For the 'Stealing Beauty' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Flesh, fair, firm, but soft; hair shimmering, streaming behind her in the golden sunlight. Old enough now to be courted; to be kissed and caressed; her young body ready to respond to a lover’s hands and mouth.
He had offered himself. Whispered words to her that promised the pleasures he could give her were she to give her body to him, to taste, to tutor…
But she had refused; looked at him with horror, gone to her brother, to her cousin, and he had felt their ire.
Now they would learn, Grima thought, that beauty, not given, could be stolen.