Reflections On Cherry Blossoms
By: Silviestree8989
Summary: Legolas at a peaceful moment. With Aragorn.
A/N: This is NOT slash!!!
Rating: G, theres no violence and it is really just a moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or Aragorn or anyone so yeah Tolkien does not me.
A/N: I know this is short but please please look at it and please please review. It will make me happy!!
The cherry blossoms wafted down gently in the warm breeze. The man stepped forward. His long blond hair fell across his simple green tunic and knowing eyes followed every movement of the forest. Quietly, he set aside his quiver and bow and crossed a couple of steps to the flowing stream.
The blond man knelt on one knee and dipped his hand into the water, before lifting it to perfect lips. He lowered his hand into the water again, pausing this time to ponder his reflection, the way that it was so easily marred by the rippled which his hand had caused.
A lonely fish wandered forward to gently nibble on the man's fingers and, despite himself, he smiled. He raised his hand high into the air, marveling at the way with which the sunlight danced off the rivulets of water that trickled down his bare arm.
Suddenly, a heavy, human hand fell on his shoulder and he heard the familiar voice of Aragorn in his ear, "Ready, Legolas?"
Legolas retrieved his bow and arrows without talking. He pulled an arrow free from the quiver and sighted it on a far tree. "Ready."
By: Silviestree8989
Summary: Legolas at a peaceful moment. With Aragorn.
A/N: This is NOT slash!!!
Rating: G, theres no violence and it is really just a moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas or Aragorn or anyone so yeah Tolkien does not me.
A/N: I know this is short but please please look at it and please please review. It will make me happy!!
The cherry blossoms wafted down gently in the warm breeze. The man stepped forward. His long blond hair fell across his simple green tunic and knowing eyes followed every movement of the forest. Quietly, he set aside his quiver and bow and crossed a couple of steps to the flowing stream.
The blond man knelt on one knee and dipped his hand into the water, before lifting it to perfect lips. He lowered his hand into the water again, pausing this time to ponder his reflection, the way that it was so easily marred by the rippled which his hand had caused.
A lonely fish wandered forward to gently nibble on the man's fingers and, despite himself, he smiled. He raised his hand high into the air, marveling at the way with which the sunlight danced off the rivulets of water that trickled down his bare arm.
Suddenly, a heavy, human hand fell on his shoulder and he heard the familiar voice of Aragorn in his ear, "Ready, Legolas?"
Legolas retrieved his bow and arrows without talking. He pulled an arrow free from the quiver and sighted it on a far tree. "Ready."