AN: Third chapter of the ficlet story I have created for Thorinduil. Thanks to all o you guys who comment or like this pairing and the story.
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The night was really cold.
Snowflakes fell on their faces while the warm coming from the inside reached their backs, they could heard the sounds of merriment coming from the ballroom inside Thranduil's home. It was Christmas and, as tradition mandates it, they spent it together; Thranduil lifted his face to the sky, his eyes closed and his mouth open, Thorin chuckled shaking his head before doing the same.
"It tastes weird." Thranduil finally mumbled making a face.
"Of course it does, aren't you supposed to be a genius or something? You should have known this." Thorin replied bumping against his friend.
Thranduil rolled his eyes bumping back, "I didn't know this, I'm a growing genius still. Besides, it's only whenever I'm beside you and the rest of the Company that I'm a genius."
"Hey!" Thorin exclaimed feigned hurtfulness at the comment, Thranduil snickered quirking a brow at his friend daring him to contradict him. Thorin didn't, of course, he just got distract by the way the light from the ballroom reflected on the pale skin of the blond-haired male and how those eyes seemed to be bright and alive.
Thorin didn't know exactly what was happening, he had never understood why Thranduil had such an effect on him. It was confusing. And it scared him. Thranduil soon dropped his smile squirming slightly while looking away, his cheeks turning red. Silence fell between them, Thorin furrowed his brows placing his hands inside his pockets, he shivered under the sweet breeze of winter trying to stop thinking about his concerns regarding one of his best friends.
"Are you ready to start high school?" Thranduil whispered suddenly, his tone of voice seemed far away and Thorin turned around to gauge Thranduil's expression. There was something there, something...nostalgic and almost bashful; Thranduil had his eyes lowered to the garden spreading before them before he trembled slightly wrapping his arms around himself.
"Yeah, I am." Thorin replied feeling how his heart started beating faster, he swallowed under the overwhelming need to wrap his arms around Thranduil and bring warm to his cold form. He didn't, of course, hugging Thranduil like that would be too weird and they already had too much weirdness in their lives for Thorin to add more.
He did, however, took his heavy jacket off stepping closer to his friends and wrapping the garment around the shocked frame of the blond. Thorin smirked fixing it around the small frame before nodding his approval.
"It looks good on you." Thorin judged him mockingly. "Of course, it's big but it would keep you warm. Seriously, you should have brought a jacket. You're the only idiot who comes out in the middle of snowing without a jacket."
Thranduil swallowed offering a half-smile, he stood there with his eyes flickering around before nodding with decision. Thorin didn't know what happen, he stood frozen in place and felt warmer than he had felt before and he knew there was something completely wrong and right and confusing when Thranduil leaned in placing a tentative kiss on his cheek. It didn't last more than a few seconds but for Thorin it last an eternity, when Thranduil stepped back he was blushing brightly and his eyes were showing apprehension and fear, the same fear and apprehension Thorin was feeling.
They didn't talk about it.
They were interrupted right there and then by Bilbo and Bofur.
Nevertheless, the memory of the kiss would hunt Thorin the rest of the holidays.
