A/N: HEEY GUYS! I'm back! It's like…winter in here! I really hate school at the moment, ya know, it's terrible! But I made time! For you! Because I think you're great! SO this is not going to take long anymore! Enjoy reading! "blabla"=saying
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Ps: OHJEAH! Elvish in this chapter! And Estel = elvish name Aragorn. just so ya know! :)
XOXO Earwen Mithrandir
Legolas sat by the fire, starring into the forest. He thought of when he first met Aragorn…
A little boy with brown, curly hair, run into him."Oh!" he said, his eyes widened in shock "Sorry, sir! I did not see you! Can you forgive me?" the boy sat on to his knees, and placed his hand behind his head, carresing the bruise that formed."I am all right, but how about you?" Legolas asked while sitting next to him, picking up the little boy, and putted him down in his lap, looking at the boys head. When his hands carresed the bruise, the boy squealed."How much does it hurt?" "Not much, sir…" Legolas cutted him off saying "It's Legolas, my name, and what is yours?" the boy's mouth dropped open."Are you Legolas Greenleaf? The Prince of Mirkwood? Well, I'm Estel!" he said with a smile on his face."Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, Estel." the boy answered, to Legolas' surprise, with a smile, saying "It's nice to meet you too! Butteh…" Estel scratched his head, looking up to the smiling face of the Elf. He continued "I have a question, Elrohir and Elladan said you are the best archer of the Mirkwood-clan. Is that true?" Legolas chuckled and replied "I am honored that your brothers think so highly of me, but I am indeed one of my father's archers."
The boy looked at his feet, mumbling something, and when Legolas asked "Sorry, Estel, I did not hear you, could you say that again?" his face turned into a bright red colour."I asked," he said "could you maybe teach me? Because the archers in here aren't as good as you…" the boy quickly looked down at his feet again, as Legolas smiled.
"Well, Estel, you better be getting a bow and a dozen of arrows. I will see you on the practicing field in an hour." The boy looked up, a surprised smile on his lips."Yes, Legolas!" Legolas chuckled as the boy ran away.
With a sigh Legolas thought of the old days. Estel, Aragorn was called then. An Elven name. Legolas smiled as his ears heard a light snoring, coming out of the tent. Tomorrow, they would go to Rohan. And if there was a feast, maybe Aragorn would relax a bit.'He'll probably get drunk, and wake up the next day with a headache…'
The next morning, they broke their camp up, and rode away. They arrived in Rohan in the late-afternoon.
King Théoden gave them a warm welcome. He laughed as Aragorn immediatly asked where their rooms were."Aragorn, your room is in the right wing, the ninth door on the right. Legolas, yours is also in the right wing, tenth room on the left. You better hurry, and put on some clean clothes. The feast will begin by sunset."
Legolas and Aragorn hastily went to there room.
Aragorn came out of his room, seeing Legolas waiting for him. He gasped. Legolas was beautiful. Legolas' face turned a bright red, when he saw that Aragorn stared at him."Are you coming, Aragorn?" Aragorn shook the thoughts of Legolas out of his mind, following the Elf-princeling to the feast.
As soon as they entered the hall, an explosion of laughter, music and chatting. Legolas saw Aragorn's eyes went to the beer immediately. Legolas sniggered as he walked over to a few man standing in a small circle, chatting.
- one hour later -
Legolas stood by a table, watching as mugs with beer were handed over. The drinking competition would start when everybody had a mug. Legolas looked at his opponents. All were mortal Men. Except one. A dwarf named Gimli.
Legolas accepted a mug, and saw all the other men had one too. Surprisingly, Aragorn wasn't one of them. Legolas heard Éomer say, "Begin!", and he began to drink.
- lots and lots of drinks later-
Legolas was handed another mug, and he drank the golden brown liquid as fast a he could. Only a man, and the dwarf was left. Instead of Legolas who had drank his beer silently, the man and the dwarf shouted random things, as "It's dwarfs that go swimming, with little harry women!" of course Gimli said that. As the man finally gave up, it was only the Elf and the Dwarf. As Legolas drunk more and more, he noticed Aragorn was among the crowd. Legolas felt the blood raising to his cheeks. He quickly drank another beer. As there were a few more beers, a beginning of a plan formed in Legolas' mind.
'If I do that, I hope it will be that he returns my feelings…'
Then, when he putted down the mug, he said,
"I feel something," he saw that there was a slight smirk on Aragorn's face, "A slight tinkling in my fingers," and than, in horror, announced to the crowd, "I think it's affecting me!"
A few man dropped their mugs, but Aragorn just laughed."What did I say?" Gimli said "He can't hold his liquor…" Legolas didn't hear the rest of the sentence as it was silenced when the Dwarf finally lost consciousness.
Legolas looked at Gimli, and smirked, while asking "Did I win, then?"
All men laughed, and Legolas stumbled to a smiling Aragorn and Gandalf.
"So, you've had quite an evening, master Elf!" Gandalf said.
Legolas replied, while holding onto Aragorn a little for support, "I did, master Gandalf, and I've had a quite remarkable evening! My first drinking game, and I won!" Gandalf's answer never got through to Legolas, because his vision and mind was clouded by the beer, and he fell. If Aragorn hadn't caught him, he would have fallen onto the ground.
"I think it's best if you escort Legolas to his room, Aragorn." the wizard said with a concerned look in his eyes.
As Aragorn helped Legolas out of the Hall, Legolas relied on Aragorn completely. As they walked to the abandoned hallways, they chatted a little.
Legolas' mind was clear again by the time they reached Legolas' chamber. Aragorn opened the door, and guided Legolas to his bed. As Legolas was laid down by Aragorn, he finally could fulfil hid plan. When Aragorn sat beside Legolas, and softly caressed his cheek, he said "Nà Elbereth veria le, nà elenath dín síla rád o chuill lín".
Aragorn stood up to leave the Elf, when his hand was seized by another.
"Aragorn…" he turned around.
The next moment, there were sweet, velvet like lips on his. And before he knew it, he awnserd the kiss...
"Nà Elbereth veria le, nà elenath dín síla rád o chuill lín"
"May Elbereth protect you, may her stars shine on the path of your life."
A/N: Ghegheghe… So? What will happen next? Will Aragorn respond? Will they spend the night toghether? Or won't they? If you wan't to know, just leave a review. Ya know ( even "hi" is great!)
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XOXO Earwen Mithrandir