Disclaimer: Tolkien created this world and this elf – Kortirion created this drabble.
Notes: Be_Like_Water was originally written and posted here in May ’05 – this is the response from the other side.
The gulls cried, come, come... Salt-scented winds enticed him... but oh... the sound... The rushing dance of wave and shivering shore, the hollow, rhythmic boom, before the lingering, whispered withdrawal... heart-song to his fea, his blood...
He walked far enough down the strand to be out of sight before he stripped naked and gave himself over to the waves... Swimming was harder than in tree-scented rivers or earthen pools bordered by rocks... This water challenged, tugged playfully, caressed joyously, yet promised death to the unwary... oh how sweetly dangerous to be so seduced...
From then, his heart was lost forever.
We surround him, pushing, probing, seeking entrance, as fine, firm muscles push against us. He shivers deliciously, and we rush to gather him in, slapping, sucking against skin moonlight-pale, warm as sun-kissed sands.
We rush again, teasing, catching him unawares, making him gasp with pleasure; enfolding him in our silken caresses.
We leap, stretch up to touch that glorious hair, cooling hot flesh; tempting him to sink beneath our embrace.
He touches us; draws us up, cupped in hand to full lips. Delicately, he tastes our sweet saltiness with his tongue.
And he is ours…. We have captured him forever!