K - like kissing the King of Númenor
1. The End of Choices - by Gwynnyd
The End of Choices
Soon, they told him, shrugging, and he knew better than to ask again. In the dark he crept on deck, clutching the rail at the bow, peering forward into the empty expanse lit only by the lambent starlight on the wave foam.
A cool, slim hand touched his arm and he opened his cloak to draw her inside the warmth.
"You could continue to sail west, and be welcomed in Aman."
His chin rubbed her curls as he shook his head. "I will be king of a great people, and our sons will be mightier still."
"Elros!" She turned her face up to him, tears hovering on her lashes.
"My dear, I have no regrets."
He dammed her tears with kisses. She clung to him as the sun rose. The golden rays limned a solid blue haze on the horizon, as the lookout on the mast called out, "Land ahead!"
150 words- a drabble and a half
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