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piosenniel · 11-19-2002, 02:02 PM

Mithadan's Post:

He took the knife by its hilts and gazed at it thoughtfully. Then his eyes widened and he turned to her. "You didn't think that I... with this...that I would..."

She snorted. "I did not know what to think," she answered. "You were distressed and reached for it, and you were holding it when I arrived."

Mithadan straighted his shoulders. "Life is the gift of the One and none should cast away that gift without great reason or need," he said huffily.

Piosenniel laughed. "Now that is the Mithadan I know; ever riddled by rules and traditions. Though I do not disagree with you," she added hastily as he scowled.

His face softened. He slipped the knife into his pouch and took her hands again. "My fair Piosenniel," he began. "I said, long ago it now seems, that 'I will have you for a day, for a season or for a lifetime, if you will have me.' I have given my word and my heart to you. You have only to take them; they are yours." He lifted his hand to her hair and placed his forehead against hers. "This," he said, "is yours." And he opened his mind to her. When they separated, her eyes shone with tears and her lip seemed to threaten to quiver, so he kissed her, tenderly at first, then with greater urgency.

When they parted he smiled and looked up at the sky. Then he reached down into his pouch and brought forth a gold ring. "You must have something of mine now," he said. He slipped it on her finger and then clasped her hand tightly and there, on Eru's Mount, he repeated again his vows to her. When he had finished, he caressed her face. "Together, Piosenniel," he said. "Together we will face the world."

[ November 19, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

11-19-2002, 02:02 PM	#414
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Mithadan's Post: He took the knife by its hilts and gazed at it thoughtfully. Then his eyes widened and he turned to her. "You didn't think that I... with this...that I would..." She snorted. "I did not know what to think," she answered. "You were distressed and reached for it, and you were holding it when I arrived." Mithadan straighted his shoulders. "Life is the gift of the One and none should cast away that gift without great reason or need," he said huffily. Piosenniel laughed. "Now that is the Mithadan I know; ever riddled by rules and traditions. Though I do not disagree with you," she added hastily as he scowled. His face softened. He slipped the knife into his pouch and took her hands again. "My fair Piosenniel," he began. "I said, long ago it now seems, that 'I will have you for a day, for a season or for a lifetime, if you will have me.' I have given my word and my heart to you. You have only to take them; they are yours." He lifted his hand to her hair and placed his forehead against hers. "This," he said, "is yours." And he opened his mind to her. When they separated, her eyes shone with tears and her lip seemed to threaten to quiver, so he kissed her, tenderly at first, then with greater urgency. When they parted he smiled and looked up at the sky. Then he reached down into his pouch and brought forth a gold ring. "You must have something of mine now," he said. He slipped it on her finger and then clasped her hand tightly and there, on Eru's Mount, he repeated again his vows to her. When he had finished, he caressed her face. "Together, Piosenniel," he said. "Together we will face the world." [ November 19, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.