An arranged marriage could solve everything: Legolas' post-war melancholy, Lasriel's dream of freedom and a family, her mother's exile, King Thranduil's dark secret. But turning childhood friendship into love is not as easy as they thought - and nei...
~Lasriel wonders what she does wrong in bed and tries to make the house a bit nicer. Back in Greenwood, Thuriniel struggles not to become too friendly with the Elvenking.~
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In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun.
– Mary Poppins
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14. Handyelf
Pulling the comforter up to her nose, Lasriel drew in the lingering scent of her husband. Not for the first time she wished he would have stayed the whole night.
She couldn't say she liked the act itself, but at least it was an opportunity to have him close and feel his arms around her, and she enjoyed being able to touch him.
Why had he seemed in such an unusual hurry to leave? He hadn't even looked at her after it was over. Was it something she did wrong?
If only he would tell her what he expected her to do. Be more active? More silent? Or less silent? Touch him more?
Sighing, she rolled over on her side and tried to sleep, but it took a long time until she did.
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Lasriel woke up before sunrise to the sound of dripping water. It had begun to rain during the night, heavier than before, and the roof was leaking. There was already a puddle in the corner of her room.
She put her chamber pot under the leakage, mentally adding "mending roof" on her long to-do list for the day. But first she thoroughly needed a bath, and since there was no tub in the cabin the river would have to suffice. She shuddered at the thought of bathing there in the winter, but maybe by then she would have had time to get a tub.
Her other planned chores that day involved restocking the pantry at Galion's storage, and while she was there she would ask if he had any rugs or similar. The straw on the dirt floor did nothing to protect against the cool draft. Perhaps she could put rugs on the walls too?
Thankfully nobody else was up that early so she could take her cold bath without anyone around. Despite that, she felt exposed and awkward to be naked in a public area. Another thing to add on a future to-do list would be to build some sort of screen, maybe? The reeds growing here would be good material to weave it with – but first she needed a book to teach herself how to do it.
Was there a library in Osgiliath? She must remember to ask Galion about that too.
The trench that was used as a privy could benefit from such protective screens as well; so far she had only ventured there in darkness.
That was another change she would like to do: to build some sort of lavatory. It was actually odd that there wasn't one already, but until now everybody in the colony was male so they had perhaps not felt the need.
