Coming Home [January 3011]
Feb 22, 2018 15:44:26 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Feb 22, 2018 15:44:26 GMT -5
When the door was closed, Tauriel leaned her back against it. Closing her eyes and hoping she had decided to dot he right thing in returning home. She had missed the forest, these caverns, and Legolas. Setting herself to her task. Tauriel was in the process of washing out her hair when she noticed on a shelf were vials that looked familiar...a smile tugged across her lips and warmth flooded her heart. They were her scent perfume oils that had been left behind. Legolas must have retrieved them from her room. The oils had been a gift from Elrohir, brought from the far east where he had roamed once. She would pick them up, soap still in her hair to inspect them.
They still smelled the same; sweet and intoxicating. None of the potency had been lost for the oils had been tightly sealed and kept cool. When the time came to wring out her hair, Tauriel would grab one of the vials and rub the sweet-scented oil through her hair and along her skin. She indulged in the scent and added more to the warm pulse points of the body and enjoyed the ritualistic experience in silence. She would dress but not bother with wearing pants under the clean, deep navy blue tunic she pulled from her bag.
Navy blue made a striking contrast to her flame red hair and pale skin. Falling to mid-thigh Tauriel opened the door, leaning against it's frame. Working a comb through her hair to keep it from tangling as Legolas lay on the bed with his eyes closed. She watched him. Working any knot from washing her hair free and smiling. "Legolas" his name tasted the air, tested from her lips. To see if he was asleep or not.
They still smelled the same; sweet and intoxicating. None of the potency had been lost for the oils had been tightly sealed and kept cool. When the time came to wring out her hair, Tauriel would grab one of the vials and rub the sweet-scented oil through her hair and along her skin. She indulged in the scent and added more to the warm pulse points of the body and enjoyed the ritualistic experience in silence. She would dress but not bother with wearing pants under the clean, deep navy blue tunic she pulled from her bag.
Navy blue made a striking contrast to her flame red hair and pale skin. Falling to mid-thigh Tauriel opened the door, leaning against it's frame. Working a comb through her hair to keep it from tangling as Legolas lay on the bed with his eyes closed. She watched him. Working any knot from washing her hair free and smiling. "Legolas" his name tasted the air, tested from her lips. To see if he was asleep or not.