Coming Home [January 3011]
Feb 18, 2018 6:20:24 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Feb 18, 2018 6:20:24 GMT -5
It is a surprise when I thought your heart went elsewhere. Tauriel gave a faint smile. Legolas arms coiled about her lithe waist, her thumbs caressed the edge of his collar. I knew at one point your heart was close to mine; I felt it. It is when you met the dwarf I felt you pull away and I thought I lost you forever. She was quiet. Her voice was soft and low. ”But I am here now” Tauriel rubbed her nose against the side of Legolas’. Resting her head against his shoulder, just as she used to. Only this time, she was in the warmth of his embrace, she had kissed him in return. A kiss placed just below his ear. Closing her eyes, she’d inhale the scent of his hair, skin, and tunic into her memory.
His clothes and hair smelled softly of smoke from sitting before a fire. His skin to her smelled like the rich earthy smell of moss mixed with dirt, He smelled like the forest. She liked the rough smell of the outdoor upon him. Though she did prefer when he smelled of clean pine as well. Tauriel glanced up, faintly reading Legolas features as his eyes darkened and there was a subtle tension of his jawline. “You are his heir and he holds you to a higher standard than anyone else…and he is drunk on his own rule” Tauriel sighed out. It was her only explanation, she could think of a few others but they all returned to Legolas mother...to her own parents.
Tauriel.. briefly did her eyes flick open as Legolas caressed her face, looking at her lovingly. Exhaling softly, her chest rose and fell in gentleness [/i]Do not apologize, please. He still does not command it; my heart will forever be yours, this I pledge to you.[/i] Tauriel’s eyes closed again and she buried her face into the side of Legolas neck. One arm under his, resting around on the lower part of his tricep, her other arm curled over his shoulder and she hid her face against his skin and the fabric of his tunic while his fingers played with her hair and he moved just enough to kiss her cheek.
"Would you pledge your heart before your kin to be my husband Legolas? Even with your father standing there?" curious of his answer. Warm against her skin under her tunic, hidden from view was the runestone of Kili, prince under the mountain. The writing upon the stone gifted by his mother to him. Roughly translated into the elvish equivalent of come back to me. Tauriel carried it with her as a memory, to find her way back to the Greenwood and to...to her prince.
Melting into Legolas as if she was butter dropped into a hot skillet, Tauriel’s nose brushed the underside of Legolas jaw, as she moved to place a small kiss upon his lips to silence him from talking. While her fingers came to touch his sleeve, drawing pattern on the fabric with the tips of her fingers in a silent sign language that she was listening for something. Her ears straining out of old habits, listening for hidden guards movements. When she was self-convinced that Feren would not come out of the undergrowth she’d smile.
You don’t know how much I missed you. I missed you and I spending time near the tree, sparring together, learning strategies together, even together as children when you would get scared and come to my room to sleep.
“Should I be allowed to return to the fortress, you shall be able to have me near again...although, if I came to the door of your room now as I did when we were children, would I do not think your hall guards would be welcoming to my presence” a tilt of her head, her hand coming to rest over his heart. “You and I, no longer do I think can share a bed as we did as children…for we are no longer children. We have not been for some time.”
His clothes and hair smelled softly of smoke from sitting before a fire. His skin to her smelled like the rich earthy smell of moss mixed with dirt, He smelled like the forest. She liked the rough smell of the outdoor upon him. Though she did prefer when he smelled of clean pine as well. Tauriel glanced up, faintly reading Legolas features as his eyes darkened and there was a subtle tension of his jawline. “You are his heir and he holds you to a higher standard than anyone else…and he is drunk on his own rule” Tauriel sighed out. It was her only explanation, she could think of a few others but they all returned to Legolas mother...to her own parents.
Tauriel.. briefly did her eyes flick open as Legolas caressed her face, looking at her lovingly. Exhaling softly, her chest rose and fell in gentleness [/i]Do not apologize, please. He still does not command it; my heart will forever be yours, this I pledge to you.[/i] Tauriel’s eyes closed again and she buried her face into the side of Legolas neck. One arm under his, resting around on the lower part of his tricep, her other arm curled over his shoulder and she hid her face against his skin and the fabric of his tunic while his fingers played with her hair and he moved just enough to kiss her cheek.
"Would you pledge your heart before your kin to be my husband Legolas? Even with your father standing there?" curious of his answer. Warm against her skin under her tunic, hidden from view was the runestone of Kili, prince under the mountain. The writing upon the stone gifted by his mother to him. Roughly translated into the elvish equivalent of come back to me. Tauriel carried it with her as a memory, to find her way back to the Greenwood and to...to her prince.
Melting into Legolas as if she was butter dropped into a hot skillet, Tauriel’s nose brushed the underside of Legolas jaw, as she moved to place a small kiss upon his lips to silence him from talking. While her fingers came to touch his sleeve, drawing pattern on the fabric with the tips of her fingers in a silent sign language that she was listening for something. Her ears straining out of old habits, listening for hidden guards movements. When she was self-convinced that Feren would not come out of the undergrowth she’d smile.
You don’t know how much I missed you. I missed you and I spending time near the tree, sparring together, learning strategies together, even together as children when you would get scared and come to my room to sleep.
“Should I be allowed to return to the fortress, you shall be able to have me near again...although, if I came to the door of your room now as I did when we were children, would I do not think your hall guards would be welcoming to my presence” a tilt of her head, her hand coming to rest over his heart. “You and I, no longer do I think can share a bed as we did as children…for we are no longer children. We have not been for some time.”