Legolas wandered into the clearing where he usually found Emalyn, and saw that she was practicing with her bow. She was also looking very depressed. He slowly walked over to her, his head turned down, but his eyes were fixed on her.
She saw him coming, but looked back down at the ground immediately when their eyes met for a split second. She couldn't look at him; it would only make her suffering worse. He kept walking closer, and tried to stand right in front of her. When they faced each other, she turned away a little.
"Can I talk to you, please?" he said quietly, looking at her with longing eyes and raising his eyebrows a little bit. She nodded, put her bow down, and faced him. However, she still couldn't look him in the eye. He was a little frustrated by this, but talked to her anyway, hoping that it would help.
"I've been thinking a lot lately- about you," his voice got a little quieter, "I feel absolutely horrible; it kills me to see you like this" his eyes became a little wet because he was on the verge of tears.
She nodded, but didn't look him in the eye. As he talked to her softly, his light blue eyes were constantly trying to meet with hers, but she simply wouldn't allow it. Legolas wasn't going to give up this easily, so he continued to talk to her.
"I feel so empty, not talking to you. I never wanted to get so absorbed in my work but it happened and I'm so sorry," his eyes started tearing a little more, and he reached out and put his hand on her cheek, caressing it softly. The contact made Emalyn's eyes tear up a little.
"When I saw you today, looking so depressed, it made me want to cry…" a single tear dripped down his face, and he looked down at the ground in embarrassment.
It was then that Emalyn gathered up all of her strength and looked up into his eyes… and when they met, she didn't look back down. Emalyn's bloodshot eyes were calling out for him; she had been so lost without his eyes to guide her.
Legolas' head was swimming with emotions, and Emalyn could see it in his eyes. Without even thinking, Legolas guided her head forward with his hand and leaned in, pressing his lips firmly to hers.
Emalyn was a bit surprised by this, but she let her eyes close and pressed back. It felt like butterflies were flying through his mouth, into hers, and filling her whole body with an intense feeling that she hadn't experienced before. Legolas swiped his tongue across her lips lightly every once in a while, and Emalyn just stood there, tasting him and loving it.
Soon she reached up and took his hand in hers, and he took it. Legolas wanted her close to him and he'd gotten his wish. He was holding back just so he could enjoy her while it lasted. After what seemed like an hour, Legolas rubbed her hand with his thumb and gently pulled away. She tasted him one last time before he did, and smiled slightly, a look of content on her face that she hadn't experienced in weeks.
He gazed into her eyes, a smile across his lips, and they just stared into each others eyes for a moment. After a minute or so, Emalyn pulled Legolas by the hand over to the bench and the two of them sat down.
"I'm really sorry I…" Legolas began to speak, but Emalyn covered his mouth with her hand. She wrapped both of her arms around Legolas' middle and snuggled up to him with her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and smiled.
They enjoyed each other's company for a while, until Legolas loosened his grip on her for a little bit. He was happy to see that she did not loosen her grip, and that she did like him back. Either that or she really needed someone and he just happened to be there. Either way, he was very glad to be making her feel better.
He rubbed her arm with his hand up and down and tenderly kissed the top of her head for a few seconds while closing his eyes. Emalyn didn't want to be anywhere but there in his arms.
She looked up into his light blue eyes, and smiled, as she whispered, "I want to kiss you again."
His face distorted into a wide smile and he brought his lips back to hers again. This time, Emalyn was a little more responsive. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him harder to her. His arms slid down to lightly rest on her waist, and they kissed for a few seconds. When they pulled apart, Emalyn looked up at him.
"What made you…. You know, kiss me?" she asked curiously.
Legolas laughed a little, "A friend helped me realize what I really needed."
"And what is that?" she playfully raised an eyebrow.
"Arwen," He smiled, as she looked at him in disbelief, "No you, silly, who else???" He laughed, and she let go of him, laughing back.
"Hey!" She shoved him playfully.
He smiled genuinely and brought his hand up to her cheek, rubbing off the dried tears that had fallen there moments ago. She looked back into his eyes, and again, it was as if he was sending butterflies through her body.
She saw him coming, but looked back down at the ground immediately when their eyes met for a split second. She couldn't look at him; it would only make her suffering worse. He kept walking closer, and tried to stand right in front of her. When they faced each other, she turned away a little.
"Can I talk to you, please?" he said quietly, looking at her with longing eyes and raising his eyebrows a little bit. She nodded, put her bow down, and faced him. However, she still couldn't look him in the eye. He was a little frustrated by this, but talked to her anyway, hoping that it would help.
"I've been thinking a lot lately- about you," his voice got a little quieter, "I feel absolutely horrible; it kills me to see you like this" his eyes became a little wet because he was on the verge of tears.
She nodded, but didn't look him in the eye. As he talked to her softly, his light blue eyes were constantly trying to meet with hers, but she simply wouldn't allow it. Legolas wasn't going to give up this easily, so he continued to talk to her.
"I feel so empty, not talking to you. I never wanted to get so absorbed in my work but it happened and I'm so sorry," his eyes started tearing a little more, and he reached out and put his hand on her cheek, caressing it softly. The contact made Emalyn's eyes tear up a little.
"When I saw you today, looking so depressed, it made me want to cry…" a single tear dripped down his face, and he looked down at the ground in embarrassment.
It was then that Emalyn gathered up all of her strength and looked up into his eyes… and when they met, she didn't look back down. Emalyn's bloodshot eyes were calling out for him; she had been so lost without his eyes to guide her.
Legolas' head was swimming with emotions, and Emalyn could see it in his eyes. Without even thinking, Legolas guided her head forward with his hand and leaned in, pressing his lips firmly to hers.
Emalyn was a bit surprised by this, but she let her eyes close and pressed back. It felt like butterflies were flying through his mouth, into hers, and filling her whole body with an intense feeling that she hadn't experienced before. Legolas swiped his tongue across her lips lightly every once in a while, and Emalyn just stood there, tasting him and loving it.
Soon she reached up and took his hand in hers, and he took it. Legolas wanted her close to him and he'd gotten his wish. He was holding back just so he could enjoy her while it lasted. After what seemed like an hour, Legolas rubbed her hand with his thumb and gently pulled away. She tasted him one last time before he did, and smiled slightly, a look of content on her face that she hadn't experienced in weeks.
He gazed into her eyes, a smile across his lips, and they just stared into each others eyes for a moment. After a minute or so, Emalyn pulled Legolas by the hand over to the bench and the two of them sat down.
"I'm really sorry I…" Legolas began to speak, but Emalyn covered his mouth with her hand. She wrapped both of her arms around Legolas' middle and snuggled up to him with her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and smiled.
They enjoyed each other's company for a while, until Legolas loosened his grip on her for a little bit. He was happy to see that she did not loosen her grip, and that she did like him back. Either that or she really needed someone and he just happened to be there. Either way, he was very glad to be making her feel better.
He rubbed her arm with his hand up and down and tenderly kissed the top of her head for a few seconds while closing his eyes. Emalyn didn't want to be anywhere but there in his arms.
She looked up into his light blue eyes, and smiled, as she whispered, "I want to kiss you again."
His face distorted into a wide smile and he brought his lips back to hers again. This time, Emalyn was a little more responsive. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him harder to her. His arms slid down to lightly rest on her waist, and they kissed for a few seconds. When they pulled apart, Emalyn looked up at him.
"What made you…. You know, kiss me?" she asked curiously.
Legolas laughed a little, "A friend helped me realize what I really needed."
"And what is that?" she playfully raised an eyebrow.
"Arwen," He smiled, as she looked at him in disbelief, "No you, silly, who else???" He laughed, and she let go of him, laughing back.
"Hey!" She shoved him playfully.
He smiled genuinely and brought his hand up to her cheek, rubbing off the dried tears that had fallen there moments ago. She looked back into his eyes, and again, it was as if he was sending butterflies through her body.