To Travel With Wings
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,395
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fifteen
Gauzy curtains floated lightly in the breeze, gently touching the marble floor. Spring and sunlight raced inside the room bringing the fresh scent of new growth. A butterfly, newly born, fluttered cautiously on a stray breeze before gaining altitude and fluttering away.
Silnar brushed her long hair slowly, her eyes half closed in pleasure. The soft bristles caressed her scalp soothing a headache she had developed earlier. Setting the brush down on her bureau, Silnar stood and made her way to a soft chaise. Reclining on the soft cushions, she began to hum a song of Beleriand. She always did when something had made her happy. And something, or rather, someone had.
Sighing in bliss, Silnar focused on the golden beauty of her lover Glorfindel. He was so strong and yet so gentle. Remembering the feel of his firm hands caused shivers and delicious warmth. Giggling, Silnar rolled her eyes at her silliness. She was acting like a lovelorn youth. And she loved every second of it.
Her door opened softly and Silnar knew exactly who it was. He had a special fragrance that was only his. Rising to a sitting position, Silnar smiled impishly over a bared shoulder. She had recently bathed and was still clothed in her robe. Glorfindel knelt in front of her, gently kissing her hand. The flutter of his solid lips made her stomach leap to her eyes.
Leaning into her, Glorfindel pressed his lips to hers in a soft, but demanding kiss. He deepened the kiss, conquering her mouth. Silnar met him fiercely, her hands working furiously to unbutton his tunic and then pants. Glorfindel broke the kiss to help her. Finally undressed, Glorfindel eased the robe off of her body, gently kissing every area of skin he revealed. By the time the robe had fallen to the floor in disregard, Silnar was hot with a fevered passion.
Grasping his face, Silnar pressed a demanding kiss to his lips, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. With a fierce growl, Glorfindel slammed into her, making her gasp. Nipping her neck and shoulders, Glorfindel aroused Silnar to a new height of passion. It was rough and lustful, everything that was hard and fierce. She loved it. She exulted in it. Silnar felt as if she was a new person, wanton, and it was okay. It was okay because she loved him.
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Gasping, Silnar awoke, disoriented and afraid. Clenching her eyes shut against the darkness, she grasped for some kind of reality. Piece by piece fell into place. Orcs.... Gruz...capture. Tears welled in Silnar's eyes and she angrily swiped them away. Why now? After all this time had passed? Around her, the snoring of many Orcs revealed it was day outside, but the rays of the sun could not h thh the cave.
It had been so long since she had beheld the sun. Wrapping her arms around her drawn knees, Silnar tried to forget the vivid memory that had entered her dreams. Those times of peace and love were long past and it would be better if she forgot them completely. She was no longer Silnar, but a prisoner, a slave, destined for an eternity of servitude. It had been her choice, after all.
Silnar brushed her long hair slowly, her eyes half closed in pleasure. The soft bristles caressed her scalp soothing a headache she had developed earlier. Setting the brush down on her bureau, Silnar stood and made her way to a soft chaise. Reclining on the soft cushions, she began to hum a song of Beleriand. She always did when something had made her happy. And something, or rather, someone had.
Sighing in bliss, Silnar focused on the golden beauty of her lover Glorfindel. He was so strong and yet so gentle. Remembering the feel of his firm hands caused shivers and delicious warmth. Giggling, Silnar rolled her eyes at her silliness. She was acting like a lovelorn youth. And she loved every second of it.
Her door opened softly and Silnar knew exactly who it was. He had a special fragrance that was only his. Rising to a sitting position, Silnar smiled impishly over a bared shoulder. She had recently bathed and was still clothed in her robe. Glorfindel knelt in front of her, gently kissing her hand. The flutter of his solid lips made her stomach leap to her eyes.
Leaning into her, Glorfindel pressed his lips to hers in a soft, but demanding kiss. He deepened the kiss, conquering her mouth. Silnar met him fiercely, her hands working furiously to unbutton his tunic and then pants. Glorfindel broke the kiss to help her. Finally undressed, Glorfindel eased the robe off of her body, gently kissing every area of skin he revealed. By the time the robe had fallen to the floor in disregard, Silnar was hot with a fevered passion.
Grasping his face, Silnar pressed a demanding kiss to his lips, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. With a fierce growl, Glorfindel slammed into her, making her gasp. Nipping her neck and shoulders, Glorfindel aroused Silnar to a new height of passion. It was rough and lustful, everything that was hard and fierce. She loved it. She exulted in it. Silnar felt as if she was a new person, wanton, and it was okay. It was okay because she loved him.
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Gasping, Silnar awoke, disoriented and afraid. Clenching her eyes shut against the darkness, she grasped for some kind of reality. Piece by piece fell into place. Orcs.... Gruz...capture. Tears welled in Silnar's eyes and she angrily swiped them away. Why now? After all this time had passed? Around her, the snoring of many Orcs revealed it was day outside, but the rays of the sun could not h thh the cave.
It had been so long since she had beheld the sun. Wrapping her arms around her drawn knees, Silnar tried to forget the vivid memory that had entered her dreams. Those times of peace and love were long past and it would be better if she forgot them completely. She was no longer Silnar, but a prisoner, a slave, destined for an eternity of servitude. It had been her choice, after all.