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FIC: Warmth (V/O, PG)
Fic: Warmth
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stormatdusk
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: VM/OB
Word Count: 1529
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is just fiction. No money is made; no harm is intended.
A/N: Unbeta’d. Thank you tonamarie120 for her gentle guidance.
Dedicated to the wonderfulslesia. I started this before I met her, but had shelved it. Her tremendous warmth of spirit and love of happy endings inspired me to finish it.
Warnings: general over-sappiness.
She loves them, the creatures of the Blue One.
Before them, her purpose was to prepare their home. Now she nourishes them in it, ensures their survival. Having been unaware of her own loneliness before them, she finds herself amused at how happy she is that they are finally here. That they thrive is her greatest achievement. They are all her children, her own.
But some are special to her.
A bright spark of awareness had burst within her on that January day: a new one was arriving, one whose spirit was deeply connected to her. She smiles when she remembers her eagerness to see him. She’d had to jostle her way through the winter bluster, soundlessly straining to get her first glimpse of the diminutive bundle as he lay swaddled in his mother’s arms. At last, she’d rested her gaze upon him.… Oh, the enormity of her love for this one! She would have gasped if she’d known how.
No one had noticed as she gently stroked the tiny brow. No one had intruded on their private joy as her new child recognized her touch, blinked brown eyes closed, sighed contentedly under her tender caress.
- - -
He grew, as the creatures of the Blue One do. He ran and played and sang under her watchful eye, gifting her with giggles and delighting her with his passion for being. He flourished in her warmth, blossomed in her light. She loved him more with each cycle, and she made him beautiful.
One day when he was nearly grown, she found him near the edge of the big water. He stretched out, grinning, and showed her: he had marked his body with her likeness. She reveled in quiet pride at his exuberant tribute. How blessed she was, that her beloved one should honor her so!
They spent each day together, and their happiness knew no bounds.
- - -
He was broken.
She could still sense his spirit, of course, but she couldn’t see him, couldn’t envelop him in her healing. She mourned again that the creatures did not realize her strength, could not understand her powers of rejuvenation. She ached, longing to ease his pain. She felt as helpless as she ever had in her vast existence. But with the patience of the Ancient, she waited.
On the morning that he was finally well enough to seek her out, the elation of their reunion pulsed from her. He was thinner, and his skin had paled without her caress. But he was back with her. Smiling, he raised an expectant face to her. He drank in her radiance, silently vowing never to be separated from her again. She welcomed home her precious child, brushing imperceptible kisses over his shuttered eyes, whisper-drying his happy tears.
- - -
She found him one day on one of the small lands surrounded by the big water, far from his usual place on the Blue One. She could almost feel him vibrate with excitement. He’d been more focused, more directed since he’d healed, and this new place seemed to nourish that sense of purpose. Creatures of great creativity and exceptional warmth of spirit surrounded him here. She’d never felt him more content.
Gradually she became aware that he focused his affection on one of them in particular. This one, a bit older than her beautiful child, relished life to a similar degree. He respected and appreciated her greatly. He’d always been more aware of her beauty than most of the creatures. He understood that the colors were another of her many gifts to them; without her, they would not exist. He often engaged himself with her colors, with moving and manipulating them. Sometimes he arranged himself so that she could watch him through a window as he played, and she delighted in keeping him company.
Her beloved followed this one everywhere, learned from him, laughed with him. It did not surprise her to see them become closer with each day. Their spirits were brighter when they were near each other. She found that she loved them together, and she rejoiced to spend their days with them, sharing and enhancing their vibrancy.
- - -
Suddenly her favored one reversed his habits. His pattern had always been that of most of the creatures of the Blue One -- active while nearest her, resting after slipping from her sight. Now he rested while under her gaze, and she saw little of him. She could feel that the time during his night was spent in exhaustive activity. Their bond reassured her, though, that he was energized, happy.
So it was not worry but simply a selfish yearning to gaze upon her beautiful child that brought her to seek him out early one morning. She was surprised to find something that blocked her way through the windows of his shelter; they’d always been open to her passing before. Determined, she at last managed to spill through a small opening.
There she was rewarded with a luminous tableau. The two she loved so well lay together, intertwined, enrapt in an ethereal connection of bodies and spirits. They were unaware of her peaceful presence, a sparkling glimmer inching nearer. They rocked slowly, gently against each other, echoing the timeless undulations of the Blue One’s waters caressing its land.
She did not hear their murmurs of passion, could not breathe in the sweet scent of their masculinity as they played ancient rhythms upon each other. But she could touch them.
She spilled over glistening bodies, her invisible fingertips stirring on moist skin with feather strokes of warmth. She mirrored their movements, tenderly brushing down an arm, smoothing over a muscled back, expressing her love for them in the only way she knew. Her touch transformed the golden sheen of their skin to diamond dust dancing through the atmosphere around them. Tranquilized by her heated embrace, they fell over the precipice of bliss and sighed their satisfaction into each other.
She quietly withdrew then, leaving them undisturbed in their serenity, paused briefly to whisper to her beloved that they should come back to her soon.
- - -
They had soon returned to their former habits and again began spending their days in her presence. Some time after, they had left the small land where they’d met and had gone to other places on the Blue One. They’d traveled often, sometimes together, sometimes not, but they were never separated in spirit. Over several cycles, she’d been elated to witness their bond grow in intensity and depth. Untroubled as they slipped away from her each night, she knew that they would care for each other until their morning arrived and she was able to nurture them again.
- - -
Gradually, however, they had spent less and less time in the same place. She recognized a growing sense of loss in her precious child. He was ever more active, traveling more than ever, yet he seemed joyless, fatigued, faded. He discarded his habit of adorning himself with the brightest of her colors, taking to muted shades that didn’t reflect his essence. She missed his vibrancy, his exuberance.
She missed them, together, the way that made both of them happiest.
She watched over him and tried to comfort him. But she knew it was not enough. He needed his beloved. As time passed, a sense of quiet despondency set in. There was nothing she could do to ease their pain and restore them to each other.
- - -
She’s aware of it suddenly one day, as dusk draws near: a swirl of anticipation and fear surging in him. She searches frantically - there isn’t much time left before he slips away to his night – and finds him walking at the edge of the water. He has traveled again, but this time he has finally gone to his love.
He approaches tentatively and their eyes meet. Heart pounding, her child sits down in the sand next to the older one. She watches with anxious hope. As much as she loves all of her children, she has never understood why, when at a crossroads, some opt to exist in sorrow and isolation.
Though they are not touching, she can feel them reaching to each other. Their energies are blending, melding into each other and returning to each of them changed, stronger. Surely they must be aware of the power of their connection? With waning rays, she struggles to embrace them, to encourage them back to each other.
The Blue One continues to carry them away from her. Their sky is streaked with her deep blues and violets and their day is nearly gone. She strains to peer above the bend of the horizon; she can’t bear to let them slip from her gaze. Precious seconds go by, and finally, she sees them turn to each other, softly joining hands and mouths.
Their bond with her provides her with the reassurance she craves. They have chosen, joyously, to be together again. Melting into relieved contentment, she can now allow them to spin away into their night, knowing they’re again spirit-joined as she’s always understood they should be.
End.
Author:
stormatduskFandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: VM/OB
Word Count: 1529
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is just fiction. No money is made; no harm is intended.
A/N: Unbeta’d. Thank you to
namarie120 for her gentle guidance.Dedicated to the wonderful
slesia. I started this before I met her, but had shelved it. Her tremendous warmth of spirit and love of happy endings inspired me to finish it.Warnings: general over-sappiness.
She loves them, the creatures of the Blue One.
Before them, her purpose was to prepare their home. Now she nourishes them in it, ensures their survival. Having been unaware of her own loneliness before them, she finds herself amused at how happy she is that they are finally here. That they thrive is her greatest achievement. They are all her children, her own.
But some are special to her.
A bright spark of awareness had burst within her on that January day: a new one was arriving, one whose spirit was deeply connected to her. She smiles when she remembers her eagerness to see him. She’d had to jostle her way through the winter bluster, soundlessly straining to get her first glimpse of the diminutive bundle as he lay swaddled in his mother’s arms. At last, she’d rested her gaze upon him.… Oh, the enormity of her love for this one! She would have gasped if she’d known how.
No one had noticed as she gently stroked the tiny brow. No one had intruded on their private joy as her new child recognized her touch, blinked brown eyes closed, sighed contentedly under her tender caress.
- - -
He grew, as the creatures of the Blue One do. He ran and played and sang under her watchful eye, gifting her with giggles and delighting her with his passion for being. He flourished in her warmth, blossomed in her light. She loved him more with each cycle, and she made him beautiful.
One day when he was nearly grown, she found him near the edge of the big water. He stretched out, grinning, and showed her: he had marked his body with her likeness. She reveled in quiet pride at his exuberant tribute. How blessed she was, that her beloved one should honor her so!
They spent each day together, and their happiness knew no bounds.
- - -
He was broken.
She could still sense his spirit, of course, but she couldn’t see him, couldn’t envelop him in her healing. She mourned again that the creatures did not realize her strength, could not understand her powers of rejuvenation. She ached, longing to ease his pain. She felt as helpless as she ever had in her vast existence. But with the patience of the Ancient, she waited.
On the morning that he was finally well enough to seek her out, the elation of their reunion pulsed from her. He was thinner, and his skin had paled without her caress. But he was back with her. Smiling, he raised an expectant face to her. He drank in her radiance, silently vowing never to be separated from her again. She welcomed home her precious child, brushing imperceptible kisses over his shuttered eyes, whisper-drying his happy tears.
- - -
She found him one day on one of the small lands surrounded by the big water, far from his usual place on the Blue One. She could almost feel him vibrate with excitement. He’d been more focused, more directed since he’d healed, and this new place seemed to nourish that sense of purpose. Creatures of great creativity and exceptional warmth of spirit surrounded him here. She’d never felt him more content.
Gradually she became aware that he focused his affection on one of them in particular. This one, a bit older than her beautiful child, relished life to a similar degree. He respected and appreciated her greatly. He’d always been more aware of her beauty than most of the creatures. He understood that the colors were another of her many gifts to them; without her, they would not exist. He often engaged himself with her colors, with moving and manipulating them. Sometimes he arranged himself so that she could watch him through a window as he played, and she delighted in keeping him company.
Her beloved followed this one everywhere, learned from him, laughed with him. It did not surprise her to see them become closer with each day. Their spirits were brighter when they were near each other. She found that she loved them together, and she rejoiced to spend their days with them, sharing and enhancing their vibrancy.
- - -
Suddenly her favored one reversed his habits. His pattern had always been that of most of the creatures of the Blue One -- active while nearest her, resting after slipping from her sight. Now he rested while under her gaze, and she saw little of him. She could feel that the time during his night was spent in exhaustive activity. Their bond reassured her, though, that he was energized, happy.
So it was not worry but simply a selfish yearning to gaze upon her beautiful child that brought her to seek him out early one morning. She was surprised to find something that blocked her way through the windows of his shelter; they’d always been open to her passing before. Determined, she at last managed to spill through a small opening.
There she was rewarded with a luminous tableau. The two she loved so well lay together, intertwined, enrapt in an ethereal connection of bodies and spirits. They were unaware of her peaceful presence, a sparkling glimmer inching nearer. They rocked slowly, gently against each other, echoing the timeless undulations of the Blue One’s waters caressing its land.
She did not hear their murmurs of passion, could not breathe in the sweet scent of their masculinity as they played ancient rhythms upon each other. But she could touch them.
She spilled over glistening bodies, her invisible fingertips stirring on moist skin with feather strokes of warmth. She mirrored their movements, tenderly brushing down an arm, smoothing over a muscled back, expressing her love for them in the only way she knew. Her touch transformed the golden sheen of their skin to diamond dust dancing through the atmosphere around them. Tranquilized by her heated embrace, they fell over the precipice of bliss and sighed their satisfaction into each other.
She quietly withdrew then, leaving them undisturbed in their serenity, paused briefly to whisper to her beloved that they should come back to her soon.
- - -
They had soon returned to their former habits and again began spending their days in her presence. Some time after, they had left the small land where they’d met and had gone to other places on the Blue One. They’d traveled often, sometimes together, sometimes not, but they were never separated in spirit. Over several cycles, she’d been elated to witness their bond grow in intensity and depth. Untroubled as they slipped away from her each night, she knew that they would care for each other until their morning arrived and she was able to nurture them again.
- - -
Gradually, however, they had spent less and less time in the same place. She recognized a growing sense of loss in her precious child. He was ever more active, traveling more than ever, yet he seemed joyless, fatigued, faded. He discarded his habit of adorning himself with the brightest of her colors, taking to muted shades that didn’t reflect his essence. She missed his vibrancy, his exuberance.
She missed them, together, the way that made both of them happiest.
She watched over him and tried to comfort him. But she knew it was not enough. He needed his beloved. As time passed, a sense of quiet despondency set in. There was nothing she could do to ease their pain and restore them to each other.
- - -
She’s aware of it suddenly one day, as dusk draws near: a swirl of anticipation and fear surging in him. She searches frantically - there isn’t much time left before he slips away to his night – and finds him walking at the edge of the water. He has traveled again, but this time he has finally gone to his love.
He approaches tentatively and their eyes meet. Heart pounding, her child sits down in the sand next to the older one. She watches with anxious hope. As much as she loves all of her children, she has never understood why, when at a crossroads, some opt to exist in sorrow and isolation.
Though they are not touching, she can feel them reaching to each other. Their energies are blending, melding into each other and returning to each of them changed, stronger. Surely they must be aware of the power of their connection? With waning rays, she struggles to embrace them, to encourage them back to each other.
The Blue One continues to carry them away from her. Their sky is streaked with her deep blues and violets and their day is nearly gone. She strains to peer above the bend of the horizon; she can’t bear to let them slip from her gaze. Precious seconds go by, and finally, she sees them turn to each other, softly joining hands and mouths.
Their bond with her provides her with the reassurance she craves. They have chosen, joyously, to be together again. Melting into relieved contentment, she can now allow them to spin away into their night, knowing they’re again spirit-joined as she’s always understood they should be.
End.