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Title: The Road to Recovery
Author: Isil Elensar
Pairing: Amrod, Geliriel(OFC)
Rating: R (Adult)
Warning: mild sex in one drabble
Disclaimer: Mostly Tolkien's, except for Geliriel, who is mine. I just played in the sandbox for a bit.

Summary: After the kin-slaying of Doriath, Geliriel strives to help her beloved Amrod recover from his wounds, both physical and mental.

A series of drabbles using the five senses as a theme, and told primarily from Amrod's PoV, with the exception of the last one.


Smell

A multitude of odors pervade our room. The smell of pine as the wood burns in the fireplace. The smell of roasted meat and other food from where it sits on the table, untouched. The pungency of tinctures, salves, and other concoctions to help ease my pain. But above all, I catch the fragrant aroma of roses. Roses that I picked from our garden to give it to my beloved Geliriel. Roses that she picked to remind me of her deep, abiding love for me. These scents are the essences of our home, and here I wish to stay. Forever.

~*~*~

Sight

She looks so sweet, so beautiful to my eyes that I cannot look away. Even her sunset-red hair seems brighter than normal, her eyes sparkle from the light of the fire, and my heart lifts from the darkness it had sunk to. Geliriel wears a gown of black silk, flowing softly around her as she moves; her arms open to take me into her warm and welcoming embrace. Her ivory skin glows and I long to feel its supple softness in my hands and against my body. Desire surges through my body and I begin to feel alive once more.

~*~*~

Touch

Too long have I been away from her. Too long have I gone without the pleasure of feeling her body wrapped around mine. In a fit of passion, I reach for her and press her against me. I ignore all my pain as I fall to my knees, bringing her down with me. I am nearly mindless with desire as I practically tear off her dress, baring her body to my hungry eyes. She does not protest as my mouth crashes down on hers, does not push me away as I lay her down and settle between her legs. Her body accepts mine, her heat surrounds me as I plunge deep within her, trying to touch her soul. Her hands caress my back, arms, and neck as she brings my mouth down to hers. Her legs lock around my waist, bringing me deeper inside her body. The pace increases to an almost unbearable pitch, and I cannot help taking her hard. But my Geliriel does not allow me to slow down, and we both reach completion together with affirmations of binding love. Panting, I gaze deep into her eyes and know she forgives me of my momentary loss of control.

~*~*~

Sound

Her voice is low, whispering words of love and comfort to me after our loving. I try to speak, but she presses a finger to my lips to stop me. Then, my Geliriel reaches up and closes my eyes and starts to sing. The tune is familiar: a lyrical melody I have heard her sing before. A lullaby, meant to soothe a child to sleep, or perhaps to ease a man’s mind of horrid memories. She sings as she smoothes ointments over me, soothing my hurts, easing my pain. The sound of her voice brings peace to my war-weary heart.

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Taste

It is a heady sensation: the taste of love. Its sweetness provides a balm to my heart. Its strength provides a net to catch and save me should I ever fall into darkness again. ‘Tis something I can savor for all of my days and nights. Geliriel’s soft breathing flutters across my skin as she sleeps. It is her love that has saved me from total evil. It is her love that is a light in the darkness of the Oath I swore. Her love is the balm that heals me. I hold her close, and finally surrender to slumber.

~*~*~

Intuition

He is still asleep, my beloved husband, and for that I am thankful. He cannot see my distress or my tears as the fall silently from my eyes. I awoke with a dreadful sense of emptiness, of being alone without Amrod at my side. Without him in my life. Somehow, I know that this will come to pass, but not soon. We promised each other forever the night we exchanged our vows, but in the wake of my ghastly premonition, I know forever is no longer possible for us. I lay my head down upon his chest, listening to his living, beating heart, and wilfully forgetting that horrid, evil omen. Amrod is alive, and he will never leave me. Nor will I ever leave him. We are forever bound together; heart, mind, body and soul. Our love will never fade: this is what I must believe. I cannot let my intuition darken my life. I must not let it shadow my soul as Amrod’s Oath has done to him. Even though I am deluding myself, I shall not let this sixth sense disturb our lives. I must not.

I tighten my hold of my husband and try to sleep again.