A/N: You all knew you were thinking it. Minor TTT spoilers. Not too bad. This is random cuteness.
Aragorn smiled up at Legolas, eyebrows raising slightly. Legolas could almost imagine a crown atop his head.
"You look horrible," said Legolas, and the two laughed. Legolas' gaze softened slightly, he saw that Aragorn was wounded. Delicate hand raised, brushing the wound on his shoulder, touch feather-soft. "They thought you were lost," he whispered, voice gentle as silk, and smoother. "I knew better."
This drew a grin from Aragorn, and his hand -rough, calloused in comparison to the smooth skin of the elf - caught Legolas'. "I knew you'd be the one to keep faith." A sad smile touched the elf's lips, and he glanced down, lowering his head a bit.
"So long as you lead us, I will have faith." A rough hand touched his chin, and raised his gaze again, tilting his head up. Their lips met, just a brief touch, brushing of ruddy lips, framed by stubble, against a fair, soft pout. And then, Aragorn pulled away a bit, speaking, whispering.
"Sorry I'm late."
Aragorn smiled up at Legolas, eyebrows raising slightly. Legolas could almost imagine a crown atop his head.
"You look horrible," said Legolas, and the two laughed. Legolas' gaze softened slightly, he saw that Aragorn was wounded. Delicate hand raised, brushing the wound on his shoulder, touch feather-soft. "They thought you were lost," he whispered, voice gentle as silk, and smoother. "I knew better."
This drew a grin from Aragorn, and his hand -rough, calloused in comparison to the smooth skin of the elf - caught Legolas'. "I knew you'd be the one to keep faith." A sad smile touched the elf's lips, and he glanced down, lowering his head a bit.
"So long as you lead us, I will have faith." A rough hand touched his chin, and raised his gaze again, tilting his head up. Their lips met, just a brief touch, brushing of ruddy lips, framed by stubble, against a fair, soft pout. And then, Aragorn pulled away a bit, speaking, whispering.
"Sorry I'm late."