The Morning After (Closed to lasgalenlegolas )
Since meeting Legolas, Willow had a lot of firsts in her life. She was in love and while that wasn't a first because she had honestly loved Oz, it hadn't been this deep or this fast. She'd been aware that what she'd felt for him, while wonderful, hadn't really been like what Buffy and Angel had. She couldn't say that anymore. What she felt for Legolas was a lot different. There was a bond, literal actually, that was like nothing that she'd ever felt before.
The other first was waking up in someone's arms in an alcove of a tree. Another thing that Willow never, ever thought that she'd do. It was surprisingly comfortable or it was that Legolas made it that way, either way, Willow was more than content. She was the happiest that she'd been in a long time.
Very carefully, she shifted her weight to look at him. A part of her would always admit to thinking that being with him was a dream, but waking up in his arms and watching him, put away those doubts. He really was there, with his arms around her. It wasn't a fantasy or a dream. Her ... Willow Rosenberg ... was with Legolas and miracles of miracles, he loved her, too.
The other first was waking up in someone's arms in an alcove of a tree. Another thing that Willow never, ever thought that she'd do. It was surprisingly comfortable or it was that Legolas made it that way, either way, Willow was more than content. She was the happiest that she'd been in a long time.
Very carefully, she shifted her weight to look at him. A part of her would always admit to thinking that being with him was a dream, but waking up in his arms and watching him, put away those doubts. He really was there, with his arms around her. It wasn't a fantasy or a dream. Her ... Willow Rosenberg ... was with Legolas and miracles of miracles, he loved her, too.