Cool Breezes

The heady fragrance of lilies wafted through the air as Minuialeth leaned against the balcony railing. She closed her eyes, enjoying the cooling breeze that caressed her skin. Rivendell in summer, it was nothing like the hot, arid air of home.

Quiet footsteps approached, pausing beside her. Her lips curled into a smile when she felt the soft petals of a flower tracing down her cheek. Soon the petals were replaced by the silken touch of his lips on her neck. She wrapped her arms about him.

"Happy Birthday, my love,"� Erestor whispered as he lifted her in his arms.