Patience is a virtue. It rings in my ears as my mantra.
I am alone with him now. In a house vast enough for hundreds to live in, only he and I haunt the halls. Every time I see him lurking in a corridor, I want to call out to him, fling my arms around him... but I resist.
Patience is a virtue...
We sit together for meals often, for there is no one else to sit with. I steal glances every moment I get, be it in conversation or when he sips his drink. I want to slide into his lap, lick the wine from his lips... but I resist.
Patience is a virtue...
I want to hold him, have him...
Damn my patience.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Glorfindel; re: Erestor