Sunlight in His Hands 🌅
Content: Legolas x y/n short fluff
Legolas found you sitting on the wide stone balcony just as the sun was beginning to set. You were barefoot, knees pulled to your chest, wrapped in one of his cloaks: the green one that still smelled faintly of pine and forest rain. You hadn’t realized you’d stolen it until he stopped in the doorway, amusement softening his sharp elven features.
"Y/n, is that my cloak?" he asked.
You glanced down, then up at him, guilty.
"Um…Maybe?"
Instead of scolding you, he smiled, that small, private smile he only ever gave you.
He crossed the balcony and crouched in front of you.
"If you wished for it, you could have asked."
You shrugged.
"It smelled like you."
His ears turned the faintest shade of pink. He gently tugged the cloak tighter around your shoulders, fingers lingering like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. Then he sat beside you, close enough that your arms brushed. You tilted your head, letting it fall onto his shoulder. His arm came around you, careful, protective, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady beneath your ear, like something ancient and unbreakable.
The wind played with your hair, and he absentmindedly began to braid a small section of it between his fingers.
"I like when you’re here" he murmured. "It feels like the world is… kinder."
You smiled sleepily.
"Is that your way of saying you like me my prince?"
He huffed a quiet laugh.
"It is my way of saying I would choose you in every lifetime"
Your heart melted completely.
You shifted, curling closer, and he pressed a gentle kiss into your hair, feather-light, like a promise.
And for a long while, there was nothing else in Middle-earth but you, him, and the quiet gold of the evening sun.
