A Legolas and Thranduil pairing fanfic: They are like two people lingering in the depths of a long night, one waiting and the other yet to return. A door separates their worlds. One has extinguished every hope and turned out every light, yet guards a heart that refuses to go dark, waiting for the person outside the door until dawn. The other has long since returned, or perhaps never left at all, yet keeps wandering outside the door, raising a hand to knock time and again, only to fear waking the dreamer within. It isn't that they don't love each other. It's that they love too deeply. Neither of them is young anymore, so they offer their love with care and caution.
"Let's wait until dawn. Let's just wait until dawn. If he still hasn't come, I..."
"Let's wait until dawn. Let's just wait until dawn. I'll knock when dawn comes. If he doesn't open the door, I..."
They both linger in the depths of the long night, waiting for a faint glimmer of dawn. They just keep waiting: one hesitates to leave, the other hesitates to step forward. It seems considerate, but in truth, it hurts the most.
Though neither of them finishes saying, "If he doesn't come (open the door), I... I'll still keep waiting." Because who else could there be, besides him?
We are already the only ones for each other.
Long night stay 2 It is said that "love never begins, it goes deep." To be honest, Legolas himself didn't know when this sweet relationship changed. He had been extremely happy when he saw his father when he was a child, and when he wanted more and wanted to leave. He came a little closer, a little closer... So, in many panicked late nights, he woke up from the charming but cruel dream, only to find that the sweet memories he tasted at night, which he regarded as treasures, were actually mixed with more bitterness—— The man's smile in his memory was just his deep love for his child, "I would rather you be indifferent, father." Legolas held himself in his arms for many such long nights with a bitter smile, "It would be better for you to love me only as a father and son." Perhaps it was because he was young and had not yet experienced separation, or perhaps because the edges of Thranduil's back under the amber lamp were too soft at that time. On the night before the coming-of-age ceremony, Thranduil was explaining something to Legolas, but Legolas couldn't help but become distracted. What kind of person is that! The blue sky light rubbed into his eyes, and the sharp lip line was slightly raised at this moment. His side face was so lethal that Legolas actually slowly stretched out his hand to him. Ever since Legolas had his own palace under the name of "Free Elf" many years ago, joined the escort, and never left behind on patrols, they had rarely been physically close to each other. One day, Legolas lowered his head to cover his eyes and bowed slightly: "My lord."... So now, Thranduil was completely stunned. He rarely lost his composure, but at this moment, he was at a loss. His heart was beating fast and powerfully, and even hurt slightly. Wait, who can explain this child's strange eyes?! In fact, Legolas no longer knew what he was doing. When he came to his senses, his fingers had been gently placed on Thranduil's face, and the cold and smooth touch was like silk. While he was distracted, Thranduil had recovered from his daze. Now he only felt a cold fire burning in his heart. He squinted his eyes slightly: "Legolas, so you didn't listen to what I just said, right? What gave you the illusion that I won't punish you on the eve of the coming-of-age ceremony? Can you give a reasonable explanation for your behavior just now? Being frivolous about your father?" Withdrawing his hand as if he was electrocuted, Legolas opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say a word. He couldn't answer any of Thranduil's questions, especially the last one. He couldn't say: "Oh yes, although it is a bit abrupt, you are so beautiful." ——He doesn't want to return to the Temple of Mandos yet. It was eerily quiet for a moment, and the light of the amber lamp swayed and made a sound. "I don't know what you are thinking at all now," his tone rarely showed some emotion, a little frustrated, a little lonely, Legolas didn't have time to feel sorry for it - "Maybe you should reflect on it, but after all, you are old." Excuse me? What age? Legolas looked at Thranduil doubtfully, but found that Thranduil was standing with his backlight, so the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. He was tall, and the dim light of the amber lamp behind him could not escape his back. Legolas couldn't see anything clearly, and his world was like a dark room with all the firelight blown out. "Perhaps your overflowing love should be solved at the coming-of-age ceremony. It is necessary to find someone for you..." "I don't want it!!" Thranduil frowned. Before he could scold him for his rudeness, he found that Legolas had turned around and left quickly. What could be more hopeless than being rejected before your love is even spoken? This love has not yet taken shape, and now it is just a vague hope in the heart of a secret admirer. Moreover, this love is also mixed with rebellion and passion. Legolas heard himself saying, "It's time to take action, Legolas. Maybe you are the only one who knows that this is not a child's joke." Thranduil in the palace did not know yet, and his heart was very complicated. He was angry at the child's rudeness and frivolity, and was helpless because he understood the child less and less. Perhaps there was something else - He didn't know what he was expecting the moment Legolas reached out his hand, and he didn't know what he was irritated about now. It couldn't be because Legolas wanted a wife anyway.