[ Each motion, there is plenty of time given for Legolas to pull away and flee if the direction it's all heading displeases him. Instead, he twitches when they press together, shudders at the contact with memory of another time and place, another circumstance so different from this now. Then it was wrath and hatred, flames of them bringing forth great agony and suffering. Now there's tenderness and great care, so great that Legolas feels almost a wounded, wild animal lured into the welcoming arms of its saviour.
And yet it's that saviour is who seeks salvation now. ]
I let it take me, at times, and I seek it at others.
[ He combs fingers through Celegorm's hair, both hands now wound into the long locks, fingers on one side nudging against the pointed tip of an ear. He inhales a trembling breath, neither denying nor confirming Celegorm's words out loud.
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And yet it's that saviour is who seeks salvation now. ]
I let it take me, at times, and I seek it at others.
[ He combs fingers through Celegorm's hair, both hands now wound into the long locks, fingers on one side nudging against the pointed tip of an ear. He inhales a trembling breath, neither denying nor confirming Celegorm's words out loud.
They both of them know them to be true. ]
No matter that I am without the light?