Disclaimer: not my hot Gondorian, Tolkien's hot Gondorian.
Notes: For the surface challenge.
Mother had a wonderful seashell, a treasure brought from Dol Amroth.
Outside its surface was weather-beaten and worn, scarred by time and tide yet still strong and whole.
Within was hidden the most delicate flush of softest rose, and against my ear it whispered a strange, seductive song of longing. Its echoes haunt my dreams to this day.
What became of it I know not – lost long ago, and lost to my memory as well.
But I remembered that shell again the first time I undressed my ranger king.
He is a treasure I do not intend to lose.
A sort-of companion piece can be found here: Stealth