Title: Full Circle
Author: Nuinzilien
Rating: R
Characters: Cirdan/ OFC
Disclaimer: Not mine of course. No, really. Not mine.
A.N.: Yeah, don't ask me where this one came from. It just bit.
S.A. 3441
~~ Just before dawn ~~
With a final, strong thrust, the Lord of the Havens came, shouting his release to the heavens. Gasping, he collapsed upon the still shuddering form beneath him. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and withdrew, resting his head below the warm weight of his lover's breasts, ignoring her giggle. He knew damned well the rough hair of his beard tickled. She'd said so on more than one occasion.
Lulled by the soft babble of the stream they lay next to, Cirdan's fingers stroked down his lady love's hip and leg, pausing as he encountered wetness on her inner thigh, where her essence mixed with his seed. His smile turned from sated to victorious. He gathered some of the moisture on his fingertips and reached out, letting them skate over the water's surface. The stream would carry his offering to the seas. //May he choke on his jealousy.//
Long, gentle fingers sifted through his hair. "Why do you continue to taunt him, my love?"
Grunting, Cirdan got to his feet, eyes carefully blank. "Why do you insist on asking questions to which you already know the answer?" He dressed quickly and knelt, cleaning her off with a moist cloth, which he again rinsed in the stream. Wringing the cloth out, he draped it and their blanket over his arm, offering his other to the legging clad female at his side. "Come. I suspect Gil-Galad will be wanting a last moment strategy session before we march at dawn." He stopped and turned to her. "Is there any possible thing I could say that would make you change your mind. You need not do this."
Suliel smiled and shook her head. "You know me better than to ask such. This is my fight as much as it is yours. And do not think I am not aware that you already plan to stick me in the back. I am not pleased."
He smiled and kissed her cheek, rubbing his bristly cheek against hers and eliciting a good-natured grumble from his companion. "Peace, my dove. I need you back there to be my eyes and to reign in the young bucks." //And to be out of the direct line of fire. The likelihood of an enemy managing to break through my entire line of defense is virtually non-existent. With you safe, I will be able to concentrate.//
~~ Just after dusk ~~
Heavy footsteps lead him back to the spot by the stream. Cirdan dropped down onto the bank and curled into a ball, his cheek pressed against the cool, wet sand.
He had been certain, so very certain she would be safe. With at least three other battalions under his command around them, he still found it difficult to believe the enemy could have snuck up from behind and attacked his flank. Impossible to believe that he had watched the arrow hit home, the startled look upon her face as she fell. A haze of red, white, and black agony fogged his memory from that point up until the royal hand of Greenwood's new King slapped him back into reality.
Cirdan shuddered, one thin trail scalding its way down his cheek. He swiped at it and looked at his hand, where the salty tear mixed with her blood and his. Reaching out, his hand skipped across the water's surface, letting the Lord of Seas taste the bitter grief of losing a loved one.
Again.