DĂșlinnor was pressing another kiss against her mouth, his body leaning into her own. He was smiling as he pulled away, though he looked more serious as he spoke. "That... is an unfair question." She knew he was right, knew it probably wasn't fair of her to ask such things of him. Earth and Middle Earth were different in their customs, that was for certain. And Elves were probably different from men... She hadn't had the chance to meet any of Middle Earth's Men, but she imagined she might find the change in personality severely different in comparison to that of the Elves. After living among them her entire time in Middle Earth, being around anyone else might be... a shock to the system, to say the least.
But DĂșlinnor was smiling at her once more. "I suppose that you've already made up your mind, regardless of what I say. I would not mind for you to join me if it is what you wish. In fact, I would welcome your company." She was smiling at his words, glad that he wanted her to join him. He pulled her into a kiss once more, her breath failing to reach her lungs. She couldn't care less, almost losing herself in the kiss before he pulled away to speak. "I see you soon?"
She nodded, a silly little smile on her face. As he walked away, she let out her breath before greedily taking another. She silently laughed to herself at her actions - sometimes, she forgot she was an adult, and not some love-struck teenager.
She made her way to her room, closing her door behind her before unlacing herself out of her dress and slipping the fabric from her body. She slipped into a new bottom of underclothes. Finding her nightdress, she slipped the silken fabric onto her skin, loving the way it felt against her - honestly, if she could just wear that dress all the time, she absolutely would.
She soon made her way from her room, humming lightly to herself as she moved throughout the flet. She came to DĂșlinnor's door a moment later, her fist pausing in front of the threshold as if questioning her next move. She bit her lip lightly, before knocking three times. She then pushed open the door slowly, in case he weren't dressed. When no protest or startled sound was heard from the other side, she assumed he was decent, so she entered.
He was waiting for her in the bed, and she smiled as she entered, taking in the expanse before her. It was beautiful room - a bit neater than her own, not that hers was especially messy. She just approached her decor like an empty canvas, waiting for her to fill it with color. DĂșlinnor's room was more like his personality - more clean cut, more in line, more orderly. She appreciated that about him, though she felt a twinge of guilt at probably pushing him a bit past his comfort zone by flat out asking to spend the night in his bed.
She approached the side of the bed, her eyes turning around his room, his eyes on her form. Finally at the edge of the bed, she turned to face him, smiling at him as she climbed into it. She slid under the covers, getting comfortable, before she felt a familiar arm snake around her waist. She could feel his steady breath on the back of her neck, a tingle moving through her blood at the feeling. "We will more than likely have to visit with my parents before Aglaron leaves for the border. I have also promised my brother that we shall watch over Thurilostel and Bregolon. He worries for them."
Reinette frowned slightly; worry for Aglaron crept into her heart. She had felt the abosolute terror when she had run into those Orcs. She wondered how they all didn't feel the same. She knew that she could never do anything close to what the Wardens were expected to do... Not unless she had an AK-47 and some anti-aircraft missiles. But DĂșlinnor's hand on her hip centered her, reminded her that he was still there, even after getting shot with a poisoned arrow. Aglaron was trained to do these things, so he'd be okay, too, because he'd be on alert.
She knew that Thuri would worry. And she knew that even though Bregolon was young, he would miss his father. "I don't mind visiting your parents," she said after a moment of silence. "And I'll always do whatever I can to keep Thurilostel positive. Plus, Bregolon is adorable, so any excuse to visit him is a good one..." She smiled, settling back more into his chest.
His lips against her shoulder left goosebumps behind, a shiver running through her. "You know, if you are not careful I will begin to expect you to join me in bed." He sounded tired, but the way his voice touched her ear made her heart skip a beat. She wondered brielfly if he knew exactly what he did to her body, to her brain. Her voice was slightly shaky as she answered him, but she was honest in her words.
"That's... okay. Maybe I..." She paused. 'Maybe I want to be here...' she thought to herself. After a pause, she spoke again, this time with more confidence in her voice. "Maybe I'd be okay with that."
A lot of things were going through her mind then. 'Maybe I'd spend every night with you in your bed...' Her hand slid against his at the thought, noting the way it had slackened a bit. He'd fallen asleep. She smiled lightly at the realization, before settling more into the bed. Her thoughts drifted between topics as she felt sleep begin to call to her. Marriage, children. Stupid stuff, like missing Coke-a-Cola more than any sane person ought to. She wondered briefly what Earth was like without her presence there, before she fell asleep.
Adam Levine was standing in the sitting room, except for the sitting room was made out of clouds and there was unicorn staring at her through the cloud-window. Reinette questioned none of this, instead making artful comments as DĂșlinnor painted a picture - Adam was the subject, and in his hand he was holding a rubber duck, while balancing an apple on his head. He was wearing plaid lederhosen, and looked absolutely hipster.
Bregolon was about twenty stories tall, and he was eating the trees as if they were broccoli. Reinette laughed, kicking up a puff of the cloud-floor as Thurilostel floated by, reading a book as if nothing were happening.
For whatever reason, this all made sense. Even though absolutely none of it made sense.
The feeling of lips against her neck brought Reinette out of the dream world she was so previously absorbed into. Her eyes opened slowly, quickly shutting again at the brightness of the room for a moment before reopening. Blinking groggily, she rolled slightly toward her back, noting that DĂșlinnor was above her. He was looking down at her from a slightly elevated position, a smile in his eyes. "Good morning."
She smiled at him a bit stupidly - granted, she was still sort of half asleep, but she giggled anyway. "Good morning..." She answered back, her voice a slight whisper from sleep.
"Would it be horrible to just stay in bed all day?"
Reinette looked about her for a moment, remembering that she'd spent the night with DĂșlinnor in his room. Looking back at him, she shook her head lightly. "I don't think so. Lazy days are the best..." She pecked him lightly on the cheek, before laughing. "I had the weirdest dream... Your house was made of clouds, Bregolon was a giant, and Adam Levine was wearing lederhosen." She knew that practically none of that would make any sense to him, but she couldn't help the fit of giggles that burst from her. "I know that sounds weird, and that you don't know who Adam Levine is or what lederhosen are, but trust me... It was funny."
Her eyes practically sparkled in the morning sun, the gold in her iris reflecting the light.