Finding Peace

Finding Peace

Posted: October 17, 2008
Title: Finding Peace
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Type: FCS
Characters: ???/???
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Beta(s): Me, myself, I.
Authors Note: While I haven’t specified actual names in this, I think it will obvious enough as to whom I had in mind when I wrote this.

Summary: An elf watches his mate sleep.

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Tentative fingers reached out to touch inky black hair, marvelling at the softness that caressed his calloused fingertips. He could only wonder at the beauty of the elf that lay there in peaceful sleep, unbelieving in his luck that this beautiful creature was finally his. Not that the dark-haired elf was a possession to be owned – far from it. If anything, it was the warrior who belonged to him. A warrior who once claimed he would never lose his heart had found that he had lost it completely and utterly when he first laid eyes on the dark-haired elf.

He continued to watch his mate as he slept, blue eyes roaming lovingly over features the warrior knew he would never tire looking at. He gave a rueful smile, thinking of the times when his mate, with his acerbic tongue, had reduced many an elf – himself included – to feeling like uncouth elflings. Not that the warrior would have it any other way. He was only glad that his mate had accepted his initial hesitant attempt at courtship, smiling gently yet encouragingly as the warrior fumbled his way through.

Other elves watched with some amusement as the warrior courted the advisor, wondering how long it would take before the dark-haired elf would give the warrior his marching orders. So they were more than surprised to see that the relationship grew and strengthened between the two elves, until finally the date was set for the bonding ceremony.

Elves from other realms came: all wanted to see with their own eyes that the dark-haired elf – who had shunned the attentions of so many others for centuries – was actually binding himself to another.

Life was never dull, living with his dark-haired elf. Yet the warrior found himself falling more and more in love with mate as time passed, and he knew that his feelings were reciprocated. He could see it every day in the words his mate said or gestures that he did. And no one knew except him how mischievous his mate could be, or what wicked things his tongue could do… He flushed slightly, remembering exactly how wicked that tongue was a few hours earlier, and then grinned. Perhaps he should wake his mate…no, he would continue to enjoy watching his mate sleep for a little while longer.

The warrior signed in contentment, secure in the knowledge that he had finally found peace.

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THE END

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