Disclaimer- All characters belong to the great and powerful JRR Tolken, and he will probably be spinning in his grave knowing how many people were writing slashes about his characters. I had to repost this story because fanfiction is not working at the moment, I hope it works this time!

Warning: Yes this is a slash. MalexMale relationships. You have been warned, flames on this account will not be tolerated. Also, I have exceptionally bad grammar. I'm not sure how a beta reader works so you people will just have to deal with this. I do not expect any flames regarding my grammar, or even constructive critism telling me how horrible my grammar is. I appreciate constructive critism but if you want to write about my grammar, your preaching to the choir so don't bother. If you are still reading this extremly long and boring warning, tell me in review and you will be granted a cookie of your preference.

Chapter one:

"Here's the firewood."

Aragorn glanced at his friend, trying to make sense of the strangled tone and dark glint in his eyes. Aragorn had to practically force his longtime friend Legolas to come on this little scouting expedition with him and two other elves. Legolas had arrived at Rivendell for his yearly visit to Aragorn around the same time as every year, but this year seemed different. Legolas did not smile at the beauty of Rivendell, he did not hug Aragorn as he normally would. The point of these visits was so the two could catch up, and their friendship would not wane, yet Legolas seemed to be avoiding him. When Aragorn suggested he come on this scouting expedition with him, Legolas seemed appalled. Upon refusal though, Aragorn had indeed forced him to attend. He watched as Legolas tended to the fire, his skin glowing in an eerie, ethriel light. After he finished with the fire, Legolas sat near his sleeping mat (coincidently as far as it could be from Aragorn without looking suspicious) and stared into the fire with a weird look upon his face.

"Does anyone know of a stream or something nearby?" One of the other elves, Fernair asked, "Our water supply is running low."

"There is a stream about a quarter mile from here," the other elf, Lafera answered, "I will accompany you, I could use the walk."

"This will be the last time we need to make a water trip, will it not?" Fernair asked Aragorn, who nodded absent-mindidly

"Aye, we will be home in two or three days time." The two elves nodded and went off walking. After a few moments, Aragorn glanced at Legolas again, and cleared his throat. Legolas jumped a foot which seemed strange to Aragorn, Legolas was usually very hard to surprise.

"What were you thinking about just now Legolas?" Aragorn asked.

"Nothing of Importance Estel," Legolas answered, reverting to Aragorn's childhood name.

"Then, may I ask what I have done to win your disfavor mellon?" Legolas looked at him in surprise, then attempted to feign indifference.

"My disfavor Estel?" He asked lightly. Aragorn sighed.

"Legolas, it's not Estel anymore, it's Aragorn now. You know that," Legolas nodded unhappily.

"Alright Aragorn, but you have not won any disfavor at all,"

"Do not lie to me Legolas, I know you better then that." Then, to Aragorns surprise, Legolas stood up and threw him an angry glare.

"I am not lying Aragorn," he spat starting to walk away.

"Legolas!" Aragorn shouted after him, shocked. Legolas just stalked off, never looking back. Aragorn sighed and decided to let him cool off and work through whatever was bothering him. After a while Fernair and Lafera returned and bid him goodnight, Legolas had still not come back. Aragorn was worried for his friend; he decided to go look for him.

After a bit of searching he found Legolas sitting shirtless of a rock, looking up at the stars. He was about to call to him, when he realized Legolas was singing. He stood still, and listened to the calm and soothing voice wash over him.

Someone up there, hear my plea

My love has forsaken me

Insisting we can never be

Someone up there, hear my plea

Meet me in the great halls of Mandos

Where tonight we will dance

Wait for me on the white shores

For the only place we can be is Valinor.

And in my dreams tonight

I will hold you tight

I will dream of white shores

For the only place we can be is Valinor.

Aragorn listened to the sad song intently, watching his friend with interest. Once finished singing, Legolas sighed and looked up to the stars, as if expecting them to answer him. Aragorn strode over to him.

"Now I understand, you've met a maiden back in Eryn Lasglen. She is beautiful I'm sure, and you resent me for making you leave her to visit me." Aragorn joked. Legolas jumped and gave him a shocked expression.

"Relax Legolas, I was only teasing," Aragorn assured him, giving his friend a strange look. Aragorn sat down next to him, noticing for the first time Legolas wore no tunic.

"Are you not cold Legolas?" Aragorn asked, concerned. Legolas shook his head.

"You know elves feel temperatures differently then humans," he said, not looking at him. Aragorn nodded and there was silence again. Aragorn decided to strike up conversation again.

"So Legolas, have you found someone you fancy?" After what seemed like a tense moment of deliberation, Legolas nodded.

"Legolas!" Aragorn exclaimed, clapping the young man on his shoulder, "why didn't you tell me? What is she like?"

"He," Legolas quickly corrected.

"So you have chosen someone of your own gender," Aragorn said, there was no blame in his expression. It was quite common for elves to have lovers of their own gender, "what is he like?"

"Well," Legolas started slowly, "he is tall-"

"Elves generally are, is he taller then you?" Aragorn interruted.

"Around my height-"

"Hair color?"

"Black-"

"Wavy or straight?"

"Wavy Aragorn!" Legolas laughed. "Can I finish at least one sentence without you interrupting?" Aragorn grinned sheepishly and allowed Legolas to continue.

"Well, he is wonderful. I've known him for a long while and I'm sure he was meant for me."

"I'm happy for you Legolas are you two together yet?" Aragorn inquired. Legolas frowned slightly.

"No not yet. Truth is, he belongs to someone else. A female at that, I'm not sure if he will accept my love," Aragorn gave his friend and encouraging smile.

"You are exceptionally beautiful Legolas, on the outside and inside too when you choose to let people in. Anyone would be crazy not to want you. Just tell this guy how you feel he will leave his little girlfriend without a second thought. Of this, I am sure." Legolas allowed himself a small smile, excitement bubbling up in his chest. He hardly heard Aragorns next question.

"Sorry?" He asked

"I asked you what his name was" Aragorn replied.

"Well," Legolas began slowly, "he has many names. I tend to call him the name he has grown up with, he tends to perfer a different one." Aragorn was silent for a moment, putting the pieces together. He turned to Legolas.

"...Are you saying, you fancy me?" Aragorn asked slowly. Legolas avoided his gaze, but nodded all the same. Aragorn reached out and tilted his chin to look up at him.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you Legolas," Aragorn said softly. Legolas gave him a surprised look.

"You're attracted... to me?" Legolas asked quietly. Aragorn smiled and nodded. Aragorn leaned in for a kiss both wanted, but Legolas stopped him.

"What of the Lady Arwen?" He asked. A look of guilt and love flitted across Aragorn's handsome features. He shook them away and said quietly

"What Arwen doesn't know, can't hurt her." Legolas was about to protest, he was about to say he didn't want their relationship to be like that, that Aragorn couldn't have both of them. He was about to say all this, when Aragorns lips captured Legolas' own, and he knew then, that Aragorn could.

So, that's the first chap. There is much more romance, lust, and angst to come. Especially when Arwen comes into the picture. So R/R!