Conflicted [Feb. 3011] (WYN)
Jan 28, 2018 13:48:01 GMT -5
Post by ADANEDHEL on Jan 28, 2018 13:48:01 GMT -5
As the morning dew was starting to dry from the sun’s rays, Adanedhel was already wide awake, doing chores around Runa and Ceolmund’s House. Runa was carrying a child within her and the elf had promised that he would do all he could to ensure that Ceolmund’s wife and children would be safe.
It had only been a couple of weeks or so since he had left and within those weeks Adan had kept himself as far away from Wyn as possible. He had admitted his feelings to Ceolmund and after that, a whole new door had opened. Adanedhel couldn’t take it much longer. The wave of emotion that had flooded his spirit reminded him day in and out that he had to keep away from her. He had to act like his old self. He would have to conceal every little feeling he had for Wyn.
Why now? Why out of all times he had been near her would he do this now? Adan had to quit thinking about it. So here he was, outside, chopping the wood for Runa’s fireplace. The elf hardly ever got tired, for the elven blood made him that way. So he would do this for hours until there was enough.
Now though, he was cleaned up and sitting in a room that Runa had inside her home. He needed space; he needed air. What could he do? The more he thought about it, the more his senses screamed to go back outside. The forest was what he was used to and that’s what he honestly needed. He needed to hear the trees, the whisper of the breeze as it blew through the leaves.
And that’s what he did. Adan had slipped out of the house and out of the gate of Edoras. There were whispers here and there, but he paid no mind. Adanedhel cared not anymore. He grew tired of all the questions and mindless thoughts that these people would spit out. Now as he came to a small tree, he sat under it and leaned against the trunk. This was his personal bliss, his haven. This honestly made him almost forget.. almost.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes for but a moment. Perhaps.. perhaps one day.
Wyn
It had only been a couple of weeks or so since he had left and within those weeks Adan had kept himself as far away from Wyn as possible. He had admitted his feelings to Ceolmund and after that, a whole new door had opened. Adanedhel couldn’t take it much longer. The wave of emotion that had flooded his spirit reminded him day in and out that he had to keep away from her. He had to act like his old self. He would have to conceal every little feeling he had for Wyn.
Why now? Why out of all times he had been near her would he do this now? Adan had to quit thinking about it. So here he was, outside, chopping the wood for Runa’s fireplace. The elf hardly ever got tired, for the elven blood made him that way. So he would do this for hours until there was enough.
Now though, he was cleaned up and sitting in a room that Runa had inside her home. He needed space; he needed air. What could he do? The more he thought about it, the more his senses screamed to go back outside. The forest was what he was used to and that’s what he honestly needed. He needed to hear the trees, the whisper of the breeze as it blew through the leaves.
And that’s what he did. Adan had slipped out of the house and out of the gate of Edoras. There were whispers here and there, but he paid no mind. Adanedhel cared not anymore. He grew tired of all the questions and mindless thoughts that these people would spit out. Now as he came to a small tree, he sat under it and leaned against the trunk. This was his personal bliss, his haven. This honestly made him almost forget.. almost.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes for but a moment. Perhaps.. perhaps one day.
Wyn