thewolffenrir:

His mind struggled to function properly as his eyes wandered over her form, lingering on the way her freed hair spilled about her like some tangible fire. It didn’t even matter that she was still clothed properly — it was the strange aspect of comfort, of being without armor and literally letting one’s hair down that made it all the more intimate. 

His hands followed hers, fingers laced and legs eventually following the momentum further forwards. This wasn’t real. She was so ridiculously beautiful. And looking at him like that —

Fenrir swallowed, fearing mixed signals. “I thought you said something about,” he voice was husky, unintentionally so, as he moved as close as the bed would allow. “About being married to war, or something.”

She began to feel the burn, those butterflies that filled the stomach and clouded the mind. Tauriel enjoyed how small her hands were in his; calloused and strong. She almost gave a pull forward so that his form came on top of hers, but she shot him a dry look- breaking the mood.

Fenrir– really. Was he rejecting her? No. He couldn’t be, she didn’t even put the charms on him yet, the batting lashes, the feather like strokes and breathless words.

Leaning backward to lay down, she pulled his hands with her, guiding him to lay upon her. Tauriels voice breathless and soft. “I think you thought wrong.”
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