Between two fires. Part 5
"Is it possible that the king's accusations are in vain?" - Tauriel thought. If Legolas loves her... then only as a brother? This assumption made Legolas both quiet and hard. Meanwhile, the prince stroked her hair, came down with his palm on his forearm, touched his wrist and slid his fingers through his open palm. Tender, fleeting. As only he could. Not wanting to think about anything else, Tauriel closed her eyes by sticking her hand behind his back, clinging to her waist and clasping tighter. "Don't give him hope...