Prompt 36: Hair

Aragorn grew bored of swimming in the moonlit sea long before Legolas did. The Ranger sat instead upon a small dune, enjoying the quiet sounds of the night, and watching the shadows rush to shore beneath their curls of restless water.

Out of the wave-shadows rose the Elf, glistening in Ithil's pale glow as the water dripped reluctantly down and off his pale, nude form. "Your mouth is gaping," he observed to Aragorn, though it was but gentle mockery.

"I swear you are a kelpie, or some other sea-faerie that we hear of in our ancestors' tales. You look ready to tangle any bewitched mortal man in your hair and drag him, confused but willing, to his watery death!"

Legolas laughed aloud and, seizing Aragorn's readily-yielded wrists, bound them loosely in lengths of yellow hair, then pulled the Ranger tight into his embrace.

"Come with me," he murmured, and he took Aragorn gently back to the daylight world, where the Man woke in the Elf's arms, his hands buried deep in golden tresses.

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