They do not belong to me no matter how much I wished they did.
This is a pointless little fic that I promised to write ages ago. About Legolas and piece of lint. It is also an apology for the time it is taking me to update Era. I am struggling under a major workload at the moment.
Please review and let me know if you like it.
Legolas glared daggers at the tunic. No matter what he tried. The little piece of white lint would not shift from the dark green tunic. Legolas had offered to put his clothes away for himself today as the citadel was bust getting ready to celebrate Yule and the chamber maids had not time to do it themselves. And some how in the process of placing tunics and robes on wooden hangers he had dropped Aragorn's favourite on the floor.
He considered calling one of the servants up to the chambers to remove the lint but was embarrassed at the thought of not being able to do anything. He, a great warrior in the war of the Ring, a respected Prince in two kingdoms unable to remove a small piece of fluff.
Surveying the room he thought back over what he had tried. He had attempted to picking it off but it just seemed impossible to get a hold of. He had blown it but it just flew to another part of the tunic. He even had tried an old way he remembered one of the servants in Mirkwood doing. Using a small piece of sticky paper to get hold of the fluff. But all he had managed to do was get glue on to the tunic as well. After sponging it down to get rid of the mark the lint still refused to move.
Legolas had never felt quite so stupid as he did at that moment. He was just considering one last attempt when King Elessar entered the room. Whirling round with the tunic behind his back he smiled at his husband.
"Aragorn I was not expecting you back for a while longer." Legolas told the King trying to stop the King moving any further into the chambers..
"I have never heard you sound that disappointed to see me. Is there another lover in this room I should perhaps know about?"
Legolas gave an over exaggerated laugh. "of course not. Do not be ridiculous." Legolas leant over and kissed his husband on the lips and the kiss deepened and ended up one of great passion.
A few hours later Legolas and Aragorn lay happily cuddled up on the large bed together. Legolas gave a loud yawn and cast his eyes around. When they settled on the tunic he winced slightly. The last few blissful hours had managed to distract him from that dratted piece of lint.
Giving the offending garment one last look he noticed that the lint was gone. That the horrible evil piece of white fluff had vanished. Smiling triumphantly he was about to hang the tunic up when Aragorn called from the bed.
"Did you know you have some Lint in your hair."
Well there you go. Do you like should I maybe write a few small humourish pieces or was it awful????
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Meisalliam