.｡*ﾟ❦.*.｡ CONTINUED ; @telcxntar
words were insufficient. how could he explain the turmoil in his chest, one he has NOT felt before, through all their loss ? he is no stranger to death. has borne witness to the departure of many a great man and elf, alike. has seen the carcasses of his kin scattered in his homeland, which had so never been homely to him. he has seen the great battle over erebor, witnessed the death brought by greed, miserable. boromir, his cold corpse, sailing off, though his eyes only perceived the grief of the king-to-be.
never before had he FEARED death. never before had he mourned it like he does now, the thought of aragorn perishing in the night for a battle he never should have fought. and after he had only just returned ! his idealism could only go so far, and the terror of his dearest companion failing in battle left him feeling hollow, hot, and aching.
legolas did not wish to disturb his peace, before a time of war. he would need his full strength, and the elf would have it no other way. he would not risk any distractions on his mind ! but, oh, how he suffered, unable to bear staying too far from his side. and at the news that the man would soon retire, the ellon felt as if time was running out.
the dúnadan did not truly believe this battle to be his last, did he ?
❝ — aragorn, ❞ came miserable voice, lamentative, between the tickle of beard against his ear, which arose a shudder from the other, and the heavy press of mouth against his. chapped ! miserable as he must have been, carried all the way to their stronghold of the hornburg, skin so dry and lips so harsh on his own. but there was still pleasure to be found, and each fiber of legolas’ being turned toward his heat, as if a flower waxing under the sun.
no more words were to be exchanged, as he drew the ranger in deeper. he would not waste breath on them, though he wished he would. of all the times their silence alone had been sufficient to understanding one another, legolas was horribly confused, and afraid. but in the desperate RUSH of the embrace, legolas found aragorn to be, as well, and that realization shook him deeper than any other that eve. hands unwound from aragorn, to find the sharp corners of his face, and hold him there in his palms. kiss unyielding, drawing breath from his very lips. his body molded seamless against aragorn’s, instinctive pull of his hips to the other’s, the elf swore to chase off all dread from his heavy heart.
