I said what I said [Ruivo][Tuilë 3010]
Apr 25, 2019 2:49:36 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on Apr 25, 2019 2:49:36 GMT -5
Contemplative silence hang in the air as Mithiel listened to how the willow path stairs had came to be. Looking downwards to mask the emotions swirling in her mind. She thought of when the stairs would have been wrought and there was a clenching of her jaw. It had been when he left her behind, that Ruivo’s strong hands had taken to the task of crafting the stone stairs and the bench they sat upon. It would have been in the years between them, in her absence from his life that his hands had tried to recreate Sirion and Mithiel over come with the grief of it, felt heated tears begin to streak down her face. Heated water of her eyes rolled down the soft hills of her cheeks, down the hollow and off the gentle oval of her chin. Mithiel knew it would have taken him years to carve out the many stone stairs in the manner he had and another longer to craft the bench of stone. He would have had to quarry the stone for the bench and...A choked sob escaped her mouth at the softness of his voice that he had wanted to bring her here. Filled to the brim was the cup of her emotions and Mithiel rested against Ruivo, clinging to him as spanish moss clings to the sorrowful to the oak in the sweet spring rain.
Did she ever think of the place where elves awoke under starlight. Did her mind wander to those places and Mithiel’s skin felt fever ridden. When their eyes would meet once more, tears dried upon her face and the warmth of blush having left his face rosay, Mithiel gave a laugh that was throaty, nervous as she was caught in having to admit her thoughts. “I have thought many times through the years, in many places where vellyn become veru aside of Sirion” heat flooded her face at her own admittance which came forth. “I had once thought of us, slipping into one of the deep canoe’s, row to the middle of Evendim under starlight…” humming the pleasure at the thought. Fingers crested over the expanse of a shoulder. “Letting the gentle ripples guide us” lashes lowered further and her tone became more coy, laced with confidence as she spilled to him the secrets of her longing. “I would not have minded the balcony...covered in paint” Mithiel’s words trailed off and the squeeze focused her attention. Her eyes sparkling from the tears that had shone in them. Content to be squeezed in his arms. Her hands roamed the length of his sides and up the back of his tunic.
His whisper drew her lips to his. “Mmm we should Kando” cradling the width of his face in her hands. “As it was at the awakening of our kin, so should we…” want simmered in her eyes and she held herself there to him. Controlled yet making known her desire.
They spoke upon travel, he wanted her to go with him. “I am sure I can draw up something warm to wear for travel. I have a fur lined cloak already” thinking n the beaver pelt cloak that she wore in the deep throws of winters white paradise. “I...I want to see it Kando, the remains of our home” Home, he knew what she was speaking of. Of the home that they had raised their son. Raised Ruivo’s skills high. Where they had danced, laughed and dreamed. Where there were no barrier between them and they were happy and madly in love for Arien to be jealous of in her glowing golden red sky and for Tillion to covet as he chased his lady Arien.
Together they would go, she wanted to go. Ruivo had never denied her anything save the bond of marriage between them and she knew now the truth of his struggle, of the lamenting and unworthiness he felt. She had tried to ease and temper herself patient for him. To be whole and her loved unmarred. Sea foam softening as he asked if she was in pain still. “I am not in pain now…save for want of you” gentleness in her eyes while she felt peace yet longing, the yearning in her belly to finally be veru. The ache in her thighs as she shifted. “I always feel you...I felt you before we ever met.” Mithiel said slowly, “I felt you in Northlands of Beleriand...I was always drawn to the north. I went there… My rooms I insisted face the pass to the east, you were there in Aglon...I felt you again in Nargothrond” Her voice quaked with emotion. “I felt you when we met in the woods, lost...but we did not speak. Nor for the thirty years we dwelled in Sirion” Mithiel’s lip pulled into a slightly sad smile, reflective in the way of elves.
“I use to watch you, when you were walking the ships at anchor. I could not miss the color of your hair” rubbing a strand between her fingers. “Your beautiful hair” leaning forward to inhale the scent of his hair.
It was in the talk of their home that Mithiel had closed her eyes. Listening, ear twitching as she envisioned the home that Ruivo spoke of. She could see her cakes being made for him, her birds sitting on the sill of the window talking to her and anxious for cake. Mithiel’s ear flicked with the imagined sound of a rainstorm, lying in bed with him and listening to the rain. He spoke of their home across the sea and her eyes opened. Biting her bottom lip.
“Our family waits for us there...They in Tirion” she said. Thinking of the great Noldor city her eyes had never seen, that she wished to see. Thinking of the images he had told her and those long ago painted in books lost to them. Mithiel quivered as Ruivo’s hands roamed the dips and curves of her body. “I have wanted you since I first dreamed….I dreamed of fire in the north. Burning bright and rampant fire. A wall of it as long as the length of this valley. I have been with you. Long have I loved you” he pulled the small boots from her feet and he grazed the locked silver cuff of her ankle. “I’ve never unscrewed it…” admitting when his fingers lingered. Her own hands exploring over his wet tunic and she desperately tried to tug it off of his body while his hands slipped higher upon her thigh and a kiss was shared between them. “One dance..” agreeing with him and allowing it of herself to dance with him, close and tight. No space between them and the heat radiated.
Did she ever think of the place where elves awoke under starlight. Did her mind wander to those places and Mithiel’s skin felt fever ridden. When their eyes would meet once more, tears dried upon her face and the warmth of blush having left his face rosay, Mithiel gave a laugh that was throaty, nervous as she was caught in having to admit her thoughts. “I have thought many times through the years, in many places where vellyn become veru aside of Sirion” heat flooded her face at her own admittance which came forth. “I had once thought of us, slipping into one of the deep canoe’s, row to the middle of Evendim under starlight…” humming the pleasure at the thought. Fingers crested over the expanse of a shoulder. “Letting the gentle ripples guide us” lashes lowered further and her tone became more coy, laced with confidence as she spilled to him the secrets of her longing. “I would not have minded the balcony...covered in paint” Mithiel’s words trailed off and the squeeze focused her attention. Her eyes sparkling from the tears that had shone in them. Content to be squeezed in his arms. Her hands roamed the length of his sides and up the back of his tunic.
His whisper drew her lips to his. “Mmm we should Kando” cradling the width of his face in her hands. “As it was at the awakening of our kin, so should we…” want simmered in her eyes and she held herself there to him. Controlled yet making known her desire.
They spoke upon travel, he wanted her to go with him. “I am sure I can draw up something warm to wear for travel. I have a fur lined cloak already” thinking n the beaver pelt cloak that she wore in the deep throws of winters white paradise. “I...I want to see it Kando, the remains of our home” Home, he knew what she was speaking of. Of the home that they had raised their son. Raised Ruivo’s skills high. Where they had danced, laughed and dreamed. Where there were no barrier between them and they were happy and madly in love for Arien to be jealous of in her glowing golden red sky and for Tillion to covet as he chased his lady Arien.
Together they would go, she wanted to go. Ruivo had never denied her anything save the bond of marriage between them and she knew now the truth of his struggle, of the lamenting and unworthiness he felt. She had tried to ease and temper herself patient for him. To be whole and her loved unmarred. Sea foam softening as he asked if she was in pain still. “I am not in pain now…save for want of you” gentleness in her eyes while she felt peace yet longing, the yearning in her belly to finally be veru. The ache in her thighs as she shifted. “I always feel you...I felt you before we ever met.” Mithiel said slowly, “I felt you in Northlands of Beleriand...I was always drawn to the north. I went there… My rooms I insisted face the pass to the east, you were there in Aglon...I felt you again in Nargothrond” Her voice quaked with emotion. “I felt you when we met in the woods, lost...but we did not speak. Nor for the thirty years we dwelled in Sirion” Mithiel’s lip pulled into a slightly sad smile, reflective in the way of elves.
“I use to watch you, when you were walking the ships at anchor. I could not miss the color of your hair” rubbing a strand between her fingers. “Your beautiful hair” leaning forward to inhale the scent of his hair.
It was in the talk of their home that Mithiel had closed her eyes. Listening, ear twitching as she envisioned the home that Ruivo spoke of. She could see her cakes being made for him, her birds sitting on the sill of the window talking to her and anxious for cake. Mithiel’s ear flicked with the imagined sound of a rainstorm, lying in bed with him and listening to the rain. He spoke of their home across the sea and her eyes opened. Biting her bottom lip.
“Our family waits for us there...They in Tirion” she said. Thinking of the great Noldor city her eyes had never seen, that she wished to see. Thinking of the images he had told her and those long ago painted in books lost to them. Mithiel quivered as Ruivo’s hands roamed the dips and curves of her body. “I have wanted you since I first dreamed….I dreamed of fire in the north. Burning bright and rampant fire. A wall of it as long as the length of this valley. I have been with you. Long have I loved you” he pulled the small boots from her feet and he grazed the locked silver cuff of her ankle. “I’ve never unscrewed it…” admitting when his fingers lingered. Her own hands exploring over his wet tunic and she desperately tried to tug it off of his body while his hands slipped higher upon her thigh and a kiss was shared between them. “One dance..” agreeing with him and allowing it of herself to dance with him, close and tight. No space between them and the heat radiated.