Pashaar Palace - Gardens

[Cerridwen]

Cerridwen trembled with the aftermath of so much blazzing pleasure, every nerve of her body throbbed with it, her eyes were incandescent with it, and yet she felt not the slightest love, what she felt was far more dangerous, and awoken hunger which would ever need satisfying.

' Will you bring back the fire into the world of the Eldar, Sunlord? ' she knelt up, hair pouring over ther bare shoulders. Good Eru, he was magnificent, she thought, taking a deep breath.

[Raithen Anar]

' I cannot think of any greater dream, lirimaer ' he took her chin in his hand, his golden hair falling forwards, ' But never make the mistake of thinking any woman has any influence over me, mae? I do not love, I want you, and your sons, it is as clear cut as that '

[Cerridwen]

' I think to love would add a gentleness I do not need from you, ' she smiled a cats smile, as one who had drunk rich cream, but her eyes were intoxcated. ' I desire you, Sunlord, not the creeping boredom of love, look what love did to my sister, ' she shook her head. ' Nay, not love, something far more... vital. ' She placed her hand on her stomach, ' I will give you sons, '

[Raithen Anar]

' Yes you will, and quickly to, ' his senses reached out, and he too smile, ' A shame it lasts a year, vanimelda, but I do not wish to risk being too.. fierce with you, or any of my women, '

[Cerridwen]

....... A year passed and Cerridwen gave birth to a healthy son, he was dark, as she was, but with golden eyes, but she had no time to nurse him, barely hold him, for Raithen took him away, and used his powers to age him.
For a while she was horrified, before she looked around her and realised that she was alone, utterly in his power, as she had placed herself, willingly, and that she believed in his dream. She felt alone in this huge palace, with its silent-footed human slaves, only Raithen who was neither Elf , not human, and when absoloutly alone, she bit her lip and let the tears come, but never before him, not now , nor ever, , for if she weakened, she would be of no further use.
When she was told to come and meet her son, she robed herself finely as a queen and went down.

[Raithen Anar]

Rathen respected that, for he could sense her turmoil and grief, but none of it showed in her eyes, which were brilliant, hard as adamant, her head poised high on her graceful neck as she approached, the costliest silks falling about her ravishing form.
' Come, meet Amon, ' he said, tilting his head.

[Raithen Anar]

Amon was as tall as his father, but his hair was dark as his mothers, and he had been aged, his mind opened to absorb his fathers knowledge and skills and he had been sent out to a province to rule - which he had done so well, ( naturally, thought his sire ) but he returned after a year, to Pashaar, which was the hub, to speak with his father, and to see, for the first time, the woman who bore him.