wardenofthewood: He laid a hand over hers against his cheek, pressing it closer to him. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Tauriel smelled wild, much like the forest she called her home, and he knew now that he would never again smell cinnamon without thinking of her. "As you wish," he murmured in response, pressing his lips against the fading pulse in her wrist. (2/?)

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