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| Sons of Fellowship by Conquistadora | 11 Review(s) |
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| Esamen/Karen | Reviewed Chapter: 29 on 5/14/2004 |
| Legolas approached him from behind though his presence was by no means unknown, boldly running his now clean hands through that soft fall of golden hair, knowing it would soothe them both, much like stroking a cat behind the ears. Legolas’ touch was not the same as his mother’s, though she was foremost in their minds. Now it was only a fond gesture from one kindred Elf to another, a devoted son to his jaded father who was in more need of occasional petting than he would willingly admit. Thranduil did seem to release some unwanted tension beneath his son’s hands; Legolas was the only one he would allow to freely handle his hair, proof enough that the bonds of trust between them had not been irremediably strained by all that had passed in the last few days. Oh, this is beautiful. Touch is so incredible, and so many of us don't feel much touch . . . or many touches. I love to read things like this and to write it into my own stories. It makes everything so real. I loved your line about Gimli's mother, too! Are you beginning a whole new fandom universe here, or do you know her well already? Thanks for such a great story! Can't wait for the next posting! --Esamen Author Reply: Gimli's mama is someone I've grabbed out of the clear blue. It was quite a personality gap to fill, so I hope I do her justice. ;) Hehehe . . . | |