Note: None of these are my characters. This fic contains slash between Aragorn and Legolas! Elvish speech is in ''. Takes place a few hours after the last chapter.

Restraint

Legolas was very ill, now. He refused to talk to Aragorn, and that had only brought him more grief. His fever had spiked again, but if Aragorn and Gimli both had not threatened to tie him down, the feverish elf would have insisted that they keep searching for Merry and Pippin.

Aragorn was seriously worried, now. He knew that grief could kill elves. But Legolas wouldn't say a single word to him anymore. He knelt beside the elf had changed the cool cloth on his forehead to a fresh one.

Gimli watched the two of them silently. He was beginning to suspect there was something between the two he gazed at. Ever since Aragorn had said that Legolas didn't know what he was saying, when Legolas had said that he loved him, the elf had not even looked at the human. Except to scowl at him.

Legolas turned his face away from Aragorn, who sighed. The human was trying to give him fresh Lyra, as well as some broth and water.

'Must you be so stubborn, Legolas? I do not wish to force you to turn back this way so I can treat you, but I will if I must,' he said quietly in Elvish.

Silence was the only answer he got.

Aragorn reached out with an empty hand and gripped the elf's flushed face. He forced Legolas to look at him.

Legolas closed his eyes stubbornly.

Aragorn had had about enough of this. He splashed water from his water bag onto the elf's face.

'Hey!' Legolas choked out, glaring at Aragorn. He opened his eyes, scowling.

Aragorn was pleased with himself now. 'At least I know you're still alive, now,' he said pointedly.

Legolas was furious. He grabbed Aragorn's arms and yanked him down. His body betrayed him, as Legolas hissed, 'Don't you dare do that again, Estel.'

Gimli froze. Legolas sounded really angry. He glanced over and was not entirely surprised at what he saw. Aragorn was draped halfway across Legolas, as the elf glared at him.

Aragorn could see it in the angry green eyes of the elf who glared at him.

Lust… Desire… Anger…Love…

Legolas couldn't resist and pulled Aragorn close. He kissed him urgently, needing the physical contact as much as medicine. He moaned softly, bringing his hands up to Aragorn's face.

Aragorn was surprised when the elf kissed him suddenly. But he warmed up to it rather quickly, cupping the smooth, warm face of the blond archer. Legolas gave him another staggering kiss, which sent Aragorn's emotions on fire as well.

Gimli averted his gaze, before standing and quickly going… elsewhere. His suspicions had been confirmed, now. Something was definitely between the elf and the human. It looked like he would have to apologize to Aragorn, Gimli thought. And the elf, too, for Legolas had insisted that Aragorn had done nothing to him against his will.

Aragorn caught the elf's wrists in his hands.

Legolas moaned again. 'This is wrong…'

'Why do you say that?' Aragorn questioned, as he adjusted his grip, so that he now had two slender wrists in one hands. He gently traced the face of the elf partly beneath him.

'You don't love me…' Legolas's body was giving him away again, as he squirmed under Aragorn's touch.

Aragorn replied honestly, 'I care about you, as I care for Arwen.'

Legolas flinched at the mention of Arwen. 'And your vows…'

Aragorn kissed Legolas, silencing his protests.

A whimper came from the elf. 'Aragorn, don't,' he whispered. 'I can't… control…'

Aragorn purposefully slid his hands under the shirt that the elf wore, as he nipped at a pointed ear. 'Don't fight it, my Legolas. Let it out.' A tongue flicked the point of the ear.

It was an agony of bliss for Legolas. He reached for Aragorn, but his quickly receding fever was impairing him slightly. Aragorn removed his hands long enough to take off his shirt and cloak, as well as the elf's.

Legolas protested with his eyes, before Aragorn's body covered his again. All the way, this time.

The kisses began again, gentle at first, but growing harder with desire as each came and went.

Legolas was in a swirl of fiery emotions, as Aragorn tormented him, before he slipped a single hand inside of the leggings that the blond Elven Prince wore.

A hoarse gasp sounded before the leggings were removed. Aragorn then took off his own.

Legolas attempted to wrest control again, and the ailing elf managed to gain it. He forgot everything save for this, right now. Nimble fingers soon had Aragorn aflame with desire as well, but the human pinned the straining elf down, who was uttering soft cries.

Aragorn went to work, thinking only of what Legolas needed but would not ask for. His own desires were forgotten, as the human concentrated on his lover. Nothing mattered right now, except for this.

Man and Elf fit together perfectly, as they reached ecstasy together, and began again. They panted hard, as their emotions swirled even more.

Legolas took control again the second time, trying to be gentle, until Aragorn changed that.

'Let it out, Legolas, for I can see that you want to,' the human whispered. 'I can handle it.'

Legolas was uncertain of that, but his need outweighed his uncertainty. That, and Aragorn's cries of pleasure sent Legolas over the edge. So he began torturing the human a bit roughly, nipping a bit sharply here and there.

Aragorn winced slightly, but found it very erotic, as Legolas pleasured him. The human was envious of all who had shared this experience before he had. The Elven prince was a masterful lover, who had incredible stamina.

Aragorn removed the elf's control after Legolas finished, taking the slender wrists in one hand again. Exquisite torture began on the fine, Elven body with the other hand.

Legolas whimpered again, weakly trying to break free. But he really didn't want to, as Aragorn's rough hand traveled his entire body, before turning him over.

Their cries of pleasure shattered the silence around them.

Gimli heard them, as he sat beside the nearby lake. The dwarf figured that they were done, now, so he headed back to the camp.

There, he saw an incredible sight.

Aragorn and Legolas were still going at it.

The dwarf watched for a few moments, as the two would take turns teasing each other with skillful hands, before fulfilling what they started.

Legolas lay panting in Aragorn's arms, his energy spent, as he turned towards Aragorn. The human was breathing hard as well, and bestowed a gentle kiss on the lips of his lover.

No words were said now, for it would have shattered the spell that was over them now. Contentment and love. But words would eventually have to be spoken, and someone would get hurt.

Legolas fell asleep, pressed against Aragorn, who stroked the blond hair off of the elf's face. He then touched the smooth face and was relieved to see that it was much cooler now. After grabbing their cloaks and draping them over himself and Legolas, Aragorn fell asleep as well, too weary to care who came across them. As he drifted off to sleep, Aragorn's last thought was of how right it felt for Legolas to be in his arms.

A funny feeling came over Gimli as he watched the two come together and finally collapse into sleep.

The dwarf would never admit it, but he had been aroused by the tenderness of what he had just witnessed.

To be continued