Chapter 1 - first meeting

Aigon casually strolled through the city of Mirkwood, close to the Elvenking's halls. He got to the edge of a river, just near a small cliff overlooking it.

Suddenly, a pale flash was about to rush past him. On instinct drilled into him through exactly 3000 years of training (today was his birthday) he stuck out his arm. The Elf that was about to topple off the cliff was stopped at the very last moment, and snapped back into reality.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was chasing this funny little bird."

"Oi mate watch where you're going next time the- Oh my god prince Legolas I'm sorry!"

Aigon bowed and quickly retracted his hand.

"It is quite alright, mellon nín. I was not watching where I was heading. I must thank you for saving me."

Aigon shrugged and smiled. The prince waited a bit, unsure of what to do or say. It was awkward for a while.

"I believe I have not caught your name yet, my saviour."

"Ha- Eh, my name's Aigon. Son of Aengor."

"But I have heard your name. We share the same day of birth, do we not?"

Aigon thought for a bit, and then confirmed this statement. They had indeed been born on the same day, though this was not known to many. Legolas' birthday parties were mostly celebrated a few weeks after, so most people got the date wrong.

"Happy birthday, caun nín."

"And to you too. Please do call me Legolas, we are of the same age after all."

Aigon laughed.

"But not nearly of the same ranking, Legolas. So tell me, your more formal duties should begin today, should they not?"

"Yes, they did this morning. I'm on my lunch break right now actually, and I took the chance to get some air. It's quite tiring. Now I do regret my decision though, as this all has made me quite hungry."

"You should get something to eat then. And if you are hungry later bring a snack. Energy is important for a job like that, after all."

After the two males finished their friendly chat, they parted ways with good impressions of each other.

As soon as Aigon got to somewhere more private, he sat down.

'He noticed me. He talked to me. Oh my god.'

Worried that someone would pick up his thoughts, he put his hands to his forehead.

It was not easy having a gay crush on the prince of Mirkwood.