When I First Saw You

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3rd person:

It had been about two and a half weeks since Aragorn and Legolas had left Rivendell. They were almost to the Woodland Realm, and it has taken them shorter than originally expected. There was about one more day of traveling before they could reach the outmost borders of Mirkwood. They had stopped for the night beside a stream and were setting up camp. Oblivious to them it was clear to anyone that they had been sleeping closer and closer together each night.

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Aragorn POV:

I was staring into the fire when I looked over at Legolas. He looked so perfect with the firelight reflected in his pale blue eyes. His hair was pale in the moonlight and even though not one strand was out of place I had to resist the urge to reach over and stroke the hair behind his ear. I gazed back at the fire, my mind wandering. I suddenly found myself asking him a question that had been on my mind since that day when we had set out from Rivendell.

"So you know how you said that there was someone you looked forward to seeing when you come home but you won't exactly be coming home to them. May I ask what or who you mean by that?" he stared into the fire for a while before turning to look at me, his cheeks a dark shade of red, then said,

"I meant, I won't exactly be coming home to them... if... if I-I came home with th-them." he stared down at the blanket, his cheeks a deep shade of red. Pieces were snapping together inside my mind like a puzzle that suddenly fit together. Without thinking, I grabbed his hand in between mine. I could feel it shudder in my grasp as he pulled his gaze away from the ground and stared into my eyes. I stared back into his for what seemed like an eternity before he yanked his gaze away from me and went back to staring at the ground.

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Legolas POV:

It is torture to pull my hand out from in between his but it needed to be done. "I've loved you since the day I saw you, but, Aragorn, what about Arwen." I finally met his gaze again and saw his face drop.

"I do love her, but... I don't know if it's any more than how a brother loves a sister, or how you love your closest friend." My mind drifted back to Tauriel, her tear-stained cheeks after the battle, her slowly starting to fade away. I am pulled back into reality when I feel Aragorn's cold fingers on my cheek. I look up startled, my breath catching in my throat. I didn't know he felt the same. I gazed into his dark brown eyes and saw them full of love.

"But Aragorn-" I don't even get to finish my sentence before I feel his lips on mine, cutting off the rest of my sentence. It was what I had dreamed about since I first saw him in the woods, months ago. I brought my hand up to his hair, feeling, curling my fingers around the soft brown locks. I softly started kissing him back, I pulled away for a moment slightly shocked by how good it felt, before catching my breath, and leaning back in. I could feel his hand slowly creeping around and coming to a rest on my waist before I broke away gasping for breath, I leaned my forehead against his and brought my hand from his hair, letting it come to rest at his hip.

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Aragorn POV:

"Why did you not tell me?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. It had never felt like that, kissing Arwen.

"I did not know you felt the same,"

"Well obviously I do," I teased and he smiled. All I wanted to do was crash my lips back onto his but he seemed tired, so I pulled him against my chest and laid down, I could feel sleep slowly creeping over me as his hand closed around mine.