Return To Bree
Authors: Blanton Cirith & MarieAmethyst
Chapter 2~
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
SideNote: MarieAmethyst and I decided to make this a joint project. Why? Because MarieAmethyst is the all mighty slash writer! *grovels* She took care of most of the slash parts in this fic, which I am extremely thankful for!
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Barliman led Legolas and Aragorn to their room which was on the second floor above the common-room. Walking down the hall, they passed three doors, and finally came to theirs. It was at the end of the hall, the door being taller than the rest on the floor.
"This is a much larger room than the rest, speaking in height, ofcourse. Since Strider here is extremely tall to my reckoning, and the Elf isn't far behind, I figured I'd give you two the tall room. Call if you need anything, and hopefully Nob will scurry in as he usually does. Now I must be off. As you saw earlier, I have quite a crowd tonight."
"Thank you Butterbur," Legolas said.
"It will do just fine," Aragorn added.
Barliman scuttled back down the hall, and down to the bar. Aragorn turned the knob, and opened the door. There were two beds and a small table surrounded by three chairs near a brightly burning fireplace. Legolas rested on one of the bed with his back to the wall and Aragorn took a seat in one the chairs by the table.
"How many more orcs do you think are still in Bree?" Legolas asked.
"I am not sure at this point. The question is: Why Bree? There's nothing here of half-descent value except Barliman's ale," Aragorn said with a laugh.
"That is what puzzles me as well. Bree is a small, irrelevant town. I see not a value in attacking it," Legolas said.
"Unless they wanted to draw attention away from some other place they have in mind," Aragorn stated in deep thought.
"Possibly," Legolas said, nodding. "But for now, all we can do is slay as many as we can find."
Aragorn nodded, still in deep thought. He stared into the fire and spoke again. "I just wish I knew what their objectives were. These attacks are perplexing; and I despise riddles." Aragorn sighed, and didn't notice that Legolas had moved behind him until he felt arms encircle his waist. A pair of warm lips caressed his ear, and Aragorn let his head fall back. Taking the hint, Legolas brushed his lips along the expanse of Aragorn's neck.
Suddenly, Legolas stopped and stepped back. Confused, Aragorn looked back at him.
"I'm sorry. Things have been quite tense lately. I don't know what came over me," Legolas said, and turned away from him, looking out the window.
Aragorn stood and walked toward him, putting his hand on Legolas' shoulder. "No, it's understandable... we both have been under a lot of stress lately." He paused for a moment, and then continued. "You could help me relieve the stress, Legolas."
'What am I saying?' Aragorn thought angrily. But he didn't care anymore. Everything faded away in his mind except for one thing: Legolas, standing there adorned by the moonlight through the window. The image burned in his heart, but what burned even more was a desire... one that Aragorn could not understand, but felt it was worth pursuing.
Legolas looked away from the window to face him, and saw he had a burning look in his eyes. Grinning, he accepted the invite, pouncing on the taller man with a strength his slender body concealed.Together they fell back to the floor, Legolas' grinning face framed by his long blond hair as he stared down in triumph. "As you wish, my lord."
But instead of kissing him as Aragorn expected, he found that his elf friend knew exactly where he was ticklish. Within moments he was writhing beneath him with laughter, trying to escape the nimble fingers torturing him. Legolas continued for another minute before being satisfied that Aragorn was properly 'relieved' of stress. He listened as the man under him panted for breath, his lean face flushed slightly. His gaze rested on his
friend's parted lips.
Aragorn fought for breath after Legolas' unexpected attack. He hadn't been tickled since he was a young and less mature, but found he did not mind-as long as he could repay in full. Preparing to spring his own attack on the elf, he noticed a strange gleam in his luminous green eyes. Before he could ask what was wrong, firm lips had captured his in a kiss that left him mindless of anything else but the other's presence.
He hadn't paid much attention to their position before, but suddenly he was acutely aware of Legolas straddling his hips, of their hearts beating against the other's chest, of the hands that rested gently on his own chest. Now it all came to him in a rush of powerful feelings that left him robbed of breath as Legolas continued to caress his lips with his own.
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Authors: Blanton Cirith & MarieAmethyst
Chapter 2~
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
SideNote: MarieAmethyst and I decided to make this a joint project. Why? Because MarieAmethyst is the all mighty slash writer! *grovels* She took care of most of the slash parts in this fic, which I am extremely thankful for!
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Barliman led Legolas and Aragorn to their room which was on the second floor above the common-room. Walking down the hall, they passed three doors, and finally came to theirs. It was at the end of the hall, the door being taller than the rest on the floor.
"This is a much larger room than the rest, speaking in height, ofcourse. Since Strider here is extremely tall to my reckoning, and the Elf isn't far behind, I figured I'd give you two the tall room. Call if you need anything, and hopefully Nob will scurry in as he usually does. Now I must be off. As you saw earlier, I have quite a crowd tonight."
"Thank you Butterbur," Legolas said.
"It will do just fine," Aragorn added.
Barliman scuttled back down the hall, and down to the bar. Aragorn turned the knob, and opened the door. There were two beds and a small table surrounded by three chairs near a brightly burning fireplace. Legolas rested on one of the bed with his back to the wall and Aragorn took a seat in one the chairs by the table.
"How many more orcs do you think are still in Bree?" Legolas asked.
"I am not sure at this point. The question is: Why Bree? There's nothing here of half-descent value except Barliman's ale," Aragorn said with a laugh.
"That is what puzzles me as well. Bree is a small, irrelevant town. I see not a value in attacking it," Legolas said.
"Unless they wanted to draw attention away from some other place they have in mind," Aragorn stated in deep thought.
"Possibly," Legolas said, nodding. "But for now, all we can do is slay as many as we can find."
Aragorn nodded, still in deep thought. He stared into the fire and spoke again. "I just wish I knew what their objectives were. These attacks are perplexing; and I despise riddles." Aragorn sighed, and didn't notice that Legolas had moved behind him until he felt arms encircle his waist. A pair of warm lips caressed his ear, and Aragorn let his head fall back. Taking the hint, Legolas brushed his lips along the expanse of Aragorn's neck.
Suddenly, Legolas stopped and stepped back. Confused, Aragorn looked back at him.
"I'm sorry. Things have been quite tense lately. I don't know what came over me," Legolas said, and turned away from him, looking out the window.
Aragorn stood and walked toward him, putting his hand on Legolas' shoulder. "No, it's understandable... we both have been under a lot of stress lately." He paused for a moment, and then continued. "You could help me relieve the stress, Legolas."
'What am I saying?' Aragorn thought angrily. But he didn't care anymore. Everything faded away in his mind except for one thing: Legolas, standing there adorned by the moonlight through the window. The image burned in his heart, but what burned even more was a desire... one that Aragorn could not understand, but felt it was worth pursuing.
Legolas looked away from the window to face him, and saw he had a burning look in his eyes. Grinning, he accepted the invite, pouncing on the taller man with a strength his slender body concealed.Together they fell back to the floor, Legolas' grinning face framed by his long blond hair as he stared down in triumph. "As you wish, my lord."
But instead of kissing him as Aragorn expected, he found that his elf friend knew exactly where he was ticklish. Within moments he was writhing beneath him with laughter, trying to escape the nimble fingers torturing him. Legolas continued for another minute before being satisfied that Aragorn was properly 'relieved' of stress. He listened as the man under him panted for breath, his lean face flushed slightly. His gaze rested on his
friend's parted lips.
Aragorn fought for breath after Legolas' unexpected attack. He hadn't been tickled since he was a young and less mature, but found he did not mind-as long as he could repay in full. Preparing to spring his own attack on the elf, he noticed a strange gleam in his luminous green eyes. Before he could ask what was wrong, firm lips had captured his in a kiss that left him mindless of anything else but the other's presence.
He hadn't paid much attention to their position before, but suddenly he was acutely aware of Legolas straddling his hips, of their hearts beating against the other's chest, of the hands that rested gently on his own chest. Now it all came to him in a rush of powerful feelings that left him robbed of breath as Legolas continued to caress his lips with his own.
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