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Title: An Innocent Fantasy (#2583)
Author: SilverMoonLady
Chapters: 3

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: Summary: Post-LotR; idle and lonely hands are temptation's playground... :) Written for the Seduction challenge at DrabbleMadness (LJ)! Disclaimer: Master Tolkien's sandbox, mea culpa.. Length: tribble?trouble? Triple drabble - 300 words.
Published: 02 Mar 2006
Updated: 02 Mar 2006
Warnings: implied adult situations
Type: Angst
Characters: Berilac Brandybuck; OFC (Margueritte)


Chapter 1 - Mid-Morning

Mid-Morning



“Good morning, Master Berilac.”

My heart pounds faster. “Hello, Miss Margueritte,” I manage to reply.

Can it truly be surprising that round-cheeked smile and friendly eye should so capture my imagination, when the dread cold of a marriage bed now grudgingly shared is my daily reward? Is it any worse that my dreams fill with fresh kindness than to merely lose myself in wood, in ale, in friendship, in toil?

“Goodbye, Margueritte.”

Who would forbid an innocent fantasy to warm me, forever bonded in a joining soured by the unforeseen, my scarred face an indelible reminder of times best forgot?

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tbc


Chapter 2 - Midnight

Midnight


Guilt sends its marching soldiers of anxiety and hope into my heart as I walk the rounds of my first evening watch. The corridors of Brandy Hall are empty at this hour, though soon a select few will wake and fill its quiet spaces with the murmur of their labors and the comforting scent of baking bread. Then I will know she has arrived.

I volunteered for this duty with false innocence, for the first loaf from her hands will be mine, by courtesy and nothing else, though I foolishly pretend otherwise.

For now I dream awake of sweetness forbidden…

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tbc


Chapter 3 - Dusk

Dusk


“Good evening, Bear,” her voice breathes upon the night air, and for an instant I am convinced I am yet asleep.

Looking into her moonlit eyes, no answer comes as I drown in the memory of myriad imagined encounters exactly like this one, at the turn of a corner. Does she know…?

Her lips are soft and warm against mine, and though I cannot account for her sudden closeness, the thought is fleeting in this strange drunkenness. It is only by chance that my passion-blind vision catches the less than innocent fire in her eyes; but I am already lost…


The End
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