"I'm here to check that the locks are sealed, that's all," snapped the tall, blonde elf. Legolas, that was his name, wasn't it? Posh name… Fili thought to himself, leaning on the bars of his cell.
"Really? Because this is the fifth time you've been down here, and," the dwarf rattled the bard harshly, making Legolas jump, "Completely secure."
"Well…" the elf stammered, his eyes flickering back and forth between the cells, always coming back to Fili. "I- Yes, well… I just…" his gaze, along with his head, softly drifted to the floor, locks of blonde hair falling in his eyes.
That was a first.
"Is your hair not braided today?" Fili asked curiously, realizing he'd never seen the guard's hair down before. Legolas looked back up at him, biting his lip. Fili, without realizing it, let out a small sigh. A small… pleasured sigh? Why on earth was he taking pleasure at seeing the elf biting his lip!?
"It's not, no. That's, ah," Legolas began, taking a deep breath, "That's why I keep coming down. I just… ha, I wanted to ask you… you know, Tauriel usually does mine, and I'm just… I'm not skilled in that particular art form… you know… you're very pretty. Your braids, I mean! Your braids are very pretty. Yes, that's it. Your braids."
The elf looked flustered now, his cheeks turning steadily redder and redder as he spoke, arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was acting so unlike the elves Fili had seen before, stumbling over his words and standing with despicable posture.
It was unbelievably hot.
"Are you asking me to braid your hair?" Fili asked, cutting off the elf's incessant babbling. The two locked eyes, and for a moment, Fili's heart sped up.
In the next moment, however, he squashed that feeling like it was a berry under his boot, and he raised an eyebrow. "Well? Yes or no?"
Legolas bit his lip again, stop doing that! Durin's beard, Thorin would have my head if I told him I was lusting after an elf! "Would you mind?" he asked in a quiet voice. That voice would sound nice moaning my nam- STOP.
"Not at all. You mind sitting down?" Fili answered, proud that his voice didn't waver as he tried to crush the unbearable warmth growing in his heart. Legolas gave him a smile and sat down gracefully in front of Fili's cell, his back pressed against the bars and his legs crossed.
Without hesitation, Fili reached his hands out and took up some of Legolas' hair in his hands.Durin's great cock… he screamed in his head, eyes going wide. This is some soft hair!
He separated it into pieces and began to braid, trying to ignore the thoughts of how nice it would feel to have this hair tangled in his hands, and he may or may not have let out another involuntary sigh.
Within a few minutes, he had secured four braids behind Legolas' head, smiling at his good work. "And your braids," he began, tying off the bit of string he had been handed to wrap around the braids, "Are, indeed, finished."
"Thank you, master dwarf," Legolas said hastily, standing up and turning to face the blonde dwarf, who was still in his cell. Fili gave him a warm smile, leaning on the bars. "I… well… I have a prayer circle to attend… Festival of Starlight and all that… thank you, I never could thank you more."
Fili raised an eyebrow as Legolas turned to walk away, and, in a moment of sheer daring, grabbed the elf's hand and pulled it back to give it a gentle kiss on the fingertips. Legolas looked surprised for a moment (which left Fili fearing he had done something wrong) but then he adapted a broad, radiant smile, squeezing the dwarf's hand.
Neither said anything, but Fili was horrifyingly aware of the glow that now followed the elf all the way up the stairs and out of the dungeon. He knew what that glow meant. "Oh Durin save me…" he murmured, rubbing his temples as he slid down the wall.
That was the glow of the One.