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YOI Fantasy Week - Day Two

AN: Okay, this turned out even later than the day one prompt. Apologies for that, @yoifantasyweek! Apparently today’s prompt did not want to be written. *winces* That said, here we go, day two. Filling the prompts Elves and Happiness.

Premise: Mild crossover with LotR, but don’t expect it to hold up to canon, since I didn’t attempt to stick to Tolkien geography and languages. Though I did borrow certain aspects of the canon, as will become obvious. Elf!Victor, Hobbit!Yuuri. Er, love at first sight? Of a sort? Affection and weird longing at first sight, let’s go with that. *laughs wryly*

Fantasy Week Promptfills: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Yuuri wasn’t quite sure what to expect when the deer he’d been stalking darted away, spooked off by a sound, but it hadn’t been the tall fellow in a hooded cloak who appeared on the other side of the clearing from him.

There was a long, still moment in which they continued to stare at each other, blank faced. When the fellow tilted his head forward ever so slightly, Yuuri could see strands of moonlight pale hair slip forward, out of the shadows of the cloak. When he straightened, the half light of the morning sun penetrated the shadows covering his face enough that Yuuri was able to make out an aquiline nose, a sharply cut jaw, fair features that looked altogether too lovely to be of the race of men.

Coupled with the color of the cloak, and the smoothness of the weave…

Yuuri swallowed, and nodded back, immediately withdrawing the arrow that he’d shifted to point at the cloaked figure when he’d first appeared. By the time he’d straightened to his feet and put the arrow away in the quiver hanging from his belt, and unstrung his bow, the fellow had drawn closer, something in his air seeming curious.

“Yes?” Yuuri asked cautiously, once it was obvious that the other being would not be speaking up on his own. Nor would he let Yuuri leave, from the look of it.

It got him a sharp intake of breath; clearly Yuuri hadn’t been expected to speak up. Then, before Yuuri knew what to say, or possibly quip because his brain worked in strange ways when he was unnerved enough, the fellow was pulling down his hood, allowing the light from the sun to fall over his face.

Yuuri felt any words that might have been waiting to burst forth from his chest die away, the beauty of the being’s features robbing him of speech.

For his part, the elf – and he had to be an elf, the ears gave him away – carelessly straightened out his moonlight pale hair, and looked down at Yuuri with a strangely inquisitive gaze.

“We aren’t anywhere near a hobbit settlement, halfling. Is there a reason you’re journeying abroad on your own?”

Yuuri stared up at him, distinctly incredulous, even in the sight of that pretty face. The dissonance in his head was caught between awe and bemusement, enough so to overcome even his usual anxiety when it came to meeting someone new, especially someone as singular as the being before him.

“I… was hunting?” he responded, tone a little dry.

Seeing as the elf spooked the deer Yuuri had been tracking for roughly three days now, you’d think he’d be a little more apologetic about it. The townspeople had always said that elves were lost in their own heads, but he’d never expected to have it confirmed in person. The elf actually seemed surprised at the words too.

“Truly?

“Yes. And I nearly had it, too.” Yuuri sighed heavily, gently running his fingers over the fletching of the arrows in his quiver. Well, you won some, you lost some. Yuuri would just have to grit his teeth and get back to it, if he wanted to take anything back with him.

“Oh no! That cannot do!”

The tone the words were delivered in were pained enough that Yuuri actually started in place, eyes darting back to the elf, who now looking terribly upset. The expression was nearly enough by itself to make Yuuri feel better – an elf was apologizing to him! About something he could have bungled all on his own! How… weird. And weirdly wonderful, since nearly anyone who’d mentioned elves to him also mentioned that they were massive assholes with sticks up their asses. Which really hadn’t been the most pleasant of mental images to have been left with.

This elf in particular looked earnest enough that Yuuri was willing to give him a chance. So he smiled softly, and shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. Honestly, I might have missed, or the deer might have moved just as my arrow left the bow. And anyway, it’s not like you could have known I was hunting here, right? It’s on me that I wasn’t skilled enough to make up for your appearance.”

He got a suspicious stare, the elf clearly unwilling to take him at his word. The expression seemed so incongruous on the being’s face that Yuuri couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted out of him. The giggle erupted into full-blown laughter when the elf continued to stare at him, flabbergasted.

“Oh, oh. Really, its fine, you don’t have to worry yourself-” Yuuri said finally when he came back to himself, lifting a hand to brush away the tears that had appeared in his eyes. He broke off midway through, because the elf abruptly stepped forward to curl the fingers of one hand around Yuuri’s shoulder.

“Break your fast with me. Please. It’s the least I could offer, hunter, before you needs must leave to hunt again.”

…that earnestness was a lot more compelling from up close. Especially so when one had to crane one’s neck so far to see it. Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat.

The elf’s eyes were so blue. It was like looking up into a sliver of the sky caught in ice.

“Yes,” he found himself whispering, without any real choice on his part. How could he say no to that face?

It had to be said. Elf bread was wonderful, filling and somehow tasted amazing and bland all at once. Yuuri wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to react to it. The elf had plenty of other options to eat, fresh fruit for one, but all of it was traveler’s fare and not one bit of meat to be found. Sure, he remembered that elves didn’t eat meat, but it was all the stranger to be presented with the reality of that at meal time.

Yuuri just buckled down and tried to finish the meal he’d been graciously offered. Because for all that the moonlight haired elf seemed rather sweet, and very kind, his companions weren’t anywhere near as congenial about Yuuri’s presence.

Case in point: the little blond one with his hair pulled back in dizzyingly complicated braids was still scowling at him.

“I don’t see why we should have to pander to this- this halfling’s presence!” he burst out suddenly, making everyone jerk in place, Yuuri for his part almost dropping the bread, which would have been a damn shame.

“Yura-” Yuuri’s elf hissed, a tight smile in place as he segued into that fast, musical speech he’d used earlier, when they had returned to the elven camp. It wasn’t too far away from where Yuuri had been hunting, which explained how they’d stumbled upon each other at all.

The little one just looked sullen now, chewing on his bread with a scowl. It almost made Yuuri want to laugh at him. The quiet ranger that had been traveling with the elves certainly wasn’t holding back the small smile on his face, though he took the pains to hide the faint curl of his lips whenever the little one glanced around at him.

“Don’t mind Yuri, he’s been irritable for the last few days. We’re all glad to have you here.” The elf said after a long moment, settling down at Yuuri’s side again. The words made him glance up in surprise.

“Yuri? His name is Yuri?” Yuuri asked incredulously. It gets him a bemused look from his elf, and a dirty look from the little one, Yuri. The other elves at the camp simply met the words with more dismissal – which was how they’d been treating Yuuri since his elf had brought him back to the camp.

“Yes, is there something odd about that?”

The words drew another involuntary laugh from Yuuri. How was he supposed to react to these facial expressions, really. The poor elf just looked more confused at his reaction, his head tilting to the side enough that his long and lovely hair slipped down over his shoulder. For all that it was tightly bound in place at strategic points to keep it off of his face, the majority of it was long and loose, much longer than anyone else’s in the camp, except maybe for the one female elf Yuuri had seen.

It was also very distracting to look at. Yuuri was probably biased, especially since this was the first elf he’d met, but really, he didn’t think anyone else in the camp could compare to his elf.

“Oh, no, it’s just that my name is Yuuri too. I’m Yuuri, son of Toshiya, of House Katsuki.” Yuuri offered up, once his mirth cleared enough to speak. His elf’s eyes lit up immediately, while Yuri snarled, holding back his words only after the ranger murmured something to him in an undertone.

Really, Yuuri hadn’t known that it was possible for any elf to be as angry as this one. No one had said elves could be quick to temper.

“And I am Victor, son of Vasiliy. Well met, Yuuri Katsuki, son of Toshiya.” His elf said suddenly, voice soft. It made Yuuri’s gaze dart back around to him, surprised.

His elf’s, Victor’s, eyes were filled with some strange emotion. Yuuri couldn’t put a name to it. But whatever it was, it softened his face a great deal, and coupled with the faint smile tugging at his lips, left the inhumanly beautiful features far more approachable than before.

Yuuri could only smile back helplessly in response, nodding when Victor offered him more bread.

“Are you sure you should be following me out like this? It seemed like all of you had a long day ahead of you.” Yuuri said uncertainly, later, once they were done with their meal.

“Yes, I insist. We can afford another day’s wait,” Victor responded easily, walking calmly by his side. The words were just as careless now as they had been earlier, when he’d told Yuri that he would be taking a walk with Yuuri out in the woods. It had taken all of the ranger’s, whom Yuuri had learnt was named Otabek, strength to hold the little blond elf back. The other elves in their party seemed exasperated, but they hadn’t seemed angry. Only a little sad.

The sadness was what made Yuuri wary. Against his better judgement, his gaze drew again to the weave of Victor’s cloak, and its color. For all that his people didn’t interact with the elves all that much, they did trade with towns that did.

Yuuri knew all too well what that specific shade meant, when worn by an elf. Even if he’d never actually seen it in person until now.

Victor glanced back at him, expression curious. Yuuri shook away his unease, and stepped forward with a smile pasted in place.

They spent most of the morning simply wandering about the woods. For all that Victor had offered to help Yuuri find another deer to take back with him, Yuuri found that he didn’t care much about the deer. Not anymore. And, anyway, Victor seemed distracted as well. They’d spent the earlier moments of their walk conversing quickly, jumping from topic to topic like a pair of children, delighting in each other’s company, but the conversation had worn away to silence, over time. Not strained, no – just quiet, but for the sound their footsteps made against the ground as they walked.

Yuuri’s chest felt strangely full, in a way he hadn’t ever felt before.

“I don’t want to leave,” Victor said, apropos of nothing, voice uncomfortably loud.

It made Yuuri stumble, startled, but Victor was there to steady him with a hand to his shoulder. When he looked up at the elf, wide-eyed, it was to find Victor staring back at him, lips pursed, the corners of his eyes drawn tight. He didn’t remove his hand from Yuuri’s shoulder, and Yuuri found that he didn’t want to shake it away either. Instead, he reached up with his free hand to run the tips of his fingers along the edge of Victor’s jawline, mouth going dry when Victor leaned forward into his touch, properly allowing Yuuri to cup his face and his eyes slipping shut.

“You’re journeying to the Undying Lands,” Yuuri whispered, voice hushed, biting his lower lip when Victor gave a single nod.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t guessed it, honestly. The solemnity of the elves at the camp, their lack of interest in Yuuri being there, and in the little blond elf’s aggression – it spoke of a greater detachment with the world than even what most people said was common to elves.

But Victor wasn’t like that. Victor had laughed freely when they spoke, sharing tales of friends he’d made in his travels, particularly this one bard and his propensity to have lovers waiting for him no matter where they went – the stories of his and Victor’s shenanigans over the years reminding Yuuri all too well of his own hair raising experiences with Phichit, whenever the long-legged merchant had stopped by his home. Had darted after the shadows of what he called deer in the distance, ignoring Yuuri’s taunts about Victor just wanting to lead them on a wild goose chase for the fun of it, had sung along with birdsong, quick and bright. All the while Yuuri had followed after him with a dazed smile, laughing whenever the elf had glanced back at him with a grin.

“I don’t want to leave.” Victor repeated, voice softer, and Yuuri couldn’t have stopped himself from dragging the taller being down into a tight hug even if he’d tried.

“Your Yura is going to be very angry with me,” Yuuri murmured, much later, leaning back into the solidity of the tree trunk behind him.

Victor hummed in response, not shifting from where his head was pillowed on Yuuri’s lap. It made Yuuri chuckle to himself, running his fingers through the long hair that pooled partially behind Victor, and also spilt over his shoulders. It felt as soft and light to the touch as Yuuri had imagined it to be, earlier.

“You could come with me. I travel a lot – I’ve been traveling from town to town and to the larger cities for years. You’ve probably seen all of it, you seem to be so much wiser than me, but maybe it could be interesting?”

“Anything would be interesting if you were there. I should have met you sooner, Yuuri.” Victor murmured back, making Yuuri laugh softly, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the elf’s temple.

Victor turned around, gazing up at him in surprise, the expression quickly waylaid by the flush that colored his cheeks, and the tips of his ears. Yuuri, for his part, grinned down at him awkwardly.

“Well. You’ve met me now. Let’s travel together, Victor.”

His words were met with wide eyes that all but sparkled in the pale light filtering down on them through the leaves, Victor’s mouth rounding out into a lovely heart-shaped grin that had Yuuri laughing with delight.

There might come a day when Victor would want to follow that call, like others of his race. Until then, though, Yuuri supposed they could spend their days together. Traveling far and wide. And maybe laughing from time to time, just like this.

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