Whispers of the Forest (Legolas x Male OC)

Quiet At Last

Sîrion didn't expect to fall asleep. He had slept far too much due to his injuries and had been avoiding it since he originally woke. The night was always peaceful, and to sleep it away any more than he had to felt wrong. Still, he found himself squinting into the brightly lit room, head full of fluff as it clung to the last remnants of sleep. A breeze babbled in from an open window, and Sîrion found himself rather content to just stay listening to it for a while.

However, that was not the only reason he was so willing to stay in bed a while longer. Legolas was cuddled up on his good side, the blanket pulled up to his nose and head lying on the listener's shoulder. Quite frankly, it was the perfect way to wake up, despite the hollow ache it caused in his sore shoulder. He wrapped his arm around the prince's waist, and all felt good... right. As if the world had finally let out a sigh of relief, and everything had fallen into place. At least for the time being, Sîrion could rest with a relatively free mind. Even if the future held inevitably stressful events, it wouldn't be anything close to facing off against Sauron. He leaned his cheek against Legolas's forehead, a smile sparking on his face, mirroring the fluttering he felt in his chest. Valar he didn't want to leave that moment. He just wanted to cling to this feeling of fullness warming him... complete contentment didn't describe it; he only knew it was something incredible. Joy, satisfaction, relief, and so much more were bubbling around his heart, and there was nothing he could do to express it fully. Nothing but hold the prince - his prince - closer and revel in the soft morning light. He closed his eyes again, a smile growing as the breeze continued to babble in, most of it incoherent fast whispers, but from what Sîrion could hear, he knew Middle Earth was still celebrating.

Legolas shifted in his arms, taking a deep breath before pushing his face up into the listener's neck.

"Good morning," Sîrion gently said, keeping his voice quiet enough that if the prince were still sleeping, he wouldn't wake.

Fortunately, he was awake, softly humming in response.

"Did yo-" Sîrion was interrupted by Legolas pushing himself up quickly, eyes wide.

"Are you okay?" He asked, slightly frantic, looking at the listener's shoulder and then back to his face.

Sîrion smiled gently, fully, "I am fine, da'assan," He tugged on the prince's waist gently, "Though, I would be better if you laid back down."

Legolas furrowed his brow, considering the listener's words before he obliged, though not to the extent Sîrion was hoping. Rather than settling back where he was, Legolas shifted further away, careful not to lay on the listener's shoulder. Sîrion wasn't going to settle for the distance; he tugged the prince closer.

"Sîrion, your shoul-" Legolas started, pushing himself back up.

"It's fine. Hardly an ache," He smiled softly, under able to contain it with the tenderness encompassing his chest as he gazed at Legolas, "I want to hold you."

He pulled at the prince's waist again, heart skipping a beat when the other finally conceded.

"This is completely improper, just so you are aware," Legolas muttered, snuggling back down, pressing his face into the listener's neck.

The listener hummed softly, "So I will have to say goodbye to this in the Greenwood?" A tease was laced in his voice, though he hadn't yet thought of all the things he would have to stop doing once they reached Legolas' home. He would have to seek more clarification, but he was sure the morning like this would be few until he figured out how to properly court.

Legolas let out a small laugh, "You will. Perhaps if we sneak, but I may die from embarrassment if we're caught."

Sîrion chuckled softly, bringing his hand over to brush through the prince's hair.