"Lena.."

He whispers. Brushing another finger through her hair. She's laying there. Next to him. On his bed. In his house. Covered up in his white sheets.

Legolas Is laying between them. The cat has started to like Lena. A lot.

Last night was presumably the best night of his life. Or technically... Early this morning as well.

"Lena, wake up.."

She looks so beautiful. Her hair sprawled out over the pillow. Her eyes closed, her lashes resting on her cheeks. She's laying on her stomach and all he wants is to look at her like this forever.

But it'd be even better if her eyes were open.