(Middle Earth, Legolas/Gimli)
They’d taken shelter under some trees for the night, but the snow and wind still found them. Gimli shivered. His teeth chattered. His nose ran. He could barely feel his hands, though he had them tucked under his thighs to keep them warm.
“Are you cold?” Legolas asked softly, his words nearly eclipsed by the storm.
“N-nay,” Gimli replied, trying not to sniffle.
Legolas moved to take off a cloak.
“Don’t!” Gimli reached out to stop him. “I gave that to you because you’re ill. You need it.”
Legolas hesitated then reached out, pulling Gimli under the cloak with him.