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salixbabylonTitle: Flirting with Immortals
Pairing: Eomer/Legolas
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All owned by JRR Tolkien. I just make them naughty.
Summary: One night around the campfire... As requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imogenelovelace.
Flirting with Immortals
Lovely, Eomer thought. But how do I flirt with a being ten times my age? Do Elves even fuck? Or are they above all these base, animal urges? He summoned up his courage, deciding to finally make a move, and drained his ale for good luck.
Legolas seemed pleased enough when Eomer joined him by the fire, although his nose twitched a bit, causing Eomer to wonder if he smelled a little too much of horse. He sat down on the same log anyway, and offered his friend some of the wine he'd noticed Legolas drinking at Meduseld.
"Beautiful night," he said, gaze fixed on his companion rather than the dazzling stars above.
Legolas' nose twitched again. "Indeed. It is a night filled with many bright spots, both here on earth and in the sky above."
Eomer tried not to let his puzzlement show, and forged ahead, feeling rather more like an uncertain lad than a man nearing thirty summers. "The stars are handsome, but I find myself more captivated by the beauties I can touch," he said, boldly sliding one hand onto Legolas' knee.
This time Legolas' nostrils flared and he seemed to be struggling to control himself.
Do I reek that strongly? Eomer wondered, wishing he'd had the option of bathing more thoroughly than just with a wet rag applied to his more pungent areas. His inner sigh was one of disappointed frustration, as he relinquished flirting for a more straightforward approach.
"Does my odor offend?" he asked, in as neutral a voice as possible.
Legolas' lips twitched and finally broke into a smile. "The odor of Men is something to which I have become accustomed," was the neutral and uninformative answer. "It is true that I smell both the dust of the road and the sweat of the horse upon you, as well as your own fresh scent. But you do not offend in any way."
The sparkle in his eyes made Eomer's blood quicken throughout his body.
Legolas sipped his wine a moment, then turned and laid his hand atop Eomer's on his thigh, with what had to be one of the naughtiest grins Eomer had ever seen. He shifted both their hands further up and in, until Eomer felt the proof of the Elf's interest in his palm.
"Then again, I have always liked horses," Legolas murmured, twisting around to catch Eomer's lips with his own.
~end~
Pairing: Eomer/Legolas
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All owned by JRR Tolkien. I just make them naughty.
Summary: One night around the campfire... As requested by
imogenelovelace.Lovely, Eomer thought. But how do I flirt with a being ten times my age? Do Elves even fuck? Or are they above all these base, animal urges? He summoned up his courage, deciding to finally make a move, and drained his ale for good luck.
Legolas seemed pleased enough when Eomer joined him by the fire, although his nose twitched a bit, causing Eomer to wonder if he smelled a little too much of horse. He sat down on the same log anyway, and offered his friend some of the wine he'd noticed Legolas drinking at Meduseld.
"Beautiful night," he said, gaze fixed on his companion rather than the dazzling stars above.
Legolas' nose twitched again. "Indeed. It is a night filled with many bright spots, both here on earth and in the sky above."
Eomer tried not to let his puzzlement show, and forged ahead, feeling rather more like an uncertain lad than a man nearing thirty summers. "The stars are handsome, but I find myself more captivated by the beauties I can touch," he said, boldly sliding one hand onto Legolas' knee.
This time Legolas' nostrils flared and he seemed to be struggling to control himself.
Do I reek that strongly? Eomer wondered, wishing he'd had the option of bathing more thoroughly than just with a wet rag applied to his more pungent areas. His inner sigh was one of disappointed frustration, as he relinquished flirting for a more straightforward approach.
"Does my odor offend?" he asked, in as neutral a voice as possible.
Legolas' lips twitched and finally broke into a smile. "The odor of Men is something to which I have become accustomed," was the neutral and uninformative answer. "It is true that I smell both the dust of the road and the sweat of the horse upon you, as well as your own fresh scent. But you do not offend in any way."
The sparkle in his eyes made Eomer's blood quicken throughout his body.
Legolas sipped his wine a moment, then turned and laid his hand atop Eomer's on his thigh, with what had to be one of the naughtiest grins Eomer had ever seen. He shifted both their hands further up and in, until Eomer felt the proof of the Elf's interest in his palm.
"Then again, I have always liked horses," Legolas murmured, twisting around to catch Eomer's lips with his own.
