My only love [Elrohir][August 3011]
Oct 29, 2018 21:52:15 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Oct 29, 2018 21:52:15 GMT -5
At the edge of Rivendell’s deep valley, Tauriel sat astride her horse. Clad in deep green, brown and red gold of Mirkwood’s fall foliage. She had not been to Imladris since before her marriage to Legolas, she had not contacted Elrohir for many reasons and now here she sat looking down into the valley, the home of his father in the distance surrounded by the many sharp waterfalls that fell from mountain streams and rivers, all joining the Bruinen. The gorge deep and strong it had been founded in the Second age, a strong hold founded by Elrond on his march to save Eregion, to reinforce Ost-in-Edhil which would fall from Sauron’s wrath waged against the elves.
Tauriel felt anxious and her hand slipped to the leather satchel at her side. Feeling to make sure she had not lost the letters that were to be delivered. Legolas had been needed in Mirkwood, so Tauriel along with two other elves had rode out in his place as a messenger. Her fingers returned to the reigns and the deep auburn haired elf urged her horse onward. They would not reach the house until evening as the descent into the gorge was precarious and the footholds for the horse path was tight and narrow. Allowing only the horses to travel in single file line and there still once down into the gorge would be the Bruinen to cross.
She quietly thought of Elrohir, of her tall dark haired lord with silver eyes that she had missed. The pang of longing made her heart beat faster and ear tips took a flush as she thought of him, thought of him shirtless with skin glistening as he twirled his sword against his twin. Of the way, the wind played in his hair and silver eyes laughed. Tauriel missed the sound of his voice and the way his voice sounded in the dark as his hands...hands bound behind her in her natural wonder as he teased promises.
It was shortly before dark, dusk. The grey twilight of evening, when the world took half light. Tauriel rode past the forge that rested near the bridge which she had to cross. She took a deep breath as her horse would come to a slow walk. He canted his head. Snorting as Tauriel sat rigid staring at the great house of Imladris.
“Tauriel...are you going to dismount?” the elf next to her ask as she sat there, biting the inside of her cheek. Panic flooding her veins. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t face him. Yet going home without seeing him...Tauriel took a deep breath and talked herself into getting off the horse. Her hands in the leather satchel to retrieve the letters….
Tauriel felt anxious and her hand slipped to the leather satchel at her side. Feeling to make sure she had not lost the letters that were to be delivered. Legolas had been needed in Mirkwood, so Tauriel along with two other elves had rode out in his place as a messenger. Her fingers returned to the reigns and the deep auburn haired elf urged her horse onward. They would not reach the house until evening as the descent into the gorge was precarious and the footholds for the horse path was tight and narrow. Allowing only the horses to travel in single file line and there still once down into the gorge would be the Bruinen to cross.
She quietly thought of Elrohir, of her tall dark haired lord with silver eyes that she had missed. The pang of longing made her heart beat faster and ear tips took a flush as she thought of him, thought of him shirtless with skin glistening as he twirled his sword against his twin. Of the way, the wind played in his hair and silver eyes laughed. Tauriel missed the sound of his voice and the way his voice sounded in the dark as his hands...hands bound behind her in her natural wonder as he teased promises.
It was shortly before dark, dusk. The grey twilight of evening, when the world took half light. Tauriel rode past the forge that rested near the bridge which she had to cross. She took a deep breath as her horse would come to a slow walk. He canted his head. Snorting as Tauriel sat rigid staring at the great house of Imladris.
“Tauriel...are you going to dismount?” the elf next to her ask as she sat there, biting the inside of her cheek. Panic flooding her veins. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t face him. Yet going home without seeing him...Tauriel took a deep breath and talked herself into getting off the horse. Her hands in the leather satchel to retrieve the letters….