Aearlin & Silinde - The Begining - 11
Long moments had passed, and Silinde’s slender fingers continued to massage Aearlin’s scalp, careful of any cuts or bruises hidden by his long hair. He knew from the serene look on the other’s face, that he was enjoying it, and for a strange reason, Silinde’s heart was overjoyed. Something deep within him stirred at the thought and sight of this mysterious ellon, and the Mirkwood warrior could not fathom why. In his current state, Aearlin was nowhere near attractive, and yet Silinde found him incredibly so. And massageing the head of so-called attractive elf was not helping Silinde, yet he could not find the strenght to pull himself away, and yet eventually he had to.
But rinsing Aearlin’s hair still gave him the oppurtunity to touch the elf, even if it was not a lover’s touch. Silinde retrieved a pitcher, slowly pouring the warm water over the blonde locks, untill they were free from soap. “There you are my friend. A head of clean, though still slightly pink hair.” Most of the stain had washed out, leaving a faint splash of light pink throught his hair, though the ends of Aearlin’s long tresses were still entirely pink. “Howver, I hate to mention that you might need to trim the pink of the ends.” It would shorten the exotic ellon’s hair by at least two inches, and Silinde was not quite sure how far Aearlin was willing to go to rid himself entirely of the stain.