The Man had lagged behind in his thoughts. When he looked up, he found Legolas waiting for him, standing on a large root of a tree. The Elf was truly breathtaking. His green jerkin, silver shirt and dark green leggings fit him perfectly, showcasing his lean athletic body. Silhouetted against the twilight, a halo of golden light surrounded his graceful form. Long soft blond hair flowed gently against the wind, framing the delicate yet male face. Gorgeous azure eyes regarded him with a quizzical expression as Aragorn felt himself drawn towards the Elf with longing and desire rising in his loins. Even as he told himself he must leave the Legolas be, he closed the distance between them with a few long strides until he stood face to face with the object of his desire.