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One of the best things of marriage is waking up together each morning.
“It will still be spring outside even if you are inside.” The king's voice is muffled against her stomach, refusing to relinquish his hold on her.
Gil-galad hardly sleeps in, but on the rare day she has him all to herself, he will stay in bed for as long as possible. Even if her duties do not stop just because the High King says so.
Spring had finally come, and she needed to ensure that the places most affected by storms and the winter that just ended were being restored on schedule.
“I will come back to bed just as soon as it's over.” The Maia Queen assured him still running her fingers through his dark hair and found his hold growing tighter instead of looser. Her elven husband clung to her as if she’d vanish, a habit Galadriel claims began in childhood when his father and sister died.
“Stay, your king demands it.” What the king wants, the king gets…most of the time.
“Are you ordering me, Ereinion?” Erinti feigned shock at his words as if they had any real meaning beyond a good excuse to give others as to why the couple did or didn’t do something.
“If I must, dear wife.” She can feel him smile against her skin. He lost his sternness here with her. He looked younger out of his regal clothing and without every trouble in Middle Earth just outside their chamber door. “We will not leave our room unless Lindon is on fire. We have earned it.”
“If His Grace says so, who am I to disagree?” The red-haired queen relents and joins her husband into sleeping until noon. It could be another century before Gil-galad decides to take a day off again.