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Post by Faeldor on Mar 28, 2010 20:45:02 GMT -5
It was easy to see that Gilwen was within thought as she sat so quietly beside him; and Faeldor contemplated going to his shelving for the spare blankets, and laying himself down upon the ground beside the bed. He would do no thing to trouble his lady; her birthday had already been troublesome enough. Though the thought of sleeping beside her was desired, and the way she would cuddle against him was endearing, he would not press for his own way. However, it seemed that just as the man was about to move, that precious hand slipped within his.
“I would have you hold me.”
A tired smile spread across the man’s lips as he moved to cover the hand which had trailed over his jaw. It had not been without warrant to give her the decision to make, for Faeldor had been careful in his affections over the past months; and Gilwen had not always been willing to be so near him. Yet, this time it was true that they were alone. Nobody would enter the Stablemaster’s quarters without a knock even. Except for Gilwen herself, it seemed, though she had been very upset. He did not let his smile leave him though for the thought; for she was entirely calm and lovely now, and he sat quietly a few moments after her answer, simply looking upon her. “I will hold you all the night then,” he finally answered, leaning over to kiss her cheeks and her forehead.
Since the removal of her outer garments, the woman’s skin was beginning to pick up its usual chill, and Faeldor frowned slightly at it, deciding that it was time for both of them to move under the covers and rest. He pulled Gilwen upon the bed completely, and slid her over nearest the wall, pulling the covers over her as he no sooner moved to lay beside her.
Faeldor contemplated for a moment if he should close the window to keep the breeze from the room. Though, it did not take him long to decide against doing so, nor would his weary body let him move again from the bed for any manner of action. Gilwen would be warm enough beneath the blankets with him; there was no doubting that. He would keep her warm and safe, and she would dream well and have a pleasant night. “If you become cold, just move closer to me, for I sleep warm. I think our body temperatures are complimentary as well as everything else,” he commented drowsily.
“Sweet dreams, my love,” the man smiled as he turned upon his side and let Gilwen curl against him wrapping his arm about her, and sliding even closer to kiss her lips once more before finally letting his head rest upon the pillow. The man let out a sigh, and began to relax, as comfortable as he might ever. His Lady was safe beside him, and there would be no fear for her here in the stable upon the sixth tier. Even as the thoughts roved through him, his eyes closed, and he drifted to sleep.
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Post by Gilwen on Mar 28, 2010 21:18:46 GMT -5
For a moment Faeldor had just stared at her; was he to refuse her? The smile curled upon his lips and immediately she understood that he was very well contented with her answer. He held both of her hands in a rather loving motion, and then leaned in to kiss her cheeks and forehead. The woman nearly sighed. “I will hold you all the night then.” Gilwen smiled sleepily and felt her heart warm. Such a thought! Her love’s arms would draw her near and keep her until the morning sun awoke from its slumber and roused them both. And only then would he leave her for the fact they both had work to tend to.
She was about to move to lay her head down, but Faeldor did her the favor himself. His hands were upon her, guiding her to the precise spot he desired her to take; as if he planned for such a thing all the while. It was comforting to think that such a thing was something he desired. A day would come, whether it was by Beregar’s consent or not, they would be able to lie with one another as this for every night of their lives.
“If you become cold, just move closer to me, for I sleep warm. I think our body temperatures are complimentary as well as everything else.”
Gilwen smiled, and before she nestled herself against him fully she kissed his forehead once more. Yes, everything about them was complimentary. The Valar had certainly picked them out of all of Arda to be for each other. There was nothing about it that did not feel right.
She settled down against him with a sigh, her eyes closing contentedly. He bid her goodnight, kissing her lips once more before settling to sleep himself. She certainly felt the pull of exhaustion now, and tucked herself close against him, finally releasing the day’s events to sleep soundly beside her Faeldor. There had never been a greater birthday than this.
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Post by Faeldor on Mar 28, 2010 22:20:26 GMT -5
“Fael,” the woman’s voice rustled him from his sleep. Gilwen was speaking to him. He rubbed his eyes; how long had they been sleeping? It must have been nearly morning, for it seemed that the room held an odd sort of lighting.
“Fael,” she repeated timidly. Something about her was different; and Gilwen appeared slightly upset. “Yes, my love?” the man answered drowsily, smiling despite the fact that he had been woken. The woman was on her side, facing him, and Faeldor moved his hand behind her back, drawing her nearer him. The fringe of fabric at the hem of her shirt had slipped up in her sleep, and his fingertips brushed against the silken skin at the small of her back.
“I’m sorry…I should have said something earlier…” Gilwen’s voice was distraught, and Faeldor could see in the dim light that she was chewing her lip.
He tried to smile at her, through his weariness, and he let his fingers trace in gentle circles up further over the woman’s back to calm her, all the while enjoying the softness of her skin. “Come now, tell me what is wrong, love. I shall not have you upset at my side.”
Gilwen’s little hand moved behind her to grasp the one that Faeldor was touching her with. “I did not wish to upset you more than you already were. What with everything going on… with Beleth and Calon, and Miriel and Durion…”
“You could not upset me,” Faeldor answered, a bit worriedly. As he spoke, Gilwen’s slid his hand from her back, to her side, and let it rest upon her stomach. The skin was still warm and smooth, and Faeldor almost smiled; yet something was different. And a moment later, he realized it. The swell of Gilwen’s stomach was great.
“I am expecting. My father knew it all along, Fael. It is your baby.” Her voice was tremulous, and rightly so, for Faeldor could not comprehend how it could be such! He let his hand course against the woman’s skin, as if proving to himself once more that he were not dreaming. How could it…? How did she…? What…? When…? The man’s hand shot back in a start as his mind reeled.
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Faeldor awoke from the dream with a start and a slight exclamation. “No! It’s not true!” Gilwen seemed to stir with his movement, but she had very well not been awake and speaking to him. His hand was resting on her back where her shirt had slid up slightly in her movements. Her skin was warm, though Faeldor was vaguely uncomforted by it, thinking of the startlement from the dream. He quickly pulled his hand away, brushing her shirt back down to meet the waist of her breeches and sliding his hand upon her side.
Though, as his hand came upon the woman’s stomach, Faeldor startled again. There was a definitive roundness and softness to the shape of the woman’s shirt. Faeldor moved and thought too quick to assess the situation, and the fact that the blanket had bundled up a space between himself and the woman. The man let out a quick gasp and his body reacted in a way that made him jump. Sharing the small bed had been no problem before, for Faeldor was content with Gilwen sleeping close and they did not need much space, yet now it took the toll on him, for he was nearer the edge than he was used to, and the man fell right off the bed unto the cold floor.
He rubbed his eyes from where he sat upon the floor, his legs sprawled in front of him and his breath still heaving in his chest, and he glanced to the window. Why, the moon had barely moved! He must have just fallen asleep! Would he never rest this night? He raised a hand to his forehead, as if to see if he were feverish, and then he reached up for the bed, throwing back the covers.
His hand went straight for the hem of Gilwen’s shirt, and he wrenched it up, eyeing well her form. He pressed his hand against her skin, in much the same way that had been done so in his dream. No rounded stomach, no protruding navel, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, out of what he thought the ordinary was. He had never seen Gilwen’s stomach before afterall. But he had seen his mothers; and he had seen Miriel’s, and Gilwen certainly seemed fine compared to those states. He sighed, dropping back down to the floor.
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Post by Gilwen on Mar 28, 2010 22:41:26 GMT -5
Her dreams had been light and lovely. There was nothing foul or otherwise in them, and Gilwen had felt sufficiently calmed by such things. She was wandering amongst tall golden grasses under a sun that shone of the same such colors. The breeze was playing with her hair, and it seemed all she needed to do was to laugh; the sky was hers to dance under and the earth was hers to lie upon.
Oh, such a dream left her soul calm; nothing greater could there ever be for dreams. She was about to sprint up the tall hill, for something had drawn her attention when everything vanished.
“No! It’s not true!”
Slowly her eyes opened. “Fael?” She said drowsily. She felt his hands sliding over her, though such a thing seemed to only confuse her more. His hands were altogether too hurried, not like a soft touch that she was used to receiving when awake.
She heard Faeldor gasp, and then a thud as he fell backwards out of the bed. “Fael!” She gasped wildly sitting up. “Goodness, what is it?” She asked lowly and hurriedly, her eyes wide now with confusion and worry. Was something wrong? Surely something must be, for her strong Faeldor to react in such a way. He had never lost his reserve before her. Never had she seen such a look in his eye.
He did not respond, though, and instead came toward her with frantic eyes and hands to thrust the covers off of her fully. She watched for a moment stunned, though startled as he lifted her shirt and pressed his hand against her stomach; as if he were checking for something, though what it could possibly be she had not the faintest idea. “Faeldor!” She exclaimed, grabbing his wrist and forcibly removing his hand from under her shirt. “What in Eru’s name are you doing? What is wrong?” She said, lifting a cool hand to press against his forehead, and slide down his cheek. He looked utterly distraught. For a moment her own nerves flared. For him to be so upset, surely something must be gravely wrong. Even the orcs upon the plains had not distressed him so!
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Post by Faeldor on Mar 29, 2010 12:03:47 GMT -5
The man seemed to wake up slowly, and shook his head to relieve his senses. He vaguely noted that Gilwen had moved and her hand was upon his face, though he was still confounded.
Something was gravely wrong. She had been with child. The thought would have delighted him surely after their marriage; but now was not the time for Faeldor to be distressed with such a thought. A child in the midst of Miriel’s problem and the convictions of harlotry cast upon Gilwen was not something to lighten their situation.
The man took a deep breath. “You are not with child,” he spoke a bit rushed, his eyes moving to examine the woman’s stomach again, though she had once more covered her skin. He moved slowly this time as he knelt on the floor, reaching for her, and laying a hand upon her. “No… there is nothing there. No babies. You are not having a baby. It seemed so real though; we were in this very same room, and you told me that you were expecting, and I touched you and you were. Gracious it could happen to any of you.”[/i] He shook his head again.
“No babies…” the man repeated, his confusion finally wearing away. He wiped his brow with his arm, and rubbed his eyes. Heavens, were they to find any rest tonight? He realized the foolishness of his situation, sitting on the floor and panicking over a mere nightmare. And a nightmare about babies nonetheless. For Eru’s sake.
The man tried to bring himself together, climbing back upon the bed, and simply moving to lay down again. He lay almost rigidly on his back, staring up at the ceiling, even as his heart rate set itself back to normal. Oh confounded foolish dreams. What would Gilwen think of this? He chanced a glance to her.
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Post by Gilwen on Mar 29, 2010 12:40:09 GMT -5
The declaration of her not being with child confused Gilwen immediately. No, of course she was not with child. She and Faeldor had done nothing together that could have led to such a state, nor would she ever seek another man’s affections. She had certainly set it in her mind that one day Faeldor would bless her with a grey-eyed, beautiful baby. But that she would not accept until after their marriage. Was that what was bothering him so?
“No… there is nothing there. No babies. You are not having a baby. It seemed so real though; we were in this very same room, and you told me that you were expecting, and I touched you and you were. Gracious it could happen to any of you.”
As if to confirm his thought that she was not expecting, he slowly reached to touch her again. She bit her lip to fight back the small smile she felt growing within her. “No, Fael. I am not with child. But I must agree that it could happen to any woman; and I am glad for it.” It was no secret her heart longed to be a mother.
He had climbed back into bed, and she has slid as to allow him room once more. He looked utterly flushed and shaken; over a dream! She could contain it no longer. As he looked to her for a moment, she erupted into a very melodious reel of laughter. “Does the thought of my being with child frighten you Faeldor?” She asked quietly. “I do remember you telling me once that any child by me would please you. Are you a man who can face orcs but not children?”
She reached a hand to lay upon his chest a moment as she looked down at him. Surely his heart was in a flurry, and her eyes sparkled and her laughter continued, now renewed by his entire state. “Gracious, love. You could not have set me with child.” Such a dream! She leaned over, nuzzling her nose against his own and offering a quick kiss to his cheek. She had been worried as to what had awoken him with such a start; she had never imagined that such a thing would be the cause!
He loved children, and indeed she knew he loved her as well. They both had made known that they desired them one day. But to be so frightened by it! She offered another quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away and looking into his eyes. Though, where hers were filled with laughter and love, she assumed his would be filled with embarrassment and nerves. Oh, but she could hardly contain herself!
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Post by Faeldor on Mar 29, 2010 18:22:25 GMT -5
“No, Fael. I am not with child. But I must agree that it could happen to any woman; and I am glad for it.”
“You are glad for it!” Faeldor remarked, his eyes widening. Glad that she could be set with child at any moment? While, if he were in the right frame of mind, he would be pleased by such a comment, he could not thing to be pleased with it at this moment. He sighed, wondering if she were teasing him. Her eyes did seem to glint in a way.
Then she broke forth into laughter; and it was a deep unrivaled laughter. Why, the Stablemaster was not certain that he had ever heard Gilwen laugh in such a delightful way before. “Does the thought of my being with child frighten you Faeldor? I do remember you telling me once that any child by me would please you. Are you a man who can face orcs but not children?”
“Frighten me? For heavens sake no… I think I am quite fine with children…” he said dryly as the woman continued to laugh at him. “I do believe it is simply the fact that I am so worried for my dear sisters…” She was reeling! Faeldor narrowed his eyes at the woman for a moment as she looked at him; she could not contain herself it seemed. How was a nightmare of his so amusing? Would he not be comforting Gilwen if she had held a nightmare? And now she was teasing him for it. He forced a frown upon his face, still embarrassed over his show of nerves.
“Gracious, love. You could not have set me with child.”
“No, I suppose that I could not have,” he rolled back upon his side to face the woman. “By the high heavens, Gilwen…” Her eyes were so alight! Faeldor could hardly feign anger for so long when she smiled at him in such a way, and his own eyes soon gave his pleasure away. He began to relax again, and wrapped his arm about his lady, drawing her back against him, then leaning to kiss her cheek. “If you are going to laugh at me, I should give you something to laugh about…”
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Post by Gilwen on Mar 29, 2010 18:57:41 GMT -5
“You are glad for it!”
This caused the woman to laugh all the harder. “Of course I am, Fael. How else could I have children when the time is right for me to do so?” She felt a slight guilty for finding so much humor in his clear distress; though, had it concerned anything other than their own future children she would have handled it with mothering care and softness. Oh, but this! “I should think you would be glad of such things yourself,” she added pointedly, still laughing.
“Frighten me? For heavens sake no… I think I am quite fine with children…”
Gilwen laughed more, watching as his face turned to a frown. She kissed his cheek smiling and said, “Yes, you are.” That was the calmest thing she had spoken to him, and perhaps a bit of her own contentment had filled her. “I know you are worried for them, Faeldor. But do not worry for me.” After all, there was no guarantee she was going to be able to bear children in the first place. Nonetheless, these thoughts did nothing to dampen her spirits. She was still entirely too amused at the fact that such things made up your nightmares.
“By the high heavens, Gilwen…”
His frown caused her to sputter into laughter again, and she laughingly apologized. “I am sorry, love. I just imagined that if you were to have nightmares after such a day as this, it would hardly be about our children.” Perhaps an orc. Or a death of sorts. But babies? Babies that in truth Faeldor wished for! Her eyes indeed shone as the stars at that moment.
He seemed to not be able to hold his displeasure and soon smiled himself. She bit her lip to still herself, though the laughter that she held within silently poured from her eyes as she looked upon him. She felt his arm wrap about her and pull her close, and she felt a bristled kiss press against her cheek, and she began to settle slightly.
“If you are going to laugh at me, I should give you something to laugh about…”
Gilwen could hardly contain herself, allowing him to pull her so close. “You best be careful,” she said playful. “You said so yourself; it could happen at any time.” A few giggles escaped her, but then she was done, and she waited to find out what it was he was going to do to make her laugh. He certainly had done enough already! Nonetheless, with her amusement that still beamed through her brown eyes there was also love. She would never say such teasing words to him with intent to harm. Indeed, he had shared his love for her by teasing remarks at times. And while she had at first been flustered and unhappy with such things, she had learned to love the little moments for his eyes were ever so clear and bright when he did such things. Such a wonderful sight, her Faeldor’s eyes. She was completely lost within them now, too. For the sheer way the moon shone just right for her to see them begin to sparkle with his own amusement.
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Post by Faeldor on Mar 31, 2010 21:30:36 GMT -5
“I am sorry, love. I just imagined that if you were to have nightmares after such a day as this, it would hardly be about our children.”
“I think it is not our children that terrify me, but just the simple thought of you being with child. You cannot even imagine how for those painful moments I wondered how you had become with child were.” He moved his head just near Gilwen’s upon the pillow. His thoughts were not long kept by his nightmare, and even as he finished speaking he had delved back into his adoration for the lady. What a lovely woman. Oh, her eyes were glinting!
“You best be careful. You said so yourself; it could happen at any time.”
“Is that so?” Faeldor murmered. Her laughter and starry eyes were making the woman entirely irresistible. “I best be careful,” he repeated again, moving to kiss the woman a few times upon the cheek, brushing her lips, and letting his hand slide down over her waist, brushing the hem of her shirt.
He was still drowsy, yet, the temptation was unreproachable at the moment, and Faeldor let his hands first to knead lightly over the woman’s back, though, when he moved lower to the hem of her shirt again, he slipped his fingers beneath and moved to lightly brush against her stomach and tickle her. He did not know a girl who was not ticklish; though, he had hardly tried to tickle another besides his sisters and even his mother. And after Gilwen had teased him so, now he would not relent! He grinned in satisfaction. “I shall give you something to laugh over, surely,” he repeated his earlier words.
“I do adore your laughter; it is quite lovely; musical even.” Even as the man spoke he moved his hand upward over the edge of the lady’s ribs, and he shifted enough to let his other hand sneak beneath her chin to torment the nape of her neck with the same light strokes of his finger.
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Post by Gilwen on Mar 31, 2010 22:00:30 GMT -5
“I think it is not our children that terrify me, but just the simple thought of you being with child. You cannot even imagine how for those painful moments I wondered how you had become with child were.”
Gilwen’s smile softened a little, something of his words being actually wrenching. “I promise, Fael. When the time comes you shall have no need to wonder as to how.” The line was forward, but it seemed finally Gilwen understood she needed to comfort him. Her cheeks blushed slightly at the implications the statement gave, but she did not try to shy away from him; there was no room to do so, even if she had desired to.
“I best be careful.”
Gilwen smiled up at him, letting his lips rove across her cheeks, and then brush her own lips, letting his hand trail down her side. His fingertips brushed over her stomach, and for a moment Gilwen wondered if she needed to in fact make sure he was careful.
Nonetheless, instantly she was righted in her assumptions. It had been years since she had been tickled; Faeldor was relentless. Immediately she attempted to pull away, though she hit the firm opposition of a wall, and Faeldor’s fingers still held full access to her skin.
She had erupted into a sweet laughter, beginning to writhe and pull away. “Fael! Fael stop!” She was already breathless; her stomach was beginning to ache. He began to comment on her laughter though she could find no breath to answer, and attempted once more to wriggle her way free from his hands. “Stop! Fael!” Her laughter was singing out now. She was gasping for breath, her hands trying to pry his from her. “What will your stable hands think?” She asked.
His fingertips roved over her some more, and Gilwen lurched in an attempt to get away, and felt Faeldor’s fingers unintentionally brushed over her, and the woman instantly gasped, though still could not overcome her laughter. “Stop! I cannot breathe!” She gasped wrapping her arms about her to prevent another slip of Faeldor’s hands, her girlish giggles still singing out in the darkened room.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 2, 2010 11:58:45 GMT -5
“There are no stable hands here this late,” Faeldor answered happily. “Whyever would I need to stay overnight if I made my lads to stay the time?” he inquired to the woman, though expected no answer in return. She was in a fit of laughter, and writhing under his attempt to tickle her more.
What sweet laughter! Had he heard it so before? Faeldor nearly lost himself in it. Even despite her circumstances, Gilwen was often cheerful with the man; her eyes were glad, and her mood was even light. But what a lovely sound was coming from her dear, sweet lips. He had heard it before, yes; the very first night he had taken her to Fela Isilme. What a treasure she was.
“Stop! I cannot breathe!”
The Stablemaster chuckled at her exclamations, though perhaps it was time to relent. “I very well wish to keep you breathing,” the man said cheerfully, slowing his tickling, and then finally stopping. He reluctantly slid his hands from her skin, and moved a bit on the bed to release the sweet lady from the trap he had set her in. “I will remember well that you are so ticklish… I did say that I would make you laugh,” Faeldor commented.
He gave her chance for some moments to calm herself, though, she was too compelling and it was not long before Faeldor had delicately wrapped the woman up again, bringing her to rest in the crook of his arm, and moving to pull the ruffled blankets back over them.
“Now, do you think we might sleep some more this night?” he questioned some minutes later as he felt Gilwen’s breaths finally slow. “I think that after our evening, we certainly need the rest; and both of us need consciousness to work in the morning, do we not?” Faeldor’s own nerves had calmed, and he was once more growing in weariness. The night still had many hours to pass; and certainly there was nothing else to trouble them. He sighed, making no other motion than to kiss Gilwen’s hair.
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The hours passed without further regard for nightmare or ill event, and soon the early morning twilight came upon the great White City. The birds that roosted in the stone crevaces began their chirruping songs, and the early risers begin to leave their homes for whatever work or advent would approach them that day.
This now, was usually the time when Faeldor would rise; his innate feeling of pre-dawn waking him. Though it was not so this morning. Such was the wearisome day previous, and with being woken twice in the night. His body certainly needed the rest, as well as his healing arm. Gilwen’s warm body curled against him also did nothing to cause him to rise; entirely content he was at having her by his side.
It was not until dawn’s early light spread began to trickle in through the open window, that three sharp raps on the wooden door startled the man from his sleep. He took a moment to adjust awake; and though he was rather well rested, he inwardly groaned. The knocks sounded again, and Faeldor jumped up to pull on his shirt.
“Who is it? One moment,” he called through the doorway. Gilwen was certainly awake by now, and he gave her a hurried look. She could not be seen in here! What ill fated rumor would have them if the stable lads thought that she had spent the night with him. Well she has spent the night with me, he reasoned, though, not in the way that the boys would surely conclude. Gilwen needed no mark upon her name here in the stables it was certain, for this seemed to be the only refuge she held left.
“It is me, Bregor,” the young boy answered sheepishly. Surely this morning was no different than any other, and the Stablemaster expected the boy to report to him first thing for his list of daily chores.
Faeldor gave his lady no time to dress, nor did he even consider that she put her boots back on. He would not spare speech either; he simply whisked her sleepy body from the bed to the window, and motioned for her to climb out. “Just wait a few minutes and then come around the side,” he whispered, grinning a bit, and brushing his lips against her cheek. There was something quite amusing to the man; to think that in less than a day she was forced to exit through window twice. He would certainly tease her over the matter later.
“Master Faeldor, are you well?” the stable lad questioned again, as it seemed to him that the man was usually quick and bright in the morning. Though, he considered the fact that perhaps he had slept in. The boy had never known Faeldor to sleep in; but then, he must certainly check.
“Yes, quite, just a moment, lad,” Faeldor answered, rushing about the room to grab Gilwen’s boots. He then sought the pile of clothing which she had folded nicely upon the chair of his desk, and with his armload, moved to the window, to lightly drop everything out.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 3, 2010 13:22:25 GMT -5
Gilwen had drifted to sleep easily, utterly exhausted by the amount of energy spent in her laughter. More than this, she pressed herself close to her Faeldor, and his warmth eased her all the more and let her sleep all the deeper. It seemed there was no time wasted between the moment she set her mind to rest and the time she had begun to slumber.
Morning had come too soon, surely. Gilwen had felt Faeldor stir, and had sat up herself, her hand for a moment rubbing her eyes. It truly did last only a moment, because just seconds later she was wide awake. Someone was knocking. “Who is it? One moment.”
Oh, Eru! In his quarters! Immediately there was a scrambling flurry to rid herself of the blankets. Before she had even gotten out of bed though, Faeldor had swept her up in his arms and placed her in front of the window. Gilwen looked at him for a moment astounded. She was very well still in her undergarments, though upon his hurried motion for her to leave, she did manage to work herself through, dropping down quietly unto the stone-paved ground below. She whirled about just in time to see Faeldor drop her stuff down with her, offering her a quick kiss to her cheek through the window and bidding her to wait before going around the side. Gilwen nodded to him, gathering her things and ducking out of sight of the window, beginning to hurriedly dress herself. Her brown eyes flicked about, on watch for any eyes that might find her as she hurriedly worked with her garments.
The Valar had surely smiled on her again because she was able to ready herself without any trouble. She finished lacing her boots and stood, running a hand through her hair to see if it gave at least a vacant impression that she was well kept. It was high time for her to go to work; surely she would be sent away without pay for the fact she did not have her uniform. She tossed a look back to the window a moment before quietly sneaking her around the stone of the stable and melding in with those passing without so much as raising any suspicion. She sighed; today was sure to be a long day.
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