Prompt: Worship

It was midnight, but the night was not still, for the owls and nightingales sang their endless fugues. The moonlight came patchily through the leaves of the tree and played upon the angles of Legolas' face as Aragorn, propped serenely upon one elbow, looked down upon his sleeping love and adored.

Unaffected by the autumn chill, Legolas lay uncovered to the waist, his smooth white skin bared to the Ranger's hovering fingertips. At length, Aragorn gave into temptation and gently brushed one of the peaked nipples.

A smile on his lips, Legolas murmured, "You know, you are the beautiful one."

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