#seraphicae

|||Nonverbal Starters||| Still Accepting

       It would be their last spring. Before the summer came to take her away. To take the sunshine from her raven hair flowing in the wind away from him. He would ache for the moments of starlight in her eyes. Her Iris alone held the universe for him.

       His hand lifted so carefully to her face. Digits that were callus with work and strife smoothed across her cheek lightly. In reverence his fingers moved over his skin like touching silk. “If only I could be gifted the time to count the stars in your eyes.” He confessed to her just above a whisper. Their time together had been too short already only to be taken away again. 

       To call her beautiful would have been an insult. Rivendell must have needed its time away from her, because it paled in comparison to her radiance. Just moments had passed between them but it always felt like he could get lost here with her. It was his deepest desire. 

       His fingers moved back further to slide into her hair. A few strands were idly admired and then gently tucked behind her ear. 

@seraphicae​ sent: "you are not your father," - a COMPLIMENT from tau to lego😕 I love that this had to be defined as "A Compliment," lol! 

         Despite clearly hearing Tauriel's approach of the armory, Legolas doesn't immediately look up from where he's applying oil to the curving blade-edges of his Sindar dual knives. Silent and scowling, the Prince works a scrap of cloth over the metal in quick, violent strokes, his grip on the knife's haft so tight that it blanches his knuckles white. For all that Tauriel says he is not his father, the Greenleaf certainly bears an inheritance of the King's volatile temper, for good or ill.

         Finishing with the side of one blade, Legolas lifts the knife and twists his wrist in a quick imitation of a moulinet, cutting a clean arc through the air before setting the weapon down with perhaps too much force. He finally lifts pale eyes to the younger elf, his gaze unable to hold hers for long before skittering away.

          "....If I am not him, then what am I, Tauriel?" Legolas replies, his tone biting with an ire turned inward. "... the would-be Prince of Mirkwood? A weak imitation of Sindar Royalty, too ineffective to hold back the encroaching hordes from Dol Guldur?"

As Bilbo quickly learned, being the only one of the Company not locked in a cell in the Elvenking’s dungeon was a rather lonely affair. Miserable, actually; at least were he in a cell he’d have regular meals and a place to put his head, instead of constantly tense and alert, wary of being discovered. He’d also found that staying too long in that twilight world of invisibility that his magic Ring took him to was… well, exhausting. He felt as if he were being stretched thin, becoming more and more threadbare the longer he stayed.

One of his favorite places to rest was a balcony overlooking the Forest River. It was just off a lesser-used corridor, abandoned enough that Bilbo felt safe to take his Ring off for a few moments each day and simply breathe. So, here he was, sullenly chewing the stale bread he’d filched from the kitchens.

                   “you were supposed to leave.” 

                        {  -  A smirk. Did she truly think a dwarf would listen? To an Elf none the less. They are the most stubborn hard headed race in middle earth least they take orders from those, taller, than them. The red headed she-elf had interrupted their journey and unfortunately caught the eye of his younger half. Kili was a love struck puppy dog that would follow her till the ends of time if she let him. There however, was no place for that here. Their first and only goal was to get to the lonely mountain and reclaim their home. If obstacles made themselves known, well they would simply go through them.

                             Unfortunately at this point, that’s how Fili saw Tauriel. An obstacle. Having worked his whole life for this trip. He wasn’t about to let this elf get in the way,  “  and that is your fault for thinking us to listen.  “

     “      I  STILL  DON’T  THINK  YOU  SHOULD  BE  HERE,      i  know  you  said  the  kids  are  all  good  but      .      .      .      i’ve  just  got  a  bad  feeling  about  those  tunnels,      ”      heath  admitted,  trying  not  to  sound  like  he  was  telling  her  what  to  do  because  she  just  proved  to  erik,  zo  hates  it  when  people  tell  her  what  to  do.      maybe  it  was  because  they  had  nearly  died  in  those  tunnels,  maybe  it  was  because  didn’t  quite  trust  that  the  kids  who  tried  to  eat  him  were  suddenly  all  good.      they  may  not  be  imprinted  anymore  but  he  still  didn’t  want  anything  to  happen  to  zoey,      “      if  you  can’t  be  at  your  school,  can’t  you  got  somewhere  else?      anywhere  else?      these  tunnels  just  aren’t  safe,      ”