[ that is all? legolas had been an easy child, perhaps sensing the depression and pain that had rolled off thranduil in waves at the death of his wife, but this is hardly 'ada may I have a knife please please please' of legolas' worst (sweetest) moments.
he sets his silverware neatly to the side, pushes his chair back to the table, and comes to adalia. she's smaller than he is (nearly all of them are) and so it's easy for him to embrace her- properly, she's an elf, the forehead-to-forehead touch, and then his hands on her shoulders, drawing up to his full height to pull her in and keep her there.
she isn't legolas. he doesn't expect squirming from her after being made to stand still for more than a count of seconds. nor is she gwen, to push for more, but those two are the extend of his experience of physical affection in the last months.
she's herself and her own. she can decide when she's had enough. ]
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he sets his silverware neatly to the side, pushes his chair back to the table, and comes to adalia. she's smaller than he is (nearly all of them are) and so it's easy for him to embrace her- properly, she's an elf, the forehead-to-forehead touch, and then his hands on her shoulders, drawing up to his full height to pull her in and keep her there.
she isn't legolas. he doesn't expect squirming from her after being made to stand still for more than a count of seconds. nor is she gwen, to push for more, but those two are the extend of his experience of physical affection in the last months.
she's herself and her own. she can decide when she's had enough. ]