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[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]
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e.e. cummings, from ‘to stand(alone) in some’ (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]
Elendil in armor
#when The Most Competent Man Ever plays along with your death threat
Lloyd Owen as Elendil
The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power 1x05
LLOYD OWEN as ELENDIL THE LORD OF THE RINGS: RINGS OF POWER | 1.05
LLOYD OWEN as Elendil THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Rings of Power 1x07: The Eye 2022 - | dir. Charlotte Brändström
Me remembering Elendil and Isildur are protected by plot armour:
Me when Elendil does not know this:
valid input 😅
If Halbrand is Sauron, then that scene of him saving Elendil in battle is gonna be so poetic and so painful come the end of the series.
THE RINGS OF POWER
1.07 | The Eye
ELENDIL X FEM FRIEND CASTAWAY
I'm sorry if is a bit long, but, suprise! I hope all you like it 💕
It’s hot, wherever you are, because you don’t know it. You only know that in this right moment you should be in the paradise. Underneath of your back there are sheets of a very comfortable bed, maybe your mind is a little bit misty, but isn’t matter. You don’t know how you have arrived to here, but you care less about it when you feel a warm breathe in your neck. A big hands touch your waist and a lips kiss along your neck and your jawline until your own lips. You realize that a trace of fire burn your skin softly, you can’t open your eyes, but can move your hands to caress the face that is spoiling you. Your fingers touch a beard and you smell the sea.
You recognises who is that person and when you do it, open your eyes and realize that you was dreaming.
Dreaming with Elendil.
You observe the ceiling conscious of was an almost wet dream.
You sigh very deep. Damn it. This is not the first time you have dreams like that, but you hoped with the time they disappeared, especially this month when he isn’t in home.
I’m a fucking ungrateful, you think.
You have unholy dreams with the man that saved you, with the man who bring you a home, almost a job and a life. He rescued you from the sea and gave you a new life.
You whine with a long sigh and realize that your nightgown is a bit wet due to sweat, use your hands to fan your face and shake the dress to allow the air dry your skin. Well, now you need a bath. So, leave your room and down the stair to go the bathroom, but a tasty and sweet scent guides you to the kitchen.
Maybe, Eärien brought me some sweet bread and jam, you think when you remember that she came yesterday today and ask you for help with plants.
But you freeze in the site, the floor of marble is cold and a shiver across your back and you shake. Not for the cold, but the person who is sitting in front of you isn’t Eärien or Isildulr, is their father. Elendil.
Shit.
You gasp when in your mind appears the images of the dream, and you fight with your facial expression, you contain a fierce blush in your cheeks but not the surprise to watch him there. Now.
“Morning’”, he greets.
You hurry up to answer him to he doesn’t suppose there are something strange with you and your thoughts.
“Good morning”
“I took some bread and honey”, he says, but he doesn’t look at you, and you’re grateful, isn’t the moment that he observes you when you’re stunned.
From your lips escape a little “Oh” and approach to the countertop, you want turn your back to him to he won’t see your face. The view of the breath with honey and butter let your mouth-watering and your stomach groans. But, maybe this is a good opportunity, if he finish earlier, he doesn’t pay attention in to you. So, you start the usual chat when he arrives.
“When did you arrive?”
“This morning”
“Did you do all paperwork and ship stuff yet?”
Right now you feel like your mother, so you decide to shut up and listen, while you cut a piece of bread and take rosemary.
“Yes, we arrive when the first lights of the day was about to dawn, so we could do everything, the paperwork, talk with the regent, you know it the usual”.
You nod with a little sound of appreciation. You sprinkle the rosemary and you’re tempted to take some cheese from the pantry. To disappear now maybe is a good option until your thoughts in your mind are calm, because the storm in your inside and in your chest didn’t calm, only rage stronger when you listened his voice. You want to pinch yourself because he owes you nothing, Elendil is just an only good man.
And my freaking friend!, you yell to you.
You don’t realize that he isn’t talking, and much less he has stood up and approached to you. And when you realize it is because you feel his warm breath in your cheek. You wince and open your eyes and look behind the window. The day is windy but warm, the wind wave the bushes and the trees of the garden. You want to focus in the exterior, but you can. You feel him behind you, he’s calm and he says nothing.
“Not working today?”
You get to control your body when you feel and listen his voice in your ear, you nail the piece of bread that there is in your hand.
“Yeah, I… I don’t work today, is my day off”.
You open your mouth and close it some times, you don’t know what to say. If you don’t work tomorrow, if you wanted to stop for market this morning or walk for the beach this afternoon.
“So, don’t have any plans?”
You gasp when recognise a deep pitch in his voice, your body reacts and you remember the dream of this morning. You shake when the fabric of his sleeve rub your elbow and his breath touch your neck.
You mutter something incomprehensible and you moan when feel his lips in your shoulder, his hair falls in your neck and he rises toward to your neck with his mouth while he speaks.
“I missed you”
You close your eyes and move your head on the opposite side to let him more skin to kiss. A goosebumps do that your nipples make harden and a sigh escape from your mouth.
“Me too”, you answer and you don’t realize you’re talking.
His hands touches your waist from your back and ascend along your ribs to down again until your legs. Elendil continues kissing your neck, and he arrives to your ear, he bites softly and pull. You can’t avoid moan and incline to him to feel his warm more.
“When I was in the sea I was thinking”.
You open your eyes and by chance Elendil bends forwards and you watch both of you in the reflection of the window, which makes you moan, especially when he touches the line between of your ribs and your boobs.
“About what?” you manage to say.
“You”.
Suddenly, he moves away and before you realize of that and complain, he takes you very softly and makes you spin to see him. Your heart stutter inside of your chest. He looks so beautiful and happy, his blue eyes glow and he has a smile in his mouth. You return him the smile and he moves away a lock from your face to watch you better. His finger stay in your cheek and you take his hand and kiss it while you look at him.
“I have thinking about you, too”, you mutter.
He raise his eyebrows and half-smile before Elendil takes you from the back and kisses you.
Well, the bath and the breakfast will have to wait.
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