I said what I said [Ruivo][Tuilë 3010]
Jul 23, 2019 15:55:58 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on Jul 23, 2019 15:55:58 GMT -5
Silence.
Silence as Mithiel sat astride Ruivo and he told her his tale, told her a story about a person and a place. A place he had once called home. A place he was known by another name. A life time ago in a land she had never known, but knew through the tales of their people. Had read about in books and scrolls that her kinsmen had detailed. There was a heaviness on the air and Mithiel stared at the cold stone walls of deep gray. The inner chamber of Ruivo’s room painted the color of the ocean waves on a storm cloud day.
Lips dampened and Mithiel’s air was knocked from her by a heavy admittence from Ruivo. Words she had waited ages to know, truth given to her that solidified rumors she had known for age upon age. Her breath caught in her lungs as his head rested against her and she was so very quiet as the weight of knowledge rested upon her. He was a kinslayer, she had long known that. She had known he’d slain kin on the shore of Alqualondë and yet she loved him still. Mithiel had pieced it together over their years together but never said anything. Waiting to hear the words from Ruivo’s own lips. Waiting for his own admittence to the deed that he had done. Even knowing he had spilled the blood of Falmari people. Mithiel’s fingers rested over his heart with her eyes closed. His name was Famaráto and she understood at least in part she now understood the ráto that was barely visible on his broken quiver. It had once been his name on embosomed on the strap. Tender fingers clenched her beloved. Love formed under silver light.
She ached as she held him in her arms and Mithiel placed a kiss to his temple, cheek, against the edge of his mouth. Mithiel ached for him, to know his sorrow and the pain he harbored inside. The pain of ages that he carried must have been a torment and there was no way that she could have ever belayed that sorrow he must feel. Tears slipped from her eyes as her fingers gently rubbed circles upon his skin. Her love in torment and she in torment for the lack of him. Held fast to him. The warmth of their bodies mixed with chill and gooseflesh rose along skin. Aching.
“Famaráto,” Mithiel murmured against his cheek. Her slender fingers hugged naked flesh and longing still held her eyes. The name of her alloy, love on her lips as she tasted that which had been his from birth. That which he never spoke before and always to the Noldor he had been Ruivo. “Which is it, that you desire I should call you?” He had several names and she would call him each if he wished it. Her fingers moved to still his urge to move from her.
“What name would you desire that I call you, for I call my own and I love you still. You have shed blood and you have saved many more than you have slain. My love can not be taken because of the past. I would have you as you are. You came to me a kinslayer, with blood upon your name and still these ages have not turned me from you. You who is the pride of my heart. The light of my eyes” Mithiel’s right hand reached for his hair, threading the strands through fingers and against her wedding band. The beautiful band he crafted for her finger.
“Had I been born in the blessed realm, I would have loved you then. In Alqualondë I would have loved you under starlight.” Mithiel’s cheeks turned slightly pink at her own admittence. “I would have joined with you there in the ocean that kisses the shore of Alqualondë, with the water washing over our skin and the sand beneath us”
Mithiel knew she would have loved him then as she loved him now. As Ruivo mentioned the door, there was the sway of golden hair in the faint light. “Tis already locked” Mithiel murmured, her voice low and soft. Naked with emotion, the tenderness for which she felt towards ruivo. As he tried to lift her from him and she bore down her weight. Not that she had ever been a heavy set female for an elleth. Mithiel had always been lighter of frame, her curves there and her own. Her nose brushed Ruivo’s as a kiss was placed between his brows, the tip of his nose and then to the lips that she adored.
“No interruptions this time...Just you and I” she said, a lightness in her voice and a hands reached behind to untangle the herself from the gown, to give over herself. When it was loosened and no longer a hinderance her lips came to his once more, seeking to part them and taste well the fullness of his mouth. Whispering. “Let me be yours and teach me how to love you in the tongue you first knew” before her mouth moved and she began to work her way to the high point of his ear. Dragging the warmth of her tongue against the shallow flesh.
“Isilmënya”
Silence as Mithiel sat astride Ruivo and he told her his tale, told her a story about a person and a place. A place he had once called home. A place he was known by another name. A life time ago in a land she had never known, but knew through the tales of their people. Had read about in books and scrolls that her kinsmen had detailed. There was a heaviness on the air and Mithiel stared at the cold stone walls of deep gray. The inner chamber of Ruivo’s room painted the color of the ocean waves on a storm cloud day.
Lips dampened and Mithiel’s air was knocked from her by a heavy admittence from Ruivo. Words she had waited ages to know, truth given to her that solidified rumors she had known for age upon age. Her breath caught in her lungs as his head rested against her and she was so very quiet as the weight of knowledge rested upon her. He was a kinslayer, she had long known that. She had known he’d slain kin on the shore of Alqualondë and yet she loved him still. Mithiel had pieced it together over their years together but never said anything. Waiting to hear the words from Ruivo’s own lips. Waiting for his own admittence to the deed that he had done. Even knowing he had spilled the blood of Falmari people. Mithiel’s fingers rested over his heart with her eyes closed. His name was Famaráto and she understood at least in part she now understood the ráto that was barely visible on his broken quiver. It had once been his name on embosomed on the strap. Tender fingers clenched her beloved. Love formed under silver light.
She ached as she held him in her arms and Mithiel placed a kiss to his temple, cheek, against the edge of his mouth. Mithiel ached for him, to know his sorrow and the pain he harbored inside. The pain of ages that he carried must have been a torment and there was no way that she could have ever belayed that sorrow he must feel. Tears slipped from her eyes as her fingers gently rubbed circles upon his skin. Her love in torment and she in torment for the lack of him. Held fast to him. The warmth of their bodies mixed with chill and gooseflesh rose along skin. Aching.
“Famaráto,” Mithiel murmured against his cheek. Her slender fingers hugged naked flesh and longing still held her eyes. The name of her alloy, love on her lips as she tasted that which had been his from birth. That which he never spoke before and always to the Noldor he had been Ruivo. “Which is it, that you desire I should call you?” He had several names and she would call him each if he wished it. Her fingers moved to still his urge to move from her.
“What name would you desire that I call you, for I call my own and I love you still. You have shed blood and you have saved many more than you have slain. My love can not be taken because of the past. I would have you as you are. You came to me a kinslayer, with blood upon your name and still these ages have not turned me from you. You who is the pride of my heart. The light of my eyes” Mithiel’s right hand reached for his hair, threading the strands through fingers and against her wedding band. The beautiful band he crafted for her finger.
“Had I been born in the blessed realm, I would have loved you then. In Alqualondë I would have loved you under starlight.” Mithiel’s cheeks turned slightly pink at her own admittence. “I would have joined with you there in the ocean that kisses the shore of Alqualondë, with the water washing over our skin and the sand beneath us”
Mithiel knew she would have loved him then as she loved him now. As Ruivo mentioned the door, there was the sway of golden hair in the faint light. “Tis already locked” Mithiel murmured, her voice low and soft. Naked with emotion, the tenderness for which she felt towards ruivo. As he tried to lift her from him and she bore down her weight. Not that she had ever been a heavy set female for an elleth. Mithiel had always been lighter of frame, her curves there and her own. Her nose brushed Ruivo’s as a kiss was placed between his brows, the tip of his nose and then to the lips that she adored.
“No interruptions this time...Just you and I” she said, a lightness in her voice and a hands reached behind to untangle the herself from the gown, to give over herself. When it was loosened and no longer a hinderance her lips came to his once more, seeking to part them and taste well the fullness of his mouth. Whispering. “Let me be yours and teach me how to love you in the tongue you first knew” before her mouth moved and she began to work her way to the high point of his ear. Dragging the warmth of her tongue against the shallow flesh.
“Isilmënya”