A/N: Sorry this took so long, I got a bit distracted. I'll try to update more. Sorry.
Anywho, shall we dive in?
The rain started two days ago, and had yet to stop. Legolas could hear it splashing and tapping on the ground outside. He was thankful that he and Aragorn had finally managed to pitch their tent correctly. It was cold, even inside, and Legolas shuddered to imagine being under the stars in this weather.
He felt the warmth of Aragorn's skin against his own and relaxed into the man's side. Remembering the events that took place earlier he blushed, though there was no one there to judge him. Looking back, though, Legolas wondered how he even ended up in the embrace of another man, a male human who was already in love with another elf. He was thankful it had happened to him, and he prayed to the gods that they could remain like that.
Legolas's mind slowly drifted to recent memories leading up to this moment. He remembered when Aragorn had gone missing, and in a mad craze, Legolas searched for him. The emotions, lust, love, and worry, that ran through his mind boosted his adrenaline so that no matter how tired he was, he would keep searching. He would never have given up.
Legolas also remembered archery. It was a skill that came naturally to him, but not so much for his human companion. Laughing, he pictured Aragorn's face as he concentrated hard on how to hold the bow, how to position his fingers. When his laughing caused Aragorn to rustle in his sleep beside hike, his mind wandered to the face Aragorn made when Legolas laid his hand on his hip to fix his posture. But most important to him was the face Aragorn made right before their lips made contact. It was one of surprise, but also of satisfaction. The touch of Aragorn's lips on his was warm, not unlike the touch of Aragorn's hand currently residing on Legolas's back.
Legolas thought of tents. He thought of failure and success alike. No matter how much trouble he was having, Aragorn was always there to help, or to mutter words of encouragement. He thought of tents collapsing, feeling embarrassment only to laugh at himself later. Of course, Aragorn had no problems with embarrassment. He just shrugged it off the way he did with anything else that was awkward or strange.
And Legolas remembered Lassie. He never did thank Gimli for that, as it would give the dwarf something else to gloat about, but he still felt it. Late at night, Legolas and Aragorn would stay up under the stars, and Aragorn would sigh and call him by the nickname. Legolas would playfully shove him, and Aragorn would shove back, which escalated to heated make out sessions in the most concealed of places.
Opening his eyes in the darkness, Legolas smiled. He smiled for Aragorn, still sleeping by his side, he smiled for Gimli, whose awful jokes led to the most interesting conversation, he smiled for Eyowin, who was there to defend the odd elf and man couple, and lastly, he smiled for rain, the rain that was falling now, the rain that had reminded him of his love, and the rain that showed him that things could only get better. After the rain, there comes the sun, and after defeating Sauron, they could be together.