Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

22: grey skies

December 22nd

The day had been chill, the wind biting and bitter. But as the two Elves entered the great palace of Gil-galad, the skies turned grey and overcast. They stood just inside the main arch, holding hands, the shorter, more slender blond leaning into the side of the tall, broad blond. Blue eyes looked down into green before both pairs looked up into that dreary sky.

All became still; the light was now soft and diffused, the wind quiet and calm. It was that moment before a great whirlwind, Thranduil thought wildly, that moment before all of nature was torn asunder. His body was warm against Glorfindel's, and his lips still throbbed from the force of their passionate kiss in the woods. They would go to the warrior's rooms where the young prince would be spread naked and hard before those bottomless sapphire eyes.

So why did they still stand in the arch, eyes gazing to heavens?

Tiny white petals fell from that sky, from a great winter tree somewhere beyong their vision, and those petals were dancing on the gentle, cool breeze that had woken when the tree's branches shook. The dim light of the sun behind those grey clouds darkened further, and the frist snow continued to fall, just as night did.

Glorfindel sighed, low and deep, and then took Thranduil's hand, dragging him into the warmth of the King's halls. The Prince never knew what Glorfindel was looking for in those grey skies, in those falling petals of ice; all he knew was the gentleness of the warrior's touch as night closed in around them.

And, to him, that was all that mattered.