The large windows in the infirmary show those confined inside the night outside. The stars twinkle, almost outshined by the moon. Ilwinterhofal remains by the window, leaning back against it in a light, restful slumber.

Mordhrin gets up out of his cot and walks over to the slumbering IIlwin and gently wraps his arms about her waist, holding her close to him. He lays his head on her shoulder feeling her chest move up and down as she darws breathe.

Stirring slightly, Ilwin sighs in her sleep, shifting a bit, wiggling herself closer to Mordhrin, though she still sleeps.

Mordhrin begins to slowing rub, then lightly tickle IIwin's stomach while he gently kisses the back of her neck.

Waking slowly at first, but then quicker, Ilwin wiggles around, trying to get away from the tickling hands attacking her. Giggling with glee, she turns around to face her attacker, eyes glittering like a thousand stars.

Mordhrin says," I did not mean to wake you, dear but now that you are," he says with a grin. He gives her a soft tender kiss on the lips, eyes dancing with delight.

"I'm so glad you did," Ilwin replies playfully, grinning as she returns the kiss. "How long have you been sitting here?" she asks curiously, wondering when she drifted off, and if she was asleep all day.

I have been sitting here for some time holding you close. I could stand it no longer," he says smiling." Tickiling you is jsut too fun."

Grinning, Ilwin reaches behind Mordhrin as if to hug him close, but instead tickles him, breaking into happy laughter herself.

Mordhrin , surprisngly jerks in response to the tickling. He trys to hold it in but it comes out in jolly laughter. He must be really ticklish to be squriming so much.

Ilwin grins, and continues tickling Mordhrin. "Say you give up and I'll stop!" she says teasingly.

Mordhrin trys to get words out of his mother but cant because he is laughing too hard. Instead he doubles his assault on IIwin's sensitive spots.

Quickly stopping herself, Ilwin doubles over, trying to protect herself. Giggling uncontrollably, she rolls onto her side, curling up into a ball.

They both roll of the chair in a mad battle of tickling. Giggles and laughter fills the room as the two go head to head, seeing who is the most ticklish.

"Alright, you win!" Ilwin finally yells, trying to roll away, but deciding better of it. Rolling close to Mordhrin, she lays down next to him, looking into his eyes, holding his hand.

Mordhrin gathers Ilwin up to him, holding her close. She lays her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he draws breathe. The tickling seems to have tired her out and she is soon asleep. Mordhrin lays there for a time, tenderly stroking her hair with his hand. After some time has past he slides out form under her. I caredfully picks up her still sleeping form and carrys it to the cot nect to hid and gently, oh so gently, sets her down. He gives her one last kiss before he too goes to sleep.