Names in the snow

AN: I'm well aware it's actually summer, not winter but hey the idea just came to me. This is my first slash fic though I'm an avid reader and I thought I would give it a go. Let me know what you think

Snow covered the elven realm of Imladris. Elflings were out playing in the white fields under the careful gaze of their parents. Those a little older were happily skidding on the ice or sliding down hills on makeshift sledges, while the older elves wondered the gardens, quietly talking with friends or just sitting and basking in the serenity.

The elf and the man were sitting on blankets against a wall, neither of the two had any care for the fact that the blankets in no way stopped the slowly melting snow from soaking though, each was completely content with the others company.

Legolas had his slender fingers wrapped around a small green leather-bound book, his brow furrowed and a pen in hand. He seemed lost in a world of his own Aragorn noted, though he always was when he was writing, even though the young prince was the only one who could read anything he wrote in that book of his. The elf's usually neat handwriting had turned into scribble but the Ranger was sure that what his friend wrote was beautiful. Everything his friend did was beautiful, or at least that's what he thought. The fact that he was head over heals in love with said friend possibly made him a bit bias.

But Aragorn didn't care, in his eyes the elf was perfect an just being next to him was enough to have him walking on air.

The two were sitting in silence. Legolas concentrating on his writing and Aragorn left with his thoughts. Others, he found, often misunderstood the prince of Mirkwood. They called him cold hearted, spoiled and naïve, but few really knew what the elf was really like. Few knew the loving, selfless, intelligent, caring Legolas Greenleaf. Most just knew him as 'your highness'.

Aragorn let our a contented sigh and leaned back against the wall behind him, unconsciously tracing letters in the snow beside him.

Aragorn

Legolas

"You write my name next to yours?", The Mirkwood elf's voice startled the future king out of his thoughts and forced him to come face to face with a confused looking friend, and the man, realizing too late his mistake and what he had written , had given away all in one un-guarded look into the princes eyes and the only thing he could think of was the friendship he had just destroyed.

Seeing his friends terrified features and reading all that he needed in the mans eyes, Legolas took his hand and placed it upon that of the king. He then wordlessly bought their joined hands to hover just above the letters in the snow before slowly guiding both their fingers into drawing a heart around the two names.

Shocked eyes met dazzling cerulean, frosty lips found warm soft ones, hearts and souls bonded.

And there amidst a white blanket on a snowy winter's day, two halves of one whole kept each other from the cold.

End