Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

A Peaceful Night

Tomorrow they would reach the Black Gates. The closer they came to the dreaded place, the quieter the men became. The camps became lifeless, the men even turning in extra early for the night rather than staying up that little bit longer to talk around a fire.

The sun was setting, painting the sky with the most beautiful oranges and pinks. Sîrion was walking along the rows of tents searching for Legolas... or really any member of the fellowship. He had been wandering since the last tent was put up, and the horses were watered. The work went by faster than the previous nights. Aragorn had sent those too frightened to continue to Mordor away, leaving the camp with fewer jobs to do - even with fewer men, it went quick. Those sent away were tasked to take Cair Andros back from Saurons clutch, a battle far less terrifying than the one the army marched upon tomorrow, the listener assumed. Sîrion would have thought having fewer men in battle would add to the terror, but if anything, Alda believed it helped. Terrified soldiers couldn't be a good thing to keep around. It could put others more in danger... there's little worse than those supposed to support fleeing their post. Besides, they were already so outnumbered that it truly didn't make their chance of success decrease. He turned into another row of tents, looking for any sign of his Prince. Instead, it was just another empty row. He sighed, stopping for a moment to contemplate where in Valar everyone could have gone when a hand slid into his, and he was yanked - rather hard - into a tent. His stumbling was stopped as he was spun around, and arms draped themselves around his shoulders.

"Legolas? Wha-hmph!" The listener was abruptly pulled forward, lips covering his own in an almost desperate, feverish manner.

He instinctively kissed back, returning the pecks the best he could. It felt odd, but he was quick to pull the Prince closer by the waist once the initial surprise wore off. He was rather grateful his lip was fully healed, and he wouldn't be painting Legolas' lips with blood. And so, he attempted to match the intensity of the Prince, moving his lips quickly. To be honest, it was getting difficult to keep up and take little breaths of air. Every so often, their lips would miss, catching the sides of each other's mouths, but neither truly cared. It was awkward and clumsy as they had never tried to kiss longer than a couple of pecks, but neither wanted to stop, and things began to fall into place - or rather lips. A peck stayed, lips staying atop one another and beginning to move together rather than completely separating. The listener inhaled sharply through his nose, gripping the Prince's waist tighter. It was new... but admittedly much more efficient and felt, well, amazing. Sîrion pushed the Prince back gently, breathing heavily with a wide goofy smile on his face.

"Why hello to you, too," Sîrion whispered, nose brushing against Legolas', "Where on Middle Earth did that come from - not that I mind, of course."

Legolas let out a breathy chuckle, sliding a hand up and beginning to play with the listener's hair ever so slightly, "I just missed you, that is all."

"Hmm, I missed you too, meles," and Sîrion truly meant it.

Despite riding beside the Prince for most of the day, it did not feel like he had spent much time with him at all. Being surrounded by so many people, even at night, made it rather difficult to get a moment alone. Or even a moment to talk without someone deciding to interrupt. Sîrion ran his thumb along the side of Legolas' waist, enamoured by the elf in front of him.

"Is this going to becomm-," Legolas pulled his face back down, "a habit," he mumbled against the Prince's lips, cutting himself off for a couple of kisses, "of yours?"

He didn't get an answer right away, and by the time Legolas had just barely pulled away, his lips barely hovering over Sîrion's, the listener had nearly forgotten he had asked a question, "If you would like."