Roman Nights

Author�s Note: Thank you so much, Alassante!



Soft music floated from the radio, rousing Haldir from dreamless sleep. A shaft of light fell across the carpet, and his eyes followed it to the balcony. Elaneth was standing underneath the full moon, bathed in luminous glory. She moved to the rhythm of the music, hips swaying like tall grass in a spring breeze, the soft satin of her nightshirt sliding over sensuous curves.

Regrettable that he should think these things when there were more pressing matters at hand, like evil Istari in Berlin and Rome.

But she was perfection incarnate: beautiful � intelligent � courageous � dancing �.