Elvish: Favourite Flowers
Emphasis: Favourite Flowers
Talking: „Favourite Flowers"
Thinking: *Favourite Flowers"
Flashback: ꧁Favourite Flowers꧂

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Legolas ran over the small hill. His hands touching the grass, his thoughts there, where no one could expect.
Sitting down, he let his hand run over the soft and flexible texture of the grass. But even though it was so soft, he somehow still got a cut.
He looked at the cut.
It burned slightly and brought a bit of red colour to his pale skin.
How could a so soft and flexible thing like this still cut an elvens skin? He stared silently at the blade of grass.
A little bit of blood was smeared over it.
His attention drifted back to his thoughts.
To a man, so soft and lovingly, so nice and sweet.

Yet he still cut right through Legolas heart.
Like the blade of grass did with his Hand.

And there was this man.
Running towards him. Not conscious of the cut he was responsible for.
Since Legolas' attention was somewhere else, he didnt notice when this certain man stood infront of him, looking a bit concerned at his hand.
He knelt down and softly took the hand, letting his gaze run over the fresh and thin cut.

The man's eyes moved up to the other one's, seeing a small layer of tears covering the once shiny blue beautiful eyes.

„you're not going to cry because of a cut now wouldn't you Legolas?" Legolas snapped back to reality. The cold of the real world hitting him like an Orks fist right in the abdomen. „No Aragorn, you're right. I wouldn't"

Legolas stood up and started walking. Aragorn following. „I miss my homeland.." *I miss you* „and Arwen, i wish i could see her again" *I miss you* „i wish i could touch her, feel her in my arms again" *I wish i could touch you. Feel you in my arms Aragorn..*
As Aragorn continued talking about things he missed or liked, Legolas just listened quietly and sometimes noddes slightly.

„What do you miss Legolas? You're so quiet." There was nothing Legolas really missed.
He didn't miss feeling his fathers cold glance on his skin.
He didn't miss walking through the woods, feeling free as a flower. But a flower that was planted just to make the garden look better. A flower, that lost of its blossoms day after day. A flower, that was slowly dying.

He shrugged. „I don't really have anything in mind that I  miss." „come on there has to be something now right?"
Legolas searched for an answer, just to satisfy Aragorn, yet nothing came to his mind. He had to say something..if he wouldn't, Aragorn would never stop asking.
„I miss the flowers"
He looked at Aragorn, hoping to see a satisfied face.
„Wich is your favourite?"  that was an easy question yet it still brought Legolas to think.

There were so much beautiful flowers..but one really always catched his eyes. „Peonies. Especially when they are white greyish"
he said, thinking about the beauty of the Peony, always fascinating him.
The grey colour kind of reminded him of Aragorns eyes. His silver beautiful eyes, shining like the brightest moon in the darkest night, shining Legolas' way when the elven prince couldn't see properly.

Legolas admired Aragorns eyes. He loved them and always caught himself staring at them.
Fortunately, Aragorn didn't notice most of the time.
He didn't notice anything when it had something to do with Legolas.
He didn't notice the hurting looks that were plastered on the prince's face when he talked about Arwen.
He didn't notice how Legolas cared for him, how he would sacrafice himself in every situation just for Aragorn to not get hurt.
How Legolas would always blush a little when his name escaped Aragorns sometimes dry lips.
He never noticed how Legolas slowly fell in love with him on their journey..

„I like Peonies too, but the Chicory is the flower I like the most. They have the colour of Arwens eyes. Beautiful as the blue sky"

Oh.

Legolas forced a smile on his face and looked away. He remembered how he had shown Aragorn the flower. How both of them were walking through a garden of Rivendell again, Legolas teaching Aragorn about each flower.

—꧁꧂—
„And this is the Chicory Aragorn. It's root decreases swelling. Remember that"
„You know better than everyone else here that i won't remember it Legolas"
Aragorn laughed. Legolas grinned and rolled his eyes.
„Well..what does it remind you of?"
he sat down next to the flowers side and let his gaze fly over it.
„Hmm.."
Aragorn sat down besides him, eying the flower too.
„It's blue"
„yes i can see that"
Aragorn rolled his eyes and kept looking at it.

„It reminds me of your eyes Legolas. They are blue too. Shining like the Ocean, deep and dangerous, yet beautiful and full of live."
—꧁꧂—

Legolas stared at the ground, wondering if Aragorn and Arwen ever had the same kind of conversation.
He felt jealousy build up in him, spreading like a virus. He quickly swallowed it down. He had no right to be jealous. He should support his friend, wish him the best of luck and a happy life with the beautiful women who he gave his heart to.

Aragorn risked a look at Legolas. The elven prince looked really hurt.
„Is the grass cut really hurting this bad?" Legolas nodded.
„Yes. It burns"
Aragorn knew that that was a lie. He knew Legolas better than anyone else. Of course he did, they were best friends.
„Legolas."
Legolas shuddered at Aragorns voice saying his name like that.
Dominant and strict.
It triggered something deep inside of him. Something, he was unsure of if he wanted it to get triggered.
He pressed his lips together, not daring to say anything that would expose him.
Then Aragorn did something unexpected.

He grabbed Legolas' arm, pulling him close to himself. Since he was a bit bigger then Legolas, the prince just kept staring through him like Aragorn wasn't even there. „Look at me." It took everything in Legolas to not look at him.
To just continue staring and hoping for Aragorn to give up.
Then he felt to fingers on his chin, forcing him to face the bigger one.

Silver grey met ocean blue, crashing together leading to an explosion of feelings.

Both men were quiet for a few seconds. For Aragorn it felt like that too, but for Legolas it was totally different.
It felt like minutes, hours, years even decades! He just wished to disappear into the ground. Never coming back up again and just living there like a poor worm that will maybe get crashed by a fat dwarf one day.

Aragorns gaze pierced through him, looking deep into him.
Legolas felt completely exposed and unprotected. It felt like Aragorns silver eyes enveloped him like cold metal.
„Legolas. Please tell me whats wrong. You've been acting different for a while now and I don't like it. I just want to help you.."
„It's nothing. The cut is just burning really bad" Aragorn shook his head.
„Legolas-„
„Please let me go Aragorn"
Aragorn saw tears forming in his friends eyes. He quickly detached from him and had a worried expression plastered on his face.
„I am deeply sorry Legolas i- didn't mean to make you cry i just- i didn't-„
Legolas turned away, forcing his tears back once again.
That was really embarrassing.
„I think i just have something in my eye"
Aragorn shook his head.

„you can't just keep lying to me about everything, maybe i won't believe you anymore when you are serious."

Legolas just nodded and started walking back to
the camp again, where gimli waited for them.
„What took you so long? I really had to control me to not eat your food!"
he welcomed them. Legolas put on a smile.
„you can eat my food. I am not hungry"
Gimli quickly thanked him and absolutely destroyed the meal that was meant for Legolas.
Aragorn had layed his eyes on Legolas, watching every move he made.
The elv felt uncomfortable and avoided the dunedains gaze.
He kept getting more and more nervous until he couldn't take it anymore.
He stood up and walked a few meters away, taking quick breaths.
He put his hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly.
„Legolas"
he heard the voice he would recognize everwhere in middle earth.
Legolas felt Aragorns hand on his shoulder.
„Tell me my friend, what is bothering you? Are you sensing something?"
Legolas thought of something that would sound real, not like a lie.
Something that Aragorn would expect from Legolas.
But he couldn't think of anything.
His attention was drawn to Aragorns Hand on his shoulder.
It made him feel weird, not in a bad way though.
But with that, Legolas couldn't think straight.
„I miss the flowers"
He just said,
hearing a small sigh behind him.
„If it really bothers you that much, we can go look for it tomorrow okay? Maybe you'll feel better then?"
No.
Legolas wouldn't.
Because even those flowers gave Legolas the feeling like Aragorn had his eyes on him.
He just couldn't get him out of his mind.
„No..it's not that important."
„yes it is. It's important because you are the one who is getting bothered by it. You are important Legolas."
Aragorn had a soft smile on his lips, making Legolas smile a bit too.
„Thank you Aragorn, maybe if you see a Peony, you can tell me. But we don't need to search for one"
Aragorn nodded, put his hand away and left.

The cold wind hitting the area, wich just was warmed by his body temperature, felt like small little stings. Legolas ignored this feeling and followed Aragorn back to the camp.

The night was just pure staring into the nightstky for the prince.
He shifted atleast a thousand times, thinking of Aragorns eyes meeting his.
Legolas sighed silently and cursed himself out for not falling asleep, knowing that they will need much energy for the next day.