He must lift her up off the ground a little to kiss her thus, and this she allows, even if it means they stop talking for a few minutes. Such a kiss is worth some delay.
But only some, and before long she presses at his shoulders so he will put her back on her feet, still smiling. "Come, or we will not reach it before nightfall. And I had thought you were impatient."
It is not so far away, in truth; if they need to be found it is easily done, the more so as it is reachable on foot. But Haleth has made it very clear that they are not to be interfered with, and she is not one to cross. Not even for the formidable sons of Feanor who might wish to tease their brother. Perhaps especially not by them.
The forest gives way to a quiet river in an open glade, near the top of a hill, giving them a clear view of the East where the sun will rise. In the glade is a large tent, and if it is not luxurious by the standards of Valinor, still it is luxurious for a tent, and well supplied. They can remain for at least a week if not more. She has even brought some of Caranthir's own embroidery materials, and her own cooking utensils, as well as bows and arrows for hunting game.
Of more immediate importance, the flap is open and shows that inside is a bedroll more than large enough for two, piled high underneath with enough rushes and furs to guarantee neither of them will feel it a hardship to sleep without a proper bed.
Haleth looks more than a little smug. They could have waited longer for their wedding, and given a year she might have built them a proper house, such as she eventually built for herself in the forest of Brethil. But what for? This has all they need and all they want. She looks up to see Caranthir's reaction not for approval so much as confirmation.
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But only some, and before long she presses at his shoulders so he will put her back on her feet, still smiling. "Come, or we will not reach it before nightfall. And I had thought you were impatient."
It is not so far away, in truth; if they need to be found it is easily done, the more so as it is reachable on foot. But Haleth has made it very clear that they are not to be interfered with, and she is not one to cross. Not even for the formidable sons of Feanor who might wish to tease their brother. Perhaps especially not by them.
The forest gives way to a quiet river in an open glade, near the top of a hill, giving them a clear view of the East where the sun will rise. In the glade is a large tent, and if it is not luxurious by the standards of Valinor, still it is luxurious for a tent, and well supplied. They can remain for at least a week if not more. She has even brought some of Caranthir's own embroidery materials, and her own cooking utensils, as well as bows and arrows for hunting game.
Of more immediate importance, the flap is open and shows that inside is a bedroll more than large enough for two, piled high underneath with enough rushes and furs to guarantee neither of them will feel it a hardship to sleep without a proper bed.
Haleth looks more than a little smug. They could have waited longer for their wedding, and given a year she might have built them a proper house, such as she eventually built for herself in the forest of Brethil. But what for? This has all they need and all they want. She looks up to see Caranthir's reaction not for approval so much as confirmation.