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Aragorn stood entranced watching the beauty before him. Where the Evenstar stood for hours so she could perfect every aspect of her. She had to have the best clothes perfect make up and her hair was a matter of major importance to her. Legolas simply was beautiful., his perfection came from within he had a loving caring heart that he would give to any one without expecting anything in return and it was this unassuming nature that led many to desire him. Legolas was perfection. No man, elf, hobbit or even Dwarf could deny it.
Legolas smiled slightly at something Pippin said and shook his head, meaning the braids framing his flawless face shook. Aragorn mirrored the smile on the fair elf's face and knew that Pippin had asked and not for the first time for Aragorns share of the Fellowships meal. Legolas was guarding the meagre portion, as the Hobbits had been eying it since they had finished their own. Just before the Fellowship had sat to eat Legolas thought he had heard something, so Aragorn offered to go scout, Legolas tried to come, but Aragorn insisted that the Elf needed to rest. The Wizard had chuckled lightly at this and Legolas sat down gracefully thanking Aragorn for his kind thought.
Breathing deeply the Ranger walked over to the elf and looped his arms around the Golden beings thin waist and inhaled the scent of the woods of Mirkwood which clung to their Prince. Silently claiming a single, short kiss. Aragron sighed and nuzzled his Loves hair. Whispering to Legolas "Meleth" He smiled at his companion. Brother, Lover. His Heart.