[ Celegorm inhaled the scent of the other elf through barely-parted lips. All of his senses strained forward towards the shorter figure before him. Every move and gesture is slow, as if to let Legolas read and anticipate each in Celegorm's body language before it happens. ]
Sweeps me away, sometimes, like a paper boat set upon the crashing waves.
[ The sentiment rises in him that Legolas understands like a riptide, his skin prickling with a rush of giddy warmth. And he bends toward the lifting hand, his own eyes lowering at last, relieved, impossibly relieved. The fingertips which had been plucking at Legolas' tunic hook over the leather of his belt, tugging him the last small distance until they are pressed chest-to-chest, and he can nuzzle against the wrist of the hand stroking him as if he is a great cat. ]
You know why. You know why without thinking, without asking. You feel it in your bones; perhaps you've felt it all the while.
It's because you know me. Somewhere in that golden heart, you don't need to struggle to understand me.
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Sweeps me away, sometimes, like a paper boat set upon the crashing waves.
[ The sentiment rises in him that Legolas understands like a riptide, his skin prickling with a rush of giddy warmth. And he bends toward the lifting hand, his own eyes lowering at last, relieved, impossibly relieved. The fingertips which had been plucking at Legolas' tunic hook over the leather of his belt, tugging him the last small distance until they are pressed chest-to-chest, and he can nuzzle against the wrist of the hand stroking him as if he is a great cat. ]
You know why. You know why without thinking, without asking. You feel it in your bones; perhaps you've felt it all the while.
It's because you know me. Somewhere in that golden heart, you don't need to struggle to understand me.