Many Journeys by Elleth

My Fairest Bed

For the prompts:

Book Titles: The Grass Widow, Waiting in the Wings
NSFW: Foreplay
Lyrics and Poetry: “And I said Venice and you heard Vegas”
Tolkien Quotes: “Their robes the wind, their raiment air…”

Erendis and her maid steal a moment in the country.

“Don’t call me this nonsense,” Erendis chides, quick and sharp with stuttering breath while her maid unlaces her dress and nips down over the exposed ridges of her spine. “The grass hasn’t widowed me - Emerië is my fairest bed, better than the palace’s. The sea did, and Aldarion himself.”

Tittering laughter, Ûrîphêl pulls the dress up over her hips, impatient, and strips her entirely. “I’ve been waiting in the wings ever since he sailed the first time, the prick.”

Despite herself, Erendis also laughs. It’s easier to breathe with air and grass and Ûrîphêl being all that’s on her body.