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Legolas knew that you were doing this on purpose.
Bitterness wasn't an emotion that he experienced often and your detachment only worked to fuel his concern.
Just a couple nights ago, you were comfortably laid out in his bed, your arms wrapped around his neck, his around your waist. Legolas had whispered his deepest desires to you in his mother tongue, as he caught the sweetness of your lips between each word. But when he finally mentioned the idea of marriage and bounding yourselves forever. It was impossible for him not to notice the way your body stiffened. You had kissed him again and awkwardly changed the subject.
Maybe he was overthinking this? He didn't completely understand human culture yet, so he could only assume that this separation was the custom.
Legolas kept his expression stone cold as he approached you. His mouth opened to say something, anything. But when his gaze met yours he was dumbstruck. His fingers awkwardly toyed with the stems of the flowers.
The question was at the tip of his tongue.
Why were you avoiding him?
Instead he forced the bouquet into your hands, "these are for you" Legolas offered, his heart felt heavy and he searched your eyes for something.
"Thank you..." You mumbled, your eyes sunk to the flowers in your lap.
Legolas forced a smile and stood awkwardly for a moment before turning on his heel and walking away.
Maybe you truly lost feelings for him.
He wished he could forget about you already.
These last couple of days were rough.
His eyes couldn't help but trail towards you and drink you in every chance they got. And eventually, his draw to you frustrated him enough to finally convince him to confront you.
He needed a plan.
Legolas trusted Aragon. He trusted that his friend would help him find an opening, an opportunity to speak with you.
Aragon was requested to seek you out and lead you away, away from the elves and other guests. He believed that his friend could convince you to see him.
That night, Aragon left to retrieve you. And Legolas stood alone in the dark forest, awaiting your arrival. He allowed his thoughts to cloud his mind in the meanwhile.
(Later that night...)
His heart leapt when he heard your voice, you sounded annoyed. Aragon's voice followed a little bit after, it was a weary grumble.
A couple moments later, Aragon stood in front of him, you trailed closely behind him. Aragon's grip released from your arm. Your rough appearance was enough for Legolas to know that you had put up a fight (That you lost but nevertheless). Aragon exhaled and stepped away from you. Shooting Legolas a small look of encouragement before he left.
This side of the forest was dimmed down, without all of the elven lanterns to light the area, only the moonlight. But even in the dark he could still admire every little detail on your face.
Legolas observed you. The way you still had the nerve to fix your eyes on the floor ignited something in him. His hand shot out to lift your chin, more rough than he intended but he had your attention now.
You grabbed at his hand to pull it away from your face, but his grip tightened. "Why are you avoiding me?" He asked. "I offended you didn't I?"
"No"
Legolas frowned. He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off.
"You still haven't figured it out have you?" You gave up on pulling his hand away from your face. To which he eased his grip.
"No" he spoke sharply, narrowing his eyes at you. "I haven't a clue as to what you've been up to...but that's exactly why I asked Aragorn to bring you, so please. Talk to me"
Warm fingers trailed down your arms to hold your hands, his grasp was firm and sure, as he waited for your response.
"Well..." You started and stumbled over your next words. "Isn't the problem obvious–? I'm human"
Legolas was stunned. A small scoff escaped his lips as he stared at you. "I'm not understanding..."
"Well doesn't that bother you?!" You snapped. "Doesn't it bother you that I won't be here to share every moment with you forever Legolas...?"
You had a point. And it pierced through his heart, but he shook his head, refusing to feed into that misfortune. Instead, he snaked his arms around your waist to pull you closer, and shelter you from the subtle night breeze.
You accepted his hold and slumped against his chest, feeling tired of yourself.
He rested his cheek beside yours and whispered, "You're completely right. It does bother me, but I still intend to spend these mortal moments with you...if that's okay"
The crickets and creatures of the forest momentarily filled your silence, and seconds later you felt his breath move slowly down your cheek and jaw to rest his forehead against your shoulder.
"Can I have time to think it over...?" Your fingers reached up to brush through his long strands of hair.
"Hm, if it is short then, yes"
Your heartbeat seemed to give away your answer, each one thudding louder than the last. And you pressed a small kiss to his hair.