Character: anon Rohir
Rating: G... but angsty!
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s glorious imaginarium, Kortirion’s line or two.
Golden hair flying, golden fields of barley, laughter, teasing... tender kisses becoming strong embraces... then glorious, powerful thrusting, thrusting... She remembered, smiling, how beautiful his sunlit body... chest, belly dusted with golden hair; triumph and ecstasy creasing his face at completion... the deep satisfaction... before they both flopped boneless onto sun-warmed earth, only eventually rousing when stubble pricked tender flesh...
She rubbed a hand over her rounding belly, looked out over cold, misted grey-green plains, Spring was not here yet. They’d brought her a broken lance from the Fords of Isen... there’d be few birthing celebrations for the summer’s babe.