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[greenleafprinceling]

“I don’t remember..” words were muttered as the blood dropped off the Elf’s fingertips, staining more of his robes than what was previously covered in crimson red. “I don’t remember who I killed..”

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The Little Lion had a history of being kind and sweet to all those who crossed his path, but his temper was truly legendary when it came to protecting those he cared about. Said temper was clear on his face as he strode purposely across the room to wrap his arms around Ilthilien. “Are you hurt?” He breathed, not caring as blood stained his fair skin and silken night clothes. As gentle and fair as he was to his people, Legolas was a warrior first, and he would protect his family to his dying breath.

“You need not remember who, not now anyway. All you need do is tell me if you are in pain, and I will take care of the rest.”

[theelvenscholar]

[muse a] sits on [muse b]’s lap. - penadar

non-verbal affection

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Erestor raised his eyebrows as he was suddenly confronted with a body having moved between himself and the paper he was reading as his Godson placed himself squarely on his lap.

“There are better ways to get my attention Ilthilien,” Erestor uttered before placing the paper down and wrapping both arms around him, tugging him down and littering his face with kisses, no care as to the lipstick marks being left on his skin. In fact, that was exactly what he wanted.

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t sat here, all of your friends will think you’ve been off frolicking with some elleth.”

[naganye]

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He hated to admit it, but he had missed the heat of battle. He had missed the rush of adrenaline and the danger and the sounds of the enemies as they ran from him. Of course, this was more of a skirmish than a battle; some of those ugly creatures- orcs, they were called- had set up camp in a nearby forest and Aradir had joined Ilthilien and some of his soldiers to rout them.

Things had been going so well. He limited his use of magic as much as he could, although he was definitely better and dodging blows and his accuracy was unnervingly good, even from a distance. Yes, things had been going so well- until, of course, Aradir spotted one of the creatures sneaking up behind Ilthilien, knife in hand. Whilst he should have shouted a warning, he raised a hand and a blast of lightning shot from it and hit the orc, turning it to ash in a matter of seconds. It took him a moment to realise what he had done, bringing his horse to a standstill, and Aradir heard the movement around them slow to a halt as the last of the creatures were dealt with- but most, if not all, eyes were on him, and he felt a tinge of panic.

[noldorianprincess]

“I …appreciate your existence.”

Finduilas looked up from her book she had been buried in, only to seeIlthilien across from her. She gave a soft grin and closed it softly before meeting his gaze. “I’m glad that you don’t think I’m too much of a terror in these halls.” She murmured and leaned her head against her hand as she watched him a moment, wondering what he may retort next, knowing him he had quite the quick tongue. 

[easterlingwanderer]

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The man is sitting in the cell, calming puffing away at a pipe.

He is clean, dressed in a simple whitish linen tunic and brown linen pants, and he is barefoot. His brown hair, streaked with grey, fall around his rough, clean-shaved face. He has a scar on his left check, old as him and white on the dark skin. Slanted, soft brown eyes look at the Prince when the elf enters, but the man just keeps puffing away, sitting on the log that makes the chair in the prison, his shoulders to the wall.

He smiles slightly, rays of wrinkles departing from his eyes. He has most of his teeth, and the smile is calm and vaguely friendly. There is nothing in the prisoner that is scared, or awed, as many atani are in front of the quendi. Nor does he looks a lot like a potential spy.

He just sucks on his pipe, and waits for the Elf to speak first.

[greenleafprinceling]

“Loving you, had been my biggest achievement, my biggest accomplishment has been allowing my heart to fall so perfectly into your hands.” Ilthilien smelt of wine, potent, strong. But every word rang full of truth. “You are my foundation, the stronghold that keeps my structure upright. Alive. Together.” Brushing fingers through blonde locks, the Lord smiled. “I love you.”

@penadar

Warm sweet laughter spilled from Legolas’ lips as the intoxicated prince leaned back against the table behind him, completely bewitched by his husband and his sweet words. “You act like one of us will not live to see the morrow,” The words were gentle, if a little slurred from how much he had consumed, but blue eyes were serious as he tipped his head back to meet Ilthilien’s eyes.

“I will forever be in debt to you for taking my broken heart and protecting me long enough to bloom into the man you have come to love. Without you, I am nothing, but with you I can conquer the stars.”

[greenleafprinceling]

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Legolas was bent over his husband’s desk, searching for the sweets he knew that Ilthilien was hiding from him. Now that his stomach had grown round and full once more, Legolas had been cut off by both his husband and father-in-law once he was found raiding the kitchens one too many times, but that was not going to stop him.

That being said, the little blond gasped when he felt a familiar strong hand grip his rear. He would know that touch anywhere, and Legolas pressed back into it as if it would distracted Ilthilien from what he had been caught doing. “Hello, meleth.”

[greenleafprinceling]

Ilthilien’s hands were bejewelled and folded together across his lap, his cheek against his shoulder as the papers on his thigh tumbled to the floor in a mess. The circlet upon his head had tilted, covering one of his eyes while his snores echoed lightly through the throne room. Never would you find him so publicly vulnerable but with trade plans in the works sleep had been ever so vacant. “He’s been like this for hours.” Elrond explained to the blonde. “I figured you’d love to see such a scene”

@penadar

Legolas could not stopped the soft cooing sound that escaped him at the sight of his husband so open and vulnerable. The last few days of stress were all worth it if it meant that he got to see Ilthilien in such a state. 

Turning to Elrond, Legolas leaned up to press a kiss to the half-elf’s cheek with a soft giggle. “Thank you for showing me this, Ada. I will ensure that our Little Lord will make it back to our rooms all in one piece, so there is no need for you to stay.” Without waiting to see if Elrond listened, Legolas crossed the throne room on bare feet, the only sound the soft silk of his dress, falling to his knees in front of the throne.

“Thil, meleth wake up. It is time for you to come to bed with me,” He whispered, rubbing gentle hands in soothing circles on Ilthilien’s legs.