The setting sun bounces it's rays off the waterfall, sending glittering light in every direction. An elleth sits on a rock in the flowing water, the sunlight and water casting glittering light around her. A bird sits on the rock near her, twittering a song, which she joins in, singing lightly and happily, welcoming the springtime.
Mordhrin steps off the path quietly, spotting his prey on the rock. He slip off the path, quickly towards the outcropping. He unclasps his sword and cloak, he does not need them for this prey. He takes off his tunic leaving only his under tunic on. He silently moves through the water approaching his unsuspecting victim.
The little bird suddenly flies away mid song, though Ilwin keeps singing. Running one hand through the water, she sings a bit louder, her other hand clasped around the necklace at her throat.
Mordhrin slinks up to the rock, inching closer and closer to the unsuspecting elleth, her face full of innocent joy in life and happiness, totally unaware of the doom that awaits her, that is creeping up on her. As he closes within a few feet he screams a war cry and dives at the elleth.
Spinning around at the war cry, Ilwin tries to dive out of the way, only succeeding in getting into Mordhrin's way. As she's tackled off the rock, she screams.
Mordhrin wraps his arms around the victim dragging them both into the water. After sinking down he quickly pulls the ssplashing and sputtering elleth out of the water, or tries to at least.
After a few mouthfulls of water, Ilwin comes back to the surface of the water, with Mordhrin's help. Gasping for air, she puts her head down, spitting out some of the water. Once she can breathe again, she begins wading towards the shore, slipping a few times with the numbness of her feet. Shivering, she looks back at Mordhrin, and waits for him to come with.
Mordhrin stoops down in the water and picks up the dripping and sputtering Ilwin, cradling her in his arms like a newborn. He carries her to the shore, almost slipping on a wet rock. " We need to dry you off. I did not realize that the water was that cold. " He points at her dress," Take it off. We need to get you in dry clothes."
"Wh-what about you? I would n-not take your clothes from y-you," Ilwin says, her teeth chattering. But after a moment standing, soaked and in the wet breeze, she shivers, and removes her dress. After throwing uncermoniously on the ground, she pulls a woolen skirt from her bag, quickly putting it on.
Mordhrin wraps his Tirith cloak around Ilwinterhofal, and extra layer can't hurt. " He take this," he says, wrapping her in it.
Ilwin turns around, and kisses her beloved. "Thank you for rescuing me," she says, grinning. "And for the cloak. But you will be cold now?" Reaching behind Mordhrin, she pulls off his wet tunic, dropping near her dress.
Mordhrin shivers violently, his eyes going unfocused. He is surprised by his bodies' reaction, it clearly show on his face. " I really underestimated the cold. Our brief episode has left me cold and tired."
Ilwin frowns, and holds Mordhrin close to her, wrapping the cloak around them both. She moves to lay her head on his shoulder, but doesn't, fearing her wet hair will make the cold worse. Instead, she stands on her toes and kisses his lips gently, not noticing the fact that one of her boots is missing, and her toes squish in the mud.
Mordhrin half walks, half drags the two fo them away form the waters edge and to the grass. When he nears the grass he falls down in it, Ilwin on top of him, wet hair everywhere. He continues to shiver inside the cloak, warmth trying desperately to return.
Ilwin frowns, and tries much to get the warmth back into the two of them. "Perhaps we should return to the house?" she asks, still shivering.
Mordhrin and Ilwinterhofal are wrapped together in his cloak. He blushes slightly, feeling her nakedness against his skin. " I think we should be ok," he says rubbing her arms and back, trying to get the blood flow going.
Ilwin smiles as the warmth begins returning to her body. She also blushes, but deeper, realizing the amount of clothing she has on. Obviously, she doesn't mind much though, as she wraps her arms around Mordhrin, and rubs his drying back.
Mordhrin stops rubbing her back and slip out from underneath the cloak. He pulls on his dry "over" tunic and bends down to the laying Ilwin. He easily picks her up in his arms, wrappiner her body in the cloak so no flesh is exposed to the biting wind. He sets off in the direction of his house, if they show up at the " House " like this, tongues might wag.
Ilwin smiles, and wraps her arms around Mordhrin's neck, laying her now dried head on his shoulder. Forgetting all the soaken clothing, she closes her eyes for a moment.
**Fadeout to Next Log**
