Anarawen XIII

 Chapter 15: Sanavaldo Ilúvala 
      Anarawen decided to walk along the edge of the river towards the waterfall where she was practicing her spells with Aldermond a few days earlier. To her surprise, the wilderness in Mirkwoood was almost untouched, clearly carefully curated by the detailed hands of the best of Elven gardeners and elders. She was able to glimpse at the river from her room up in the House of Mirkwood. The grandeur of the green woods and the hospitality of the Elves had cured her fatigue from the ambush battle just days ago. It seemed as if it had been years since she had got here. She felt safe and sound. 
    She decided to find a few plants and roots to make a tonic potion for herself. She was quite surprised by the variety of ancient and rare plants she was never able to find in most forests she ventured in the past. These ancient beings are very good with nature and nurture indeed. She heard Aldermond from somewhere very close behind her.
   "Nin mel..."
As always, he had sneaked up on her with his quiet elven steps. 
   "Nih hir..?"
   "My lord...?"
   "You nearly startled me. Becareful, my vines could choke you, nin hir.." 
Aldermond, smiling, looked down on her and kissed her forehead.
   "I think I will live..." 
   "Im ceri- ú- anír- na negr- cin." (I do not want to hurt you.) 
   "Cin fragile being, cin thi- tired. It's time to rest." 
    Aldermond slowly took Anarawen's hands softly and led her back to the House of Mirkwood. As they reached the long and winding stairways leading to the resting chambers, Aldermond took her along from a different path she had never walked before. She was not bold enough to venture further than the path she first walked through in the House of Mirkwood, in fear that she might disturb those residing in it, for being only merely a guest of Aldermond. They reached a chamber overlooking her chamber and the river. She was surprised and secretly glad that she was given a chamber nearby Aldermond's own.
    "Im could see cin in elena a anor. Hi na- nin sammath." (I could see you in stars and sun. This is my chambers.)
    "Nin mel.."

    Aldermond smiled, looking down on her Auburn locks, and with soft spoken words, he said,
    "Yes, Nin híril.."
    He softly caressed and removed a lock from her face softly with care and gently kissed her head to smell the forest and blossoms in her hair. She looked up into his eyes with the brightness of the thousand stars in two little dots of dark amber. 
    Aldermond lifted her from her feet - and as she was in the dark forest where he found her - she was light, fragile and small with bewildered and bemused expression of surprise and delight. Anarawen giggled until she lost her breath. Aldermond watched her patiently down on her until she rested her amber eyes on him again as if she was trying to look through his mind. Aldermond wondered if she had the ability to perceive inklings of other beings' thoughts. It bewildered Aldermond, and he slowly laid her down on his massive chamber. As he kissed her forehead softly and caressed her cheek on the side of her face, he said, 
    "Man dú nin híril." (Goodnight my lady.)
     As Aldermond finished caressing the side of her face with his lips and got up to leave, she pulled his cloak towards her and laid him closer to her. As if she had never felt the softness of an elf's skin, her hands very gently found their way around his neck and gently felt the touch of his elven lips on hers as he bent closer. As she un-cloaked layers and layers of his and as he hers, she marveled at the lines on his elven figure. Under the moonlight, his fair elven body glistened and wavered. 
    Anarawen touched his sparkling chest with her hands as if to find out if there was ancient elven light emitting out of Aldermond. Anarawen slowly nibbled on his earlobes softly as to not hurt the elven prince-ling. A sudden drag and a lift surprised her. Suddenly she was being held in the air by the elf. He slowly lowered her down and kissed her on the lips softly biting it as if he wanted to eat her. 
    As she was rested on him, Anarawen moved her lips from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, and to his chest, carefully lining every grove, every line with a touch of her lips. As she caressed his bones and muscles with her lips, she wondered at the strength of his elvish figure. Aldermond lifted her from her waist and rested her beside him, only to find himself locked above her tiny figure. As her hands slowly moved from his neck to his face, he caught and held it tightly yet softly and looked into her eyes to find the meaning of stars and moons aligning. The moon light was caressing their bare bodies, as they played the tug of war of magic and power through the night.. It seemed as though fate had always been on their side. 
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 This is a fan-fiction.
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