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Title: Journey's Delay (#893)
Author: LadyAranel
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: All is not what it might seem. An exercise in descriptive language.
Published: 03 May 2004
Updated: 03 May 2004
Warnings:
Type: General
Characters: Legolas


Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

The dawn’s blue sky meets emerald trees that sweep down into the forest bed of brown. Surrounded by the bird’s morning song of welcome, I am mirror still and quiet.

Leaves sigh, brushing against the sinuous hands that divide them with reverent gentleness, opening their arms to reveal their willing and enraptured captive. The sunlight bursts a halo around a golden crown of silken unbound hair as, unabashedly, the visitor sheds tawny skin for alabaster -- casting aside all raiment. With silent steps, he moves gracefully and with expectation.

A rustle disturbs his advance. His elegant head turns to look over his shoulder and the muscles beneath ripple – a hint of the strength that lies dormant within. A squirrel skitters up a tree and stops to look down at this intruder; chattering her chastisement. The elf nods an apology. With nary a blink she continues. His eyes – clear cerulean blue – dance with suppressed mirth at the abrupt dismissal.

The wind whispers and, for a moment, his eyes close half-lidded as the caress sweeps across his flesh. The trees, heavy with scent, sway and bestow their blossoms down upon him; the star-splashes of ivory blooms catching in his hair as he breathes in deeply. I am enchanted.

His gaze is cast upon me. I glimmer -- a wordless entreaty.

He enters swiftly and without hesitation. I receive him, parting easily, welcoming him into my depths. He dips to taste me as I rejoice in him. With effort, he pauses. I tempt him with promises which urge him on. His strokes resume; now powerful and purposeful. Forward. I embrace him. Faster. I feel the blood-beats in his body. Further. I raise my voice in match to his exclamation.

“Lanthir!”

He emerges in triumph, gasping with exhilaration. I rain kisses down upon his neck and shoulders. Hands raise in supplication as delightful laughter echoes wonder.

My secret is discovered.








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Sindarin Translation:

Lanthir = Waterfall or literally, 'falling stream'.
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