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His eyes were drawn to her. She held beauty in ways he had never seen in his many years in Arda. Slim� as a willow and just as pliant in the face of a storm. Strong� like an oxen before the plow. Graceful� as a swan. Like a lake after a storm, she was calm. Her skin glowed with the radiance of sun beams. Her hair was the color of the sky at sunset. Eyes, violet as the morning light, shone back at him. Beauty� hidden in the light of day but crowned in glory under the starlight. For a fleeting moment he wondered what she must see in him at that moment.
Her stop was unplanned and only reflexes honed in war prevented him from running into her. She turned to him then. A fine boned, golden had coming to rest upon his moon light, pale check. Her eyes shone bright and her smile was soft.
�I see my future, Thranduilion. I see my future.� The words lightened his heart and lifted his spirit.
�Elvalria.� It was all he could manage before his lips descended on hers. He tasted her. He felt her. He loved her. As sure as the tide beat the sand, he loved her. |
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