Many people say Glorfindel moves like a cat, feline grace so innate
within him that he cannot help the way he stalks his pray, whether it
be on the battle field or within the quiet halls. And while I do agree
that is never when it comes to mind.
Where my love acts cat the most is within the privacy of our rooms
when night has conquered the sky and our love-making complete. We have
made a nest of the blankets and lay sweat slicked against each other.
He curls heavy limbs around my body, dead to the world and still
utterly aware, for I know that while the twins and their yelling would
not bring so much as a twitch from his ears, were I to move his hands
would be upon me, as quick as paws.
