Blanket

by Surreysmum

Slash drabble inspired by a beautiful picture of a maple tree in full orange autumn splendour. Aragorn Legolas slash.

I wish I could upload the photo that inspired this little drabble (100 words exactly); if you want to see it (it's beautiful!), it's at my LJ: surreysmum DOT livejournal DoT com SLASH 124414 DOT html

Blanket

It was chilly, but no wind disturbed the warm orange blanket in which the generous maple enwrapped its inhabitants. Squirrels darted to their holes in the trunk, storing their winter nut-hoards. Above, in a secure crook of the branches, it would have taken a sharp Elven eye to spot the hint of a dark green cloak; a fall of golden hair.

"I love this time," murmured Legolas to the human in his arms. "The trees are sleepy and comfortable."

Aragorn yawned, exhausted, adjusting his cloak to cover the conjunction of their bare skin. "I too, my love."

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