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The room was dark, with some dappled streams of sun light showing through the heavy curtains. Aragorn was taking advantage of having some time to relax and he was currently raised up on his right elbow watching the beautiful Elf beside him sleeping. It was a truly spectacular sight. Long blond hair was spread across the pillow looking like a cloud framing the fair face. Deep blue eyes, currently blank in sleep looked unfathomable. A smile played on the entirely too tempting lips. Where ever it was that Legolas wandered in his Elven dreams, it was obviously a good experience. Aragorn was pleased to see his husband so content. He could take it no longer and he gently kissed those bright lips, drawing Legolas back into the waking world with a gentle, contented sigh.

Returning the kiss enthusiastically, he smiled. "Good morning to you." Once more he leaned into Aragorn's embrace. Finally, reluctantly, they broke apart. With one last kiss Legolas rose and walked over to the wardrobe. He quickly picked out a light green tunic that was covered in embroidered gold leaves. Teaming them up with a pair of soft brown leggings, he walked back to the bed. He began pulling on the clothes as he walked. Kissing Aragorn once more, he continued on to the bureau and selecting a comb started to brush the soft hair. Once all the night's tangles were freed he quickly parted the hair and began to braid it.

Aragorn quickly took advantage and moved to slip in close to his husband, with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder he brushed Legolas' hands away and took over the job of braiding the hair. He smiled as Legolas once again gave a contented sigh. Looking over his shoulder, Aragorn asked, "Have you made any plans for this afternoon."

Gazing back through the mirror, Legolas answered. "No, I thought I might spend the morning in the garden. I was thinking of starting a garden using different plants from across Middle Earth." Suddenly anxious he continued. "Would you like that? I wouldn't want to….."

Aragorn cut him off, shock clearly showing on his face. "Legolas, why on earth do you need my permission? This is our home; never ask for permission, Please? I trust you with all my heart. Any things you want changing change. You're my husband, you never ever need permission."

Legolas gave a shy smile, which quickly became devilish as he heard Aragorn words. "Does that include the colours in here? I was thinking…." At Aragorn's bark of laughter he carried on. "But no, seriously I have no plans for the afternoon. Will you be free?"

"Yes, I thought we might spend some time together, is that alright?" His answer was a sweet smile and a gentle kiss. Once finished with braiding Legolas' hair he quickly dressed himself and with one last kiss, he left the room determined to finish all the work he knew would be waiting.

It was early afternoon, and much to Aragorn's disgust he was still knee deep in work. No matter what he tried he was not making any progress with this paper work. With a frustrated sigh he ran his hair through his hair. Every day more pieces of parchment appeared asking for help, money or both. He couldn't make head or tail of some of them. If he didn't know better he would say the parchments were breeding. A quiet knock on his door, pulled him out of his thoughts. Giving his permission for the caller to enter he sat him self up straighter, only to smile when he saw a smiling Legolas.

The smile soon fell as he realised just how much work he still had to do. He hurriedly tried to explain. "Oh, Legolas, I am so sorry. I just have so much work, no matter what I do I can't seem to finish it, I just can not understand half of it, and it's never ending." He was aware that he was whining, but couldn't stop himself. He really wanted to be with Legolas, not here.

With a gentle smile Legolas crossed over to Aragorn and with a gentle kiss stopped Aragorn's rushed explanation. "It is well, do not worry. Would you like me to look at it for you? You forget I am used to this. If I explain as we go?" Aragorn's bright smile was all the answer Legolas needed.

Pulling a chair up to the desk, he began to quickly look through the parchments. As Aragorn watched in amazement he quickly sorted them into three separate piles. Pulling the first pile towards them he explained: "These need to go to Faramir as Steward he is better able to deal with them." He quickly marked them laying them to one side. The second pile replaced them. "These I am afraid you need to go through. Most of them are asking for some kind of aid, be it monetary or not. You need to decide which one's you think are more important. They can then go to the City Treasurer who can decide if and how much the treasury can help. The one thing you need to bare in mind is that you can't please everyone, so just try and help as many as you see possible." They continued for some time gradually making a marked difference in the pile.

Finally, by late afternoon they found that Aragorn's desk was clear apart from the neatly marked piles. It may have taken all afternoon, but they had achieved something that Aragorn had felt to be impossible. Pulling Legolas to him he kissed him once more. "Thank you. I am just sorry I haven't spent the time with you."

Legolas could not stop the gentle laugh that left his lips. "What do you think we have been doing? I have been with you. We have spent all afternoon together. Together. I would much rather be with you and helping you than be treated like a china doll to be brought out and pampered or needs constant attention." He stood, pulling Aragorn up with him. With a kiss he led Aragorn to the couch that sat on one side of the room. Hugging they settled into place. Pulling Legolas to him Aragorn began to kiss him passionately. Finally, they just sat there happy and content just to be with the other.

A quiet melodic voice broke the silence as Legolas began to sing.

Can you feel the love tonight?

The peace the evening brings

The world, for once in perfect harmony

With all it's living thing's

So many thing's to tell her

But how to make her see

The truth about my past?

Impossible!

She'd turn away from me

He's holding back, he's hiding

But what I can't decide.

Why won't he be the King I know he is

The King I see inside?

Can you feel the love tonight?

You needn't look too far

Stealing through the night's uncertainties

Love is where they are

And if he falls in love tonight

It can be assumed

His carefree days with us are history

In short, our pal is doomed

Aragorn looked at Legolas in surprise. " I have never heard that song before." He pulled Legolas tighter into his embrace, only for Legolas to snuggle more contentedly in to the hug.

"It is one I was taught as an Elfling. I haven't thought of it in years. It just seemed appropriate." The couple once more settled into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the nearness of the other. Eventually they both drifted off to sleep.

Much, much later a much frazzled Faramir made his way to the King's study. He needed to collect any paper work Aragorn may have finished. Not that he expected much, Aragorn had yet to finish a day's

Work. Quietly opening the door, expecting to see Aragorn still hard at work, he was pleasantly surprised to see three neat piles on the desk. Taking a step closer, he noticed they were all clearly marked as to where they needed to go. What surprised him even more, was when he turned to exit the room he was met with the sight of his King and Prince curled up and the couch, both fast asleep.

Smiling to him self he reached for the blanket that lay on the arm of the sofa. Gently shaking it, he covered the two, before picking up the paperwork he quietly left the room. Stopping only to speak with one of the near by guards to let them know that the King was not to be disturbed unless it was of Vital Importance, he made his way back to his own office.

Another chapter re-done. By my amazing beta Shell. She and I now seem to be doing a joint effort. She is mainly responsible fro description work and the fact that you can understand the spelling and grammar.

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LittleCrazy1: true but dead Legolas means angst. But an alive Legolas is always my favourite

Triptych: I am also currently working on another story. Give me time

bradleigh: sorry I will remember that no more Avril Lavigne for you.

Starlit Hope: I like you. Short sharp and to the point.

Legolas19: sing a happy happy happy happy happy happy song. sing a happy happy happy happy happy happy song sorry slightl;y hyper.

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