Mischief Un-managed [Winter 3009-3010][Fenion]
Apr 29, 2018 0:32:26 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on Apr 29, 2018 0:32:26 GMT -5
December 3009:
Mithiel hugged her knees to her chest, sitting in the middle of a bed that was not her own, propped up against pillows that smelled faintly still of The crimson-haired smith of Imladris. She missed him, already had he been gone two months and already did Mithiel miss the sound of his boot step that through the long years she had known him, she had come to know the sound of his gait. The way he would be leaning against the door frame when she looked up from a task she had set herself to. To find him watching her with intent expression and a faint question in his eye or to ask her if she was free. Mithiel longed for the quiet way he would “Hn” when asked a question and his lips would press together and the expression upon his face. Mithiel missed how they would silently watch the leaves falling from the trees. Walking amongst the leafless limbs in the comfortable silence that had always existed for them. Words never needed to express, her thoughts turned over the hunter moon of October. Of the last time she had seen Ruivo, they had been sitting together on the ledge that one could read moon letters by, waiting for the moon to rise. She had laid her head on his shoulder as she had only once done in the days of Eregion. Not thinking much of the act when she did thus. She thought nothing of the simple act and when the morning came. He was gone. Having slipped out between the moon and the dawn.
Dawn would break soon, the household would awaken. She knew that and yet still she lingered in his chambers to be close to him. As close as she could be to him. Her eyes closed and a hand pressed to her breast as if she could still the longing in her heart that screamed at her while her thoughts tormented her of what if. What if he was hurt, what if he meant not to return this time. "No" whispering softly aloud. He would return, he always returned. This was his way, she knew that. Had come to accept in their long years of entwined life, that he came and went. She stayed behind and waited for him. Always waiting to greet him on his return with a gladness in her eyes, kind words upon her lips. Caring hands to mend what garments of his that had could be saved from the wild.
With a sigh did she slip from bed, careful to remake the bed as she always found it. The sheets smoothed to erase evidence that she was there and a loose strand of her brown hair plucked from a pillow. Mithiel was meticulous when it came to leaving Ruivo’s room. She would hate to see him upset by her violation of his personal sanctuary. If he only knew, so far she had managed to keep her secret just that. A secret. Her eyes roamed over the room and Mithiel could do nothing about the way his books lay hazard on the table, too precariously perched and one still open. Mithiel had tried to see what Ruivo had been reading but she found it was in a language she did not know. She heard the sound of a morning dove cooing and Mithiel knew her time in his space for the night had truly ended.
She let herself out of the room and made her way back towards her chambers. Half way to her own rooms near Arwen’s before she realized...her necklace was not around her throat. Mithiel gasped in horror at herself, quickly did she about face and with brisk steps made her way back towards Ruivo’s chambers. Trying to calm herself that everyone was still resting, that no one would see her without her necklace on. That her scars had become white with age and were hardly noticeable anymore but to Mithiel they still felt fresh, as if they were still angry and red.
She passed an open walkway, the snow was beginning to fall and her mind softly went to Ruivo once more. "Where are you" her thoughts whipsered. This was not like him, he was always back before the snow began to heavily fall in the mountains. Once the snows came, Rivendell was nearly impossible to leave or enter, save for those secret roads and they became treacherous in the mountain passes. She hoped he had sense and was on his way back as she paused a moment to watch the snow before hurrying back on her way.
Her hand would reach for the door to push it open...
Mithiel hugged her knees to her chest, sitting in the middle of a bed that was not her own, propped up against pillows that smelled faintly still of The crimson-haired smith of Imladris. She missed him, already had he been gone two months and already did Mithiel miss the sound of his boot step that through the long years she had known him, she had come to know the sound of his gait. The way he would be leaning against the door frame when she looked up from a task she had set herself to. To find him watching her with intent expression and a faint question in his eye or to ask her if she was free. Mithiel longed for the quiet way he would “Hn” when asked a question and his lips would press together and the expression upon his face. Mithiel missed how they would silently watch the leaves falling from the trees. Walking amongst the leafless limbs in the comfortable silence that had always existed for them. Words never needed to express, her thoughts turned over the hunter moon of October. Of the last time she had seen Ruivo, they had been sitting together on the ledge that one could read moon letters by, waiting for the moon to rise. She had laid her head on his shoulder as she had only once done in the days of Eregion. Not thinking much of the act when she did thus. She thought nothing of the simple act and when the morning came. He was gone. Having slipped out between the moon and the dawn.
Dawn would break soon, the household would awaken. She knew that and yet still she lingered in his chambers to be close to him. As close as she could be to him. Her eyes closed and a hand pressed to her breast as if she could still the longing in her heart that screamed at her while her thoughts tormented her of what if. What if he was hurt, what if he meant not to return this time. "No" whispering softly aloud. He would return, he always returned. This was his way, she knew that. Had come to accept in their long years of entwined life, that he came and went. She stayed behind and waited for him. Always waiting to greet him on his return with a gladness in her eyes, kind words upon her lips. Caring hands to mend what garments of his that had could be saved from the wild.
With a sigh did she slip from bed, careful to remake the bed as she always found it. The sheets smoothed to erase evidence that she was there and a loose strand of her brown hair plucked from a pillow. Mithiel was meticulous when it came to leaving Ruivo’s room. She would hate to see him upset by her violation of his personal sanctuary. If he only knew, so far she had managed to keep her secret just that. A secret. Her eyes roamed over the room and Mithiel could do nothing about the way his books lay hazard on the table, too precariously perched and one still open. Mithiel had tried to see what Ruivo had been reading but she found it was in a language she did not know. She heard the sound of a morning dove cooing and Mithiel knew her time in his space for the night had truly ended.
She let herself out of the room and made her way back towards her chambers. Half way to her own rooms near Arwen’s before she realized...her necklace was not around her throat. Mithiel gasped in horror at herself, quickly did she about face and with brisk steps made her way back towards Ruivo’s chambers. Trying to calm herself that everyone was still resting, that no one would see her without her necklace on. That her scars had become white with age and were hardly noticeable anymore but to Mithiel they still felt fresh, as if they were still angry and red.
She passed an open walkway, the snow was beginning to fall and her mind softly went to Ruivo once more. "Where are you" her thoughts whipsered. This was not like him, he was always back before the snow began to heavily fall in the mountains. Once the snows came, Rivendell was nearly impossible to leave or enter, save for those secret roads and they became treacherous in the mountain passes. She hoped he had sense and was on his way back as she paused a moment to watch the snow before hurrying back on her way.
Her hand would reach for the door to push it open...