[ The fingers in his hair, carding through it with such care, send chills up his spine, make his breath catch, and keen eyes would see him tremble while he leaned into each motion, his body, usually so elegantly fluid, going slowly slack into such intimacies. The shivers are more pronounced when warm skin brushes the points of his ears.
He feels barely able to pay attention to Legolas' pragmatic questions. His words are a soft rush, like a swift stream tumbling over smooth stones. ]
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He feels barely able to pay attention to Legolas' pragmatic questions. His words are a soft rush, like a swift stream tumbling over smooth stones. ]
But your eyes are full of light, Legolas.