Thorns & Roses (Legolas Love Story)

27. Glimpse

Some say that our lives are defined by the sum of our choices. But it isn’t really our choices that distinguish who we are. It’s our commitment to them, and how far we are willing to keep that commitment.

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[LEGOLAS POV]

"It's the dwarves that go swimming with little, hairy women," I heard Gimli slurred out of the blue and guffawed drunkenly.

I glanced at him, noticing a white foam of ale that he drank stuck on his red beard. Gimli burped loudly as I kept on drinking mug after mug of the mortal ale silently.

As I downed the clear, amber liquid neatly, I felt a pair of eyes watching me intently. I wiped my mouth and took another mug of ale as I glanced at Sara, who eyed me with her intense, silver eyes.

I didn’t know if it was the ale or not, but the way she looked at me sent my skin tingling pleasantly. I kept my eyes at her as I brought the mug to my lips, trying to figure out what that mysterious look meant. As if reading my mind, she spoke up.

“You sure you’ve never drink before?” she asked with a musical tinkling voice.

Since one of the drinking game rules were that there should be no pauses while me and Gimli were at it, I only answered after I downed the ale in my mug.

“Aye, Sara. This is my first,” I answered with a smile as I took another mug of ale and drank again. She beamed at me, her eyes soft and kind, yet there was something about the way she looked at me that was simply alluring, making it hard for me to look away.

Not when she looked like this.

Her soft locks cascaded down her shoulders to her back like golden threads, framing her pretty face perfectly. The beautiful ivory colored dress she wore tonight fitted her form and flattered her curves in the right places. She was such a sight to behold, and I couldn’t help but compare her to the female of my kind.

Ellith usually had the same physical characteristics about them. They were always tall with small limbs, slender and thin, built with flat hips and chest. Don’t get me wrong; they were all pretty. But none of them could compare to Sara.

Sara might not be as tall as most elves, but nothing about her was flat in every sense of the word. She was different. She might be slender, but her hips and chest were wider and her curves more prominent. Her face had slight freckles on it, something that elves never had, making her look even more gorgeous. She was perfect, but the only thing that I missed the most was her bright, emerald green eyes.

Her natural eye color never did return. And as the darkness that surrounded her grew heavier with time, so the color in her eyes seemed to be washed out, leaving her eyes the color of a cool grey instead.

But still, whatever darkness that was within her, whatever color her eyes were–she was and will always be beautiful to me.

Just perfect.

Her skin wasn’t as smooth as an elf’s, though it was much smoother than regular human’s skin. I gazed at her subtly glowing complexion, and a thought occurred to me. How would it feel like if I make her mine completely? I wonder how it would feel like to run my lips on her beautiful skin freely, to explore every inch of her body…

I might never leave the bed.

Realizing the inappropriate thoughts I have about her, I quickly looked away and chided myself inwardly. Heat instantly made its way to my neck and up to my pointy ears, and for a moment I was afraid that she would notice the pink on my ears and suspected the less gentlemanly thought I had of her, but then Gimli farted loudly, making everyone who heard it broke in laughter, distracting her attention from me.