Summer Storms by octopus_fool  

Summer Storms

Elwing knew who the golden-haired stranger was, even though she tried to keep her identity secret. Guilt was a funny thing. She had once lived at Elwing's great-grandparents' court, and now she dared not give her name.

Let her keep her secrets. Elwing would not chase her off anyway. Instead, they circled around each other, moving as if following the paces of an intricate dance. 

The hot air hung heavy as they looked out at the sea, the water choppy and dark.

"I wish the summer storms would come," Elwing said. 

"It is a strange thing to do, to wish for storms to come."

"It will be unbearable until they do. Hot and humid, and everyone will be at each other's throats."

Their eyes met, and Elwing suddenly felt hot and overly aware of the other woman's proximity. Elwing wondered if her words held a different meaning for the Noldor. 

"You have guessed who I am, have you not?"

Elwing nodded.

"And yet you still wish for storms. Then let us dance, the damned with the damned. Maybe one of us will survive the storms to come, and will remember how we once danced in the wake of a storm."