It had been about a week or so since Flynn had moved in. A week of almost perfectly sleep-filled nights, of looking at him across the kitchen table and sharing smiles as they went about their daily routines. Even though they hadn’t made love yet, that was oddly fine with Qhuinn, as she was enjoying their sweet intimacy and the slow, natural progression of they relationship. She was starting to let go of her fears, and open herself up to what they may have. Today they had decided to go for a run after breakfast, so Flynn could start helping and training her more. And since that couldn’t happen on an empty stomach, she had whipped up a hearty breakfast of skillet sausage, eggs, potatoes, peppers, and cheese. The scent filled the air, but his scent was even stronger, and she turned the moment he entered the small room. “Hey..hope you’re hungry” Qhuinn smiled softly at Flynn over her shoulder.
Imogen was walking through the woods toward her cabin. She let out a squeak when she heard a noise from behind her. She turned around looking in every direction, trying to figure out where the noise had come from. “Hello?” She called.
Puzzled, Legolas read the letter the servant had given him. Even before he opened it, he knew it was one of Edeneth - the vague smell of a salty air and of the horses of Bree always brought a smile on his face.
When he read the message, his mirth disappeared quickly though. She was asking him to accomodate a friend of hers - a dwarf and a king nonetheless! He was on a journey (apparently, Edeneth didn’t deem it important to provide further information), and she had directed him over the Elven Road through Eryn Lasgalen. Because of the length of the road, she had assured him he could find a bed and hot food under Legolas’ roof, giving him a letter tp hand over to the prince.
The dwarf, Fili, was now waiting outside while Legolas tried to figure out what Edeneth was up to. She knew he didn’t really like the naugrim - but then again, he wouldn’t let his beloved down, nor would he let their hospitality be ashamed.
Folding the letter, he looked up to the servant. “It’s alright. Let him in.”
Another hit. The bowman, fixed on the target in front of him (it was merely a red dot on a tree), reached for his quiver to pull yet another arrow to aim at the already pierced peace of wood. The footsteps behind him really didn’t help him focus, however, and he simply gave up on actually trying that much. Even though he was still in the position to let the arrow shoot forward, he let out a small sigh, not bothering to turn around and face whoever stood behind him. It was night - he’d snuck out to practice, which he was fairly certain the company wouldn’t deem any good, though he thought the exercise important anyway - so the distracting noise behind him only made focusing more of a challenge, leading him to resume his aim again.
Dean saw the stranger throughout the afternoon, camera in one hand, coffee in the other. He watched him walk past the coffee shop several times, snapping away. He didn’t think he was staring, but guessed he had been when the stranger finally turned to frown at him mid-photo. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare at ya’.”
“Fili crawled into his mother’s lap and pressed his face against her. “But I want everyone to play with me too. I’m sorry I don’t look good enough for Uncle, or that I’m not as good as Kili. Please don’t forget me Momma.” He mumbled sadly."