Repudiate || legolas

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𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠?

Legolas was unsure why Tauriel seemed so admit on bringing the elf along on the walk. For they had walks alone plenty of times talking. He assumed it could be from the fact that his mind tended to linger on the beautiful dark auburn hair and the deep blue eyes, the warm skin, and reddened nose from the sun. He shook away his thoughts. For Trevad had appeared. "Ah, and here I thought this was a ploy for you to admit you undying love for me, Tauriel," the elf spoke, spinning around a sort of bottle on his finger. Tauriel walks beside him.

"Oh please, Tree, everyone knows Falling for you would be a fate worse than death," she laughed softly, and Tree laughed as well.

A shrug as he walked over to Legolas and smiled, "Hello, Legolas." He greeted with a warm softness in his voice. Surprisingly, his hair was brushed out, and even more so, he had waves in his hair akin to Lady Galadriel and in the style he wore. In fact, without the situation of party. Legolas found himself feeling a comforting feeling at the welcoming appearance. He wasn't aware he had been just nodding quietly as he spoke. "I see. So you are a quieter, folk. That's okay, I talk enough to fill the room," he said comfortingly. "Lead the way, I will follow."

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"I can't..." A breath escaped his parted lips as he repeated it. "I can't right now. For I have pledged to my master I would watch these Dwarves, I am an apprentice to a great wizard now," he said softly. "And I have grown fond of them for the time we spent at Beorn's cabin and on the road. They treat me with kindness, and I can not just leave them now," he said, cupping his cheek. "But after, if I live through this," Awarthons lips parted as if to say more but was cut off by lips clashing into his.

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Gladly, he reciprocated. Lips tangled, and tongues danced as if dancing for the stars above, moving in a rhythm of leaves in the billowing wind. Gently landing on the solid floor beneath, firm, and steady. In unison and lips lingering between each breath. Hands in hair, feeling the hair acting as a curtain as the music from above echoed down the halls. Lips never seemed to relent. Appeasing sounds escaped both of them. The heat against a body cold as ice a beautiful mix that could cause steam. Eyes shut closed as relying on that of just touch and sounds, the memories of each other being all they had. The coldness as the bodies separated was chilling as a trail of memories connected them before braking.

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No words were spoken as Awarthon propped himself on his elbows, watching as Legolas pulled away slowly. The kiss was a promise, a reminder that they were more than just forbidden love. That even without sight and grim circumstances, they still loved each other. "Then I shall wait," legolas finally broke the knowing science. "But I fear I can not let you out without my father knowing. I shall think upon how to free you, so soon we shall commemorate and become officially one," he smiled softly, looking beyond infatuated with Awarthon.

The feelings of the wind told him that Legolas's efforts shall not be necessary. "I see that that may not be necessary, my Prince," he hummed, looking off to the window. "I feel as if someone is lurking to set us free, maybe in the morning it shall be known or left forever in the dark..." he said softly, standing up from his laid down position. He went quiet as he looked unknowingly past the hobbit, who had more questions than answers. "Is that what you wanted to talk about. About us?" He said, looking back at Legolas, who still sat on the floor.

A firm nod was all he gave, "I seemed like we both wanted to discuss... us, but had different ways to go about it," he added, walking over and taking his hands in his. Leaning forward, he pressed a delicate kiss to the corner of his. "How shall I hand you back this time?" He asked with a gentle request.