Heee. To take a break in a hotspring with Fingon or not? Now THAT is a good question….
Once Fingon was free from his duties, just like you, you practically kidnapped him and led him to one of your favourite spots. You knew about a hidden valley with hotspring. It had always been a nice place, but since the coming of the new lights, it became even more beautiful with various flowers blooming there.
"Now, you worked hard enough, mellon nín. You should enjoy your well deserved rest. Who knows, maybe once you renew and uplift your spirit, you will find a solution to any issue that keeps you busy," you told him softly.
Fingon looked at you searchingly, his cheeks dusted with rosy color shade, his steely grey-blue eyes gleaming with something that hat your own cheeks heating up.
"That does sound nice. Are you...by any chance...joining me?" his look was now full of amusement and mischief. And maybe a bit of longing too.
His request sounded like it was the most natural thing in the world. And yet...you felt a few hot waves coursing through every cell of your body. You have always bathed separately, one always guarding each other's safety. You looked into a basket, where you had prepared anything necessary - a snack for you both, vial of liquid herbal soap as well as towels. You realized you took more than one, and that Fingon probably noticed it as well. Oh Eru...
"Or...has that been way too...-"
"I'll join you," you blurted out, now red like a tomato.
"Now it sounds even better," Fingon beamed at you. "Want to go first?"
Before long, both of you enjoyed soothing hot waters, washing away any stress, and helping you both relax. After a longer moment of nervous silence, you found your voice again.
"Want me...to wash your hair?" you offered shyly.
"I would love that. Will you let me return the favour?" Fingon tilted his head. Both of you never had been this intimate before. He certainly did not mind.
"That...would be nice," you nodded.
He turned his back to you and let you swim close. Now you could admire his muscles from much lesser distance than usually, when you watched him train together with his soldiers and brothers. It didn't take long for you to notice, how relaxed he became, when you started unbraiding his rich dark hair with utmost care. He closed his eyes, and you could see the tension in his posture slowly dissolving. His breathing deepened and you noticed, he dozed off. You knew you will never forget the look of peace he had, as you washed his silken locks and massaged his scalp, as well as the sounds of his content sighs. You didn't want to stop anytime soon.
Fingon did let you spoil him a bit, he felt how much he needed this. You were always there, making his days better. You had already finished and just kept caressing him, when something brightened his face and he opened his eyes again, quickly finding yours.
"Now it's my turn," he smiled, his stare practically caressing your face. There was something far warmer and softer than you had ever seen. You nodded - you knew you would do anything for him. The feel of his long fingers, calloused with weapon use browsing through your own hair, untangling and unbraiding it was wonderful. You nearly moaned as he massaged your scalp, lathering your hair. You never thought his touch could be that gentle. It was pure, heavenly bliss.
"You know, y/n, this is something I certainly would not mind getting used to," you heard him close to your ear. "You always show so much care towards me that it never fails to make my days better."
"I'm glad to know that," you smile.
"I must admit, I never expected to find my most cherished lady here, in Middle-Earth, far from bliss of Valinor." Your eyes widened. Did you hear well? Or were you just dreaming? You turned to him.
"Do you have any idea, how splendid you look, your cheeks blushing like that? Like rosebuds, opening to warm tickling of Arien's radiance in the morning..." Fingon paused to lay cup the side of your face with his palm.
"You always manage to capture my heart when you shower me with your kindness and mirth," his other hand found yours, taking it gently.
"If you feel the same...would you agree to me courting you?"
So, your answer is...?
by scroll anon <(*///*)>
Feeling your heart stop momentarily, the wind was gone from your lungs and only his words resonated in mind. Gaping at his words with a small smile at the corner of your lips, it soon turned into a grin at recognition.
Gone were your response in mind, for they fell gracefully from your lips.
"...yes. I would be honoured to have you court me."
Why the heck would I say no to a miraculous question? 😆
PS: Wrong blog you posted the ask to😆