5. ITCH, by Ranger1
Happy belated birthday.
"You are enjoying this!"
"You know I always love touching you," Celeborn said evenly.
"You know exactly what I am talking about. You think it is funny I got in that … what is it?"
"Poison ivy," he said as he spread the last of the poultice on her back. "There was nothing like this across the water? To build your character?"
"I will 'character' you." Galadriel was rubbing in the poultice to hide the scratching. "How long will this itch last?"
"The healer said she does not know why it has lasted this long. She thinks you are hyper-sensitive to it."
She turned on him then dissolved as she would for none other, "I just want to get some sleep."
"It will be alright." He hugged her gently. "Maybe if we got drunk?"
She picked up the bowl and firmly planted the rest of the poultice on his head.
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