Open Eyes

Eomer was in bliss. He couldn't remember the last time he was so content and warm, curled against a lithe yet strong body. So accordingly, he took his time to admire the body laid out in front of him, gently running his fingers over the hard muscles of Legolas' stomach, before gracing them over the smooth planes of his chest. It was then that he belatedly became aware that Legolas had been awake all along.

With a slight blush on his face, accompanied by a most innocent countenance, he greeted Legolas a very good morning. "Oh, but we can make this morning significantly more enjoyable," he purred as an afterthought.

Legolas didn't respond to Eomer's liking. In fact, Legolas didn't respond at all. Eomer considered upping this impromptu seduction until he took in Legolas' glassy eyes and the distant gaze. He waved a hand in front of the Elf, but Legolas remained unresponsive.

"Legolas?"

Fear took a sudden grip on him. "Legolas!"

Through the mist of his waking dreams, Legolas heard his name being cried. Someone was in danger! The blue eyes cleared as Legolas shot up straight into another's head. Years of living in shadow had honed his warrior instincts to fight at the snap of a finger. Believing he was under attack, he pummelled his fist into the offending face, before reaching for his knives.

They weren't there.

Moreover, he wasn't in danger. The shadows cast were not due to a canopy of trees, but of the Sun behind pale drapes. He was also naked under warm furs. So who was it that he had punched? And come to think of it, where was Eomer?

Legolas rolled over to the edge of the bed and found Eomer on the floor with the beginning signs of a blackened eye. Oops.

"You punched me!" he accused.

Legolas' mouth twitched in apology, but his pride wouldn't allow him to concede the blame and habit forced him to argue back.

"You head butted me!"

"You head butted me! How was I to know you were suddenly just going to sit up? I don't have the reflexes of an elf!"

"What did you expect when you cried my name as if you were being attacked?"

"I thought you were dead!"

Whatever comeback Legolas had on his tongue died as Legolas stared wide-eyed at his lover, and then half choked as he tried to contain a giggle that threatened to escape.

Eomer didn't find it amusing though and pouted like a petulant wounded puppy.

Luckily for Eomer, Legolas always had a soft spot for cute things.

Feeling rather guilty, Legolas gracefully slid down to lie over Eomer's handsome naked body. Resisting the urge to ravish the delightful flesh, he scattered kisses over the raw skin where his fist had connected, before tucking his head under Eomer's chin. "Sorry," he whispered sincerely, "I thought you knew so I didn't warn you."

Eomer manoeuvred them so that he could see Legolas' face. "Warn me about what?"

Legolas face was serious but his eyes sparkled with mirth. "That elves sleep with their eyes open, silly."