Gold Comes the Autumn {September 3011} [Adanedhel]
Sept 21, 2018 12:46:07 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Sept 21, 2018 12:46:07 GMT -5
Adan peered over his shoulder to look at her, and Kelet’s eyes squinted in amusement, her closed mouth smile pulling on her lips as she could see he was in contemplation of her request. His blue eyes were brilliant, though he seemed anxious.
“I do not think I will be able to stay down for long, but I shall try.”
“Hm… you try,” Kelet repeated, watching as the ellon gathered his breath, standing upright to release him to the waters. She let her fingers trail over his shoulders until he had ducked beneath, smiling to herself and keeping her eyes on his black hair which drifted and floated. She did not stray away from the elf, should he need her. Kelet knew of the incident of his childhood; he had told her the story, and she had even asked after it by Amarië to hear the rest. The old elf had looked at her strangely when she asked, stating that no others knew of that incident, but it had not swayed Kelet from learning the rest of the story.
He was in no danger now though, nor would he be even on his own. The river was fierce perhaps, even she would not attempt to swim in the rapids where the canyon narrowed, where he had before fallen in. But the lake was docile. Only in the greatest of winds would the waves rise, and even so not to a dangerous height. The waves on the Sea of Rhûn came loftier yet, than this little lake. Long Lake as they called it, but she had seen larger, and even larger yet in her dreams, the sea on the western shore.
The raven haired elf took his time beneath, and Kelet’s grey eyes flicked to the surface of the rolling lake, watching as a water skidder gleamed across the surface, walking upon the surface tension of the water with it’s slender legs and long feet. “Usny gulsuur, Bi cham shig usan deer büjiglekh bolno.” Water skidder I would dance across the waters as you, she hummed to it as it made rapid time before the ellon finally retreated. Her eyes were still upon it as Adanedhel again broke through the surface and came back to her.
“I stayed down longer than I thought I would. Thank you for your patience and for teaching me that it is not so bad after all.”
“Of course not so bad, Meluin,” Kelet murmured after he had kissed her, lingering near that her nose and cheek were still pressed against his own, her lips brushing the line of Adanedhel’s jaw. “Just as tree climb not so bad for me. And from me you have practice with air. With breathe. Will get better with time,” she giggled, tilting her head to the side to find his lips again, drawing on his air while her fingers roved down the ellon’s chest, turning in small circles with the water droplets which fell from him. His skin was flecked with scars which rode beneath her hands, but the water made all sleek, and she hummed against his wet lips. “Adan,” she murmured, her voice teasing low in question as she opened her eyes to watch him, and her fingers ghosted lower, slinking over the hem of his trousers, desirous at the proximity of him and the sensation of the waters.
Above the rippled surface of the lake the leaves were rustling in the winds which were gusting heavier at the approach of the coming storm. Kelet hardly noticed the way the waters were beginning to crest in small billows as they splashed against them and the small insects and skidders had scuttled themselves away to hide in logs and rocky crevices to ride out the storm. The clouds in the sky rolled nearer, darkening, hanging heavy. It first came as a flash of bright lightning on the other side of the lake, and the rumble of thunder afterward.
The white haired elleth stilled her playful explorations in sudden motion as her body stiffened in fear and her blue grey eyes reflecting stormy heavens widened in fear and startlement. The pressure was dropping rapidly as the storm front approached and she felt the pain throb in her leg. “I…” her throat stuck in terrified appeal. Kelet had never grown over her fear of storms, since her youth when the lightning had seared through her body, exacerbated by the last sixty years in which she had dwelled in the open air observatory tower, left in all kinds of weather, chained with no cover. Feet frozen, sinking into the mud of lake bottom Kelet stared as another flash struck the distant land near the human city by the mountain, and her hands fumbled beneath the water to find the straps of her chemise which hung beneath.
“I do not think I will be able to stay down for long, but I shall try.”
“Hm… you try,” Kelet repeated, watching as the ellon gathered his breath, standing upright to release him to the waters. She let her fingers trail over his shoulders until he had ducked beneath, smiling to herself and keeping her eyes on his black hair which drifted and floated. She did not stray away from the elf, should he need her. Kelet knew of the incident of his childhood; he had told her the story, and she had even asked after it by Amarië to hear the rest. The old elf had looked at her strangely when she asked, stating that no others knew of that incident, but it had not swayed Kelet from learning the rest of the story.
He was in no danger now though, nor would he be even on his own. The river was fierce perhaps, even she would not attempt to swim in the rapids where the canyon narrowed, where he had before fallen in. But the lake was docile. Only in the greatest of winds would the waves rise, and even so not to a dangerous height. The waves on the Sea of Rhûn came loftier yet, than this little lake. Long Lake as they called it, but she had seen larger, and even larger yet in her dreams, the sea on the western shore.
The raven haired elf took his time beneath, and Kelet’s grey eyes flicked to the surface of the rolling lake, watching as a water skidder gleamed across the surface, walking upon the surface tension of the water with it’s slender legs and long feet. “Usny gulsuur, Bi cham shig usan deer büjiglekh bolno.” Water skidder I would dance across the waters as you, she hummed to it as it made rapid time before the ellon finally retreated. Her eyes were still upon it as Adanedhel again broke through the surface and came back to her.
“I stayed down longer than I thought I would. Thank you for your patience and for teaching me that it is not so bad after all.”
“Of course not so bad, Meluin,” Kelet murmured after he had kissed her, lingering near that her nose and cheek were still pressed against his own, her lips brushing the line of Adanedhel’s jaw. “Just as tree climb not so bad for me. And from me you have practice with air. With breathe. Will get better with time,” she giggled, tilting her head to the side to find his lips again, drawing on his air while her fingers roved down the ellon’s chest, turning in small circles with the water droplets which fell from him. His skin was flecked with scars which rode beneath her hands, but the water made all sleek, and she hummed against his wet lips. “Adan,” she murmured, her voice teasing low in question as she opened her eyes to watch him, and her fingers ghosted lower, slinking over the hem of his trousers, desirous at the proximity of him and the sensation of the waters.
Above the rippled surface of the lake the leaves were rustling in the winds which were gusting heavier at the approach of the coming storm. Kelet hardly noticed the way the waters were beginning to crest in small billows as they splashed against them and the small insects and skidders had scuttled themselves away to hide in logs and rocky crevices to ride out the storm. The clouds in the sky rolled nearer, darkening, hanging heavy. It first came as a flash of bright lightning on the other side of the lake, and the rumble of thunder afterward.
The white haired elleth stilled her playful explorations in sudden motion as her body stiffened in fear and her blue grey eyes reflecting stormy heavens widened in fear and startlement. The pressure was dropping rapidly as the storm front approached and she felt the pain throb in her leg. “I…” her throat stuck in terrified appeal. Kelet had never grown over her fear of storms, since her youth when the lightning had seared through her body, exacerbated by the last sixty years in which she had dwelled in the open air observatory tower, left in all kinds of weather, chained with no cover. Feet frozen, sinking into the mud of lake bottom Kelet stared as another flash struck the distant land near the human city by the mountain, and her hands fumbled beneath the water to find the straps of her chemise which hung beneath.