The dark night sky was illuminated with stars, constellations, fiery dots of light that burst from millions of miles away, seeking the eyes of the two figures leaning against an oak tree. One young male, having roughly calloused hands, had jet black hair, and a well defined upper torso. He was currently engaged in searching the shirt of another teenage elf, her hair was blonde, ears tipped as that of the elves, yet wait, no, it was a male, though his features were heavily feminine. The two paused and the dark one pressed his crimson lips against the other, groaning, he lilted his tounge and pushed it into his mouth, searching for some lost object. This continued for minutes until the exasperated blonde stopped, lying down on the soft dark grass, smiling and beckoning the other, only to be interrupted by a shout.
"Damn it Legolas, I told you to keep your people from interrupting us." Spoke the brown haired male.
"It isn't my fault 'gorn. I can't control what my people do, any more than you can stop the Mumakil from attacking the shores of Osgaliath." Chuckled Legolas, speaking in a very elevated manner. The two rose from the shadow of the tree and Aragorn began his search for his long-lost chain mail shirt. He scrambled it up and heard Legolas speaking to one of the elves in their native tongue discussing that he was searching for a duck to kill for food. Aragorn walked slowly to the giant warhorse Kneeler and slowly turned his tanned neck, scanning the waterline, seeing nothing he kicked his boot into the side of the stallion and galloped away. Moments later, he grabbed the reigns and the horse reared back, stopping but two feet from the elf-boy that stood in front of him. "I'm not ready to let you go yet, young man." Spoke the teenage prince, Legolas. Aragorn jumped off his stallion, he frowned.
"Why should I talk to you anymore? I came all the way to Rivendale, from Arnor none-the-less..." Said Aragorn, his bottom lip quivering. Legolas came forward, pressing his lips against Aragorn's.
"I'll meet you tomorrow, at the Fords. Okay?" Asked Legolas, grinning devilishly, "We can.. have our fun then?" He inquired.
"Fine..but you have to promise to wear those chaps I love so much." Grinned Aragorn, pushing his hands on Legolas' defined chest.
"Fine, but you need to cool it Romeo, my archer-guard are in the woods behind us. The rumors are bad enough as is.." Laughed Legolas, he grinned, helping Aragorn back upon Kneeler, grabbing his ass and grinning as he noticed Aragorn's bulge and blush. "Tomorrow, at noon. I promise."