Authoress' note: Revelations! Revelations in this chapter! Haha, well... err... just part of it... But I do hope that it will be enough for you for i can't reveal to you yet the future of this story, okay?
trollalalala - Aww... You flatter me... Well, I hope you'll enjoy reading this chapter too. Although I think there's not much tension here, I'll make it up with the next chapter, or the chapter after this chapter, haha.
silmarlfan1 - Oooh... Don't worry, i'll keep going. :)
jemlou - If you were surprised with Thranduil the last time, I'm sure you will still be surprised with Thranduil in this chapter... or so I hope. Haha. I also hope that they will have a happy ending... haha. Peace! I'm happy you're enjoying my story, you're making me so happy. :) Thank you so much.
anonymous guest - My, my, aren't we a bit hyper? haha. Thank you for dropping by. hope you will enjoy this chapter too. :)
robinsmum - yes, i agree with you that there are just few good mpreg stories out there, and I'm quiet happy because you thought that this is one of them. awwww... thank you... I hope I won;t disappoint you... :)
another anonymous guest - Well, I think that the answer to your question regarding the relationship between Aragron and Legolas is here in this chapter, though not completely. :)
Abby - So many question, so many questions. but sadly i only have one answer: stay tune. Haha, for I won;t reveal anything! Bwahahaha!
Well, dear readers of mine, I hope this chapter will be worthy of your time. please enjoy and don;t forget to leave a review, okay?
Disclaimer - I don't own LOTR. This story is completely based on Margaret Moore's A Warrior's Passion
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This one time, Legolas' heart commanded.
Just this one time to be with Aragorn. This one time to love him, truly and completely. This one time to grasp a life's worth of happiness.
Legolas stepped back, and without a word, drew off his sash. It fell to the ground as Aragorn stared at him with desire-darkened eyes. "Legolas..."
"Love me, Aragorn," he pleaded fervently. "Love me now. Tonight."
Before Aragorn could refuse, Legolas shed off the rest of his clothes, and the next thing Aragorn knew, Legolas was standing in front of him, naked.
"We will be married," Aragorn promised as he reached out for Legolas.
Legolas smiled at this honourable man who would not take what he was offering without some kind of promise between them.
"I will always be yours," he replied softly, and truthfully, hoping it would be enough.
"Legolas!" Aragorn swept him into his arms and laid him on the bed. In another instant, Aragorn had also shed off his clothes and was beside Legolas.
"I love you with all my heart, mate-to-be," Aragorn murmured, pressing feather-light kisses upon Legolas' forehead and cheeks. "I am yours forever."
"Shh," Legolas hushed, tears threatening to fall out from his eyes. "Later. We will speak of these things later."
Even though Legolas knew full well that there would be no later for them. Just this one time.
Aragorn wanted to love him slowly, this first time. He wanted to enjoy every moment of their intimacy, to savour every touch, and sigh and moan. He revelled in the feel of Legolas' naked flesh beneath his palm, and the sensation of Legolas' lips upon his.
His lips left Legolas' to trail down along the pulse of the elf's neck, and then lower until his mouth captured the elf's rosy nipple. Flicking his tongue delicately, he thrilled when Legolas arched against him, his breathing fast and shallow.
Still, Aragorn continued, moving lower.
Legolas put his hands on either side of Aragorn's head. "What -?" Legolas gasped as he instinctively parted his legs to give Aragorn more room. Her murmured his name, sounding unsure and yet excited, too.
"Let me do this," Aragorn murmured gently. "Let me pleasure you, my love."
Legolas' breath seemed to catch in his throat as Aragorn continued, his breathing grew more hoarse and his hips moved instinctively as Aragorn slowly entered him, his undulating movement exciting him, too.
No one had ever aroused Aragorn so, and even the thought of them not formally wed or even betrothed and Legolas might get with his child – as was the gift of the males of the firstborn, did not compelled him to stop. On the contrary, it filled him with even more desire for this elf who was his, who would always be his, as he was Legolas' forever.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried out, arching and bucking in the throes of an ecstasy that matched Aragorn's, his pulsating muscles what little impetus Aragorn needed to reach the apex.
Aragorn growled with purely primitive release, and then collapsed against Legolas, breathing hard.
He realized Legolas was crying.
Very gently he pulled away and lay beside him. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," Aragorn said with genuine remorse. "I fear I may have been to... hasty."
Legolas brushed his tears away and smiled tremulously. "You didn't hurt me. I was crying because I'm happy."
Aragorn smiled with relief, knowing well the explanation for those tears.
"Legolas," he said gravely, "you know I have been with other lovers." He lifted Legolas' hand and kissed his fingertips. "But they are all forgotten now, and I will never want another. Only you.
Legolas looked away. "If... if something were to happen to me, you would surely find someone to take my place."
Aragorn gently cupped his chin and turned his head to look into his eyes. "If something were to happen to you, there would be an empty place in my heart forever."
"Oh, Aragorn," Legolas cried softly, clinging to him. "I love you, but I'm not worthy of you!"
"Of course you are," Aragorn said, stroking Legolas' golden hair and feeling more content and happier than he had ever been in his life. "I love you, Legolas, and when you are my mate, I will make certain you never have such doubts again."
Legolas' only response was a ragged sigh while he continued to hold Aragorn tightly, as if he had fallen into the sea and he has come to save him.
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"What is it?" Limuel demanded upon hearing a knock on his door. He had just finished washing himself and was now wearing a fresh set of clothes.
"It is I, Thranduil. I would speak with you."
Limuel strode towards the door and pulled it open for the king. Thranduil entered his chamber.
"I have come to ask your pardon again for my son's behaviour."
"He shamed me, nor only in front of your subjects, but also in front of my warriors."
"Prince Limuel," Thranduil started, spreading his hands in a gesture of reconciliation, but was cut off by Limuel.
"And yet, I would still want to have him. He'll make a very fine consort for me." Limuel said as he sat on a chair in front of the fire, not looking at the king as he gently combed his hair.
"I have spoken with my son, and he is aware that he acted most improperly to his soon-to- husband."
Limuel gave Thranduil a sidelong glance. "Tell me, king Thranduil. Will he be willing to do what his 'husband' commands of him?"
"Of course." Thranduil replied firmly.
"So you say."
Limuel put his comb down before he elegantly stood up and slowly faced Thranduil. They stared at each other for a while, Thranduil with his confused glare, and Limuel with his cold and seemingly bored stare. Neither one moved nor made a sound, only the crackling of the fire woods on the hearth could be heard. A moment of silence, then a smile slowly crept on Limuel's lips. Thranduil felt Goosebumps on his spine.
"You have a beautiful son, Thranduil, and yet it is very obvious that you and your people think otherwise. Why is that?"
If Thranduil was taken aback by the question, he did not show it. He just took a breath and released a heavy sigh, as if contemplating his answer.
"He is different. Not... male enough to look at. For an ellon he surely looks like an ellith. And it's just... disgusting."
"Disgusting? I don't think so. I think that there's more to it that this reasoning of yours," Limuel said as he slowly walked towards Thranduil, like a lion who was silently approaching its prey.
Thranduil never broke eye contact with the Saxon until they stood face to face. "What are you trying to imply?" The king asked warily.
"What I'm implying is that, I believe, that this disgust is just a way for you to hide your fears," and Limuel's smile grew into a predatory grin when Thranduil's eyes narrowed. "My dear soon-to-be father-in-law, do not think me a fool. I know you knew the moment he was born into this world, that his fate will be bound to the Saxons, and so you feared." Then Limuel slowly circled around the king, eyeing him as a predator would a prey. "And by that fear, you decided to hide your love with disgust and loathing. And to make things more convincing, you included your whole realm into this play of yours. Am I not right, my king?" Limuel stated as he stopped in front of the Thranduil, amusement written all over his face as Thranduil clenched his jaw tightly, not meeting his eyes.
"Nonsense! He is the reason why my wife died, and her death was all in vain, giving birth to a son whose beauty is that of a maiden!"
Limuel just chuckled at Thranduil's reply. The king looked sharply at the Saxon. "I think I should bid you a good night now." And with that, Thranduil quickly strode out of the chamber.
Limuel released a slow, calm sigh, before he whispered to no one in particular, "don't worry King Thranduil, I will surely take care of your precious treasure..."
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Legolas lay warm in Aragorn's arms, drifting off on the edge of a dream.
A dream of being Aragorn's mate.
He let himself forget that he was secretly promised to another, and that there was nothing he could do, for the sake and the safety of his home.
Images of Beithris in Aragorn's arms filled his mind. How fine a father he would be! How much he wanted he could bear him his children.
What if he was blessed by the Valars and was already with child.
The thought made him wide awake.
If so, he would keep the knowledge to himself, and press for an early wedding to Prince Limuel after Aragorn had rode home to Gondor. He would hide the loss of his virginity, as well as the true identity of the child's sire. That would be his special and most cherished secret.
Aragorn stirred beside him and Legolas gazed at the Gondorian's handsome face, and with cautious fingers, he delicately traced the outline of his strong, stubbled jaw.
He should wake him. He must not be found here with him, or seen leaving either. If that happened, questions would be asked, answers demanded, and Aragorn could learn of his betrothal.
He knew full well that Aragorn would feel deceived and betrayed if he found out that he led him to believe that he was free to become his mate.
But he could not bear to send him away just yet. A little more time in his arms, that was all he needed.
He remembered Aragorn said that he wanted to speak with his father first, and for that, he was grateful. That way, Aragorn would learn of his betrothal before he was to return to Mirkwood, and Legolas would not have to see the anger in his lover's eyes when he learned of his deceit. He would not have to destroy his love with his own words.
Aragorn stirred again, turning in his arms with a smile on his face and opening his eyes to look at Legolas with such tenderness it made the elf's heart ache anew.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered before kissing him passionately.
Legolas nestled against Aragorn, then lifted Aragorn's hand and kissed his palm. "You should leave, Aragorn," he said with genuine regret.
Aragorn slowly shook his head. "Not yet, my love," he said before pulling Legolas to him for another fervent kiss.
It took all Legolas' effort to stop. "You must go, Aragorn, before you are discovered here," he said as firmly as he could.
"I'm not used to skulking around in shadows," Aragorn remarked, sitting up and putting his feet on the floor so that his back was to Legolas. "I am not a dishonourable rogue who takes his pleasure slyly. I would far rather declare our love to your father at once."
Legolas put his arms around Aragorn and laid his head against his naked back, feeling the man's tense frustration. "I know, but you yourself said we should be cautious. As for any dishonour, it is my fault yu are here, for I did not have the strength to send you away.
"No, legolas, I did not have the strength to leave you."
"What's done is done, Aragorn, and I will have no regrets."
"Nor I," Aragorn said. He looked back to give Legolas a wry look. "My cousin says that secrecy increases his ardour. I must say, I think he's mad. But if we must be secretive, we must."
Then sighing, Aragorn stood and looked around Legolas' little talan as he drew on his breeches. "This is very neat and tidy, Legolas. But it must have been lonely for you, too, living by yourself."
"It is," Legolas confessed, hungrily savouring this near-domestic moment as a man might his last meal on Arda.
"It was," Aragorn corrected. "You will never be lonely again, I promise you."
He was going to be more lonely than he had ever thought possible when Aragorn was gone. Rising, he handed him his tunic and reached for his own clothes.
Aragorn attempted to adjust his clothes, but to no avail, so Legolas went to his aid. This time, he did not rush. He allowed his fingers to caress Aragorn's taut, muscular torso.
:By Elbereth, Legolas, I do not want to leave you!" Aragorn whispered again, reaching for him, but he deftly avoided the man's grasp.
"You cannot linger here," he reminded him.
Aragron sighed ruefully, "and I used to pride myself on my self-command." He glanced down at his new garments. "I wonder what Boromir will say when I come home with these new clothes."
"He will be impressed, I'm sure."
Aragorn pulled him close. "Nor nearly as impressed as when I bring home my intended," he murmured with another tender smile. "I don't want to go."
"Aragorn, the day would be long for me, too," he whispered.
"I will see you at the hall tonight, won't I?" Aragorn asked.
"Of course.'
Legolas embraced him, loving him, drawing strength form his presence, nomatter how short-lived it must be.
"You... you had best get on your way," Legolas stammered, stepping back.
"Very well," Aragron said with obvious reluctance, and with Legolas' next words, he grew tense.
"Will you come to me again yonight?"
A moment of silence, then Aragorn pressed his lips on Legolas' hair in a gesture of farewell. "I shall come to you tonight."
Reluctantly, he let Aragorn pull away and go to the door.
Aragorn peeked outside. "We are in luck. There is a mist this morning. Until tonight, my love."
Then, with a small smile, he silently slipped away.
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Later that night, lying in the darkness of Legolas' talan, sweat-slicked and spent, Aragorn put his arm about Legolas to hold the elf against him.
"You did not even give me time to say hello," he murmured wryly, for the elf ambushed him the moment he entered the dwelling.
"Time is gold," Legolas replied, nuzzling the man's neck.
"Well, I must say I'm flattered," Aragorn said, brushing back a strand of golden hair from Legolas' delicate face. "No one has ever... attacked me... with zeal."
"No?"
Aragron laughed softly. "No. Trust me, I would remember. "Then his laugh grew more boisterous.
"What is it?" Legolas inquired, raising himself at his elbow to look at Aragorn. "What amuses you so?"
"Boromir would not believe me if I told him."
Legolas' brow furrowed. "Why not?" He asked.
"He claims I lack passion – I think I did, until you inspired it within me."
Legoals laid back down, and drew n=intricate designs of Aragorn's chest with his fingertips. "Tell me about your family," he asked softly.
"Legolas," Aragorn sighed, caressing the elf lazily. "I'm just but a man and tire so easily. You will meet then soon enough anyway."
"But I would know all about them before then. Please Aragron?"
Aragorn sighed again, but with patient forbearance. "What would you like to know?"
"Everything!" Legolas said eagerly.
"That would take all night."
"I can spare some of my eternity."
"But I must be rested to haggle with your father again tomorrow.
"Please, Aragorn!" He pleaded.
"Very well," Aragorn agreed, "but in exchange, you will tell me of your family's story tomorrow night. We would exchange stories alternately every night until either I've made an agreement with your father, or there is no more to tell."
"I fear my family stories won't be entertaining," he murmured.
Aragorn lifted his shoulders to lightly kiss the tip of Legolas' nose. "If you do not want to tell me, I will not force you. I have seen enough to surmise that your life has been far more difficult than it should have been. Take heart my dearest love! Those days are over now."
"Tell me about Boromir," Legolas urged with a catch on his voice Aragorn did not hear as he lay before him in the dark.
tbc...
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Chapter 14 up! See you next week for chapter 15. Hopefully i won't get lazy, haha. Just pray for me, okay?