Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

EPILOGUE

A YEAR LATER

Mila sprinkled some flour on the work table at her home, humming to herself as she took a portion of dough and started kneading it with her clean hands.

A pair of strong yet gentle arms snaked on her waist. She relished the feeling of his warm, hard body pressed flush against her back, always in a way that never failed to make her feel safe and comforted. She tilted her head, meeting her husband's lips for a chaste, loving kiss. His shimmering blue eyes soft, lips smiling at her delicately, a gesture that was mirrored on her own. When she felt his fingers intertwined in hers, she broke their long kiss with a chuckle.

"Why do you always do this when my hands are covered in flour?" she giggled.

Glorfindel chuckled lowly, opted to kiss her cheek and jaw as he crossed her arms around her stomach, his hold on her tightened. He inhaled the scent of her skin; soft, creamy lavender, mixed with the warmth of bread being baked in the oven filling in the air inside their tiny house.

The perfect blend of her scent and her baking in his nostrils, and her body in his arms-Glorfindel realized-this was home.

"I missed you, my little wildflower," he cooed, his azure blue eyes glittered with love and adoration as he gazed into her eyes. "What? Can't I hug my wife after coming home from a long day?" teased Glorfindel, stealing another kiss from her neck, making her giggle again.

"Hm, long day, huh?" snickered Mila, "Those woods you chopped outside must've been giving you such a hard time."

A deep, throaty sound reverberated in his chest as he chuckled good naturedly. "Indeed."

The two of them exchanged another playful look, then their lips locked again in a kiss tainted with longing and affection. It was rather silly; him coming back inside the house almost every hour, checking on her, spoiling her rotten with his affection. Mila would never complain, and in fact, taking advantage of every second of it.

"Help me make this bread," murmured Mila lowly, "After that... By the fire tonight..." she whispered to his ear, earning herself and an attractive smirk from her destructively beautiful husband.

Mila captured Glorfindel's mouth again, her tongue teased his lips, making him hum in pleasure and contentment. His voice low and seductive as he voiced his response. "Hmm... Why not just now, huh?" he teased, making her chuckle, "How'd you like this table?"

"Stop it," Mila blushed red, admonishing him half heartedly with her bright yet coy smile, elbowing him on his stomach, "It will ruin this batch of bread. Come on, help me first," she purred between her breathy chuckle.

He gave her a cheeky smile, her heart soared at seeing this side of Glorfindel, more and more everyday. He kissed her cheek noisily. "I'll wash my hands first."

His warmth left her, but Mila didn't mind because the thrum of his happiness that she felt down their marriage bond still continued to spread across her chest like a warm blanket in a cold day, enveloping her. She went back to kneading the dough on the table, smiling to herself.

Bringing Glorfindel to this tiny home last year, away from everyone else in the seclusion of Imladris forest was the best decision she had ever made.

After that night when she held him all night, when he had shown her his monster, as Glorfindel put it, she knew he still had a long way to recovery. It still felt surreal that her husband had went through such a life altering trauma, all because of her.