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Characters: Gilraen, Elrond ~***~ The night was Gilraen's sanctuary. In the protective darkness, she could let her heart cry and regret. She could look at her insecurities without shame, but tonight was special. She found no peace and her mind kept replaying the scene that had taken place the previous evening. In her rememberance, the warmth of the setting sun was suddenly replaced by the warmth of Elrond's body against hers, the beauty of the landscape was nothing compared to the shining of his eyes, the whisper of the wind was carrying his soft voice to speak in her ear. He was in every corner of her spirit and Gilraen was frightened. How could the Lord of Imladris be so present already? They had only shared a kiss in a moment of weakness and here she was, pacing in her room, unable to find sleep, overwhelmed by the turmoil of her thoughts. Gilraen sighed in frustration. She was acting like some foolish maiden instead of listening to her senses. She should remember her love for Arathorn and let the memory of the elf fade away, a dream among others. Resolute, she decided to get some sleep, when a knock at the door startled her. She frowned and wondered who would be bold enough to disturb her rest, when dawn was not yet upon the realm. “Come in” she said, her voice a little raspy from the lack of sleep. The wooden door opened softly and Elrond appeared. He bowed his head, one hand on his heart as is the elven fashion and Gilraen took a sharp intake of breath. She felt very self-conscious, with only a light robe to hide her nightgown from his eyes. “My lady,” he murmured. Gilraen bowed her head and looked up. Elrond was looking at her intently, as if trying to catch a piece of her soul. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze, for she was well aware of his own inner fight. The seconds seemed an eternity, the silence a blessing as they stayed lost in the contemplation of each other. Elrond suddenly broke the spell and, closing the gap between them, locked her in a tight embrace. Gilraen instantly melted in the warmth of his body, all resolutions forgotten. No words were spoken while their hands intertwined and their mouths teased with light kisses. They could make no promises or oaths, it would be meaningless. They both know their paths were already appointed. But in the secrecy of the night, they shared something precious they would hold dearly in their hearts. Sometimes acts were more powerful than words. As she rested, gently running her fingers in the elf's hair, the first rays of sun came in to caress her skin. Gilraen looked at Elrond, her eyes full of mirth, and laughed. At that moment, the light morning breeze passed through the chambers and it carried the merry sound of her happiness all around, as a greeting to the new day.
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