All Mythical Things

The House of Círdan

Languages:

'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'

"Quenya/Sindarin"

"Westron/Common tongue"

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The House of Círdan

I sighed in relief while Lord Nestaron rebandaged my leg not only because my wounds are healing in miraculous pace but also because of what happened earlier in the garden. The sudden rain was unexpected and if I didn't get inside fast, who knows what might have happened and I'm not taking any chances. Thankfully, the fabric of my dress resisted the bits of raindrops that fell on it. Glorfindel was also smooth. In fact he is very smooth to just sweep me off my feet and actually carry me in his arms. I thought those things only happens in stories and if one week ago, I would see myself in that situation, I might have gagged myself in disgust but hey, gotta admit, it wasn't that bad. Especially if such an impossibly, too handsome, too perfect male specie has done it to you. Those strong arms of his… le sigh… I felt every contour of his strong biceps. That lean and strong chest, the fresh, almost minty scent of his body, those…

No I'm certainly not fan girling him. It's just hard not to appreciate those… things… damn it. C'mon… maiden virtue, maiden virtue. I cringe internally as I try not to think like a pervert.

The blond left to check out his abandoned horse if it really went back to the stables by itself. More like he sneaked out to get away from the eyes of these two healers who are grinning like two foxes and giving us a burning look with stuffs that could mean a lot of things. I feel a storm brewing.

Anyway, the good sir Nestaron here is also very handsome. He has a milky white skin and of course with the ever present strange glow these elves must have. He possesses such mysterious green eyes and his long, rich chocolate brown hair is flowing like a smooth waterfall in a…

Wait a minute… chocolate! I gasped. I did accept the eighty percent possibility of me in another dimension or something but how about the existence of chocolates? How about pizza? Hello?!

I suddenly felt horrified at the thought, and I guess Ms. Heledh and Lord Nestaron have also noticed my reaction. "Erika, is there something wrong?" The latter said, tucking in the end of the bandage with a gold clip that looks too pretty to be just a mere bandage clip.

"Please tell me you have chocolates here?"

"Chocolates?"

I feel like sobbing. "It's official. I'm being punished by the heavens." I sat with my legs tuck in my chest and two arms wrapping around it. I rested my left cheek on my knees and sighed forlornly.

I heard Ms. Heledh laugh gently. "You are so weird."

"I feel like the world is about to meet its end. If I can't eat chocolate anymore then just let me perish in peace. Life has no meaning."