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[takesnoshit]

She rejoins him in time to see him cast something into the fire, though she cannot tell what it was. There are so many small things burning in the fire that it is impossible to tell which was whose.

"For the moment," she answers, still smiling a little. It is a good night, one of the best she can remember since before the orc raid that changed all things. "For the night, I hope. Even a Chieftain--or a Prince--needs some time alone." She nods her head towards the fire. "You thought of an offering for the fire, I see."

[grumpycatanthir]

"Mm." He nods. "Your nephew gave me the idea."

He eyes the level of the moon.

"Although I think there is not much left of the night, at this point."

[takesnoshit]

There is open curiosity in her gaze, but she does not ask, instead reaching into one of her pockets and pulling out something: a small, flat piece of glass, broken but still transparent.

"There is not," she agrees, looking at the fire and throwing the uneven glass circle in, aiming at the high point of the bonfire. She watches it glow in the fire for a moment, then looks up at Caranthir once more. "Come. There is a bit of hillside this way that I have found is best for watching the sun rise. Though that may not be for an hour or so yet."

[grumpycatanthir]

He follows the gleam of glass thoughtfully, but like her, he does not press, only nodding and turning to follow.

"Lead on. You will not be cold?" He checks - the Eldar can withstand greater ranges of temperature, but it is cold, and he has on his winter cloak.

[takesnoshit]

"I will not be cold enough to signify," she says. She too is warmly layered, not only in the clothes he gifted but her own fur-lined cloak. "And it is not far. Some ten minutes' walk, at my pace."

She has already turned to walk next to him, and it is a good thing she always moves briskly, or it would be difficult to keep up with his longer strides. She is glad at least it has not snowed in the past few days.

"Tell me more of courting among your people," she asks as they walk. "If there is more to tell."

/bullshits

[grumpycatanthir]

He nods, following in her footsteps.

"Ah... well. The fine details vary. We are not all one people, after all. The Noldor, as I said, court with gems. Usually something you've made yourself, is considered appropriate. The Vanyar preferred poetry and flowers, and if jewellry, gold only. Amongst the Teleri, giving the one you are courting fish caught by your own hand. The Sindar, I'm sure, have different traditions to. But the common denominator appears to be - the gift must come from your own hand, if at all possible, and from the hand of kin, if not."

/looks bake at Yule celebrations and snorts (this is good bullshit though)

[takesnoshit]

Haleth nods approvingly. "That seems appropriate. Far better than purchasing something impersonal from a trader, something that might have come from any hand and which says nothing about the giver, or the recipient. If the one courted wishes to accept or refuse, is there any ritual to that, beyond giving an answer?"

Re: /looks bake at Yule celebrations and snorts (this is good bullshit though)

[grumpycatanthir]

"That depends as well." He pauses a little, understanding why she is asking, and at once grateful and angry that she needs to ask.

"Amongst my people... the language of gems meant that the one being courted could repay a gift in such a way as to signify rejection, or simply... return the gift. I don't know how the others did it."

[takesnoshit]

She hears the note of frustration in his voice, and looks up at him, eyebrow raised. Her voice is quiet as the says, "The custom is similar among my people. And I am wearing your gift."

[grumpycatanthir]

"Yes."

He hesitates and then adds. "But I did not wish to read to much into it. You do not know my culture, and have no reason to, after all. Normally, to wear the gift is to accept the suite, but obviously that is not the case, in this scenario."

[takesnoshit]

"Ah." She grimaces a little, aware that she may have hurt him. "With us, to accept and use or display the gift signifies...not full acceptance, but that the giver is at least favored. Or else the gift is returned." Haleth sighs, looking ahead once more. "We have much scope for misunderstanding. I appreciate that you do not make assumptions."

Neither does she, it is clear, or else she would not ask so many questions.

But they have come to the edge of the hill, which slopes steeply downwards towards the plain that leads to the mountains in the east. Haleth walks with sure steps down towards a particular place, an indent in the slope. It is an excellent place to sit, protected from the wind on several sides, and providing a clear, unobstructed view of the landscape ahead and below. She settles herself at once, and gestures for him to sit beside her.

[grumpycatanthir]

"I am not angry." He assures her. "You did not know, and I do not expect you to, nor to conform to our ideas."

He comes to sit beside her.

"The men of my family are all stubborn." He says quietly. "Until you tell me no... I will keep trying."

[takesnoshit]

"Stubborn and precipitous both, you warned me." Haleth looks over at him and smiles a little, not without affection. "If I did tell you no, would you accept it?"

[grumpycatanthir]

"I would not be happy, but..." He looks away.

"If that is... would be, what you wanted. I would abide."

[takesnoshit]

Haleth looks back out at the mountains. The horizon is hidden behind them, and the stars are still bright. "What life could we have?" she asks quietly, after a few moments. "Would you have me bring my people to dwell with you in your city? Or would you and I live apart, instead of working side by side as husband and wife should, and see each other but once or twice a season?"

[grumpycatanthir]

"I would not ask you to leave your people." He says honestly.

"And you would not believe me, if I said I would leave mine. To you it might seem strange, to live apart and meet only for a season, but it is not unheard of, amongst my folk, to part only to return. It would be unusual, yes - but my folk have long understood that one's work or passion might take partners apart for a season."

[takesnoshit]

"Your people are long-lived, however, far more so than we. What is a season in a lifespan of centuries?" She sighs a little. "You wrong me when you say I would not believe you, for I know you are truthful. But I would not ask you to leave your people for my sake any more than you would require it of me."

She blinks, as though what they both have said has only just sunk in, and turns to him astonished. "Do you mean that you would, if there were no other way to be with me?"

[grumpycatanthir]

"I would." He says quietly.

"You speak truly that a season is little in a long life. And I would spend as much time as I could with you before you are gone."

[takesnoshit]

She spoke truth; she does believe him, astonished as she is, and her eyes show that she is much shaken by his certitude.

Haleth's eyes flit from his eyes to his mouth, and she licks her own lips unconsciously. Taking a deep breath, she reaches up and places a hand on the back of his head, pulling it down to her level so she may kiss him.

[grumpycatanthir]

He blinks at her, startled, and she can feel the flush.

"Haleth?" he asks, unsure.

[takesnoshit]

She halts at once, remembering abruptly that there is much opportunity for misunderstanding here. "May I kiss you?" she asks, and she is blushing a little herself, her voice hushed. "I should have asked first, and ask pardon that I did not."

[grumpycatanthir]

He breathes out, a shaky noise, and nods, shyly.

"If... if you want."

He closes the distance between them slowly, shyly, for all his normal poise.

you just had to use the cat icon for the kiss, didn't you.

[takesnoshit]

She nods also, a slight movement, just before their mouths meet and her eyes close.

At first it is only a meeting of lips, cool and chapped by winter air. Then Haleth takes another breath and leans against him, opening her mouth a little so their breath mingles and they may taste each other's warmth. Her hand is still resting on the back of his head, and her fingers twine themselves in the night-dark hair.

She pulls away after a moment, looking more calm than she did before, and licks her lips again. "It is Yuletide," she says softly. "A night for reflection and gratitude. I propose that for what is left of it we talk no more of choices, but simply enjoy each other's company."

I had nothign suitable! XD

[grumpycatanthir]

As she parts her lips he does also, softly tasting her and reaching to draw her close. He parts reluctantly from her, and his cheeks are stained as red as his mothername, but the light in his eyes is very bright.

"That I can do." He agrees. "Thank you, Haleth."

Such as literally any other icon? ;)

[takesnoshit]

"For the kiss, or the suggestion?" she asks. He has an arm around her still, and she does not pull further back; on the contrary she leans against him. They will both be warmer that way, after all. And besides, his arm fits well over her shoulder.