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A laugh, high and sweet, tumbled from the prince’s lips as he pressed closer to the affectionate kisses. Here, wrapped in Neth Aras’ arms upon the throne that the Ellon would one day hold as his own, nothing but contentment thrummed through Legolas’ veins. 

The two of them must look quite the pair, one dark as the night sky and the other glimmering starlight in the flesh. Both adorned with silver circlets on their brows. Twin hearts beating in such different bodies. “Sweet words and sweeter kisses fall from those lips, meleth. One might think that you spoil me with such affections.” The golden prince dipped his head to press a sweet kiss to the other’s lips.

When the sound of hooves on the stones reached his ears, Will walked down the stairs and bowed lightly when the guests came into view. “Greetings, master Elf. I was asked by our King to greet you and welcome you into Dale.”

      How long was it that they revealed mutual feelings for each other ? It surely wasn’t too long ago, it certainly didn’t feel that way. Every thing still remained the same -- almost. It seems every day Balthasar’s chest fluttered at the sight of the other, always itching to be closer to him. Though he really had a craving of dangling his hands through his long hair. 

     The craving settled as he managed to do just that. Rough fingertips provided a soft touch through the other’s hair, tucking in strands that fell out of place. The feeling of the other’s lips against his warm skin cause him to shiver slightly. It was never a place he was used to having been kissed. It was almost a teasing one in the eyes of Balthasar. He wanted nothing more than a kiss to his lips instead. He inhaled and exhaled with every kissed pressed against him. 

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“You remind me of the children of the forest” Frost spoke in a voice calm as death, yet sharper ears could sense clear glisten of wonder “Yet you are not one of them...” the Other tilted his head, long white hair ruffled slightly by gravely wind of Far North “What are you?..”. He was very old, thousands of years old. Yet through those ages of wander or slumber, never once had Frost encountered such a being like the one in front of him. 

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