Imagine being a painter and Legolas is your muse
Your paint brush ran slowly along your white canvas as your eyes flickered from your elf back down to the undone painting. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" and it was true, that's why you wanted to paint him, you wanted to be able to take in every small detail of his face and body.
Legolas would be sooo nervous the whole time, looking away whenever you'd look back up at him. Feeling the tips of his pointed ears becoming hot.
"I just need you to sit still for maybe another 25 minutes ok? You're doing so good"
And when you do show him the painting you'd spent weeks on? He's over the moon. He doesn't even say anything the first time he sees it because he's speechless, completely astounded at the work of art in front of him.
"do you not like it?" You asked with wide eyes feeling the nerves start to boil in your lower belly. Legolas looked up at you with his eyes now wide too. "No! No I-I.." he took a breath bringing his eyes back to yours. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.."
