Vognar two months earlier…Part 4

Vognar two months earlier…Part 4

What would have been two weeks of recovery for the wounded elf quickly turned into a month due to her feigned slow recovery, as the pair became closer than either had thought possible. Winter now fully on the Mierani Forest, the previous night had been spent in unexpected passion and warmth, something that neither had ever known before. However Vognar was coolly quiet that frigid evening, even the fire he built did not seem to warm his condition.

Lying against his broad firm chest, Elordria wondered if he had grown tired of her company, now that he had her. Men especially human men where known for that, “You seem far away tonight”. She spoke softly in elven.

He stirred at the statement as if pulled away from troubled thoughts; “Hrrrm” was the only answer she received for some long moments.

“We should leave tomorrow and try to make one of your peoples cities, now that you are well”, stroking her long fair hair with his calloused hands.

She stiffened in his embrace, sitting up looking intently at him, Elordria pain glinting in her giant golden eyes. “Do you grow tired of me so quickly”, attempting to be coy but with more concern than she had planned.

Vognar looked shocked at first, then a strange smile of incredulity, followed by a loud laugh, “You think I wish to be rid of you, that I grow weary of your company so soon?” poking at her playfully to which she reposted with mocked shock and punches on his rock hard arms. The playful match ended in a embrace and a kiss.

Relieved that was not the case; she had more feelings for this Orodae than thought possible, nuzzling close to him again. “Then what troubles you”? Pressing him.

“I am concerned about my people and yours” daring to ruin the mood at the mention of the Ulfen raiders and appearance of her dark cousins. ”Although my concern is for your safety, we must travel in this weather, tell our leaders what has happened so that nothing ill comes to pass between them”.

More meekly now, Vognar dared “Then I will ask for your hand from your father and fight other suitors for your love”, more seriously at the last part.

Now it was Elordria’s turn to be stunned by Vognar, as a myriad of emotions crossed her face. ‘He wants to marry me? How wonderfully sweet and ridiculous, but he will die in a mere forty or fifty years, barring violence or sickness, she will still be an young adult’. She welled up at the thought of those few short decades together being so passionate but short.

‘Her family, what would they say they hated Orodaes, like him, rightly fearing their judgment of Vognar would be tainted by recent events’. Elordria swore, naively, she would not allow her people to harm him, but begrudgingly admitting, ‘that even if she had not fallen for this young man, she might have shared their contempt and condemnation of his kin’.

With a sigh, “Yes my love I want all the things you do and it is true there is danger but we must face it”, looking up into his icey blue eyes brushing a lock of hair from his face trying to etch this moment into her memory for all time. Their lips met in a tender kiss, resting her head back on his chest her eyes full of emotion.

“When” was all she could manage without weeping.

“Tomorrow”, feeling her fears Vognar drew her close surrounding Elordria in his strong embrace. The star-crossed lovers spent their last night in warmth, love and passion; soon their worlds would be turned upside down.