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piosenniel · 09-07-2003, 08:19 PM

In the midst of tenderness and the insistent embrace of love, the sadness seeped in.

It has come. she heard him say, and then, the soft, last desperate plea. For her....let us be together. For her and for our family. And if there is some price to pay in life or beyond, I will gladly pay it . . .

Pio cried out, and she struggled to rise from her bed.

Cami! No!

Mithadan locked her in his embrace, whispering gentle words. ‘I heard them also, Piosenniel. Stay with me. We can do nothing now.’ His lips sought her tear-stained cheeks, and then her lips – gently at first, and then with greater urgency, he plucked their kisses. He drew her down and she lost herself for a space of time in the overwhelming solace of his arms.

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Isilmir and Gilwen cared not for the comings and goings of those secondary to their needs. Their cries woke the one they wanted and she came to them, drawing them toward her for comfort and fulfillment. She brought them back to bed with her.

Mithadan was awake and watched their greedy mouths seeking sustenance and the slaking of their needs. Much as I have done. he thought, his fingers resting lightly against her thigh.

The pale fingers of first daylight crept in through the crack in the curtains. The twins, sated, had dropped off to sleep once again, her milk rimming their now slack lips. Pio reached out with her mind for Cami. There was nothing . . . nothing at all . . . nor was there any hint of Maura . . . or of the children . . . and none of Lórien . . .

They are gone, then. she thought to herself, her thoughts spilling over into Mithadan’s awareness. She laid the sleeping twins next to her, and he grasped her hand in sorrowed understanding.

He rose with her, then, drawing his robe around him, and went to Cami and Maura’s room. One ember still lay smoldering in the fireplace. It hissed and popped, breaking apart as they entered the now cold and empty room.

Come with me. she asked of him.

Where is it that you wish to go? he said gently, clasping her hand.

The pond . . . where they dwelt in happiness for a brief time . . . I would say my final good-byes there. She sighed in resignation, a shuddering breath that held back the full extent of her surrender to events she could not alter.

09-07-2003, 08:19 PM	#93
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	In the midst of tenderness and the insistent embrace of love, the sadness seeped in. It has come. she heard him say, and then, the soft, last desperate plea. For her....let us be together. For her and for our family. And if there is some price to pay in life or beyond, I will gladly pay it . . . Pio cried out, and she struggled to rise from her bed. Cami! No! Mithadan locked her in his embrace, whispering gentle words. ‘I heard them also, Piosenniel. Stay with me. We can do nothing now.’ His lips sought her tear-stained cheeks, and then her lips – gently at first, and then with greater urgency, he plucked their kisses. He drew her down and she lost herself for a space of time in the overwhelming solace of his arms. ~~~~~~~~~~ Isilmir and Gilwen cared not for the comings and goings of those secondary to their needs. Their cries woke the one they wanted and she came to them, drawing them toward her for comfort and fulfillment. She brought them back to bed with her. Mithadan was awake and watched their greedy mouths seeking sustenance and the slaking of their needs. Much as I have done.* he thought, his fingers resting lightly against her thigh. The pale fingers of first daylight crept in through the crack in the curtains. The twins, sated, had dropped off to sleep once again, her milk rimming their now slack lips. Pio reached out with her mind for Cami. There was nothing . . . nothing at all . . . nor was there any hint of Maura . . . or of the children . . . and none of Lórien . . . They are gone, then. she thought to herself, her thoughts spilling over into Mithadan’s awareness. She laid the sleeping twins next to her, and he grasped her hand in sorrowed understanding. He rose with her, then, drawing his robe around him, and went to Cami and Maura’s room. One ember still lay smoldering in the fireplace. It hissed and popped, breaking apart as they entered the now cold and empty room. Come with me. she asked of him. Where is it that you wish to go? he said gently, clasping her hand. The pond . . . where they dwelt in happiness for a brief time . . . I would say my final good-byes there. She sighed in resignation, a shuddering breath that held back the full extent of her surrender to events she could not alter. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.