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His lips parted in a wrenching, soundless cry that would have been impossible to hear even over the havoc of the battle around them. Heedless of the enemies or the friends that came or called to him, he spurred forward, taking strength from the horrific sight before him. He would reach Aragorn in time; he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did not.

His heart cried out as did his mind as he watched the man he loved, his husband, and struggle against the foot that wanted to crush the life out of him.

Fight him, Estel! Hold on for me, my beloved! I am coming!

Legolas!

The cry was frightened as Aragorn struggled to try and wiggle out of underneath the heavy foot of the troll. He wondered if his heart would stop for it was beating so rapidly.

Aragorn!

With a gut wrenching cry, Aragorn plunged his dagger into the troll's foot, causing the beast to howl and retreat as a cry went up around them, ignored by the two lovers as Legolas rushed to Aragorn. "The eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!"

The man sat panting, struggling to rise as one arm was wrapped around his no doubt bruised chest. Legolas' arm around his husband's shoulder hauled Aragorn up. For a moment the not yet crowned King allowed the elf to support his weight and the grey fearful eyes stared up into his mate's without hesitation or barrier between them.

The next moment the cry rose again. "The Eagles are coming!"

They broke away and stood back to back, eyes scanning the skies for the big birds that attacked the Nazgûl, making the wraiths screech in terror. Legolas' knife was twisting in his hands as he looked around at the orcs. Around them, the Men of the West had returned to fighting with renewed spirit.

The elf's eyes searched for any other familiar face; of those he considered friends and brothers in arms. Aragorn was doing the same on his other side as the man muttered, "Why are they not attacking? Has Frodo succeeded in his task then?"

Abruptly, the Nazgûl changed directions as Sauron's eye swivelled north. Gasps went up around them, and Legolas knew something had happened, even if he didn't know what yet. Aragorn was staring up at the sky with a puzzled expression until, with a resounding cry, around them, the orcs attacked again.

Legolas lost sight of Aragorn, even as he struggled to remain near his lover's side; he was pulled away by the ferocity of the attackers. He stabbed, blocked, parried and thrust. He spun, ducked and killed anybody who stood in his way.

He could see a flash of dark hair, as Aragorn launched himself into a spin to kill one of the orcs. The man's eyes were calm, even as the battle raged further.

It was perhaps a second later that it happened. The earth shuddered, a tremor that made even the sure footed Legolas lose balance. The elf righted himself to see a sight he knew he would never forget. The earth shuddered again and then the tower in front of them, the dark tower of Barad-dûr shattered.

The tower collapsed inwards, the gigantic eye shrieking and then it simply exploded, sending shock waves through the land. Legolas' heart soared as the silence settled around them. The battle had been fought, and they had won.

His eyes met those of Aragorn's as the whole army began to cheer. The orcs and other dark creatures fled as their leader was destroyed by the unmaking of the Ring.

Everything else around them ceased to exist, the sounds of the cheering, the tortured cries of the orcs as they fled and died. Yet to Legolas' ears they didn't matter, as he moved forward, as if in a dream. He only had eyes for Aragorn as, around them, their companions cheered and embraced, too stunned to believe in their victory.

The man turned to him and, in that moment, there were no barriers to separate them. They were not King and Prince, or elf and mortal man. No they were lovers, husbands, loved ones, intertwined and never to be separated again unless the Valar themselves came down to earth to separate them.

The moment was overpowering him and, in that moment, he felt the full force of the bond press upon his mind, drawing him irrevocably to Aragorn's side. If he hadn't been in love with the man already, he would have been now because of the same emotion which was reflecting in the eyes which were dearer to him than his own life.

He could feel Aragorn's mind and then, before he knew it, there was no space separating them and his arms were around Aragorn's shoulders without a conscious thought. His lips were responding to their companion's by pressing them together, moving with a slowness and tenderness that would have left him in tears had he any mind to think at all.

He ceased to exist as an individual and only existed as an half of a whole piece. His heart beat in time with Aragorn's and, as he opened his eyes, he found himself looking at Aragorn, only to see himself reflecting in the grey depths.

His tongue caressed Aragorn's as their teeth moved together. He could feel the warmth soak into his clothing as he felt the arms tighten around his waist. His mind was no longer his own, but shared, and in that moment, he knew Aragorn just as well as he knew himself.

His dreams and desires were laid bare and judged but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the mouth moving against his own, the sweetness that trickled into his mind, and the feeling of belonging and Legolas knew he was home.

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Neither of them were aware of the passing of time, or that people around them were still cheering, though some were looking at them, mouths hanging open. At first, they didn't recognize the aloof elf that was showing such a passionate and carefully hidden side of himself as his lips sucked, kissed, nibbled and did all the things only lovers did.

And Lord Aragorn, yet to be crowned King of Gondor though his people had already chosen him, was not pushing the elf away but kissing him back with equal passion. Their eyes were closed and they only seemed to exist to one another, all others forgotten.

To the trained eyes, they seemed to glow with a hidden light and, if anybody had any doubts of them belonging together, it was erased in this rare moment. Many felt uncomfortable with the love that was displayed as two lovers who had fought for so long finally saw their struggle coming to an end.

They had fought and lived to see a new world. A new world which would belong to them and in which they could not be separated. Despite all odds, they had survived and they had been together, right through till the very end.

Gimli, son of Gloin laughed as he turned from the great sight to search for his elven friend only to find said friend locking lips with the future King. For a moment, the dwarf considered startling the two lovers, but when he saw the tears that stained both their cheeks, unseen by anybody who looked closely the dwarf merely smiled and allowed them a moment more, for peace would never leave them alone for long.

Gandalf leaned his staff on the ground before him, as one of the Great Eagles came to land in front of him. He needed to see to Frodo soon, but he could spare one last glance at the two loved ones that had sacrificed so much for this war and, as he climbed aboard the soft feathered eagle, he knew that this victory was for them as much as for anybody else.

"Uhm, is this supposed to happen?" Gimli glanced at the small hobbit who was, like him, watching the two inseparable and very busy lovers.

"Yes, lad, it is. You will need to be worried if they start kissing other people…"

Pippin's eyes grew wide as he stuttered, "But surely they aren't going to go around kissing people."

"No, of course not. They only kiss each other."

"But why?" Pippin looked puzzled, and Gimli wanted nothing more than to hit the hobbit over the head, but he feared he wouldn't be able to get any more pipe weed off the small creature. Everybody knew how grumpy dwarves became if they couldn't smoke a pipe after a big battle.

"Because they love each other, Pippin," the dwarf said patiently.

"But I care for Aragorn as well; does that mean I need to kiss him too?" Pippin looked nauseated and Gimli could not really blame the hobbit

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Legolas?

Yes, my beloved?

I think I need to breathe

Breathing is overrated…

That might be the case but I still require it…

Very well then.

With a small smile Legolas pulled away, easing his lips from Aragorn's. The man was flushed and breathed heavily, eyes sparkling with happiness. They had won, they were free, and the battle had been fought.

His eyes continued to stare into the eyes of his beloved husband, not seeing the awkward looks around them that were shared. They only had eyes for each other until Aragorn groaned. The man's eyes wrinkled in pain and Legolas reached out with a hand to support him, tearing his mind away from Aragorn's.

They both gasped with the sensation of being in their own bodies again and turned to look around. People around them were staring at them, many still too shocked with the recent horrors they had seen. Aragorn did not flush, though his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword as he gazed around at the people gathered around them, staring at them.

He caught the man's eyes as his beloved saw the destruction done around them. But that was not the reason the people were staring, as some soldiers shuffled uncomfortably, nudging one another. The next moment, Legolas saw as Aragorn flushed and groaned so softly that even his elven hearing could not locate it.

Estel, what is the matter?

I know why they are staring at us. They have seen us kissing…

Legolas failed to grasp why this would horrify the man so. In time they would learn of the one their King loved, but Aragorn had always been a private person by nature. He had learned to guard his heart when he was with his own people and he knew how they viewed males that were attracted to other males; it was frowned upon.

And why does that concern you?

For a moment, he felt a flash of anger and annoyance as Aragorn snapped, You know why. You do not know how these humans view us. I am supposed to lead them. They think it is disgusting and wrong for two people to find love with the same sex…

And do you feel the same way?

This time there was a brief flash of hurt and Legolas could see the nearly silver eyes darken as Aragorn replied after a moment, How can you think that? Would I have approached you otherwise?

Legolas felt shame rise quickly in him. His husband was right. He had been the one to turn Aragorn away, to claim the man did not know about such a love. That he was too young to know about it…

What he fool he had been. They could have had more years than they had now, and he could have saved himself and not to mention Aragorn a lot of heartache. But it was no use to truly feel remorse over thing that could not be changed. He marched over to Aragorn, closing the distance between them as he took his beloved's hand and gave a curt nod when Éomer gave him a curious glance.

The young King of Rohan merely raised an eyebrow, and then glanced back at Aragorn before he ordered his men to take the wounded back to the campsite. Aragorn was staring up into the skies. "Gandalf will return with Frodo soon." The man's voice was hoarse that Legolas grew worried.

"Yes, he will," The elf merely offered.

"Then let us return to the camp… I need to get my supplies ready for when they arrive."

"You need to rest, Aragorn."

"Then let us rest while we wait until our friends join us." And as Legolas led Aragorn away, he knew that it might be a long time before he had his human for himself.

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