14. In Love
He was in love.
In all his long life, never had blue eyes caught him up in their depths and made him long to remain submerged and captive. Eyebrows arched like an arrow's flight toward the smooth brow. Skin softer than song lay warm beneath his touch. A blush of the freshest spring rose colored the cheek above bud-like lips that seemed continually pursed.
Hair as dark as night and as soft as silk made a stark statement against the white silk against which it was pressed.
"She's beautiful!" Legolas sighed as Aragorn laid his newborn daughter in his arms.
In all his long life, never had blue eyes caught him up in their depths and made him long to remain submerged and captive. Eyebrows arched like an arrow's flight toward the smooth brow. Skin softer than song lay warm beneath his touch. A blush of the freshest spring rose colored the cheek above bud-like lips that seemed continually pursed.
Hair as dark as night and as soft as silk made a stark statement against the white silk against which it was pressed.
"She's beautiful!" Legolas sighed as Aragorn laid his newborn daughter in his arms.
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