The waterfall of Lorien was hidden from sight by a large stand of hemlock trees whose scent filled the air with that sense of longing and closeness that seemed to always overcome Rowenha in just this spot. And, of course, there was that sound - just shy of deafening and yet pleasing to the ears. It said home to her as she dismounted from her house, Silver Shadow. She whispered in the horse's ear and it trotted off a pace out of sight. Rowenha began to loosen her flowing long beige robes, until she wore nothing but a single, very see-through, white gown. Off came her leather sandals and suddenly water was not the only thing cascading with the forest, as her long brown curls twirled out of their confinement over her breasts which were beginning to harden underneath the little bit of cloth between her and the beauty that surrounded her.


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