Notes;

- I don't own any of the Characters or places mentioned in this fiction.

- It's rated M for the next chapter, there will be a warning in my notes though.

- Simple Aragorn/Legolas SLASH!

The city was silent and still, all that could be heard from inside the houses was the rain falling heavily and it didn't look like it had any intention of coming to a close any time soon. The rain pellets where fat and juicy, only seconds outside and you would be soaked to the skin. Of course the rain was not helped by the wind; it tore through the city like a plague with a vengeance. Streets and back alleys of the city where empty and completely deserted as if everyone knew something, the only man to be strolling through the streets didn't.

A tall dark stranger walked the streets someone who by his own intentions meant to stay hidden. Dressed in his raggedy old ranger gear the man had needed some time to himself; he'd upped and left the city only three days previous with one of the old horses whom had already seen too much service. His intention had been to get away and to set her free and now he was making his return home. No one had noticed his disappearance, they never did. His personal guard where used to covering for him now when he needed time to clear his head.

With his wife Arwen and their children were visiting her father for a month in Rivendell -or Imladris to many elves of middle earth- his residence just felt too quite, too empty although other people inhabited the upper level he still felt alone. He missed Arwen, her presence was calming like most of the elves he knew though there was one, one other he missed more, his heart ached for him though those feelings had long since been subdued or so he thought.

His feet seemed to move on their own they scuffed at the ground, kicking up water that had long since formed into streams and puddles, his feet seemed to know exactly where they were going as if they had a mind of their own. Aragorn pulled his cloak tighter around him trying to shield out some of the cold wind, his hood was falling over his eyes as he reached the final gate to enter the upper level.

After a few short and quick exchanges of conversation he was soon heading to one of the most familiar rooms in that level. Aragorn had spent many hours every week in this same room. It was somewhere in which he could relax; he could contemplate his thoughts and bring himself together in that room. Just that one room, large and spacious was filled with so many good memories of his old friend. Entertaining one another other with tales of old and music of their culture and one of Aragorn's favourite memories although it didn't happen often, the fighting. They would move all the furniture to the sides of the room and draw swords and daggers on each other as they tried to out manoeuvre each another.

He pushed the heavy thick oak wood door slowly open with the small hope that someone would be inside, he sighed as he realized it was as empty as it had always been for more than a year now.

Aragorn found himself sat on the edge of the large double bed. He'd dropped his cloak on the back of one of the beautifully crafted chairs, the room was kept light and airy like most elves liked. This was home not because Aragorn himself had Elvin blood running through his veins but because of the old inhabitant. Wherever the blond haired wonder was; that was home to him and this room brought all those feelings back to him. He was so used to not even giving them a second thought now. He couldn't allow himself to even humour the thought of the Elf not when he was so close or at least; he felt like he was so close to him it would hurt too much.

It tore him apart, Legolas. He begged for him to come back to Gondor. They had been so close and he was the one person other than Arwen who could calm him, control his thoughts, tell him things would be okay and he would know they would be. He had so much confidence in this man; he adored him in every way possible. There wasn't one thing that he didn't simply love about Legolas, his long golden hair and the way it flowed when the wind caught it, his long fingers and the way he caressed his bow, the care he put into making sure each of his arrows was crafted perfectly.

Aragorn laid back on the sheets of the bed resting his head on one of the pillows. Not even Legolas was aware of what he felt for him but did he even feel the same way about Aragorn? He didn't know and he felt lost; completely confused about everything, he felt overwhelmed with his kingdom. Was he really good enough and had he really done enough to be classed as the king? And respect, did his people even respect him when he wasn't even sure he if respected himself and his decisions. He did what was best for his people. His people, or so he thought but what if it went wrong? He couldn't even begin to contemplate that thought. He didn't want to think about it.

There was a darkness rising in Middle Earth again and Aragorn was oh so aware of this force. They were a small force of Ura-kai and Orcs but they were vicious, worse than he had ever encountered before. Ever since he had become king he had become so self critical so much more than normal, he worried more and his mind was filled with anguish. He could never be sure about his decisions although he himself felt them to be right. He didn't want to have another man's death on his hands and ever since the fall of Sauron he had done his upmost to train his warriors to their highest potential and make sure they were all aware of the dangers that laid ahead of them. The possible consequences of joining the Gondor army but he still worried so much. He just needed someone with experience of fighting someone he trusted, someone who could tell him he was making the right decision.

In little over a week he had every intention of riding out with the men of Gondor, Minas Tirith and Osgiliath together. To track and destroy the small dark force he wanted to eradicate it before it even had a chance to grow. He'd only shared his plans with a few of his men. The captains of Gondor were all eager to ride out now it would only take his word and a small ground specially selected by Faramir and himself.

His eyes closed gently and picture of the beautiful elf came to mind, it didn't take long before he was sound asleep he hadn't rested in so long. He hadn't slept properly and now and he was just tired, his body was drained and his mind was empty. He couldn't stay awake. Fighting the feeling was next to impossible.