Title: Desires IV
Type: FPS
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Rating: R
Pairing: Elrond/?
Warnings: Possible incest between father and son. If this not to your 
liking,
please don’t read any further…
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
No profit or such is made from this.
Beta(s): Nienna
Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does
take place after Celebrían’s departure…
Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and
refused to let go until I wrote this…
Summary:  Elrond desires his son…

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“I…I think it would be better…if…if you left,” I brought out with
difficulty, at the same time desperately wanting my son to stay.

“I can not go. What I feel…it will drive me insane. Yes, you are my father,
but I want you as my lover. I *need* you.” He stopped speaking and
stared at me. “You want me too,” he continued softly. “It is there, in your
eyes; your need, your want, your desire.”

“El…” I began to protest feebly, only for a finger to cover my lips.

“Hush,” he said soothingly. I recognised the tone; it was one I often used
in the Houses of Healing to calm my patients. I realised with some
surprise that his voice sounded so like mine; had it always been that way?

“I think I understand now what Erestor meant.” His words brought my
mind back to the present.

“Erestor?”

“He said we needed to heal…it is because of the guilt we both feel over
Naneth. We both feel we failed her in some way…do you think that? Do
you feel you failed her?” My son stepped away from me. I could see he
was reliving in his mind when he and his twin found Celebrían; the grief
was clearly etched on his face.

“I did what I could to help her,” I said carefully. Then, with sudden 
clarity, I realised Erestor *was* right. We did need to heal. Blame, guilt, grief;
they hung heavily on both of us, weighing us down. Somehow we both
felt that we should have done more, yet knowing that, in the end, we could
not. The damage had been too great. We ended up deluding ourselves into
believing that things would be the same as before, but that delusion swiftly
turned into reality, crushing us, leaving us with a sense of failure. But
would becoming lovers help heal us? Would it take that sense of failure
away? Of that I was not sure. I looked at my son, prepared to say more,
but stopped. On his face I saw an insecurity and frailness that I had not
seen before.

‘You and he are more alike than you realise.’ Celebrían’s words suddenly
ghosted through my mind. ‘He hides his fear, his insecurity under a mask
of strength, as you do. He will only show them to one he feels he can trust
to be so open with, one who will understand what he is going through.
That someone will be you. The time will come when you and he will need
each other. You will come together in a way neither of you will expect yet,
when it happens, it will be right for both of you. Do not be afraid when
that time comes.’ I took a deep breath, wondering why her words were
coming back to me now. Had my wife foreseen what was going to happen?
If so, why had she not said anything? I shook my head, trying to make
sense of it all.

“Adar?”

Once more I looked at my son, and I felt the familiar surge of desire and
love for him. I knew then what had to be done. I wanted to banish his
feelings of insecurity and guilt, and therefore banish my own. I was no
longer going to worry whether I would be condemned or not. I would act
upon my feelings, my desires, and allow him to do the same. The time for
pretence was over. I stepped towards him and brought my hand to his face.
“Come to my chamber tonight,” I whispered, before pressing my lips on
his. He stiffened, but only for a moment. Then he leant into me, his mouth
opening in silent invitation, and my tongue allowed itself the luxury of
tasting his sweetness. It was addictive, and I deepened the kiss, plundering
his mouth, feeling his tongue slide alongside mine. By the Valar, I could
not believe how right this felt to me. It was as if it really was meant to 
be.

My shaft was throbbing within my leggings, and for a brief moment I
contemplated taking him right then and there. Instead I broke the kiss. We
were both breathing heavily, and his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded with
desire. I knew mine would be no different.

“I do not think I can wait until tonight,” he said, and laughed shakily.

“Tempting as it is to have you now, I wish to do this properly. I want to
take you in my bed and make love to you, and I want to wake up in the
morning holding you in my arms…where you belong.”

“I am supposed to go on patrol tomorrow…” he began.

“You will not be going anywhere,” I said strongly. “You asked me to give
you reason to stop putting your life at risk, and I have every intention of
doing so. And your brother follows your lead; if you stay in Imladris, so
does he.” I smiled a little wickedly. “If I have my way, you will find it
extremely uncomfortable to sit on a horse at all.”

“Is that a threat, or a promise?”

“Definitely a promise…I do not make idle boasts, as you well know.” We
were both smiling; then I sobered.

“This hunger, this need I feel for you…it has overwhelmed me for so long.
I am surprised only Erestor has noticed,” I said.

“I know. I sometimes wonder if Erestor knows us better than we know
ourselves.”

I smiled ruefully. “I suspect he does. I wonder if there is anything he
knows about us that we do not. It is a little frightening really.” The last
comment elicited a snort of laughter from my son.

“Frightening, indeed.” He looked into my eyes. “Until tonight,” he said
softly, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before stepping away.
I watched as he left, turning briefly to flash a brief, almost flirtatious 
smile at me.

Until tonight…

To be continued in ‘Desires V’…

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Elvish translations:	adar – father


Title: Desires V
Type: FPS
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Rating: R
Pairing: Elrond/?
Warnings: Possible incest between father and son. If this not to your 
liking,
please don’t read any further…
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
No profit or such is made from this.
Beta(s): Nienna
Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does
take place after Celebrían’s departure…
Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and
refused to let go until I wrote this…
Summary:  Elrond desires his son…
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Later that evening…

Nursing a glass of miruvor in my hand, I stood on the balcony and stared
into the night sky. My son had still not arrived, and I was beginning to
wonder if he had changed his mind. If he had, I was determined to go and
find him. The gates had been opened; nothing could be done now to close
them again.

I closed my eyes, reliving what had happened earlier in the afternoon. The
kiss was still so vivid in my memory, to the point where I imagined I
could still taste his sweetness. I felt my shaft hardening at the thought.
There was a soft knock at my door. Thankful that my robe was covering
the evidence of my thoughts, I made my way to the door and opened it.
My son stood there, an apologetic look on his face. He was still dressed in
the sheer tunic and leggings from the afternoon, though he had unbound
the braids from his hair, and his feet were bare.

“I am sorry I am a little late…my brother deemed it necessary to give me
some last minute advice.” I stared at him as he walked into the room.

“Advice?” I questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Aye, advice. It seems Erestor has not been the only observant one.” I
paused for a moment, taking in what my son had said.

“What did you tell him?” I asked warily.

“What could I tell him?” My son shrugged his shoulders in what appeared
to be a helpless gesture. “I told him the truth; I could never lie to him, 
ever. I learnt that whenever I tried he would manage to get the truth out of me,
one way or the other. He always knew, somehow. In the end I found it
easier to just tell him the truth and be done with it.”

In that long-winded explanation two words jumped out at me: the truth.
The truth. Oh Valar. Erestor I knew I could rely on; discretion was a word
that was paramount to him, a word that he took seriously in his role as
advisor. And he seemed to be in favour of my pursuing something that
went past the normal father-son relationship. But what of my other son? I
knew I had to pursue this; I could not, *would* not, proceed further until I
knew.

“What was his reaction?” My heart was beating rapidly. It seemed so loud
to my ears that I was sure my son could hear it too.

“Favourable.”

“Favourable?” I did not know what else to say. Making my way to the
table, I poured some more miruvor into my goblet and took a large
swallow.

“Do you mean to say that your brother has no objections? None at all?”

My son smiled and poured himself some miruvor into the spare goblet
standing on the table.

“None,” he reaffirmed, taking a sip. “He was very much in favour of it,
and went so far as to ask what took us so long.”

I sat down in the chair next to the table, my mind in turmoil. I closed my
eyes. Who else in Imladris would have noticed? Everyone? Would they be
as understanding as Erestor? Or as understanding as my other son seemed
to be? Suddenly there was a weight on my legs.

“You are thinking too much again. If anyone else has noticed, adar, then
so be it. We will deal with any consequences if and when they happen.” I
opened my eyes and stared into the amused eyes of my son.

“Easy for you to say,” I retorted, not feeling as reassured as he seemed to
be. Taking the goblet out of my hand, my son placed it next to the one he
had been using.

“Enough of this. I have waited all afternoon for this. For too long we have
denied ourselves this; now there is no turning back.” He placed his hands
on either side of my face.

“I kept reliving our kiss…your taste…never could I have imagined that
you would taste as good as you do.” My son’s voice had become rough
with longing, and I moaned.

“I want to plunder your mouth as you did mine…then I want to taste you
all over. I want to explore every inch of you…then I want you to take me,
make me scream. You promised that after tonight I would not be able to
sit on a horse; I want to not even be able to get out of the bed.”

Any doubts that I may have had disappeared from my mind after hearing
his words. I crushed my mouth against his, my hands tearing at the thin
tunic he was wearing in my eagerness to touch him.

I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

To be continued in ‘Desires VI…’

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Elvish translations:	adar – father


Title: Desires VI
Type: FPS
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Elrond/?
Warnings: Incest (sex) between father and son. If this not to your liking,
please don’t read any further…
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
No profit or such is made from this.
Beta(s): Nienna
Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does
take place after Celebrían’s departure…
Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and
refused to let go until I wrote this…
Summary:  Elrond desires his son…
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My hands made short work of his tunic. I cared not that I tore it; it 
covered the beautiful, tantalising flesh of my son. So often had I seen it but not
been able to touch. No more. Tonight I would allow my hands free rein. I
planned to torment him to the point where he would be sweating as if he
were on the training field. And when he did, I would allow myself the
luxury of tasting his sweat-stained skin, as I had so often dreamed of 
doing.

His fingers were trying to undo the fastenings of my robe. He was being
more careful, more restrained than I. But I did not want that; I wanted to
feel his hands on me. My fingers reached for the fastenings, but he pushed
them away.

“No,” he whispered. “I want to do this, slowly. You are an eagerly awaited
gift, and I want to savour the pleasure of unwrapping you carefully.” I
smiled. I had not bothered with any other clothing except for some loose
sleeping pants. I had not planned on wasting too much time in removing
unnecessary garments. So I kept my hands still, allowing him to do as he
pleased.

Parting the robe, he grinned. “I should have known you would not bother
with too much clothing,” he said as he pushed the robe off my shoulders.
He stood and I found myself at eye level with the obvious bulge of his
erection in his leggings. My hands reached out and I began to undo the
lacings, finally freeing it from its confines. I pushed the leggings down
and he stepped out of them. I kept my eyes on his hard shaft, jutting
proudly from its nest of curls. The musky scent was making my mouth
water; I could not wait to taste it.

“Come closer.” My voice had become hoarse from desire. I grasped his
hips as he did as I asked, and he threaded his fingers through my hair. I
inhaled his scent; it was intoxicating. I could feel him trembling
underneath my hands.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please…touch me, taste me.”

Oh yes, gladly. And I did. I heard his shout as I took him in my mouth.
Gods, if his scent was intoxicating, his taste was more so. I swirled my
tongue over the tip, licking off the pre-come that had gathered there. It
was like nectar. But there was a better place to continue with the
exploration, and I released his shaft to an audible groan of disappointment.
I stood up.

“Come,” I said, holding out my hand. Together we made our way to the
bed, and he sat down while I made to remove the sleeping pants.

“No. I want to do this.” Unsteady fingers managed to loosen the ties,
allowing the pants to pool at my feet. I stepped out of them, watching as
my son lay down upon the bed. His gaze travelled from my face to my
groin, then back to my face again. He licked is lips, and my knees nearly
buckled at the sight. I stared into his passion-filled eyes.

“Oh Valar,” he breathed. “You are so beautiful. I can not wait to taste
you…”

I knelt on the bed, moving till I was sitting astride his thighs. His breath
hitched as I placed a finger at the tip of his copiously leaking erection,
wiping away the fluid and bringing it to my mouth. Oh yes, it truly was
nectar.

“You, *pen-neth*,” I began, “are going to have to wait. Being your elder I
reserve the right to taste you first.” I leaned down, nestling my shaft next
to his, and I began to move my hips slightly, rubbing our erections
together. At the same time I kissed him gently, savouring the feel of his
lips under mine before allowing myself a gentle exploration of his mouth.
He began to thrust his hips against mine, and his kiss became more eager
when he tasted himself on me. I broke away, smiling at the look of
disappointment on his face.

“Patience is a virtue, ionen.” This would be a lesson for me in patience as
well; the delicious friction of our hard cocks rubbing together made me
want to lose all restraint and plunge myself into the writhing body
underneath me. I stopped and raised myself slightly, breaking the contact,
and I willed myself to slow down.

“In other words, you are going to drag this out and half kill me,” he
moaned, hands reaching out to me. I gently pushed them away before
leaning down again, careful not to let our erections come together.

“Ah…but you need…to remember,” I began, interspersing my words with
kisses along his jawline, “…that all good things…come to those…who
wait.” I had reached his ear by then, and took the tip of it in my mouth,
suckling and biting gently on it, eliciting further moans from him.

“Adar…please…”

I let go of his ear and looked down into his now slightly flushed face. His
eyes were closed, and he was panting softly. I moved down further, my
tongue tracing a path down his neck to the junction with his shoulder.
There I bit down, eliciting a cry, but I continued to bite and to suck until
there was a mark which, I knew, would be there for some days. I had taken
the first step in marking him as mine.

Then I continued with my explorations…

To be continued in ‘Desires VII…’

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Elvish translations: 	adar – father
	ionen – my son
	pen-neth – young one


Title: Desires VII
Type: FPS
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Elrond/?
Warnings: Incest (sex) between father and son. If this not to your liking,
please don’t read any further…
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
No profit or such is made from this.
Beta(s): Nienna
Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does
take place after Celebrían’s departure…
Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and
refused to let go until I wrote this…
Summary:  Elrond desires his son…
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My gaze travelled to his chest, to the perfect nipples adorning the smooth
flesh. I took the left one in my mouth. It felt wonderful to finally be able 
to do this. I laved it with my tongue, bringing it to a peak, then transferred
my attentions to the other, being careful to ply it with the same care as I
had the other. All the while my son moaned. I stopped and looked at him.
His dark hair was splayed out upon the pristine white of the pillow, his
fists were clenching and unclenching the sheet on either side of him. He
opened his eyes when he realised I had stopped.

“Do you realise how many times I dreamed of doing this?” I whispered.

“Every time I sparred with you on the training field, when you took your
tunic off and revealed yourself to me, it took all my willpower not to
ravish you.”

“Yet you did not return the favour. How I wished you would do the same,
so that I could have the chance to gaze upon your perfection.” He placed
his hands onto my chest, and I arched into his touch. My nipples hardened
as he gently teased them with his fingers. I grabbed his hands and moved
them away, placing them either side of his head.

“Later,” I growled. I swooped down and once again took a nipple between
my teeth, biting it and laving it as thoroughly as I had in my dreams. His
fingers were twined in my hair, and he gave a gentle tug, indicating I
should not ignore the other. I complied eagerly. Yes, my plan had been to
take it slowly, but my own patience was beginning to unravel. Without
further ado, I applied myself assiduously to the task of exploration. There
was no part of him I left untouched, leaving the most important to last. On
this, I lavished almost as much attention as I had on the rest of his body,
lapping up the nectar that was leaking copiously from its tip. I revelled in
watching him writhing on the bed; I revelled in listening to him moan
incoherently. And when his body was covered in a sheen of sweat, I
fulfilled my other desire, licking the sweat off his chest, savouring the
saltiness as it lay on my tongue.

“Enough…please…stop…stop…tormenting me…oh gods…take
me…please…I need…want…” The words only served to inflame me
further, and I knew I had reached the limit of my patience. Yet I could not
resist in teasing him a little further.

“What is it you want?” I whispered in his ear, my tongue making its way
once more to the tip. I felt his hand in my hair, felt the pull as he 
wrenched me away from his ear.

“You made a promise to me,” he growled. “Now keep it.” I smiled and
reached for the phial of oil I had left on the table next to the bed. A 
slight scent of lavender assailed my nostrils as I opened it but, as I started to
pour some on my fingers, he stopped me. Taking the phial out of my hand,
he poured the oil on my erection, coating it liberally.

“Now. I can not wait any longer. You have teased and tormented me
enough. Take me. I am not some untried virgin; you will not hurt me.” He
placed the phial back on the table, his gaze never leaving mine. Lying
back on the bed, he opened his legs, revealing the puckered opening to his
body. I looked into his eyes. He must have seen some hesitancy in mine,
for he reached out with his hand to caress my face.

“You will not hurt me,” he said again. “Please, melethron…” Melethron.

My lover. My son, who was now my lover. Melethron. Yes. So right.
Melethron. I looked down at his opening, and it dawned on me that this
was one place I had not tasted yet. It was an invitation I could not refuse.
Without giving him a chance to realise what I was doing, I leaned down
and traced my tongue around his opening, inhaled the musky scent. I heard
the hiss of surprise, then the howl as I plunged my tongue inside him. My
hands pushed his thighs as far apart as they could go, allowing me to push
my tongue in further still. I continued to taste him, undecided now as to
which part of him I enjoyed tasting more. He was screaming, pleading
with me. I stopped, removing my tongue from him, and then repositioned
myself so that my erection was at his opening. My shaft was so achingly
hard I was surprised I had not already spent myself.  I plunged into him
with one stroke, gasping at the tightness that surrounded me.

It was perfect. Absolutely, incredibly, perfect. I was in awe. I stared down
into his face, and I could see he felt exactly the same. We were made for
each other. He wrapped his legs around my waist, drawing me closer,
pushing me further in.

“Hard. Take me hard.” Oh yes, I would do that. I made a promise, and I
had every intention of keeping it. I took him hard, almost brutally so. And
his whimpering, moaning and exhortations to be harder still was music to
my ears. I took his erection in my hand and stroked it. He did not take long
to climax, screaming at the top of his voice, his seed shooting out onto his
chest and stomach. My screams mingled with his as I came almost at the
same time, my climax roaring through me as I frantically plunged into him,
again and again and again. I am sure the whole of Imladris would have
heard us, but I did not care.

For the first time in a long time, I was beginning to feel whole again. And
it felt right.

To be continued in ‘Desires VIII…’
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Elvish translations:	melethron – my lover (male)


Title: Desires VIII
Type: FPS
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Rating: R
Pairing: Elrond/?
Warnings: Incest (sex) between father and son. If this not to your liking,
please don’t read any further…
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
No profit or such is made from this.
Beta(s): Nienna
Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does
take place after Celebrían’s departure…
Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and
refused to let go until I wrote this…
Summary:  Elrond desires his son…
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The next morning found us entwined in each other’s arms. After the first
bout of love-making, I had allowed him to fulfill his wish of tasting me,
and found that he had learnt quickly from what I had done to him. Once he
had left me quivering on the bed he took me, tears streaming down his
face as he did so.

“So right, so perfect…I feel so complete now…so complete,” he
whispered. Feeling my own tears threatening, I had gently kissed him.
When we had climaxed it was not with the same ferocity as the first time,
and we had both felt drained, yet somehow renewed.

It had not taken long, however, for our desires to resurface. In fact, very
little time had been wasted on sleep. I had been too busy fulfilling my
promise to my son, taking him again and again till we both lay beside each
other, exhausted.

I woke before him, and I winced slightly as my body protested at moving.
Still, I managed to get up from the bed without waking him. I looked
down at my son. There was a peacefulness on his face that I had not seen
in a long time. Curious, I made my way to a mirror and stared at my own
reflection. Did I look any different to what I did yesterday? Apart from
looking a little tired, I could see no discernable difference. Then I looked
into my eyes, and they told the story. There was a calmness in them that
looked almost foreign to me. The storm that had raged within them, one
that I had grown so used to seeing without really realising what it was, had
finally been stilled.

I turned to look at my slumbering son and smiled before making my way
to the bathing chamber to prepare myself for the day.

***

Standing at the window, I looked out into the garden. My mind was not on
the reports that Erestor had laid out on my desk for me to read. They could
wait. My thoughts were taken up by the events from the night before. No,
there was no guilt. I did not feel as though I was about to be struck down
by the Valar for what happened. I was content. I was whole.

A figure came to stand next to me. “You are happy,” Elladan said.

“Yes.” The one word was enough. Then I turned to my son and smiled.

“How goes the archery with Legolas?”

Elladan smiled a little ruefully. “Despite my attempts at proving otherwise,
my skill with the bow and arrow can not match his. At least I have one
consolation in that I am better able to use a sword than he, thanks to you
and Glorfindel.”

“Do you care for him?” The question, I saw, took Elladan by surprise.

“Would it bother you?” he asked in return.

I shook my head. “No. I sense the attraction is mutual; has Legolas said
anything to you?”

“Aye, he has. But I worry about what his father will say.”

“Do not worry about Thranduil; he blusters but there is no venom in his
words.” Movement in the garden caught my eye. “I believe Legolas is
heading down to the training grounds; you may wish to join him.”

Elladan smiled. “Aye, I believe I will.” He turned to leave, and then
stopped. “Where is Elrohir?” he asked.

I smiled. “The last time I saw him, he was still in bed.”

Elladan’s smile broadened. “I see,” he replied. He paused for a moment.

“By the way – there are some who are complaining this morning of having
been woken up during the night by some…shall we say…loud noises. I
just thought it best to warn you so that you could…ah, think of something
to tell them should they bring their complaints to you.”

I could feel my face flush. Clearing my throat, I said, “Ah…thank you.
Yes…yes…hmmm.” Elladan merely stood there, grinning at me, and I
glared at him.

“Go! I believe Legolas is waiting for you,” I said, trying to be stern.
Elladan gave a small nod, and turned to leave.

“Elladan?” He stopped. “Your brother said…that you were in favour…”

“I am.” Elladan turned and looked at me. “And I am glad to see that you
both finally acted upon your feelings. Already you look so much more at
peace.”

I nodded. “I feel as if I am. Thank you, Elladan. Thank you for being so
accepting of this.” Elladan gave a small smile.

“You know, if someone had said to me long ago that you and Elrohir were
going to become lovers, I would have looked upon them as mad. I would
have said that it would be wrong. But after what happened to
Naneth…seeing what you were going through, what Elrohir was going
through…it was no longer wrong. You were so alike in your pain…I
sometimes wondered if Elrohir was your twin, not mine.” He shook his
head, and then looked at me again. “I am happy, for both of you.”
We both turned as the door opened. Elrohir came into the room, walking a
little gingerly. Elladan grinned, but refrained from saying anything as
Elrohir glared at him. Instead, he left the room, still smiling, leaving
Elrohir and I alone.

I was filled with remorse as I watched Elrohir walking carefully towards
me, and the healer in me came to the fore. “I am sorry…I was too hard,
too rough with you,” I whispered. He looked at me, a brilliant smile on his
face, and once more I was overcome by an intense love for him.

“No. I wanted this, and you promised.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I feel
absolutely wonderful, despite what you may think.” He moved closer and
rested his head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around him. I had
no need to ask if he felt whole; I could sense it, and it comforted me.
We were at peace.

~~ FINIS ~~
Elvish translations:	Naneth – mother