The intensity has nothing to do with arousal, but everything to do with fulfillment. Here, finally here, in the place she has wanted so much and had denied herself, with her arms around Caranthir and his around her. Here where she can press him close, hear him breathe. She kisses him again and again, his mouth and face, eyelids, forehead.

After that initial storm has passed she still holds him, as tightly as she may, his face buried in the crook of her neck and hers in his hair. Nothing more is needed, for Haleth.