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The storm had been raging outside for hours, painting the skies black in the middle of the day, while the weather showed no signs of changing soon. Idril sat on the furs next to the fireplace, Tuor leaning against her shoulder, dressed down into his linens after he had spent the morning securing cellars and moving goods in the pouring rain. But there was still tension in the room, an anxious waiting for their lover, still outside in the storm.
They both breathed a sigh of relief when Voronwë finally appeared in the doorway, dark hair clinging to his head, dripping from the rain. He hesitated before entering, giving them a shy look.
“Come here,” Idril said softly as Tuor reached out to their lover, silently encouraging him.
Voronwë quickly stripped off his drenched coat and armour and sank to his knees on the soft furs, his head finding a place in Idril’s lap. She wasted no time, her slender fingers gently combing through the messy strands of his hair. Voronwë sighed softly, closing his eyes and easing further into the safety of her lap.
“We will keep you safe,” Tuor whispered as he moved behind Voronwë, wrapping his strong arms around Voronwë’s waist, lovingly holding him close.
“Sleep, love,” Idril murmured, gently kissing first Voronwë’s dark head and then Tuor’s blond one, “I will watch over you.”
She looked on as her lovers slowly drifted into sleep, safely nestled at her feet while the rain continued to fall outside.