Unable to sleep, my mind wanders, counting my sins for this act. Three, each worse than the previous.
Unmarried, unbound, and yet we share the same bed – mine alone when he is gone, but still his scent always lingers. We agreed to forgo formality, yet it weighs on my mind as we slip beneath sheets and explore this heat.
Unacceptable, for as cousins this close we are practically kin, and no bond between us would be blessed. I can ignore both sins, but not the last.
Unforgettable is the feeling I get when I see, hear, touch the one my soul calls out for. That he sleeps alone, in his own bed, while I am here without him is perhaps my worst sin of all.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Glorfindel w/ Gildor, reflecting on you know who