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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 4

What Lies Beyond
Over the next two days, Maratar kept Varyar and the others constantly running. Varyar had begun to wonder if Maratar was not merely trying to keep him from seeing Alamathea again. His return had not been a pleasant scene; Varyar had only just walked into his room, well past midnight, when Maratar had stormed in with more than a few choice words spilling from his mouth.
"Varyar!" one of his companions all but shouted, looking at him with amusement.
"Yes?" Varyar blinked a few times.
"I said, we are going to the tavern, now that we've finished everything the Task Master has set before us. Are you going to come or not?"
Varyar nodded and started to follow, but stopped when he heard the sound of a fiddle coming from behind one of the closed windows of the street. Would the traveling folk be playing again tonight, as they had when he'd shared a dance with Alamathea? With all of his duties attended to for the day, he had time to pay a visit to the encampment. Maratar, as mad as he was, had not forbidden him to return, though he'd made it clear he would not be happy with such actions.
"Actually, " Varyar called after his friends "I think I will join you later. I have some... business to attend."
Before waiting to see what his friend's reaction would be, Varyar had turned and was already making his way through the crowded streets of the village, to the little dirt path that led through the forest.
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By the time he made it through the forest and into the clearing, where the gypsies were camped, he was moving at an all out run. The moment he had decided to see her, it seemed he could not get there fast enough. It was amazing to him how similar the camp appeared compared to the last time he was there. The same bright banner flew, even the children played again, though on this occasion, they were brandishing wooden swords, and acting out what was indeed a terrible battle. This time when they saw Varyar, they ran forward, many with raised swords, screaming his name.
After allowing them to "slay the orc", Varyar hurried toward the wagon that Alamathea's family lived in. Just outside, a small fire crackled with a cauldron of something unknown bubbling away.
"Alamathea?" Varyar stepped up to the wooden side of the wagon and tapped lightly. "Are you in there?"
"I see you've come back!" Aredur laughed, coming round the opposite corner. "We were beginning to wonder if we'd seen the last of you."
"My duties have kept me occupied of late." Varyar straightened his tunic, trying to regain what dignity he'd lost by the unexpected arrival of Alamathea's brother. " I came to see your sister. Is she here?"
Aredur looked at Varyar for a moment, as though sizing him up, then he shrugged. "No, she went for a walk in that direction."
He pointed to a small path leading to the north. Varyar nodded his thanks before turning and heading in the direction that Aredur had indicated.
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After following the path through grassy glades and red and gold trees, Varyar began to hear the rush of falling water, and with it a gentle humming. He stepped out of the small copse of trees their leaves the dusky golds and reds of fall, to find himself standing on the edge of a clearing. The grass was tall and a rich autumn red, and to his right was a tall cliff with a waterfall spilling over it's side into a large stream.
Alamathea strolled along the stream's edge, her face bore the same pained expression of finality that she had worn in the forest when Varyar had spoken of his home. She was humming a sad melody, as she ran the petals of a flower through her fingers. The sun shone through her pale blue blouse and skirt, outlining the curves of her body, haloing them, as though she were one of the Firstborn.
Varyar's heart made a strange little leap in his chest, and he found that his voice would no longer obey his command. He watched her in silence, painting the image to his memory. He longed to reach out and touch her, but was afraid that if he did, the vision before him would evaporate, and prove no more than illusion. He stepped forward, wishing to be closer, cracking a twig beneath his feet as he did so. Alamathea's song ended abruptly. Her head snapped to look in the direction of the sound. A smile of slow comprehension spread across her face. Once again those disarming dimples revealed themselves to Varyar.
"My brave warrior has returned!" Alamathea let the flower slip from her hands, to land in the cool clear water at her feet, spinning as it drifted away.
"I wish I had been able to come sooner." Varyar stepped into the clearing and crossed to where Alamathea stood. "Though, I did not mean to intrude."
"Your presence is always welcome, " Alamathea replied, though she turned away from him and watched as her flower disappeared downstream.
"What saddens you so?" Varyar reached out, laying his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. "I have seen you wear that expression twice now."
Alamathea shook her head, her eyes remained on the ground for a moment. She raised her hand to her face and brushed away an imaginary lock of hair, sighing. Then, as sudden as the rain in spring, she looked up, smiling as though Varyar had not spoken.
"Come, I wish to show you something." She reached up and took one of his hands in her own, before turning and walking resolutely toward the waterfall.
"Alamathea, tell me what troubles you." Varyar followed, having little choice, but he was not willing to forget the sadness in her eyes. "Perhaps I can help."
"It is not far, and I promise you will like it." She ignored his questions, though by doing so, her answers were plain for any to hear.
Varyar sighed, vowing to himself to find out what she held so firmly locked away in her soul. For now he would wait, play her game, until she was ready to open herself to him. He followed quietly until they came to the cliff wall and Alamathea gestured grandly.
"You wish to show me the cliff?" Varyar stared blankly at the rocky precipice. "I could see it well enough from where we stood before."
"No, I wish to show you something hidden." Alamathea laughed. "Look more closely at the wall near the water. Surely your elvish eyes can see what lies beyond."
Varyar did as she asked, starting at the base of the falls and letting his gaze wander upwards. For a moment he did not see what she was referring to, but as his eyes adjusted to the satiny illusion that the water created, he could see a small opening behind the glass curtain. There was a cave.
"There, now do you see?" Her voice was soft, a breathy whisper in his ear.
Varyar shuddered at the feel of her breath, so warm on the sensitive skin. He nodded, allowing her to once again take his hand and lead him through the sparkling water. The chill did little to ease the quickening of his pulse.
Once they were both inside, Alamathea laughed, brushing a wet curl from her face. Varyar reached out with one arm, pulling her closer to him. All warnings, all caution and tales of tragedy fled his mind as her eyes locked with his own. Her smile began to fade as they inched closer and closer to one another. With his other hand he brushed his fingers along her jawline.
"Varyar," she whispered his name, halting him, but when he looked into her eyes, there, he saw want and desire, as if begging him to move closer. "We mustn't, I.. " Her words fell away to silence as his hand moved to her neck, the space between them growing smaller and smaller.
At last, their lips met for one tender, fleeting moment before Varyar pulled away, only briefly to gauge her response. Her eyes darkened with passion, and her breaths had quickened. Certainly, he had shared kisses in the past, but the taste and feel of Alamathea was new and exciting. . . unlike anything he had ever known. Although forbidden by his people, once again he sought the maiden's mouth, this time plundering its sweetness with a great and wanton passion.
For several moments they stood intertwined in each other's arms, exploring each other with their mouth and hands. The fires of passion blazed strong within both, but the voice of caution could not be ignored entirely and all too soon they pulled away from one another.
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