Drabbletag5 - Silmarillion (Aredhel/Elenwë) - Daring
Title: we know how to fly
Prompt: Drabbletag5 - Daring
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: Aredhel/Elenwë
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Notes: Set in Valinor, so Quenya names are used (Irissë=Aredhel).
"It's not so high," Irissë scoffed when Elenwë showed her the cliff above the mountain pool, already rolling up her sleeves. "Bet I can beat you up, anyway."
The Vanya gave her a small smile and leapt up onto the first ledge, bare legs flashing. Irissë followed, keeping close behind her, sure that the delicate, bookish girl couldn't keep up that pace for long.
To her surprise, Elenwë scaled the cliff with graceful ease (the shower of pebbles that hit Irissë full in the face and delayed her for several seconds was very clearly deliberate). She also beat Irissë by a good bodylength, and sat down at the edge to watch her struggle up the last stretch.
"How was the climb?" she asked sweetly as Irissë dragged herself over the edge, resorting to an embarrassingly inelegant kick to swing her legs over.
"Very well, you win," Irissë gasped out, holding up her hands in defeat. "Happy?"
Elenwë offered her a hand, smiling again. When Irissë took it she pulled her forward with surprising strength, toppling them both over the edge of the cliff, down towards the sparkling water. Irissë's startled yelp was muffled by Elenwë's lips, fastened on hers, both of them suspended in the rushing wind--
They hit the surface and she inhaled water, gasping and wrenching free of Elenwë to claw her way to the surface.
"I've always wanted to do that," Elenwë laughed, surfacing beside her, and Irissë sent an irritable splash of water her way.
"Next time ask for a kiss instead of dragging me off a cliff, then."
"Very well." Elenwë swam closer, grinning. "May I?"
"Of course you may," Irissë muttered, closing her eyes.
Prompt: Drabbletag5 - Daring
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: Aredhel/Elenwë
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Notes: Set in Valinor, so Quenya names are used (Irissë=Aredhel).
"It's not so high," Irissë scoffed when Elenwë showed her the cliff above the mountain pool, already rolling up her sleeves. "Bet I can beat you up, anyway."
The Vanya gave her a small smile and leapt up onto the first ledge, bare legs flashing. Irissë followed, keeping close behind her, sure that the delicate, bookish girl couldn't keep up that pace for long.
To her surprise, Elenwë scaled the cliff with graceful ease (the shower of pebbles that hit Irissë full in the face and delayed her for several seconds was very clearly deliberate). She also beat Irissë by a good bodylength, and sat down at the edge to watch her struggle up the last stretch.
"How was the climb?" she asked sweetly as Irissë dragged herself over the edge, resorting to an embarrassingly inelegant kick to swing her legs over.
"Very well, you win," Irissë gasped out, holding up her hands in defeat. "Happy?"
Elenwë offered her a hand, smiling again. When Irissë took it she pulled her forward with surprising strength, toppling them both over the edge of the cliff, down towards the sparkling water. Irissë's startled yelp was muffled by Elenwë's lips, fastened on hers, both of them suspended in the rushing wind--
They hit the surface and she inhaled water, gasping and wrenching free of Elenwë to claw her way to the surface.
"I've always wanted to do that," Elenwë laughed, surfacing beside her, and Irissë sent an irritable splash of water her way.
"Next time ask for a kiss instead of dragging me off a cliff, then."
"Very well." Elenwë swam closer, grinning. "May I?"
"Of course you may," Irissë muttered, closing her eyes.