@musescomefrompain continued from [here]
Q closed his eyes and rested his head on the lounge for a moment until he felt a little tug at his hair. He had been in Rivendell for a little more than a month. He was beginning to feel like this little dream trip of his was actually real life. He had hardly slept since having that little revelation… and now that he had… he reached up to find out what was tugging at his hair only to find… a flower?
He blinked his eyes open and sat up before finding Legolas and smiling. “Is this… it this an elvish thing?”
Legolas hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d picked flowers earlier, being up since dawn, and had noticed Quentin laying there all comfortable and a slight smile on his lips. He looked so peaceful like this, that he hadn’t even thought twice about putting the flower in his hair, simply shrugging when the other asked about it.
“Not specifically, no~” He smiled softly, sitting down next to him. “It felt like it’d look good on you, and it does.”













