This is my first ever LOTR fanfiction, and it was made for JellyBears100 for her birthday! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

It was the one thing he coveted most.

To be able to casually brush his hand when walking, or to grasp his shoulder as praise for a fight well-won, or to just stare into the oceans of concentrated blue that was Legolas Greenleaf's eyes. He could only hold the stare for a moment's passing, maybe two, and than he'd have to glance away and count down the minutes, the seconds, until he was able to claim them again.

There was just something about Greenleaf. Maybe it was the way he held himself; so high and dignified, yet at the same time there was always a playful smirk hidden somewhere on the radiant face, between the two pursed pink lips. He had a way of tearing you down with his eyes, building you up with his words, and making you melt into nothing with a simple smile of those pomegranate lips.

Aragorn swore that Arwen was the prettiest being he laid his eyes upon. That of course was before he met Legolas. What was he to do now? Give her back her necklace and tell her he hadn't felt a thing compared to what he feels for Greenleaf?

No, surely that would not work. Both he and Legolas had ruling kingdoms to consider, and Arwen was there for him when he needed her most. He couldn't give up years of love for someone he just met!

…Could he?

No, he decided though he knew how he truly felt. That would never work.

It was the one thing he coveted most.

To be able to watch the other fight mercilessly with his sword, or to hear him speak so gentle yet so harsh, or to graze against his back when he was for certain everyone else in the camp was sleeping. Legolas could still feel the sting of where their flesh had tingled into one. He could trace the pattern perfectly on his back where he and Aragorn fell into one another, even if it was only for a moment.

Aragorn was taken before he had even met Greenleaf. That was the reason he couldn't express how he truly felt, he repeated to himself over and over again, it surely wasn't his pride or his shyness. They needed heirs anyway, and he could not bear Aragorn, son of Arathorn, anything.

He couldn't bear him a daughter, let alone a son. And that was the one thing that held him up at night, fought for dominance over his breath, made him go weak in the knees and teary in the eyes, made his usually perky elf ears droop. He was useless to Aragorn.

The ranger wouldn't want anything to do with me, he thought on more than one occasion after a bad day. He could see the way he fingered the necklace around his neck. He could see the small outline of a smile on his lips as he did so.

Legolas would have to keep fighting orcs, and making small talk, and brushing against his back and being so not into the heir of Gondor, that he would completely fall out of love.

Yes, he thought. That would surely work, though he knew the truth. It will work.

I know this isn't that good, but at least I tried :3
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