By: Dana
Summary: The things that Estella sees and feels and tastes.
Characters: Diamond, Estella
Pairings: Diamond/Estella
Rating: PG
Warnings: Femslash
Author's Notes: Previously posted as a drabble; and as the follow up to Warmth. Merged with the former on 10.18.03.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

"It's going to rain."

Diamond laughed, warm like a summer breeze, and kissed the tip of Estella's ear, running her hands down through her love's dark hair. "It's not going to rain."

Estella grumbled at the back of her throat as Diamond's hands worked their way through her hair. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, Diamond's hands so smooth and deft, working through the curls; the feel of Diamond's breath ghosting warm against the curve of her neck.

"Yes," Estella replied, faulty strength. "It is."

And Diamond laughed again, hands moving this way and that as she split Estella's hair and began to braid. It was a slow motion, and Diamond held the threads of Estella, weaving them together.

"No," she said again, at length. Diamond was warmth all around, warmer than the sun in the bright sky. But there were clouds now, moving in. And if Estella could see them, even with her eyes closed, then why was Diamond so blind? "No, it's not."

That was the thing with Tooks, Estella thought; and Diamond wasn't only a Took by marriage. Stubborn to the core. "Oh, you'll see," and the summer breeze painted pictures that were clearer than anything that could be seen; the scent of blossoms opened to the air, thick and sweet like honey, like Diamond's breath. The nearby trickle of a brook, crystal and cool, like Diamond's voice. It spoke of a world that was more than just sight: it spoke of a world that was inside Diamond, and without. And she can feel it as clearly as she can see it, and she can taste it melting upon her tongue.

And underneath it all, the far off charge of a storm. "Well then," Estella murmured lazily, the tickle of Diamond's lips against her ear, "you'll see for yourself."

Diamond's mouth fits against Estella's like something out of a dream, perfect, sweet as candy. It's one of the things that makes Diamond Diamond, that laugh and those eyes, that smile on those lips, hands so soft and strong, the curves of her body, that Estella knows as well as her own.

"I told you," Estella laughs, breathless, as Diamond's lip slip away from hers, "it was going to rain."

A warm fat drop of rain splashes against Diamond's cheek, followed by another, again and again. The heavens are opening up above them, clouds thick and grey. The air is swimming with the sound of falling rain, like fallen stars, reaching out to embrace the trees and the earth and the two lasses who sit in each other's arms.

And Diamond's smiles and kisses Estella again, wrapping one hand around the thick plait of her love's hair, the other resting round the curve of her waist.

Estella's hands push at the wet fabric of her dress and the slick softness of bare skin, Estella's lips like fire against her own; and the sky could be falling but Diamond couldn't be bothered to care.