
“–You sound like a romantic, will you sing me a song and whisk me away?” She gave voice to dulcet laughter. Her stiff form relaxing as he carried her through the water, her chin resting upon his shoulder, smiling. The war over, and her friend from old returned to home, Tauriels arms slunk around his form as she gripped him close. In conclusion, she loved spending time with him- no matter the reason.“Ai of course!” he sputtered, more water trailing down his face in clear rivulets and if only Elves had gils on their smooth necks, they would dive and continue their banter beneath the surface, yet they were bound to the shore.
He did not want to leave the water yet, comfortable even if his clothes pulled on his form. They were made for heavy outdoor activties after all, he wore no fancy royal garments beneath, only the weathered clothe ready for hunting.
With Tauriel on his back the prince stepped over slippery stones and through waterplants, curling around his leg like the vines around the tall trees. They had chosen a great time for their splish splashing, the river was dipped into orange and red light. The dying sun glistened on the clear surface, leaving, welcoming the moon soon to shine above them.
“I always enjoy watching the sunset with you.” he mumbled, touched by the familiar sight, yet the play of colours was always different. He nuzzled her wet cheek with a smile on his face.
The prince gave a chuckle in return, mildly surprised by her declaration. Not because he was not aware, no, he felt her...
Her hands trailed his jawline, back and forth, over and over again. Memorizing him, too few times were gifted to em to...