Title: LotR Advent
Challenge: Flowers of the Season Pt. 11/24
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: They aren't
mine, but damned if I didn't wish that they were.
Warnings: AU, sap, slight
slashy hints
Pairings: Ingwë/Finwë/Elwë
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Day Eleven of the
Advent Challenge-> The snow reveals more than the newly born Elves knew about.
Beta: none since I want to
get this posted right away, so any mistakes are all MINE!
A/N: This is for an Advent
Challenge that I had posted/taken up. Each day will be a different
person/pairing from LotR. I'd like to thank Iniquity for keeping this up and
wish everyone a blessed Christmas! Enjoy! Please review!
‘thoughts’
Ingwë looked around with a
smile as he sat under a large fir tree, looking through the drooping pine boughs
as they were covered in a soft blanket of white moisture. He reached a slender
hand out and smiled as some of the moisture gathered on his hand. He brought it
back and watched as the little spots of white disappeared and left tiny droplets
of water on his hand. He looked up as the boughs shifted aside and beamed up at
his two companions. “Elwë…Finwë…have you seen anything?” he asked warmly as he
sat back so they could join him, their silver and black hair mingling with his
gold as they sat next to him.
The two newly arrived Elves
looked at each other and smirked before kissing Ingwë on the cheek. “Actually,
we saw Oromë. He said that this…moisture…is called snow,” Elwë said in delight
as he held up his hand full of the thing called ‘snow’.
“Snow, hmm? Oromë is kind in
teaching us. What else did you learn?” Ingwë inquired with a playful smile as he
sat back and put another dry twig on the fire.
“We found these,” Finwë
supplied quietly as he held up a small bouquet of flowers with three long white
petals in the shape of a dew drop surrounding three smaller heart shaped petals.
They each had green on their edges and their center held a cluster of yellow
pistils. Smiling as Ingwë took the bouquet carefully, Finwë caressed Ingwë’s
hand gently. “Oromë said that they are snowdrops,” he murmured quietly, watching
as the blond Elf sniffed the delicate petals and smiled in pleasure.
“An appropriate name,” Ingwë
whispered softly as he touched the soft petals with a slender finger. “What else
did you learn?”
“That touch is wonderful
when shared,” Elwë purred out as he leaned in and brushed his lips over Ingwë’s
in a tender kiss. Ingwë smiled into the kiss and leaned into it, pressing them
close. Their kiss broke gently and they smiled at each other.
“I think we learned that
yesterday,” Ingwë replied softly as he caressed the snowdrop along Elwë’s cheek
gently. He opened his arms and snuggled with them as they watched the snow fall
together. With every flower there is a reason, just as there is warmth in every
season. This is what they learned so far together and this is what kept them
together.
~Fin
