A.N.: This was written as an accompying description to a fan-art prompted by Firithnovwen on DA.

This is the art piece:

kironomi(dot)deviantart(dot)com(slash)art/Kurtofsky-The-Wait-220969307

David made his way through the willows haunting that part of the woods. The river flowed nearby, calm and soothing, setting the rest of the forest in a numb existence that seemed to have no end, if he could judge by the solitary confinement of that place of the forest. The other elves had called it "Lover's heart", and David's own had clenched at the name.

The weather was favorable; had been for quite some days now, so it had been easy, almost too easy to reach the elves' village. The morning sun shone already very high; it was almost noon, he could easily tell although the light was slightly filtered through the thickness of the willows cascades of leaves.

He removed a deciduous bud from the front of his eyes, and found him. Sat in the same place he had left him, in that golden chair he had once playfully called his throne. His head slightly tilted to one side, peacefully sleeping his way through the monotonous wait.

Dave prided himself in killing orcs without blinking, facing horrors with all the courage he had, but seeing his beloved there, waiting for him, waiting now for over ten years, made his heart stop. Seeing how beautiful he was, when the memory of his lips on his had already started to fade away, almost brought tears to his eyes. To have the proof of his unwavering dedication and loyalty tightened his throat. Any breath he'd take onwards would be a relieved one. To have been loved that way, go away and then come back home to that same love would have been enough for him to face any threat on Middle Earth. He took a step forwards, carelessly stepping on a wig.

The sound made Kurt wake up. The elf had always been a light sleeper. Any abnormal movement in the familiar trees would trigger him off to an alert state, such was his warrior side. Now, however, he had not sprung to attack. He still sat, eyes wide open, jaw slightly slack and hands gripping tight each arm of the chair.

"Kurt?" he said, tentatively "It's me."

The elf rose slowly to his feet. He was wearing a green cape, Dave idly noticed. The one he had got him, all those years ago. He wondered if Kurt had known he was coming. He gave three, four steps, enough for them to be only some feet apart, and all the confusion and weariness vanished from Kurt' face. Those wonderful eyes of his teared up instantly and he threw himself at David, surrounding him with his two strong, longing arms. David felt a rush akin to being flooded with energy, a spark. He could smell Kurt, and he'd never smelled something as good. His whole body shook as he hugged back his lover and kissed him everywhere. His hair, his forehead, his cheeks. Then he drew back, Kurt's hand gripping his arm tight like he wanted to be sure this was not a mirage, and really kissed him. He finally felt his lips again, and it reminded him of nights spent kissing under the moonlight and sleepy afternoons by the riverside, when everything was perfect and beautiful.

Kurt was the first one to break the kiss, only to initiate one of his own. They must have spent hours like that, reminiscing without a word. Then Dave spoke.

"I can't believe you're here for me after all that time."

Kurt smiled at him, his eyes crinkling, and replied. "I said I'd wait for you."

David was never happier in his life.

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