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Autumn's End	By : Cee Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Chapter 5

Come What May
Lying on a blanket in the middle of a pasture, Alamathea stared up at the blue fall sky, leaning comfortably against Varyar's chest, while he read from a book he'd brought to their picnic. The story was one of the love between an elf maiden named Luthien, and a mortal by the name of Beren. The parallels between this story and their own had not gone unnoticed. In truth, it was not the story she enjoyed as much as it was the sound of Varyar's strong and steady voice, something about it assuring her that all would be well.
Varyar grew silent and marked the page, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Are you enjoying this tale?"
Alamathea smiled, turning her head to the elf whose arms encircled her, holding her tightly. "I enjoy hearing you read."
"Does that mean that my voice is all this tale has to offer you?" Varyar chuckled before setting the book aside and twisting round so that Alamathea was now lying under him. "Perhaps, if it is only my voice which you enjoy, I should find a better way of using it."
"Varyar." She raised an eyebrow. "From your manner of speech, one would think the activities you have planned would render you unable to speak."
Varyar chuckled slightly. "My lady, I merely spoke of foregoing the tale in the book to speak of the beauty I see before me. It makes me wonder what activities you had in mind."
He grinned when a slight blush painted her cheeks. Their eyes locked for a moment and Varyar leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss. At the last moment, she turned her head and he missed his mark, instead hitting her cheek.
"So shy?" He kissed down her neck, following the warm blush of her skin, until it disappeared underneath her dress.
"It is just. . ." she trailed off and sighed, placing her hand on his cheek. "You are beautiful," she said with a smile.
Varyar returned her smile, turning into her hand, kissing the palm. "I believe I am the one who is supposed to say such things to you," he whispered, frowning when she began to chuckle. "You laugh!" he said as if offended. "Shall I give you something to laugh over?" he asked, tickling her sides, causing her to laugh more loudly.
Varyar joined her laughter when she managed to slide her hands up his tunic, her fingers teasing against his warm skin.
"That is not fair my lady."
. Between his fit of uncontrollable laughter, Varyar suddenly found himself lying beneath Alamathea, who was now sitting astride him, her hands wandering his body.

"All is fair in love and war. Have you never heard of that saying before?" She grinned as they both stopped their tickling, trying to catch their breath.
"So which is this? Love or war?" He ran his fingers through her hair. "I think I prefer the first."
"I. . . that is a difficult question." She frowned and moved her hands to his shoulders. "Varyar, we are diff. . ."

"No, it is not." He suddenly grew serious, looking deeply into her eyes. "Forget everything but us, this place, this time. There is no future, no past, no races. Now answer, is this love or war?"
"Varyar." Her voice was hesitant.
Varyar answered for her, quickly closing the distance between them to claim her lips with his. After a few moments she relaxed and began to move her mouth against his, allowing herself to be swept away by the intimacy of the moment. But, despite the urgency of their embrace, both knew that Alamathea was right. Whether or no, they wished to forget the differences between them, the world would not.
With a sigh Varyar pulled away and rested his head on the blanket, obviously warring with his emotions. When he turned his dark, stormy eyes to her, he stole her breath with the heat of his beautiful gaze. There, she saw his inner turmoil, and despite herself, she reached out to lightly caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers, but when he all at once covered her hand with his own, she tried to pull away. The intensity of his eyes left her trembling. To her amazement, she saw that love reflected there, mixed with desperation and sadness. A wave of guilt washed over Alamathea. There were so many things she wished to tell him, so many things she knew she must share, despite the pain it would cause. She moved off of him and settled on the blanket, looking over the field.
"I think we should go."
Varyar sat up, following her gaze. "Perhaps you are right. I have no desire to return to the village though, or to leave your company."
Alamathea smiled to herself, turning back to the handsome elf. "If you would like, we could go for a walk."
"I don't know if that is the best idea," Varyar suddenly grinned playfully, moving closer to nuzzle her neck, the seriousness of the mood forgotten. "It seems every time we go for a walk, you end up in my arms."
Alamathea laughed, tilting her head, enjoying Varyar's ministrations. "So much for the legendary control of the elves."
Varyar pulled away masking his face in the serious expression of a warden of Cirana, though his eyes sparkled playfully. He stood, offering a hand to Alamathea. "If it is restraint that you wish me to show than I shall be nothing but."
Alamathea chuckled as she took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet. His arms wrapped round her waist as their eyes met. They stood enjoying the closeness of their contact. She stepped closer intending to test his resolve.
A knowing smile played on Varyar's lips. "Do not think you can tempt one as well trained as myself." He released her hand to tap his finger playfully on the tip of her nose. "Now, I believe we were going to take a walk."
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They walked aimlessly, following the small stream as it wound more deeply into the woods; Varyar holding Alamathea�s hand, her flesh warm and soft against his own. While they spoke few words, a companionable silence existed between them, as they simply enjoyed pleasure of the other's company.

The afternoon faded into evening when they came to a small clearing in the trees. Varyar's hand tightened on Alamathea's instinctively as he brought them to a halt. Just in front of them stood a small log cabin. The shudders were drawn and no smoke issued from the chimney, but centuries of training had taught Varyar to be wary.

"What's the matter, Varyar?" Alamathea looked to him with confusion. She glanced in the direction of the cabin. "I don't think anyone has lived in it for years."

"I think it is better to be prepared, than regret a choice poorly made." Varyar released her hand, and placed her behind him, while his free hand drifted to the hilt of his sword.

Alamathea however, stayed him when she reached for his arm and began to move past him. . "I do not think we need to worry,� she said, and before Varyar could further protest, she was walking into the clearing.

She had neared the cabin quickly, and to his chagrin, she turned and waved to him smiling sweetly. Varyar frowned, and to his chagrin, she merely shrugged her shoulders in response, running the rest of the distance to the cabin door.

As if to further annoy him, she lifted her hand, and tapped daintily on the wood. "Yoo-hoo, anyone there?"

Silence. . .

Varyar uncrossed his arms and took a step forward just as Alamathea reached for the latch to gently eased the door open. Just as she moved across the threshold, there was a flutter of activity and she screamed. In response, Varyar's sword was drawn before one could have even seen his hand move, and he charged, ready to fend off whatever terrible creature lay inside the dark cabin.

Suddenly, Alamathea began to giggle, covering her mouth with her hand in an ill effort to conceal her amusement.

Varyar turned to her, annoyance beginning to replace concern. "That was not funny!"

"You should have seen your face, warden!" Alamathea said, now openly laughing .

"You should not have opened the door without properly checking to see that it was safe." Varyar sheathed his weapon and glanced round the inside of the small forest dwelling.

�It was only a few bats.�

"You could have been injured,� he countered, his voice was softer this time, betraying the true depth of his emotion.

Alamathea sobered and took his hand in hers. "No, you would have prevented any harm that might befall me." She reached up with her free hand to caress his cheek. "Now come, let us see what we have discovered."

She stepped past him into the dark cabin. . .

Though signs of abandonment were written clearly on the small square enclosure, the quality of the cabin's make was apparent. Furniture remained as though the owner had just got up and left one day, without a single backward glance. A table with two chairs sat near one of the windows, and a neatly-made bed occupied the far corner of the room. Even the fireplace still had a large kettle over it. In fact, the only indication that the small home was uninhabited was the thick layer of dust that covered everything inside.

"It's wonderful!" Alamathea exclaimed, running her finger over the mantle. "A bit dirty perhaps, but quite cozy."

Varyar watched her with amusement as she flitted from one part of the cabin to the next. He did not quite share her sentiments, but he could not help enjoying her excitement at even the smallest discovery. "You look as though you wish to set up house here."

"Perhaps I do," she turned to him, smiling playfully. "I have always wondered what it would be like to have a house, a place that could be called my own," she paused, looking thoughtful. "This place holds magic, Varyar. I feel as though we are hidden from all eyes here. . . can you not feel this as well?"

"I do," Varyar's voice was soft. He looked around the small room, sensing the magic she spoke of. It was not the magic of the high elves, or the wizards. Instead, it was a much more ancient and old magic � one that emanated from the trees and the earth. It felt almost as if tiny voices called to him, whispering that this place had been set aside long ago, just for them. "It is a dangerous magic."

Alamathea turned from him, her fingers grazing along the top of the bed, and Varyar wondered what played behind those dark eyes. Was it the same thing that possessed his every waking thought, and even his dreams? Did the same fire that threatened to destroy him, also consume her? He stepped closer, aching to hold her in his arms, but suddenly felt afraid. The strange voices that urged him to make her his, also told him that by doing so he would embark on a course that would change him forever.

"It is late." Alamathea�s statement shook Varyar from his thoughts.
Inhaling deeply, Varyar tore his eyes from the bed and traveling the curves of her body. The _expression on her delicate face was enough to tell him that the same thoughts plagued her mind also. He remained silent, the unspoken words between them far louder than anything he could have said.

"I think we should go." Alamathea blushed before hurrying past him and out the door. She was already nearing the trees when she paused and turned round. "Varyar?"

Varyar moved to the door. "Yes, Alamathea?"

"I never answered your question."

He frowned, unsure of what she meant." Question?"

"Yes. You wanted to know if this was love or war," she whispered. . "I believe it is love,� She said, her _expression was one of confusion, as if perhaps her proclamation surprised even her.

Varyar exhaled, letting out the breath he'd not even realized he'd been holding. With those simple words the entire world had shifted imperceptivity, never to be the same again.

In two quick strides, he crossed the clearing, wrapping her in his arms. Their lips met with breathless intensity, a great dance that neither led, but were both swept away by. Varyar knew then that come what may, the path had already been chosen for him.
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