
When Haldir took Tauriel’s jaw within the tips of his fingers, he handled her like a plaything of thin glass. Were he less anxious, he might have found it amusing to know her both as a warrior molded from steel and a rose, encased in ice.
In the next moment, his lips were ghosting against hers. The act of closing the distance disappeared. Haldir’s eyes opened, then he pulled away, his fingers falling down the contour of her face into his lap.
To overcome with thoughts, panics and fears – He had confessed, she had confessed; where did this lead them? What did this make of them? What did this make of her —
Too lost in her thoughts, she gaped with fear as his fleeting touch removed from her face, his own recoiling almost immediately. Had something gone wrong? “ – Hello,” Her voice a ghost of a whisper; her breathe non existent.
Haldir’s heart beat in his throat. His end of the kiss was tentative–a cat, peering out to rub its cheek before darting...
Tauriel gave a great smile at the sound of such words falling from his sweet lips, reaching out to the one before her...