A/N: Happy Emo, it is true that if the humans find out the elves tricked them there will be hell to pay.. but I hope before that Aragorn and Legolas like each other enough to work out those differences.. if not then.. yeah XD At that time it was also the only option that Thranduil could think of to save his daughter.. daddy's do crazy things for their daughters.. elves age like they do in the books.

A small chapter to show that I am still alive and writing..., even when it is slightly drawn out. Thanks for those who are still with me. And I am happy to tell you that the wedding will be taking place next chapter ;) oh the joy of ones wedding night.. XD

Chapter four

Days passed in which Legolas and Aragorn learned more about each other. Legolas learned that Aragorn was a good person, with a warm and gentle heart. The cold exterior hid a man with dreams and hopes that had been crushed under the weight of marriage. He had found that Aragorn would drift of in thought at the strangest moments, looking almost longingly into the distance. At those times Legolas felt guilty for witnessing such a intimate moment.

Aragorn had learned about Vanya, how she adored music and listening to the sound of the wind. The way she tucked her hair behind her pointed ear to keep it out of her face. He had learned that complimenting her made the young Elven princess blush, a crimson color that made Aragorn's heart skip a beat. He had watched her when he had been sure she had not noticed him. The blonde elf had been standing on the balcony, her delicate hands leaning against the rail. Vanya's eyes had been only momentarily closed, like she was thinking of something. The forlorn look in her eyes when they had opened had almost made the king's heart break. It was an expression of someone missing their home and family.

But still the days went on, in which the two of them joined each other during breakfast and they would speak of many things, afterwards they would go their own way. Aragorn had important business to attend to and the blonde elf would find something to occupy himself with. During lunch they would sit together again, usually outside. They would spend some hours together and would see each other again at dinner. Afterwards Aragorn would join his father and Legolas would retire, spending some time by himself in his chambers.

Things went well between them and slowly the day of their wedding drew closer. It was when Legolas needed to fit dresses that he was once again confronted with the fact that he was a male elf and that he was fooling the king into marrying him.

"You look beautiful, absolutely radiant." The young tailor decided, smiling widely as he watched the king's princess look at herself in the mirror.

Legolas smiled timidly, realizing that the man was right. He did look beautiful, wearing a silk white dress. Turning around slightly in front of the mirror he tried to keep his flat chest hidden with his arms. "It is a little...,big around the chest..." The blonde prince breathed uncomfortably, sharing a look with the red headed tailor. The other just shrugged, letting him know it was easily changed.

"That is what these fittings are for." The youth added cheerfully. "I'll make the proper adjustments and then I'd like to see you again tomorrow morning."

"Very well." Legolas agreed with a hint of a smile as he walked towards the small changing area in the corner. "It is a very beautiful dress." He offered, complimenting the man on his work.

"A beautiful princess should have a beautiful dress."

Legolas frowned, crunching the white fabric in his hands. Looking down at the silk dress he sighed. "It seems so." He offered in a dull response.

III

The air was cold, cooling his skin. He took a few deep breaths before realizing he had been holding it as he ran through the halls of the palace. Guilt and worry had become to much and had pressed Legolas to run further until he was safely outside the palace walls. And now he was standing by himself, his face flushed and usually lively eyes numb. A frown marred his otherwise perfect face, his lips drawn tightly together. The elven prince felt sick in his stomach as his eyes trailed across the beautiful sight before him. The city was alive and bustling, getting ready for the wedding of their beloved king and his princess.

Legolas brought a hand to his mouth, covering it behind long pale fingers as his breath hitched. The fitting of the dress had made him light headed, realizing how easily he could be detected. For now everyone seemed to be so utterly naïve and easily fooled, but how long would that last. The young man who had created such a lovely wedding dress had not even once doubted him even in such close proximity. "Valar..., please guide me, for I have lost my way..."

"Princess."

Turning abruptly Legolas was greeted by the sight of Aragorn. The other looked stunned to find him here and voiced his confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I..." The blonde elf was lost for words, looking down at his hands. They were trembling lightly. "I was just..., thinking about..., about everything."

Aragorn stepped closer, taking those trembling hands within his own. "Are you worried?" The dark haired man asked gently. "About the wedding, or perhaps..." He trailed of, his eyes darkening as he thought of the night that would follow their wedding day.

Legolas looked up and nodded timidly but for different reasons then the tall man before him could ever imagine. He feared what would happen if Aragorn found out that he had been tricked into believing Legolas was his sister. His eyes cast itself downward when he felt Aragorn's hand on his cheek. The calloused fingers were strong and warm against his soft skin. He leaned into the soothing touch, closing his eyes for a moment until he felt a pair of warm lips move against his own. It was a gentle and it seemed as if it was all ready over before it even began. Opening his eyes Legolas looked up at the king, licking his lips as he stared at Aragorn's. The touch had been familiar yet foreign. He had his share of partners, but none had been human and not many had been male.

It had been gentle in a way that words could not explain and it had held a dark foreboding of the future, one that made clear that Legolas would soon shatter the young king's heart beyond repair.