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You walk amongst the road of a human village of Lake-town. Your cloak is pulled over your head to conceal your tapered ears and elven facial features, so none of the humans paid you much mind. There are times when you liked escaping the halls of your King, because as much as you love your own kind, the race of Man is oddly fascinating to you.
An apple for the lady," a random stranger holds his hand out to you, shiny red apple a vibrant color against the grey and bleakness of the land.
You allow yourself to look up. The stranger was a burly man, scruff of hair that wasn't allowed to grow on the face of elves dusting his chin and mouth. He offers you the apple again, and once you take it he shoves his hands in his pocket and strolls past you, singing in his own low voice.
You take a bite of an apple, relishing in its taste, and turn to go home. You have small boat hidden towards Mirkwood.
Trailing through the woods, you finish off the apple and give the rest to a couple of squirrels that express their interest in it. Your hood is down now, and you find your voice carrying a song that sang of the starlight you elves hold very dear.
"You have a very lovely voice, my lady." You stop, at first thinking that man from before had somehow followed you home. However, they spoke in elvish, and not very many men knew the tongue carried by the fair folk.
You spot Legolas sitting in one of the trees, leg swinging as it hung from the branch. You hold your chin up to hide your embarrassment of mistaking the Prince of the Woodland Realm for a human and curtsy. "Thank you, my prince." You watch as Legolas gracefully swings down from the tree, landing in front of you.
His head tilts to the side, his fingers lightly brushing the skin on your chin as he lifts your head up to stare at your face. "Your eyes." You push your face away so that you can turn your head. This time you don't care if he sees that you are embarrassed. Your eyes are brown, a light almond brown that isn't seen on many elves, whose norm is blue or green.
"Do not mistake my words for disgust, my lady. They are very beautiful." His words catch, and you find your head turning to stare at him again.
"You really like them?" You have been teased for such a abnormality your whole life. You have never spoken to the Prince, so it makes sense that he would be so surprised at such a difference, but you did not expect him to act different than the other elves that had taken notice.
"They are as lovely as that voice of yours." His fingers graze your chin again, and he cups it, his eyes searching yours. "May I?" He whispers, and you nod, still as stone when he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours.
"I apologize," he murmurs, the whisper of his breath against your lips, "I am usually not so bold. But it felt right."
You press your fingers to the back of his head, pulling him back for more. "I was not complaining.