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Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

3: yuletide reverie

December 3rd

The large chamber where Maedhros usually received guests was silent; shadows danced over the walls and darkness seeped into the deep corners of the room. The massive hearth at the center of the room was ablaze with the Yule log of the season. Heat chased the chill dampness from the red-haired Elf and his companion, and Maedhros slowly sipped his sweet, hot drink.

Fingon lay beside him on the long sofa, a thick quilt covering their nude bodies. They had barred the door when Fingon had arrived covered in snow and dirt; the two cousins had swiftly shed their clothing, kissing and fondling with each lost garment. Now, in the sated afterglow of their lovemaking, Maedhros drank the rich brown liquid that Fingon had made for him before they had settled down to bask in one another's presence. He had told Maedhros that the Men he had met in his travels had introduced him to the drink -- heated chocolate, they called it. He took another draught from the cup and smiled as he stared into the crackling hearth.

His cousin was tucked safely under his arm, his dark locks spread over his right arm, hiding where his hand had once been. He did not dwell on those torturous years, but forced his mind to remain in the present with his sweet-smelling cousin. How he loved Fingon and these quiet, solitary moments when he could simply enjoy the peace of the moment. He finished the cup of liquid chocolate and gently placed the ceramic mug on the floor. Maedhros shifted a bit, rearranging them until his back was against the arm of the sofa and Fingon's body rested between his legs. He crossed his arms over his cousin's chest and held Fingon close, listening to the cold wind howl outside the windows and the hot fire crackle in the grate.

He was content.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 3: yuletide reverie December 3rd The large chamber where Maedhros usually received guests was silent; shadows danced over the walls and darkness seeped into the deep corners of the room. The massive hearth at the center of the room was ablaze with the Yule log of the season. Heat chased the chill dampness from the red-haired Elf and his companion, and Maedhros slowly sipped his sweet, hot drink. Fingon lay beside him on the long sofa, a thick quilt covering their nude bodies. They had barred the door when Fingon had arrived covered in snow and dirt; the two cousins had swiftly shed their clothing, kissing and fondling with each lost garment. Now, in the sated afterglow of their lovemaking, Maedhros drank the rich brown liquid that Fingon had made for him before they had settled down to bask in one another's presence. He had told Maedhros that the Men he had met in his travels had introduced him to the drink -- heated chocolate, they called it. He took another draught from the cup and smiled as he stared into the crackling hearth. His cousin was tucked safely under his arm, his dark locks spread over his right arm, hiding where his hand had once been. He did not dwell on those torturous years, but forced his mind to remain in the present with his sweet-smelling cousin. How he loved Fingon and these quiet, solitary moments when he could simply enjoy the peace of the moment. He finished the cup of liquid chocolate and gently placed the ceramic mug on the floor. Maedhros shifted a bit, rearranging them until his back was against the arm of the sofa and Fingon's body rested between his legs. He crossed his arms over his cousin's chest and held Fingon close, listening to the cold wind howl outside the windows and the hot fire crackle in the grate. He was content.