by Jay of Lasgalen  

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Midnight-dark hair flows like silk through my fingers.  His skin burns against mine, and his kiss, tender in the aftermath of passion, is sweet.  I feel his soft breath, quieting now, warm against my neck as his arms encircle me.

“Love you,” he murmurs.

I turn to look into his storm-grey eyes, eyes that I have seen darken with desire, as slowly he falls into sleep, head resting on my shoulder.

I too am exhausted by our loving, but here, now, I want nothing but to lie in his gentle embrace.

I love you, my husband.  You are my world.


Author's Note: A moment between Elrond and Celebrian.