Tumblr prompt: Reader and Legolas making pie.
"Out." Legolas's voice was laced with the power of his princely heritage, and you stand behind him, your face sheepish. When you asked Legolas to bake with you, you didn't think he was going to command the entire kitchen to disperse. The elven prince was always so soft spoken and not very much like a prince at all. Occasionally, he managed to surprise you.
The elves all halted in their cooking, bowing their heads as a sign of respect to Legolas before leaving you along with him. "Well that was much easier than I thought," he admitted quietly, brushing hair from his face as a small smile pierced his lips.
You tug on his hand, remaining silent as you lead him towards the ingredients that had been already laid out for you by your instruction. "Are you ready to make some pumpkin pie?" You ask, eyebrow perked curiously as you glance over at Legolas, hair spilling over one shoulder.
Legolas nods eagerly, his eyes grazing the ingredients in front of him with minor curiosity and confusion. When you had initially come to him and asked him to make pie with you, he had no idea what you were talking about. "Pie?" he had said, "What is pie?"
You can't help the smile was twists your lips upwards at the memory, and a small chuckle bursts forth. Legolas stares at you, expecting an explanation, but you aren't about to give him one. Instead, you pull the ingredients towards you and begin to mix things together.
"This doesn't look that good," Legolas said, voice laced with doubt. He was standing back, so that he was behind you, his head leaning over your shoulder as he watched you work. His hair was like silk, brushing your bare neck and shoulder. It made you wish you had been born an elf, not the race of man.
"You have to bake it first," you explain, dumping the mashed up pumpkin into the bowl as you began to stir. "It won't be any good until it does." It looks like Legolas doesn't believe you, but he doesn't question you either.
You begin to use the flour to make the dough that will be the crust, when Legolas slides his finger through the flour, staring at it with quiet fascination. "It's only flour," you tell him, laughing. Legolas's eyes started to sparkle, something that only happened when he was up to something mischievous. "What are you doing?" You ask, but your jaw drops when he presses his finger to your nose, leaving it white.
You snatch a big handful of flour and chuck it at him, and he stares at you in disbelief as his entire face is whitened with the food ingredient. You can't take it anymore - you burst out laughing, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you double over. Your laughter instantly ceases as Legolas's finger swims in the front of your vision, pressing against the underside of your chin and pulling your head up to meet his gaze. His lips press against yours, and you respond, the pie forgotten. You have been waiting for Legolas to return your affections for a long time.
"I want to taste this pie," he whispered, breath tickling your tingling lips as he pulled away. You nod, your head swimming with happiness, and you turn around, silent finishing the pie. It didn't take long to finish, nor to cook, and the whole time Legolas stood behind you, braiding your hair. You love it when he does that - it was a sacred tradition amongst the elves, to have their hair braided. It made you feel like one of them.
"Here," you said, cutting into the pie and bringing it to Legolas's lips. He opened his mouth willingly, and his eyes widen as the flavor hits his taste buds.
"Thats quite beautiful on my tongue, if I must admit such a thing." You push yourself up on your toes, pressing your lips to his once again.
"Yeah, but I like the taste of it on you better."