right beside you, and wrapped his arms around you. Startled slightly, at his sudden appearance, you stopped singing, and gently moved closer to him, so that you were now resting your head against his chest.
You both sat in silence for a moment, before he spoke gently. "Keep going; you sing so well."
Blushing for a moment, you glanced up at him, before shaking your head slightly, "I don't remember the rest." You admit; you were glad that the dark night was able to hide your burning cheeks. He lent down to kiss you; the warmth his lips left on yours, kept you begging for more. Your hand moved to his neck, as his arms wrapped around your waist.
When something light, fluffy and cold landed onto your face, the two of you pulled away and glanced up; the dark clouds were pouring snow down upon you. Many flakes had already landed in your [hair colour] hair and down your back.
"Don't worry." He said to you, brushing the flakes from your shoulder. "I know the rest."
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold.