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piosenniel · 11-19-2002, 04:01 PM

Pio held up her right hand in the bright sunlight. She looked at the slender band of gold on her index finger and grinned. ‘No more lectures from Tuor on the efficacy of traditional symbols to cement a union.’ she thought to herself.

The thought of Tuor and his fatherly admonishment of her before the rescue reminded her of the gift he had pressed on her. She fumbled at the small purse on her belt, her fingers seeking the thin circlet within. ‘Ah! Here it is.’ she said, drawing the slender gold ring out and placing it on the palm of her hand. ‘This is Tuor’s gift to us.’ She drew Mithadan close to her. ‘Look at the markings on the outside of the band. I never noticed them before.’ Seven swan feathers wove round the outer surface in a fine tracery.

She took Mithadan’s right hand in her left and placed the ring securely on his index finger, repeating the blessings she had said with him not all that long ago, calling on Varda, Manwë, and Eru to bless and strengthen their union.

Then she kissed him lightly on the lips, and laughing, smoothed his raven hair, shot with silver, back from his brow. ‘Why do you laugh?’ he asked, drawing her into the circle of his arms.

‘Because,’ she said, laughing once again, ‘it will probably take all three of them to see us safely through this marriage venture!’

He bent his head to her, and stopped her laughter with his kisses, pulling her close in a tight embrace.

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‘We had best go down now, Piosenniel. Our companions will be worrying about us.’ He laughed as he thought about it. ‘Although, Bird, by now, is probably laying bets on who has bested whom.’

‘Or wondering which of my many ways I picked to do you in.’ returned the Elf. ‘And Angara is probably scouring the lower slopes as we speak, looking to see how far down the hillside your poor body bounced when I tossed you over.’

They walked hand in hand toward the rim of the summit. Pio called to the Dragon.

Angara! We are ready to go down now.

[ November 20, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

11-19-2002, 04:01 PM	#415
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Pio held up her right hand in the bright sunlight. She looked at the slender band of gold on her index finger and grinned. ‘No more lectures from Tuor on the efficacy of traditional symbols to cement a union.’ she thought to herself. The thought of Tuor and his fatherly admonishment of her before the rescue reminded her of the gift he had pressed on her. She fumbled at the small purse on her belt, her fingers seeking the thin circlet within. ‘Ah! Here it is.’ she said, drawing the slender gold ring out and placing it on the palm of her hand. ‘This is Tuor’s gift to us.’ She drew Mithadan close to her. ‘Look at the markings on the outside of the band. I never noticed them before.’ Seven swan feathers wove round the outer surface in a fine tracery. She took Mithadan’s right hand in her left and placed the ring securely on his index finger, repeating the blessings she had said with him not all that long ago, calling on Varda, Manwë, and Eru to bless and strengthen their union. Then she kissed him lightly on the lips, and laughing, smoothed his raven hair, shot with silver, back from his brow. ‘Why do you laugh?’ he asked, drawing her into the circle of his arms. ‘Because,’ she said, laughing once again, ‘it will probably take all three of them to see us safely through this marriage venture!’ He bent his head to her, and stopped her laughter with his kisses, pulling her close in a tight embrace. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘We had best go down now, Piosenniel. Our companions will be worrying about us.’ He laughed as he thought about it. ‘Although, Bird, by now, is probably laying bets on who has bested whom.’ ‘Or wondering which of my many ways I picked to do you in.’ returned the Elf. ‘And Angara is probably scouring the lower slopes as we speak, looking to see how far down the hillside your poor body bounced when I tossed you over.’ They walked hand in hand toward the rim of the summit. Pio called to the Dragon. Angara! We are ready to go down now. [ November 20, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.