Envinyata: Wedded Bliss
Dafydd sighed and leant back against the tree. "This is nice."
Beside him, Constance smiled. "Cold, though," she said, pulling the blanket tighter around her.
Dafydd laughed softly and reached over to ruffle her hair. "It's not that cold, Connie," he said.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "'tis for those of us who aren't elves."
Dafydd considered this for a moment. "True," he admitted, "but you have a blanket. I don't."
"You don't need one," she pointed out. "I just said that."
The elf rolled his eyes. "Really, Connie," he said, "you can be so stubborn." His hand slid down from his wife’s hair to rest on her shoulder, his arm across her shoulders. Constance shivered slightly.
"Stubborn, yes," she said, leaning against him. "Doesn't make it any less true."
Dafydd looked down at her. "So do you want to go somewhere warmer?" he asked.
Constance looked at her husband, then back at the view in front of them, silver stars in a black sky over a great green forest. "No," she said slowly, "I think this is fine."
Dafydd smiled. "Good," he said, kissing the top of her head gently. "I'm glad we agree."
"Mmm…" Constance snuggled against him, then giggled suddenly. "Speaking of agreeing… do you realise it's been one year since you did your best to avoid proposing to me?"
"Can't have been." Dafydd frowned. "Well. How about that." He smiled at his wife. "I definitely agree with that decision."
"Good, but that's not what I meant." She prodded him gently in the ribs. "If you'd had your way, that means today is when we'd be getting married, Mister Traditionalist."
The elf blinked. "Oh. Huh." He squeezed her shoulder gently. "Wishing you'd stuck with that timeline, huh?"
"Not on your life," Constance growled. "Wishing I'd managed to break your obsession with 'elves are engaged for a year' about six months earlier, mostly."
"Ah." Dafydd leant back against the tree, his eyes thoughtful. "Wouldn't that be before I made such a shambles of asking for your hand?"
"Maybe." Constance gave him a long, sideways look. "You know… I have read LaCE."
Dafydd tilted his head slightly. "Yes; you pre-empted my proposal based on that knowledge."
"Yes." She treated him to a second, longer look. "And I do know what an elven wedding actually consists of."
"All that fuss would have been far too much, uh, fuss," Dafydd said, "even if my father wasn't… my father." He gave her a wide grin. "Was there something you wanted to discuss, Connie?"
"Mm… nah, I'll leave it." She leant in against him, nestling into his shoulder. "Happy anniversary, Dafydd."
"Happy anniversary, my love." Dafydd looked out at the star-filled night. "Here's to many more."
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and everything in it was created by J.R.R. Tolkien. The PPC is the work of Jay and Acacia. Dafydd is mine, and Constance belongs to Kaitlyn.
Author's Note: ^_~