Reinette felt Dúlinnor's arm snake around her waist as he pulled her down to him once more. Her body was held snug against his own, and she was sure that he had to be able to feel the way her heart beat wildly in her chest as he kissed her. Something about it felt different, and she wanted to believe it was because he had feelings for her, more than what he'd shown her. But he never moved to touch her anywhere but around her waist, never ventured from her arms. Her self of the past probably would have yelled at her for the thoughts she had about Dúlinnor, but she simply couldn't
help herself.
It probably had something to do with the fact that she had grown up and lived in 20th and 21st century America, and that he lived in a world akin to their middle ages. Oh, and he was an Elf too - that probably had something to do with it. She mulled a few of her guesses around in her head, hoping it was one of those, and not that he didn't actually have much of an attraction to her.
He eventually pulled away from her, though he had held their kiss for a long while. She had gladly continue to move her mouth against his own while it had lasted.
"Good night, pen-vuil." Reinette had never heard the term before, but from the way he said it, she could feel the weight of the words. It meant something, and whatever it meant, he clearly wasn't someone who said it often.
She settled into the crook of his arm, smiling as she got comfortable. "Goodnight, Dúlinnor..." She had almost whispered, her head resting lightly against his chest, her thumb tracing patterns against his night shirt as she slowly drifted off into her own little dream world.
"I love him..."
Reinette hadn't been able to stop the words from coming out of her mouth earlier in the week when she had been visiting with Thurilostel. The other Elven woman had looked sort of taken aback by the words, and Reinette had regretted saying it out loud for just a millisecond before a smile had spread across Thuri's face. The Elven woman had moved from her seat to sit next to Reinette, pulling her into an embrace, before she finally spoke.
"I am glad you finally recognize your own feelings." Reinette's jaw had nearly dropped at the words, but Thurilostel simply offered Reinette a smile.
The two women spoke for a few minutes more, before Thuri abruptly stood. "We must head to the market soon, before Dúlinnor returns with Bregolon. I suspect now is the most opportune moment to speak with Golradir Táralóm..." Thurilostel spoke of the man of whom would be making the bow for Dúlinnor, and Reinette nodded eagerly. Together, they had made their way to the market, checking for any signs of Dúlinnor. He knew not of their plan, and Reinette was determined to keep it that way.
When they had finally found Golradir's shop, Thurilostel quickly ushered Reinette inside an out of the public eye. The Mortal woman presented the journal page to the shop keeper, who in turn drew up his own rendition of the bow as Reinette described her vision to him in whatever Elvish words she knew, Thurilostel filling in with an appropriate word when she couldn't find one to describe what she meant.
When he was done, he'd shown her the finished plan, and she had smiled. It was somehow better than she'd imagined it, and she nodded, thanking the shop keeper before he told her when to stop by to pick it up. He'd indicated the end of the week, which was only a few days away, and Reinette had been surprised at just how quickly he was able to make it.
But they had soon returned to Thurilostel and Aglaron's flet, before Dúlinnor had with Bregolon. The male had never known they'd been gone.
The end of the week had finally approached. The night before Reinette was set to pick up the bow, she had gone to sleep in Dúlinnor's arms much as she did every night, absolutely antsy about the next day. She willed her body to wake up earlier than normal, and was actually relatively surprised when that seemed to work the next morning.
She'd been careful sliding out of bed, slowly moving so as to not disturb Dúlinnor's sleeping form. The first time she'd seen him sleeping with his eyes opened, it had frightened her - she'd thought he was awake, but upon checking had realized that he wasn't. It was odd to her, but she'd gotten used to it; she'd wondered if it was odd for him to see her sleep with her eyes closed.
Once she was safely out of his room, Dúlinnor completely unawares of her departure, she slipped into her own room. She was quick to remove her night clothes and slip into something appropriate for the day before she fixed herself and made her way from the flet. She had the route to Golradir's store memorized, and sooner than later she had arrived. Some of the other stalls were beginning to open, but his was already open. She was thankful for that, stepping inside.
When Golradir saw her, he smiled, stepping into a back room of sorts before reappearing with a large packaged wrapped up. Setting it on the table in the middle of the room, he gently unwrapped the twine and papers before showing her the beautiful bow in the middle. Reinette was absolutely in awe at the beauty of the bow, and damn it if she wasn't proud of her design capabilities! She mentally pat herself on the back, before gently lifting the bow from the package to look it over. Golradir seemed confident in his work, showing her how the wood bent with proper ease and just the right amount of tension. Reinette didn't know much about bows, but trusted that it would work properly. She was simply in awe at the way the grip wove together, seemingly so delicate but clearly stronger than it appeared. The hollow carvings had her wondering how this guy was able to make such a weapon - deadly and beautiful all at the same time.
But she knew she had to get back. She thanked him as much as she possibly could, the older Elven man laughing slightly at how happy she seemed to be. He re-wrapped the package for her, accepting the coin before sending her on her way.
Her steps were light and carefree, her mood absolutely elevated. Dúlinnor had no idea that he would be receiving such a gift, and she couldn't wait to give it to him.
She snuck back into the flet just as silently as she had left, quickly making her way to her room to deposit the package in the far corner, away from the doorway in case he checked in her room for her (though she doubted he would). Removing her cloak, she left it on her bed, before making her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She assumed that Dúlinnor would be waking shortly if he wasn't already up and about, and knew that she had arrived back at the flet at just the right moment.
She had made reasonable progress on their morning meal before she felt another presence in the room. But it was only just before a pair of arms slid around her waist. That moment of recognition happened instantly, and instead of jumping in surprise like she would have done, she leaned into the embrace as his kiss touched her cheek.
"Good morning, pen-vuil." His voice was soft in her ear, and the husk that remained on his vocal chords after awakening sent a small shiver down her spine.
But he moved from her, taking his spot at the table. She was quick to serve their food, taking her own seat as Dúlinnor spoke.
"It looks wonderful." He was smiling at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. There was still a lingering heaviness in the air, partially brought about by his touch not too long prior. It was those moments where she wouldn't mind being swept up, pressed between him and a wall, clothes scattered... She turned her eyes from him momentarily, couldn't possibly bring herself to look at him for a few moments as she begged her mind to stop being so absolutely evil.
Clearly, he didn't feel the same way, she figured. Else, he would have done something by now. She sighed lightly, before finally looking back up at him. He seemed to be trying to keep the tension levels low, and for that she was thankful - he offered her another smile, which she returned as best she could.
They ate together as they always did, speaking of their plans for the day. Reinette felt the earlier excitement begin to well within her again, mixing in with some of the tension she felt. But she just couldn't help but be excited to give him the bow she had designed for him. She was quick to finish her meal, before she spoke.
"Would you mind terribly to clean up the dishes? I have something I need to get..." She was smiling, a slightly mischievous look in her eyes. She waited for his answer, before quickly excusing herself from the room.
She made her way into her bedroom, taking hold of the package she had set against the floor before hoisting it up and walking it to the sitting room. Placing it on the table near the couch, she gave it one last happy glance before moving back to the kitchen. Dúlinnor was just finishing up with the dishes, and she made her way into the room, taking hold of his hand gently before pulling on it lightly, indicating that she wanted him to follow her. She laced her fingers with his own, before she spoke. They walked together as the words came forth.
"I... Well, I was thinking about a lot of the things that have happened over the past couple months. And one of them stuck out above all else. So, I... well, I got you something." Her words ended as they stood in the threshold of the sitting room, her eyes falling on the package with a smile in them.
She left go of his hand so that he could move further into the room, as she watched his reactions, waiting with anticipation and nervous butterflies in her heart as she watched after him.