I want the man whose eyes sparkle like emeralds when he talks of his city or turn the soft green of the first leaves in spring when he talks of his brother His fists have slowly unfurled under the slow caress of the ranger's thumbs and now his fingers grip Aragorn's like a lifeline. I love these lines; there's such warmth and gentleness here.
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Date: 2007-04-17 03:13 am (UTC)I want the man whose eyes sparkle like emeralds when he talks of his city or turn the soft green of the first leaves in spring when he talks of his brother
His fists have slowly unfurled under the slow caress of the ranger's thumbs and now his fingers grip Aragorn's like a lifeline.
I love these lines; there's such warmth and gentleness here.