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keelywolfe) wrote2002-02-01 04:34 pm
keelywolfe) wrote2002-02-01 04:34 pm
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Legolas POV, as he jabbers on about...stuff....
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Dwarves mate for life.
In all the legend and tales I have heard from my people concerning
dwarves, it is this one thing that I can be certain is true. Dwarves
take a mate but once in their lifetime, and never again. Should their
one chosen mate die then they will spend the rest of their lives alone
with only their grief as companion.
Or so my people say.
I find myself wondering, in the odd moments left free to me, few as
they are. I find myself wanting to ask. Not about whether there is
truth in what they say; of that I have little doubt. Dwarves are
hoarders by their very nature, of jewels and gold, of precious and
petty things alike. It seems likely to me that they would hold their
emotions tightly as well, doling them out but once, for good or not.
No, it is about you that I wonder and I find that for all my courage
gained over the years of my life, I am terrified to ask this one thing.
Taking a mate for life. Perhaps the idea is not so daunting to you, to
spend a mere mortal lifetime with only one ever touching you. It is not
something that my people would even consider. It's unnatural, they
would say, to shun what gifts can be created with nothing but the skin
and touch of another. Unnatural.
I'm forced to wonder if you have ever touched, or been touched. Do
dwarves ever lose themselves within the body of another, their minds
knowing nothing but sweat and sensation, two bodies twined together for
no other reason than lust and need? Is their lovemaking only for
reasons of procreation, holding nothing of the word 'love' within it?
Only a rough coupling with little pleasure and no words shared between?
Have you wasted your one opportunity for something such as that?
I find that I am furious at the very thought. Furious enough to push my
way past my doubts and ask the one question to which I fear the answer.
And you told me no.
That you had all but given up hope at finding one to whom you should
belong, and to hear such words from you. Not, one to mate, or even one
to love, but to whom you should belong.
My people view lovemaking as a gift, and so too, it seems, do your
people, if a gift of a different type.
A gift.
Dwarves mate for life, and so shall too, I believe, at least one elf.
-finis-
Hmm. Well, honestly, I think this kind of sucks. Maybe I'll like it better when I get back from work. We'll see.
Dwarves mate for life.
In all the legend and tales I have heard from my people concerning
dwarves, it is this one thing that I can be certain is true. Dwarves
take a mate but once in their lifetime, and never again. Should their
one chosen mate die then they will spend the rest of their lives alone
with only their grief as companion.
Or so my people say.
I find myself wondering, in the odd moments left free to me, few as
they are. I find myself wanting to ask. Not about whether there is
truth in what they say; of that I have little doubt. Dwarves are
hoarders by their very nature, of jewels and gold, of precious and
petty things alike. It seems likely to me that they would hold their
emotions tightly as well, doling them out but once, for good or not.
No, it is about you that I wonder and I find that for all my courage
gained over the years of my life, I am terrified to ask this one thing.
Taking a mate for life. Perhaps the idea is not so daunting to you, to
spend a mere mortal lifetime with only one ever touching you. It is not
something that my people would even consider. It's unnatural, they
would say, to shun what gifts can be created with nothing but the skin
and touch of another. Unnatural.
I'm forced to wonder if you have ever touched, or been touched. Do
dwarves ever lose themselves within the body of another, their minds
knowing nothing but sweat and sensation, two bodies twined together for
no other reason than lust and need? Is their lovemaking only for
reasons of procreation, holding nothing of the word 'love' within it?
Only a rough coupling with little pleasure and no words shared between?
Have you wasted your one opportunity for something such as that?
I find that I am furious at the very thought. Furious enough to push my
way past my doubts and ask the one question to which I fear the answer.
And you told me no.
That you had all but given up hope at finding one to whom you should
belong, and to hear such words from you. Not, one to mate, or even one
to love, but to whom you should belong.
My people view lovemaking as a gift, and so too, it seems, do your
people, if a gift of a different type.
A gift.
Dwarves mate for life, and so shall too, I believe, at least one elf.
-finis-
Hmm. Well, honestly, I think this kind of sucks. Maybe I'll like it better when I get back from work. We'll see.
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*bounces happily*
(er, sorry for the useless feedback, but i'm in Noooooooooo Invisible Man can't be OVER and DONE for good mode)
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And I didn't really watch IM, but I admit to be slightly bummed just for the people who did, because it was a pretty good show. Why do they cancel good shows but still take up airspace to show old reruns of 'Full House'?
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How are you feeling? Better I hope? I think I am catching something myself :(
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*purrrs* Ah, Keely fic. Life is good! ^________^
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