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LAMENT
I lach Anor ed aedhon gwannen. Cales veleg, ethuiannen...
The lament for Gandalf filled Legolas' ears as he stepped over a tree root, making his slow way round Lorien, marvelling at the Mallorn that grew beyond the normal high. The suns last rays filtered through the silver trunks lighting the golden leaves. A swirling mist flowed from the river covering the ground in a blanket of secrets. He knew he should rest but sleep was eluding him as grief welled in his heart. He had not wanted to enter Moria but they had and Gandalf the Grey had fallen into Shadow. Long had Gandalf walked this earth but he would walk it no more. Many would grieve his passing while they say his lament. Legolas wondered around the trees, among the silver mist until the stars came out and mocked his dark thoughts with their bright light. Wearily he sunk into the encircling arms of the Mallorn roots, his body was tired after the flight from Moria and the perusing orcs. He let his mind wonder and was soon asleep, his grey eyes glazing into the far reaches of elven sleep.
Slowly Legolas became aware that someone was stroking his hair, their fingers slowly ran down his ear and along his jaw. His eyes focused on Aragorn kneeling next to him. It was his hand that now traced the outline of his mouth. Aragorn leaned forward and gently kissed him. Slowly he moved across Legolas' cheek to his neck. Legolas could feel his hot breath on his skin, his own breath quickening at Aragorn's touch. Legolas shifted his body so that he lay on the ground, Aragorn moved with him so that they lay side by side. Aragorn continued to move between his mouth and neck. Legolas felt a musical giggle escape his lips as Aragorn ran his tongue along his pointed ear. Aragorn laughed softly,
"Does that delight you?" he asked rising his head.
"You delight me, Estel," breathed Legolas as reached up to pull Aragorn down to him.
Aragorn pulled the laces of Legolas' tunic free, he dangled them in Legolas' face and made him laugh. The mist made its way though the shirt that Legolas wore making it stick to his body. Aragorn ran a hand across his chest unhooking his shirt clasps. Legolas made quick work of the buttons on Aragorn's shirt.
"Why do you mortals insist on buttons?" asked Legolas as he pulled that shirt off Aragorn's broad shoulders.
"For the same reasons you have lacings." answered Aragorn allowing his shirt to fall to the ground.
Aragorn moved his weight between Legolas' legs and kissed him with soft longing, Legolas responded with a soft moan. They not longer felt the chill of the mist or the cold hand of grief as they lay in the warmth of each other.
END