Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Rating: G (but implied slash)
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine
Summary: Legolas and Elrohir enjoy a summer afternoon.
Legolas lay back on the grass, stretching out a hand to brush against the clustering buttercups that grew among the daisies. Sunlight gleamed on the bright petals, yellow answering to yellow. He picked one, twirling the stem between long fingers and sending the flower spinning in a shimmering circle.
He turned with a smile, and held the flower to Elrohir’s face where it reflected in a golden sheen against his skin. “That means you like butter.”
Elrohir nodded his agreement, then leaned forward and took a handful of sun-gold hair, drawing Legolas to him. “But I love you,” he murmured.