~Can you help me, Lord Olorin ?~ [COMPLETED]

[aurora]

‘Of course, my Lord, all the ellyths among my people have heard… nay, been warned of being caught alone with one of the Noldor,’ she grinned skyward as she laid back in the glow and the crackle of the fire, the smell of good meat and warm wine warming the dark evening. ‘Most are like me,’ she said, ‘or, I suppose I am like most, except that…. To me, the Noldor do not seem so scary,’ she smiled, watching him in the orange glow… and his own glow, memories, a wall of confidence and authority, and deep knowledge and apathy about him. ‘My father wishes I could be more like others, less of a worry to him, he thinks me too eager to find danger. All I wish to do is know the world, see it. He speaks of the glory of Valinor, but I have no wish to see it, or to dwell there, not when there is so much of beauty here,’ her fingers fell through the soft grass.
‘I feel young here…. That there is so much greatness and beauty that I missed, greater than is here now, I feel….’ She smiled, ‘I feel very small, and unimportant, tales of the past are always humbling to hear of… especially from those that were there, and have known first hand what it is I have missed.’
She leaned on one slender arm, watching him from beneath a half spill of hair. ‘You play beautifully,’ she said, ‘you are very gifted, my Lord Tindomion.’
She was not blind or ignorant of desire, and to see it in his dark eyes stirred her, her hand lifting from the grass to lift away his hair from his eyes.
‘Are all the Noldor like you? All of the Feanorians? Of whom I have heard such great… and terrible things,’ Her hair feathered his shoulders as she rose on her arm, leaning over him, her fingers brushing the strings of his harp as she bent her head, her lips brushing the velvet of his. ‘You do not look so terrible, wont you lay aside your thoughts of once great kingdoms for a night?’

[aurora]

'And if all Noldor are like you.... they would have long ago been chased out fo the Greenwood by the men of my people,' there was a laugh in her voice, which was like like the purring of a cat, stretching luxuriously after its meal.
She never felt such after a night with a lover, yes it would be passionate, and pleasurable... but not like this, somehow he made it so much more, like a wolf, like something that was so much a part of arda, fiercly beautiful, he was not a man who would murmer I love you, when both knew this was naught to do with love, and neither wanted it to be.
The sun was rising, over them, and the dying embers of their fire, their horses resting near by.
'Daylight calls us on,' she said, leaning over him, in a spill of wildly tussled hair, 'but you are more alive by night,' she smiled, steeling a kiss before he could protest, or say otherwise.

They waited for their horses to feed and water before mounting and riding onwards, Aurora's horse, though a few hands smaller than Tindomion's, riding alongside. Little was said, but it was a natural silence, enjoying one and others company, undoubtlably with the night before at least was on her mind, when she looked at him, smiling, almost to herself, envisioning him in a tussle of hair, and tense muscles, of intense pleasure breaking across his beautiful face.

'Is this you then, Lord Tindomion? Thinking by day, abandoned by night, all the while, ever watchful, ever ready for a battle or a fight, always with something to do and somewhere to be,' her slender hand smoothed and patted the strong neck of his dark horse.
'I have never known another like you.'

[aurora]

'Maybe one day they will see fit to return...and make Arda interesting again,' she smiled.
There was nothing to compare him to, having not seen the eldar Days, the might and beauty of Doriath and those that dwelled there, of Melian and her king, she had not seen the vast rolling oceans that their ships sailed, hared the ring of steel which seemed to emulate from him as he walked, nor the music of the eldar days which was in his voice, the memories that were in his eyes, she had scarce been from her woodland home, and to the Valleys and forests of Imladris, but he seemed as if he had seen the world, and found his place in it.

'I am not so different from those of my kin,' she said, 'save that most are married, and are married young, and I do not wish to be, love is.... it seems too great a thing to hurry, and I have been in love, she smiled, almost mischievously, 'often, but fleetingly, if I were to have married the first man I loved...it would have gotten awkward,' she laughed.
'You are interesting, my lord,' her own smile flashed in return, 'and in such a way that it does not bore me to hear of your past and of your thoughts, and you certainly do not droan on about them.'
It was true that although she was past the age for an elyth to be married, long before now she could have been left to tend a husband and raise a family, but with him she felt so young, a bystander to all that the world had to behold, She loved her family, her mother and father, but it was not the fierce, intense love that she say in his eyes, when, rarely, he spoke of his father, or his kin, there was such haughtiness and pride there, but his heart was old, immortal, and wise to the ways of life and love.

'I do not bore you completely then, Lord Tindomion? The stories I have heard, of the women of Doriath, Aredhel, even Nerdanel, I cannot begin to imagine leading such a life... or the least I can do is imagine.'
'I saw Glorfindel, in Imladris, not to speak to, but Lord Elrond is kind, and is good to me, but I know there is much of him that I have not seen, so little past the wise and Kindly elf-lord who sits in his library and teaches herb lore to his sons. There is something about this time that... subdues us, I believe.'