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Post by Faeldor on Apr 11, 2009 23:19:04 GMT -5
Of course she would be upset. It seemed that all women had the same urge to be worried and upset for such matters. He had not told his mother of being kicked, for all the same reasons, nor grandmother, nor anybody but Beleth who had seen the injury. Although, he had let nobody look at it since that night either way. Even she would not have seen it if he had been sober enough to hide it from her.
“It’s simply tender,” he said. Yes, it did hurt to move his upper body a bit, and if he took a deep breath there was also a bit of pain. And of course when anyone touched it. And there were those spasms if he moved too quickly, and obviously if he was squeezed too tightly. “I do not think the ribs are quite broken, yet I am certain they are bruised, although the skin does not look so well. It looks ever so worse than it hurts,” he added, honestly. He did not wish her to worry about his being in pain. He only wished that she would not squeeze him as such.
“Durion did say that you struck me,” he smiled slightly. “I’m sure I well deserved it. Do not fret over it,” he said kissing her forehead, and trying to lessen the worried tone of her voice.
Then the man did exactly what all men would do in such a situation. He tried to change the subject. “Come, let us go to the stables. I must be there to give the morning charges. And you must take a rest while I do some work. I will surely make arrangements to leave early today, and I wish you to be entirely rested so that we might do something active. Perhaps a short ride…” he smiled slightly. “Lumiel has been missing her companion, and wondering when we might go out again. I think she likes you, because you are quite light, and I’m sure she feels quite free running across the plains without my weight upon her.”
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 11, 2009 23:52:43 GMT -5
Simply tender? Gilwen frowned. His eyes surely showed he was masking something. He seemed to try to cover such apparent distorts to keep her calm. “I do not think the ribs are quite broken, yet I am certain they are bruised, although the skin does not look so well. It looks ever so worse than it hurts." Gilwen narrowed her eyes slightly at him, skeptically. She would make sure to inquire as to its appearance when they were at the stables. He had been so adamant about seeing hers, it was only fair that she could dote over him in the same way.
“Durion did say that you struck me, I’m sure I well deserved it. Do not fret over it." Durion. That was that man whom she had wished to strike herself. She frowned all the more, despite Faeldor's kiss to her forehead. That man, he had quite a reputation with the ladies, if she remembered correctly. Such gossip worked its way through the palace; and Gilwen was not in any position to deny such things. He certainly was a foul man.
Then Faeldor changed the subject all together, and spoke of continuing their trek to the stables, and planning lightly for the day. A rest, that seemed altogether lovely to the servant, and she could already feel her body long for it. And she had just awoken! She smiled though, as he mentioned the idea of taking a ride. It had been quite a long while---perhaps almost a month--from the last time she and Faeldor had gone on such an excursion. Surely, long overdue.
“Lumiel has been missing her companion, and wondering when we might go out again. I think she likes you, because you are quite light, and I’m sure she feels quite free running across the plains without my weight upon her.” "Well, I have been missing her, too." She offered slowly. Obviously, Lumiel was not the only being in the stable that she had missed. But she had already told Faeldor that she had felt incomplete without him. "A ride sounds absolutely lovely."
With that, they had begun to walk, and though it did appear that Gilwen had relinquished all thoughts on Faeldor's injury, it was there in the back of her mind the entire way. They were at the stone building now, and she glanced at him quickly as they moved inside. Undoubtedly he was going to bring her to his quarters to lay her down.
She just had to wait a few moments more before she could demand to see his bruise. She took a deep breath; now finding comfort in the familiarity of the place. It had been a good while since she had come in here. Immediately she caught sight of the large black horse that Faeldor had been fussing with the last time she was here and shook her head slightly. It was a large one. Surely the bruise would match.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 0:09:02 GMT -5
Faeldor was relieved that it seemed Gilwen had forgotten about his injury so quickly. Or at least he thought she had. He was also quite surprised though, that she gave up the topic as she did. Most women would have prodded to no end. Maybe he had lucked out and found a girl that would allow him to be the tough one. She was rather gentle after all.
Gilwen seemed to agree that both a rest and a ride were in store, and that she would be glad to see the horses again; she had spent ever so long away from them. Faelor smiled, slipping his arm about the woman as they walked, and slowing his pace enough to match her own little legs.
Soon enough, they had made their way to the stables, and it seemed that as soon as they entered, Gilwen’s eyes caught sight of Balroch, who now stayed in a stall that was near the front entrance. He was quite the horse; larger than most. “He is gentle as a doe now, hard to believe from when I first met him…” he smiled slightly. Faeldor was far too in love with horses to hold the creatures actions against it. Besides, he had an idea playing in the back of his mind that the horse was simply lashing out from the presence of Durion’s stall next door. That man always seemed to ruin his own horses, and it appeared that the disgust the creatures had for him was spreading it’s way outward.
As the woman thought correctly, Faeldor now led her to his quarters and opened the door, taking her right by the hand and leading her over to the bed. He pulled back the warm blankets for her, smiling that he could take care of the woman in such a way, and give her a bit of rest for all the sleepness nights she had gone through. The thought crossed his mind that she must look ever so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep. She had fallen asleep on him the night previous to their last meeting, though he had not been able to see her pretty face from the way she nestled against him. But perhaps today he would be spared a glance.
Then he turned behind him, and shut the door, so that he might have a chance to kiss the pretty lady before her nap.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 12, 2009 0:25:33 GMT -5
Gilwen smiled over to Faeldor, who seemed to have caught her glance to the horse. "I am glad that he should not cause you any more trouble," she said simply. She, by no means, was angry at the horse for what it had done. In stress, all creatures and humans alike did things that were out of character for them. Horses were surely no exceptions; still, the power that horse must have exerted against Faeldor's own ribs...it was a wonder they had not broken!
He led her right to his quarter, and with each step they took toward it, she grew ever more relaxed, and ever more ready. Ready to demand Faeldor let her see his bruise. Relaxed, because the only other time she had been here was filled with wonderful memories. How lucky she was that Faeldor had shown up at her door this morning! She would have to thank Beleth later.
They walked in, and he pulled back the sheets of his bed for her, and turned to shut the door so that they would not be disturbed. The moment of opportunity. Gilwen watched as he approached her, seemingly with intent of his own. The lady, though, had a plan of her own. "Faeldor, do take off your shirt. I wish to see it." Her voice was not harsh, and it was not entirely demanding either. While the man would certainly read it as such a tone, Gilwen had meant it in love.
He had demanded to see hers, and she had been forced to oblige. This time, the tables had turned. "You were ever so insistent with me," she reminded him. There was not a lot she could do, really, to help his bruise heal faster, though by the looks of that horse it seemed quite possible that there was more there than bruise.
She said nothing else. Perhaps Gilwen had figured she had overdone her normal talking quota on the walk her to begin with. She was normally a woman of very little words, many actions and many thoughts. These thoughts now pointed her in the direction of the stable master. He was a strong man. As prideful as she and her family were about not accepting financial help, he was going to be equally so in his strength of body. She had no doubt he could handle it all quite well; things are always easier, though, with some assistance. So, she waited patiently to hear his reply with soft eyes examining his face to gauge his irritation of her request.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 0:47:36 GMT -5
Faeldor was quite intent on giving Gilwen one more good kiss on the lips, but as he reached her, and just as his hands were at her waist, she said it. "Faeldor, do take off your shirt. I wish to see it." He sighed inwardly, but attempted to hold his expression calm and collected.
“My dear, there is not much left to do for it, it simply needs time to heal now,” he protested. In truth, the man just did not wish Gilwen to make a fuss over such. He was a strong man, capable of handling such a bruise. Besides, he did not wish to frighten her with the sight of it. It was rather large and hideous. And she certainly would not enjoy to see the cuts that had been left by those hooves either.
"You were ever so insistent with me." “Was I?” he asked absently, looking as if he were trying to recall the situation. Of course he remembered such. He had been quite angry at the time too. And besides, a swollen ankle should not be confined to a boot. He was only helping the healing of it. After he spoke, his hands found her waist and gingerly caressed her sides. He changed the subject yet again, only this time physically, and he leaned forward to press a long kiss to her lips. A second, shorter one followed, and then he looked for a moment at the woman’s pretty brown eyes. That would surely distract her, he thought, smiling to himself.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 12, 2009 1:07:34 GMT -5
Were you? Gilwen thought with a scoff. The way he sought to sway her attentions was almost laughable. To try and deny he had demanded the same actions of her as she had kindly requested of him was folly. In his heart, Faeldor knew this; Gilwen seemed to pick up on it. She would simply have to press a bit further. His hands were on her waist, and Gilwen could see in his eyes the intent he had in keeping her too preoccupied to think of his hurt. His lips were against hers again, for another long kiss, followed shortly by a second shorter one. Once more, her heart increased it's rate, and a light color came to her cheeks. He pulled away, but not too terribly far away, and looked into her eyes. What a way to break her thought process.
She had to catch her breath. Not this time, Gilwen. Don't lose yourself. She told her self sternly. Still, all she could do was stare back into his eyes. No. She thought once more. She took her hand and touched his cheek, and caressing his jaw tenderly. For a moment, it seemed perhaps that the maid was too taken to further her advances. "Nice try," she whispered to him.
"Please, Faeldor." Gilwen closed the distance between them once more, brushing against his nose with her own in a small show of affection. "I know you remember how you coddled me." She was not about to back down from this. If he wanted her to love him, and there was no doubt in the woman's mind that he did want her affections, then he should wish for her care and comfort. She could be soft and gentle enough to care for him; if ever he gave her the chance.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 1:29:18 GMT -5
The man was quite pleased with himself; Gilwen seemed rather taken by his eyes. He thought that he would well remember such a trick for the future. Though, he did not mind looking into her pretty brown eyes the way they were, but this could come in useful. The woman’s hand was upon his jaw, and she brought her face close to him, nuzzling against his nose ever so lightly. He thought she might ask for another kiss, or perhaps she would kiss him on her own, and he awaited such.
Faeldor’s pride shattered just a bit when she whispered to him, “Nice try.” He had been quite certain that her pretty lips would form some kind of endearing term, but not that. Perhaps she was getting used to his kisses already. At least, it had almost worked.
"I know you remember how you coddled me." He kissed the tip of her nose lightly, pretending to ignore her statement as he raised his hand to touch the woman’s cheek, and let his fingertips brush across her bottom lip. His other hand continued to trace circles at her side. Just days ago, such a thing would have set her reeling. He recalled the comment he had made on her quickened heart, and how mentioning such had only made it race all the more.
He did not allow his fingers to stop their ministrations as he spoke, hoping to cause her mind enough turmoil and pleasure to distract her further. “I recall sitting you down, and not asking you to remove your shoes, but doing so myself. Perhaps it would be easier… if you simply removed my shirt for me,” he suggested. In all reality, the man believed that the timid woman would not allow for such a stunt, and would perhaps even scold him for his words, blushing fiercely. But either way, it was worth a try.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 12, 2009 1:51:59 GMT -5
He kissed the tip of her nose, and Gilwen felt herself wish to smile, though knew that encouraging him to continue would very well result in her fully losing herself. The only reason she had held on this long was sheer womanly instinct to care for someone. He brushed her lips with his fingertips, and immediately her heart was racing all the faster. The way Faeldor touched her made it hard for her to concentrate on what she had originally desired. Her breathing was getting a bit quick; trying to counteract her pounding heart.
“I recall sitting you down, and not asking you to remove your shoes, but doing so myself. Perhaps it would be easier… if you simply removed my shirt for me." Gilwen gasped lightly, and the color that came to her cheeks rivaled that of when he had first kissed her. Remove his shirt? To demand such a thing seemed quite brazen. Her heart was surely audible as it beat away in her chest.
She looked into his eyes, as if trying to decide whether he meant it or not. Gilwen's frame was altogether frantic by this point. His soft and tender touches were still drawing at her intentions, and now she seemed completely inhibited by propriety. The girl frowned as much as she could, being entranced by slow circles on her sides and a strong hand upon her cheek and jaw. He has only asked it of you because he thinks it will stop you from inquiring for it. She thought to herself. Yes, that was the reason. Still...could she bring herself to do something so bold?
Her blush increased as she finally decided on her course of action, and trembling hands reached for the bottom of his tunic. She gripped it tightly, still shaking. She began to pull upwards, and whispered, "Raise your arms." Her heart was fluttering so fast, it seemed that she was quite light headed as she removed his tunic and turned to place it gently on the bed. She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself together. She was, after all, doing such a thing to help him. She had not turned back to him yet; in fact, she felt almost ill.
He was paying for her to spend time with him today, and here she was taking off his clothes. Is that not what a harlot did? Gilwen buried her head in her hands a few moments before turning back to him, chewing her lip. She reached her shaking hands forward once more and gripped the shirt in her hands and froze. "I am not a harlot." She murmured to herself, before quickly removing the undershirt as well.
If she had been worried about her reputation, it dispelled quickly upon seeing the bruise. She gasped, and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Faeldor---it's tender?" She seemed appalled now at his choice of words. Her dear Faeldor's chest was covered in black, blues, and purples. And there seemed to be cuts along some of the ribs. She was still blushing furiously, aware that she was looking at him shirtless, but she did not seem too terribly troubled by that. Merely how much pain he must have been in.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 2:27:03 GMT -5
Gilwen said no other word to the man, but it seemed that she considered hi s audacious suggestion for a moment, and then complied. He had not expected her to conform to his request; merely to continue prodding him to remove his own shirt, or give up on the issue entirely. She certainly would not let him get away with one or the other, and he decided; she was determined to see his injury.
It seemed that partway through removing the man’s tunic, Gilwen seemed to come to realize what she was doing. As she turned to place it on the bed, he saw her hesitate, and cover her face for a moment. Oh, he had not meant to cause her embarrassment! Not in the least. "I am not a harlot." She seemed to mutter to herself as she was about to remove the shirt. Oh, he had not meant to cause her to question herself! Faeldor felt slightly cruel that he had asked her to do such, when she was already convicted of such false actions against her name. But she was already this far, and so he allowed her to continue.
“Of course you are not, my sweet,” he said quietly reassuring the woman. “You are merely caring for me. Though I’ll admit that I thought my request would still your advances on it,” he said, as the loose shirt was pulled over his head. It did seem that his injury had caused little Gilwen to be somewhat bold in her movements.
The next thing Faeldor saw, was quite a shocked Gilwen, who stood with her hand over her mouth, her eyes rather fixed on him. She inquired after the description he had given her. “Tender, yes… a bit sore. It does pain me, but there is nothing to do for it now. Do not fret over it, dearheart, it will fade shortly,” he said, grasping the hand that had been over the woman’s mouth, and holding it in his own.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 12, 2009 9:15:12 GMT -5
“Of course you are not, my sweet." He quietly reassured her as she finished removing the undershirt. He had meant it to calm her, she was certain, but she far too taken by the task at hand to reply in anyway. Gilwen feared she would lose the confidence she held if she thought of anything other than why she was so determined to finish, she would surely not let herself continue; and then Faeldor would think she did not care.
Still, when she had finally gotten his undershirt off, she had lost all helpful notions she had held. There was nothing left for her to do; the parts where the skin was torn had been cleaned, and a bruise could not be willed away by someone. "Do not fret over it, dearheart, it will fade shortly." Gilwen frowned slightly, glancing up at the man before returning her gaze to the sea of blacks and blues. She was supposed to be comforting him. And there he was, grasping her hand to calm her.
While her face was still furiously red, and her heart was anything by under control, she stepped a slight closer to him, her free hand rising to touch her own bruised cheek for a moment before falling it begin to fall back. The hand hovered in front of him though, Gilwen being now completely distraught at its sheer size. She had wrapped her arms about him that very morning. How utterly careless of her! Her hand glided through the air to about the spot where she had struck him those few nights ago. She must have hurt him horribly; the skin there was quite dark from the horse's hooves. Her frown deepened for a moment.
She tore her eyes away to look at him once more in the eye, dropping her hovering hand to rest beside her once more. "Yes, it will fade." She finally said. Gilwen did not know what to do for him; and for a moment she wondered if this had been a horrible idea to begin with, taking off his shirt so audaciously to tend to him only to find she could do nothing. This had not been proper at all, she feared.
And still she felt the urge to comfort strong within her. "Faeldor, next time tell me so I shall not hurt you." She seemed to sound somewhat sad for having caused him pain and discomfort that very morning with her tight embrace. She tiptoed to quickly kiss his cheek, nuzzling his nose once more with her own and then faltering in her return. His lips were so close, and she momentarily wondered if she should kiss them as well. She lingered there for a good moment before closing her eyes and pulling away. "Forgive me for being so forward," she said quietly, as she made a motion to turn and grab his clothes to redress him. She did not wish him to think her brash. She could not bring herself to kiss him that way when he was shirtless; and Gilwen's cheeks burned slightly at the thought.
And she had come so close to it! Surely, Faeldor would have thought that motion unladylike and have stopped her.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 12:49:12 GMT -5
The man watched as the woman silently looked over his injury. He was sure that the colors were quite startling, and he was glad that the light of the lantern on the wall was so dim, and the twilight was still so faint, or else she may have seen the contrast of the grim colors more heavily. The lantern made all things appear more soft. Her hand was close to his skin, and he thought that the woman might touch him; he almost winced at the thought of it, though at the same time craved the feel of her cool fingers upon his skin, but he held himself still.
"Faeldor, next time tell me so I shall not hurt you." She was certainly upset. Her voice had a slight hint of remorse to it, and he wondered if she was thinking more on the night that she had struck him, or the hugs she had given him this morning. “Gilwen, I barely noticed it, truly, I would have told you but my thoughts were not on such. Your embrace was far more comforting than any small, momentary discomfort. I needed it, or else I would have gone to utter turmoil thinking that you did not wish to give it to me.” He continued his attempt at comforting her, and reassuring her that he did not hold her actions against her. If he would not even hold the horse that had done such a deed accountable, he would certainly cast no blame on Gilwen.
Then the woman did something that Faeldor had become quite fond of. A kiss was granted upon his cheek, as light and feathery as ever; and he barely knew if he could feel her breath against his skin. Perhaps he was only imagining it. She seemed to stay close to him for a moment, and Faeldor would have kissed her if he had not thought the woman to be upset by the indecency of it. He retained the slight distance "Forgive me for being so forward." He almost smiled at the way she troubled herself over it. The man did not mind her closeness at all, but he thought, if she would have kissed him of her own accord, he may not have been able to leave her here, and no work would be done this morning.
“I am sorry, I did not wish to make you ill at ease,” the man started, as he took his shirt back from the lady, pulling it over his head, and once more covering the bruised skin. He was not quite shirt if the woman was more caught up by the sight of his bruise, or the fact that she had removed is shirt and seen him without. He was not troubled by the fact; he was a man afterall, and she had certainly seen men before, working as such out in the sun. At least if she had ever been out on the Pelennor and had seen the Fields being tended to.
“I truly did not think you would comply with such a bold request as to remove my shirt. Your mothering instincts are quite strong indeed, and I will remember that next time I am injured,” he smiled, trying to settle her with lighthearted talk. Mothering. He grinned more at just the thought of the word. No, he was not thinking of his own mother at this time. His thoughts had turned quite to the future, as he looked at his pretty Gilwen. She would be entirely lovely at it.
The predawn birds were beginning their choruses from roosts, and Faeldor heard the first of the morning bells that chimed throughout the city each hour. “Come now, let you rest,” he said gently. “My pillow is awaiting your pretty head upon it. And then we will have the rest of the day before us, and you will feel a horse beneath you, and the wind of the Pelennor on your skin.” For a moment, the man’s hand rose to touch Gilwen’s injured cheek soothingly, then he finally let his fingertips fall. Then he moved to grasp his tunic from the bed and pull it over his head. “And it will be daylight, so we might gallop as fast as the horses will take us.” And as my ribs will bear it. He added in his head, though did not speak the last aloud.
“And before we go, we shall stop by my home to have a bite of food,” he suggested, sure that the woman could use a good course to eat. “Mother and Miriel are at work today, and my Grandparents are out on their visits,” he added quickly, to assure her that none but Beleth and the young children would be about. He would allow her no further torment from Miriel in his own home. “Haliel will be every so glad to see you." The little girl had been all of a ball of tears last night when Gilwen had not come to visit with the other dinner guests. He remembered the flowers that she and Marileth had plucked, and with nobody to give them to save Rosiel who had left them wilting in the sitting room.
“I will damper the light, and leave you undisturbed,” he smiled, making a motion to turn out the lantern on the wall.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 12, 2009 14:11:57 GMT -5
Faeldor called her embrace comforting, though given the state of his chest, Gilwen highly doubted that it had been in the least. Still, inwardly she knew that if he had shied away from her this morning, it certainly would have left her in the pits of despair---at least until he had informed her of his injury. He reached for and took back his undershirt, which up until then she had been gripping in her hands. She turned her eyes away as he redressed, holding tightly to the remaining ounces of her propriety.
“I truly did not think you would comply with such a bold request as to remove my shirt. Your mothering instincts are quite strong indeed, and I will remember that next time I am injured." She blushed, finally turning to look back toward him. The smile he had upon his face was enough to tell Gilwen that perhaps his thoughts had turned elsewhere. Surely, though, it could not be to where hers had gone. For a moment, she saw a grey-eyed child in her arms. Oh, how highly inappropriate! It appeared her mother's talk of grandchildren those days ago had stuck with her much stronger than Gilwen had figured they would.
After all, Niniel seemed utterly set on them; and had been highly upset when Gilwen spoke of she and Faeldor's separation those few days. For the way her daughter had spoken to her implied that Faeldor had no intention of calling on her again, and at the time Gilwen had believed it as well. She had heard her mother lamenting of the matter in her room; speaking to Beregar about the grandchildren they should never have.
The bells chimed, and the birds began to wake outside the window. Faeldor needed to be off to work, but once more he put others before himself. “Come now, let you rest.” He touched her cheek ever so softly, and continued to tell her of his plans for the day, finally pulling away to grasp his tunic and adorn it once more. Galloping. Gilwen mused almost longingly. To feel such freedom would be a blessing. Still, she would insist they take it a bit slower so that he would not jar his ribs too much. Perhaps she could make him think it was her own wants, and not an attempt to care for him if she claimed she was far too tired to do such a thing.
Her thoughts were accented by her absently straightening his tunic with a gentle motion, making sure she touched not his chest. Her motions were stilled immediately as Faeldor suggested stopping by his house. Surely, she could not face them! He must have known she would feel such a way and immediately explained that the only people that would be home would be Beleth, and the three children. “Haliel will be every so glad to see you."
She smiled up at him, then and nodded. "I will need to pick her some flowers before we go then, I did promise." He moved to turn off the lantern on the wall; letting her know that he would leave her undisturbed. Until that moment, she had not realized exactly how much she had desired the sleep.
She sighed, and slowly set herself on the bed, and slipped off her shoes. She gave one last look to Faeldor, before succumbing to the pull of his pillow. She cuddled into it immediately; taking a deep breath. It smelt like him, and she was put at ease by it. It would surely not take her long to fall asleep, of that she was certain.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 18:27:54 GMT -5
"I will need to pick her some flowers before we go then, I did promise." The man chuckled slightly, glad that Gilwen had immediately calmed at the mention of most of the adults of his family being out for the time. It calmed him as well, to not need to be confronted with looks or questions. Beleth, he was certain, would be rather smug over the whole matter. But that would not bother Faeldor. He would thank his young sister as soon as he was given the opportunity, for without her prodding he would have surely wallowed in his own doubt, and it could have been days yet before he had sought out dear Gilwen. Perhaps by then, it would have been too late; and she truly would have lost her love for him. Either that, or she would have worked herself to death. Ah, best not to dwell on such thoughts. He turned back to thoughts of his family, and especially, his littlest sister.
“Indeed, we’ll need to find some flowers along the way, for Haliel is not a child to reckon with. She will remember even the smallest of promises, and surely hold you to them. At times I do believe she leads me by only her little finger.” The little girl could be quite demanding of time and affection, at least to her family members ,and those she took a fancy to.
“Though, you are lucky. She must see such good in you, for she does often not take well to strangers, especially on the first meeting. I would say that she is quite the shyest of our family. And mostly for her little leg. If she were not so embarrassed for the way she walked, I’m sure she would be much more excitable like the rest of us are.” Faeldor thought fondly on his family for a moment. Gilwen was such a quiet little lady, to get involved with such a vocal and highly strung family. Well, Faeldor thought, it would only do well to have his gentle lady to calm his impulsive nature.
“Rest well, Starlight,” Faeldor told the woman, after she had lain against the pillow and closed her eyes almost immediately. My, but she did look tired, and it seemed that she would certainly fall asleep immediately. She breathed heavily and curled herself up, which made the man to smile. He almost turned to step out of the room, but then changed his mind, stepping lightly toward the bed. He leaned over, and kissed the woman upon the cheek. Then without further hesitation, he turned and walked toward the exit, opened the door, shutting it softly behind him, and set out into the morning.
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The morning passed by quite quickly, Faeldor thought. Moreso quickly than the days previous had passed. Perhaps it was his joyful attitude, and he found himself humming while he worked again. Everything was ever so pleasant, and the stable lads were quite glad for the stable master’s attitude, for he did not snap at them once, and allowed them a long morning break.
Throughout his caring for the horses, Faeldor planned in his mind their afternoon escapade, and what he had come up with was quite an adventure to him, and would hopefully be moreso to Gilwen. He would keep it a surprise to her, each step that they took, and not tell her of their destinations until they were already at them. West they would go again, only further past Fela Isilme than they had been before. There was plenty of daylight for quick travel. They might go west, yes, to the little river Limnen, and spend a time there. Perhaps she would like to wade in the waters; it was a warm day after all. And when they had spent near the entire afternoon riding out and at the river, she would think that they were on their return; but no, he would turn on the familiar path then, and they would go to the Moonlight cave where he had taken her a month ago.
And after such; well, he would take her further through the tunnel, and they might camp on the clearing of the other side. If she agreed, that was, but he was quite certain that the woman would. After all, he had promised her the whole day, and now that she had slept some he might have the night with her as well.
Perhaps it had been almost seven hours, before the man finally thought of waking sweet Gilwen up. Her nap had turned into near a full night’s sleep, but he had wished it such. The man had made arrangements with one of the trusted stable grooms, that he would be leaving early today, and everything seemed to work out quite nicely in those matters. He had the list of evening chores and tasks to assign to the night rounds when they came, and he knew which horses were to be readied at which time.
Now, it was just after noon. Lumiel and Thissel were fed, watered, saddled, and ready to go. Faeldor was ready to go as well; and finally he decided to step into his quarters, and fetch Gilwen from her slumber. She must have been ever so tired, for as he soundlessly pushed the door open, and shut it behind himself again, he saw her form still curled and sleeping upon the bed, her braid barely holding her hair together. A narrow band of sunlight from the window lay over her hips. He admired the sleeping beauty for a moment from the distance, before saying quietly, “Gilwen…” and approaching the bedside to touch her shoulder.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 12, 2009 19:00:57 GMT -5
It had been ever so lovely to hear; that the small and precious Haliel had taken to her so fondly. Gilwen had made the assumption that the child was reserved, though perhaps not as much as Faeldor had implied. Still, she was so thankful for the littlest member of Faeldor’s family to take to her so. She had taken to the little one herself.
“Rest well, Starlight,” he had said to her as she had closed her eyes against his pillow. She wanted to respond, but she could not muster the energy to do so, as she lay there. He kissed her cheek before he left, and as the door finally closed she smiled. That, Gilwen thought contentedly, I would like to fall asleep to often.
It had taken mere minutes before the woman was sleeping soundly. Her dreams had been light, and ever so wonderful. And it seemed the lady had not even moved while she lay there, such was her rest and contentedness. Still, far better than her dreams was how she awoke. ”Gilwen…” The moment his hand touched her shoulder, her eyes opened slowly. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was, though she quickly recalled the happenings of that morning. She smiled up at Faeldor in a somewhat drowsy manner, though given a few moments she was sure to be wide awake.
“Have you finished already?” She asked lightly, finally making a move to sit up. If he had, then Gilwen was so much closer to spending the rest of her day with him, and taking a ride on the fields. Her eyes, full once more of life and rest met his. “I take it went well,” his face surely did not seem distraught in the least.
Such an expression suited him much better than the frown that had been on his face before. She hoped her expression looked just as happy. After a moment of looking at him, she reached for her shoes, once more putting them on, and standing.
On instinct, the woman turned and made his bed, one could not leave things uncleanly, and then turned back to him and smiled once more. She felt ever so much better.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 12, 2009 20:01:00 GMT -5
“Yes, it has been a good morning indeed,” Faeldor answered the woman, watching her rise and ready herself. “And it looks as if you rested well. Your eyes are quite bright.” He stood, looking at her for a moment, standing in the sunlight the way she was. Her cheeks were rosy from the warmth of sleep, and her hair was entirely untidy.
“Do you feel quite awake and lively now, Starlight?” he asked her, finally drawing his gaze from the woman in the sunlight, and moving about the room to take his cloak from the wall, and toss it over his shoulder.
“Now, let us off to start our new day with some food. I am famished,” the man grinned, placing a hand over his stomach. He had not eaten a thing since supper the previous night, for his sister was in far too much a hurry for him this morning to allow time for breakfast. “Beleth would have made a good meal by now. I sent one of the boys over to tell her that we would be coming for lunch,” he said.
Before even allowing Gilwen a chance to speak, he finally grasped the woman by the hand, and began to sing to her, a song that chose itself. Faeldor felt quite back to his own self again, and perhaps even better, for he was to now have the afternoon off, and to spend it in the company of someone quite lovely.
“The lark bird's song! It wakes the dawn; the silver silence now is gone. It wakes the valley, greets the land, with magic none can understand-- ...”
As he stopped partway through his song, he commented aside, “Why not fix your hair, dear. Let us not look compromised coming out of my quarters.” His words were calm, and as soon as they were out, he hummed again to himself, writing a note to leave upon his desk in case any were to come looking for him.
Neither of them wished to hear more rumors, and among the stables nonetheless. Durion would probably do enough to cause them here, he was certain, although men were not the same sticklers for gossip as women. Though, Faeldor wished not for the men here to look on Gilwen poorly. Or in any other way.
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