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Rating: MATURE/NC-17

Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas

Beta: Hermisia

Summary: An endless journey drags Legolas onward as his unrequited desire come out during a late night dream. Aragorn/Legolas

A Late Night's Dream

Part One

A journey that seemed never ending dragged us onwards. I don't know if I could have kept on going if not for him. For my people I tried. For him I continued towards an impossible victory. Despair grips my every step. With every arrow I release I grow weary. His yearning for another pains me. I'm weakening. I wonder how he doesn't know. He feels me watching him. He avoids being alone with me. Why?

A husky voice murmurs my name, "Legolas?"

I sit up from my self made pallet. He's sleeping. I swore I heard him call my name. I search out Gimili. He's rolled away from us. His loud snoring assures me he's asleep. Aragorn lets out a soft moan. He arches slightly emitting a louder moan this time. It's obvious that tonight he's not haunted by nightmares. I can't resists gazing at him. I move closer. The pleasure on his face causes me to ache with want. My hand reaches out of its own accord to touch his face. His skin burns under my touch. He feels as if he's on fire. Jealousy runs through me as I remember he must be dreaming of Arwen.

"Legolas!" Aragorn pleads in a begging voice withering in need. I don't believe what I heard. Shock stills my hand. I must have stayed by his side for much longer than I thought. I knew he was awake but I couldn't move. My hand still rested on his face. I look at Aragorn the morning light creeping up on us. I see he is blushing. I want to speak. To tell him not to be embarrassed but I don't trust myself with words.

"Legolas?" he whispers.

I can't respond. I lean down towards him. My hair falls around his face, shading us from the world. My thoughts rush through my brain. I feel his warm breath brushing past my cheek. What if I'm wrong? Perhaps he hadn't been dreaming about me. Fear leaves a trail of doubt in my mind. His dark eyes burn into mine.

My desire for him overrides the doubt that engulfs me. My lips brush his tentatively. He doesn't turn away. I hear a small sigh escape him. Encouraged I press my lips harder to his. The hunger to taste him overtakes me. I feel his hand grasp the back of my neck. Questions I long for the answers to are pushed aside as I explore his mouth. He tastes of unimaginable things. No fantasy I have ever had compares to actually tasting him. He suddenly freezes. His hand releases my neck. Shock is etched on his face.

"What are you doing?", he asks horror is in his eyes. I pull away. I feel as though I might be sick. For the moment I thought he wanted me, I basked in an answered dream. Coming to reality breaks me. How could I think it was me he called for?

My throat feels impossibly dry. "My apologies. Sleep. We must rise soon.", I manage to force out. I refuse to meet his gaze. I begin to move away. His hand grabs a hold of my wrist.

"Wait.", he says. His voice holds an emotion I can't decipherer . I reluctantly face him. I don't want a confrontation. I don't want to see disgust in his smoldering eyes.

TBC

Author's Note: I'm not sure if I'm going to write the next part or not. I don't want to write a fic that lacks quality. I will gladly write more but only if I feel there are people who are enjoying it. I'm fairly insecure about this fic. It's my first LotR fic. Encouragement and advice is greatly appreciated. I hope you liked it!

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