Falling (in Love)

by Drendel

Celeglas was not fully elvish Sidhe, his time was passing more quickly than that which passed for me. It seemed but heartbeats apart before he'd grow another inch or three, and but a day or week before he started to get the first hairs on his chin which meant he was now mature. Time in the mortal world was strange to me.

Then time slowed for him, and me, as we began falling in love. He brought me flowers, somewhat shy at first, but then more boldly, he brought me other gifts....honey, and wine, and tasties. Then he brought me a small music box, which sang like birds at dawn in the summer. Then there was a necklace to lay in it when I slept at night...and the birds greeted me twice each day, once from the window in the dawn to wake me, then again from the box as I dressed and put the necklace on each day.

He packed us a picnic one day, and we went to the hot spring near our homes. We fed each other tasties and laughed in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. His hand brushed my cheek, my lips, and all pretense to courting fell away, we made love under the trees by the spring, and became lovers from there forward, and he acknowledged me as his Soulmate as well

Not all my time was my own; I had duties. Celee had spent long years growing up in the palace where I worked for my people. Now war approached, and he took up a sword to defend me and mine, and my heart leaped to see him go from drills and playing to a strong armored man ready to spill blood in battle for his people. I held court and planned battles in the daytime, mostly like having dinner with family, and he cried on my breast at night after each day filled with killing for the first hundred or so deaths he dealt. And he listened to me rage and rant at having to send my people into danger, and bade me not eat away at myself when someone was wounded, or worse, when they died. He helped me personally bury friends and family alike. He rejoiced with me when I helped bring a new life into the world, catching another baby. We took care that each other ate in spite of the slow dawning of horror on our lives, and made certain that there was enough of the things that made it all worthwhile to go on with living.

Nightwind

Brenhani