Lovers, Lore and Loss [Elrohir/open elves][winter TA 2711]
Jun 11, 2018 11:10:34 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Jun 11, 2018 11:10:34 GMT -5
Toes wiggled in water as Tauriel soaked in a heated bath filled with dried Alfirin mixed with Eglantine. The sweet scent soaked into the pores of her flesh. Her eyes closed as red hair floated about her in the water. Tauriel’s mind turned to her parents as she lamented they were not here to share this day with her. She lamented Elrohir’s mother was not here to share this day with him. Slow was the exhale in the early morning candlelight. Hair drenched with flower petals. Tauriel tried to recall her parents faces, the kind light in her father’s soft but stern face. Copper in the bright sunshine and in the shade lightly brown mixed hair with eyes that matched her own. Brief was the recall of how he would dance with her in his arms. Humming a song to her long unheard by her ears for she knew not the name of the melody. Tauriel strained in her memory for the song but she could not hear the sound anymore. The song was lost to her, his voice was lost to her. She could not remember the sound of her Adar’s voice. Slight was the frame of her mother with dark brown hair and pale grey eyes. Her mother too was lost to her, little did Tauriel remember of her parents. So young, Barely older than two years by human count. Eyes flicked to the dark ceiling as water splashed, sitting up with droplets of water beading down her flesh. Anxious did not begin to cover how Tauriel felt. The first breath of winter had come, the day she had promised to Elrohir for many years. Promised that she would bind her soul to his for the rest of eternity and today, she was ready to make good on her promise. Tauriel’s ears twitched listening for the sounds of birds awakening. There in the distance she heard one, the gentle tweet that was met with reply. Beyond the drawn curtains was the skin beginning to lighten. A glance at her wrinkled fingers from the water.
Drawing from the water, skin would be dried and slathered in scented oil. The sweet scent of pink Eglantine roses. Spring in Winter. Ruby strands combed free of knots and left to dry. The sounds of the elven home coming to life in preparation for a glorious day. Tauriel sat alone in just a robe at the edge of her bed. She had some hours still to make ready. She walked through her own thoughts. Of the day she first laid eyes upon Elrohir. It had been summertime, she was in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls. From floor to ceiling. Tauriel’s breathing hitched while the sound of Elrohir’s voice said hello in her thoughts. She saw him standing there. Tall with waist length coal hair. Sharp silver almond shaped eyes, fringed with thick black lashes. His high cheekbones sharply sculpted and there was a grin upon pastel lips. Amusement hidden behind the light in his eyes. The young lord was dressed in a dark navy blue tunic and silver breeches with calf high boots of near black. Elrohir played in her mind of the summer spent here in Imladris, of the time spent in Mirkwood. Of them together every chance they could be when duty did not call him away. Fated to be together. Tauriel’s eyes flicked to the silver band on her finger, creeping across her lips was a smile. Gentle and affectionate.
Her thoughts went to Legolas, her friend. He had been guarded since the day she had returned to Mirkwood engaged to Elrohir. No longer would they sit high in a tree, with his arms wrapped about her, watching the stars together. No longer did they spend long hours on patrol on the farthest side of the wood to avoid returning home, trips out of the fortress became short before Legolas retreated back inside the stone caves. Tauriel noticed Legolas was quieter and in recent years had taken a different sparring partner for hand to hand combat training. Legolas took a different partner, that had stung more so than his quiet congratulations on being engaged. Perhaps what stung the most, was he was not there to wish her well as she climbed atop her horse to leave for Rivendell. Eyes had scanned the forest trees for him and he was not there. That had hurt the most, Legolas not being there with his smiling face.
The early part of the morning spent walking through her thoughts. Nearly noon, the sun was reaching her apex and Tauriel knew she was needed in the hall of fire. No detail had been left unturned for this feast. Green eyes darted to the silver, gold, and autumn red dress waiting for her to put on. The dress boasted a high mandrin styled color of silver. The rich red silk embroidered with gold scrollwork along the flared bell sleeves, as well upon both shoulders as well as the back of the dress. Side panels of the dress sported the same golden scrollwork upon the silver fabric. Pulling to the right side were several ties at the bosom and the rest of the dress was held shut by the thick belt which would hug her mid-section. Altogether the dress was stunning. Tauriel’s hair she pinned up to show off the back scrollwork.
Tauriel fidgeted with her engagement ring.
As Taruiel dressed in the luxurious gown, silk caressed her body. Fitted across her shoulders and fabric pooled at her feet, hiding toned calves and thighs. Still her thoughts went once more to her parents and she held back a deep pain. Elrohir promised everything would be okay today. She believed him. She believed in him. His word and deed had never proved false. Stalwart, constant. Elrohir, son of Elrond. Grandson of Eärendil. The silver eyed lord, he was all that her heart had desired. She trusted him. Trusted him with her fëa and hröa. Tauriel took a deep breath and finally, at last, would she leave her room. Winding her way to the hall of fire, to where Elrohir’s kin waited, to where Elrond’s household had gathered.
Drawing from the water, skin would be dried and slathered in scented oil. The sweet scent of pink Eglantine roses. Spring in Winter. Ruby strands combed free of knots and left to dry. The sounds of the elven home coming to life in preparation for a glorious day. Tauriel sat alone in just a robe at the edge of her bed. She had some hours still to make ready. She walked through her own thoughts. Of the day she first laid eyes upon Elrohir. It had been summertime, she was in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls. From floor to ceiling. Tauriel’s breathing hitched while the sound of Elrohir’s voice said hello in her thoughts. She saw him standing there. Tall with waist length coal hair. Sharp silver almond shaped eyes, fringed with thick black lashes. His high cheekbones sharply sculpted and there was a grin upon pastel lips. Amusement hidden behind the light in his eyes. The young lord was dressed in a dark navy blue tunic and silver breeches with calf high boots of near black. Elrohir played in her mind of the summer spent here in Imladris, of the time spent in Mirkwood. Of them together every chance they could be when duty did not call him away. Fated to be together. Tauriel’s eyes flicked to the silver band on her finger, creeping across her lips was a smile. Gentle and affectionate.
Her thoughts went to Legolas, her friend. He had been guarded since the day she had returned to Mirkwood engaged to Elrohir. No longer would they sit high in a tree, with his arms wrapped about her, watching the stars together. No longer did they spend long hours on patrol on the farthest side of the wood to avoid returning home, trips out of the fortress became short before Legolas retreated back inside the stone caves. Tauriel noticed Legolas was quieter and in recent years had taken a different sparring partner for hand to hand combat training. Legolas took a different partner, that had stung more so than his quiet congratulations on being engaged. Perhaps what stung the most, was he was not there to wish her well as she climbed atop her horse to leave for Rivendell. Eyes had scanned the forest trees for him and he was not there. That had hurt the most, Legolas not being there with his smiling face.
The early part of the morning spent walking through her thoughts. Nearly noon, the sun was reaching her apex and Tauriel knew she was needed in the hall of fire. No detail had been left unturned for this feast. Green eyes darted to the silver, gold, and autumn red dress waiting for her to put on. The dress boasted a high mandrin styled color of silver. The rich red silk embroidered with gold scrollwork along the flared bell sleeves, as well upon both shoulders as well as the back of the dress. Side panels of the dress sported the same golden scrollwork upon the silver fabric. Pulling to the right side were several ties at the bosom and the rest of the dress was held shut by the thick belt which would hug her mid-section. Altogether the dress was stunning. Tauriel’s hair she pinned up to show off the back scrollwork.
Tauriel fidgeted with her engagement ring.
As Taruiel dressed in the luxurious gown, silk caressed her body. Fitted across her shoulders and fabric pooled at her feet, hiding toned calves and thighs. Still her thoughts went once more to her parents and she held back a deep pain. Elrohir promised everything would be okay today. She believed him. She believed in him. His word and deed had never proved false. Stalwart, constant. Elrohir, son of Elrond. Grandson of Eärendil. The silver eyed lord, he was all that her heart had desired. She trusted him. Trusted him with her fëa and hröa. Tauriel took a deep breath and finally, at last, would she leave her room. Winding her way to the hall of fire, to where Elrohir’s kin waited, to where Elrond’s household had gathered.