Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own Aragorn, Legolas, or anything else associate with Lord of the Rings. It all belongs to Tolkien, although considering what I'm going to do to his characters I don't think he'd want them back.
Warnings: Slash to an intense degree!!!! If you don't like that sort of thing, well that's what the back button is there for, and if you're stupid enough to ignore my warnings and flame me I'll just laugh at you and post your flame (complete with my comments on it) so that non-homophobes can laugh at your stupidity.
A/N: I've been attempting to write LoTR for awhile, and this plotbunny just happened to be the most persistent for now-thus it's the first one I get posted. Writing Tolkien-like is kind of hard for me, so please review and tell me how I'm doing. If you flame me constructively and tell me why you didn't like the fic, I'll accept it gracefully, but rude flames are not appreciated at all. Sort of an AU fic, it's my version of what should have happened in the movie. I have read the books, but I'm writing this mostly in movie-verse. Why? Because we should all hold in highest esteem the thought of Viggo Mortensen hooking up with Orlando Bloom, that's why. And there were definitely enough hints of it in the movie in my opinion. I think I'm beginning to babble now, so I'll shut up. On with the fic!
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The fine-boned elf lay moaning beneath him pillowed on the ranger's arms, pale skin glowing in the moonlight. Their lips met as fire seared through both of their bodies…………
Aragorn awoke in a cold sweat with his pants uncomfortably tight. He had experienced one of those dreams again and groaned unhappily to himself. He loved Arwen with all his heart, yet much to his dismay he found himself slowly becoming mesmerized by the Elven prince.
"Is something troubling you Aragorn?" the afore-thought of elf asked, turning to face him, azure eyes filled with concern for his friend.
//Curses, I had forgotten how sharp his senses are. I thought it was the dwarf's watch, or anyone but him…//
"Nightmares."
"They must have been dreadful, for you have been crying out and tossing and turning ever since I have been keeping watch. I was certain you were going to wake the others"
//Crying out my name, but none the less…// Legolas mused to himself. //He must have been simply calling for help, there's no likelihood that……………// his thoughts trailed off as his question was finally answered.
"They were dreadful, but I doubt that they shall return. Besides, I fear it would take much more than my noises to wake Gimli and the hobbits."
The elf laughed softly, a musical sound that sent chills down Aragorn's spine.
"Undoubtedly. I hope that for your sake the phantoms of your slumbers do not revisit you. But what has been troubling you so that it gives you such awful dreams?"
Aragorn turned away unable to meet his companion's gaze, pain and numerous other emotions written in his stormy gray eyes.
"It was nothing."
Legolas noticed his comrade's discomfort and decided not to press the topic, as it seemed to bring on an onslaught of feelings disliked by the Ranger.
"Then rest. My watch is not over for a while yet, and we have many leagues to travel on the morrow."
"Nay, sleep does not come easily to me of late. If you do not mind, I would prefer to keep watch with you for some time."
"It would be my pleasure."
A/N: Oooh, lookie, a cliff-hanger (well kinda). Hehehehe. That was a ridiculously short chapter, I know, but I a really really bad case of writer's block on my LoTR fics and this chapter was just sitting on my hard drive, so I just posted just for the hell of it. All suggestions would be majorly appreciated!!!!!!!! I'll take writer's challenges too. So, go review and let me know if this is actually worth continuing!