She relaxed into his embrace, feeling safe for the moment. Long put away feelings rolled over her as his kiss deepened. . . . fresh . . . clean . . . soft, sibilant fingers of foam rushing up over sand . . . In a moment, she pulled back, her grey eyes meeting his. She smiled, placing his hand on her belly.
Welcome home, beloved.
Pio stepped back, holding him at arms’ length. Her brow furrowed, seeing the wreck of his face and the state of his clothes. ‘You look awful. What have they done to you?’ Her eyes slid coldly to the two Hobbits standing a short distance away . . .
[ March 07, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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