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Elenwë did not marry for love, and finds herself longing through the years for something forbidden.
Irissë looked pained. “I’ve bruised myself. On – oh Eru, a bust of Uncle Fëanáro. Talk about a mood killer…”
“This isn’t working,” said Elenwë. “We need to go somewhere else or I’ll have nightmares for the rest of my life about your entire extended family watching us while we – ”
“Agreed,” said Irissë, looking rather ill.
Elenwë is stressed. Luckily, Aredhel knows exactly how to help.
Written for Rhapsody the Bard for the 2013 My Slashy Valentine exchange.