Pictures at an Exhibition by Robinka

The Bond

A bit twisted take on the Sindar. Thank yous to Himring for the beta :)

There are certain advantages of my position, I think in agony, gasping, gritting and baring my teeth. My spine arches; blood drums in my temples; my muscles strain to the point of weakness. Certain advantages, I hiss while my fingers try to claw the air above the band – one thing particularly.

I'm not hanging.

She collapses, chest to chest, slick and shivering, and whispers into my hair about "releasing the chestnut stud" as she unlaces the knot on the bedframe. My breathing tunes with hers.

These Sindarin princesses aren't prudish in the slightest. Who'd have expected?