I do not own Lord of the Rings.

I do own my OCs.


XLIX


Jupiter had been very tempted to tell Anthony what his surname is.

However, he kept his mouth shut.

Even though the man was rather confused that he brushed off his odd reaction, Jupiter knew that this wasn't the time to tell him. Right when Anthony was going to ask about it, a nurse came over with paperwork for him to sign and the conversation was luckily forgotten.

Tony sighed as he scribbled on the second page of the pile of papers pinned to the clipboard, "This entire thing is a mess and it's only going to get messier after Cana is better. There's getting Minerva in jail, the damages in the apartment, the bills..."

"Hey," Jupiter placed a hand on his shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze, "I know that even before this you've had it rough, and if you seriously need it, I can help out."

The young father paused in reading the next lines of words on the paper and looked at Jupiter with furrowed brows. The gears were shifting in his head before something clicked, his eyes nearly bulging as they widened. He spluttered for a moment before shaking his head vigorously, "No. No way. I can't- You've already done so much, I can't do that, plus you're just a kid, you need your money for college-"

"Anthony, I pay my own bills alongside my best friend. I was lucky enough to find a job as a waiter that gives amazing paychecks and tips, but still, sometimes that isn't enough and I struggle. Even when I do struggle, I don't ever use the money my parents passed down to me unless it's an emergency. The first time I've ever touched it was for the hospital bills when Manny almost died..."

Jupiter moved his hand away before leaning back in his seat, "In my opinion, this is an emergency. I don't mind helping you, I really don't, but it's on you if you want the help or not."

Tony bit his bottom lip as he looked down, tapping his pen in a rhythmic manner before shaking his head again, "I... I don't know. Are you sure? You're not screwing with me?"

"I'd never mess with you like that, especially in this situation."

He took a deep breath, "Okay... Okay, I'll... I have to think about this."

"Sure, no worries."


Legolas isn't one for snooping...

But he had been completely and utterly bored and had nothing better to do, so it was his last resort.

Earlier on during the day, he had been rather upset with the news that Jupiter had rushed out before leaving in a hurry. It stayed like that for some hours until Jupiter finally called all of them to say that the doctor arrived, telling them that Cana will be alright after suffering a concussion and extreme blood loss. It was a miracle, really. Relieved and still a little worried, Legolas separated from the group, trailing up the stairs and into the bedroom.

He ended up rifling through his and Jupiter's shared closet before smiling and pulling out the tie-dyed white hoodie that he remembers his husband wearing a long time ago. He can still clearly remember when he had worn it, it was the morning after the night terror incident and it was also the morning where the more intimate side of their relationship began. Legolas couldn't help, but bury his face into the dyed fabric and take a deep breath. It still smelt like Jupiter.

Moving on, he took off his pants to leave himself in his boxers before slipping on the hoodie. He sighed in satisfaction upon immediately being surrounded by soft fabric. He can see why Jupiter wears these all the time, they feel wonderful.

As he made his way to Jupiter's desk, he unknotted his braids before running his fingers through the freed hair. He plops down onto the computer chair and found himself spinning on it a couple of times before stopping himself in order to focus on the black screen before him. Pulling his legs up so that they were crossed with his feet underneath him, he turned on the machine the same way he had done before on the computer downstairs.

Immediately, it began starting up and he watched patiently as it loaded before the starting screen appeared, which held a simple background of mountains and sunset, and a picture from his and Jupiter's first date above the word 'Pyro' in the middle of everything. Chuckling to himself as he recalled that date, he clicked on the screen to enter-

There is a password.

He tried the one Jupiter had used on the computer downstairs, but it ultimately failed. Cursing to himself, he typed in many words. All words relating to fire, chocolate, science, and other things that he liked, but no such luck. The only thing he has gotten out of his trial and error was a hint. All the hint was, was a heart. A heart. How does that help at all? What in the world does a heart mean?

...Oh.

Hesitantly, he typed in his own name.

"Excuse me?" He said out loud incredulously when it was still incorrect, brows furrowed, "Of course, he wouldn't make it obvious..."

He tried, 'Doll'.

...'My doll.'

He huffs, now getting increasingly frustrated. Taking a moment to think, his eyes scanned the contents laying on the desk... He perks up when his gaze stops at a piece of paper with notes scribbled on it and a pen laying on top of it.

He tries, 'My One.'

"Damn it!" He cursed before quickly typing another out of anger:

'Legolas is my One.'

"...Well, then." Legolas blinked owlishly, utterly pleased with himself when it went through and took him straight into the account.

Relieved that he didn't have to go through the frustration of trying to figure out the password, he placed his hand on the mouse. He pauses before he clicks on an icon, frowning to himself. This... is an invasion of privacy. This is extremely invasive and the time where he had accidentally invaded in Jupiter's privacy is still engraved into his mind. Well... Many, many good things came out of it, but that was an accidental invasion. This, however, is intentional.

He sighs and shook his head to himself. No, he won't do it. Maybe he should play that game Jupiter has been playing more often. Whenever Legolas would see him playing it, he would curl up on his lap with a blanket wrapped around both of them and watch silently - only speaking up when asking a question or giving strategical tips of how he can progress further into the video game.

He turns on the game console and grabbed the controller. It may take him a while to learn how to use the strange device and the game, but he is sure he will do decently by the time Jupiter returns home.

...And then maybe along the way, he'll end up 'accidentally' clicking a few things.

So, after selecting the game - with little trouble - he spent most of his time in the version of the game where he played by himself. His character died many, many... many... many times, but after two hours of trial and error, there was one specific retry where something just clicked. His eyes zoned in on the screen in front of him and the skill he had acquired from his bow and arrow were passed onto the virtual gun in his character's hands. To put it simply...

He was nearly unstoppable at that point.

Currently, he was on round ten, the longest he has ever survived so far and was now at a particularly dark area that was difficult to see in with the lights on in the bedroom. He muttered angrily to himself as he furiously tapped the buttons with his thumbs, trying very hard to squint and ignore the glare that was on the screen.

"Damn!" He shouted to himself as the death screen appeared. Sighing, he set down the controller and stood up, tugging the hood onto his head as he exited the room.

Legolas withheld himself from stomping down the stairs. He is both annoyed at the game and annoyed at the fact that he was being annoyed by the game. Honestly, he was acting much too similar to Jupiter and he dearly hoped that it wasn't permanent. He loves him with all his heart, every bit of him, but Legolas doesn't think he can continue living with that kind of personality change.

Stopping at the end of the staircase, he pauses when he finds all eyes on him. He blinks, remembering that he was wearing Jupiter's clothes and was only wearing his undergarments...

...Meh.

He continued onto the kitchen and rifled through the cabinets until he found Jupiter's candy stash. He took a bag of gummy worms and after a moment of consideration, grabbed a bag of M&M's as well. Satisfied with the unhealthy treats he gathered, he made his way back upstairs while completely ignoring the eyes following him. Once he returned to the bedroom, he shut the lights off and sat down, ripping open the bag of gummies.

It was going to be a long night.


Jupiter sighed in pure and utter relief once he returned home, the exhaustion finally hitting him after the hospital scare. If he was this tired, he couldn't imagine how Anthony felt at this very moment. He hopes that he relieved at least a little of his stress with his offer.

Speaking of Anthony, he was actually the one who forced him to go home. It had been a few hours after the doctor came around to talk to them when he felt a small flare of irritation within him that seemed extremely foreign within his own body. It wasn't hard to deduce that it was Legolas feeling the irritation, which was strange since Jupiter was very far from the house... What could possibly make the even-tempered elf that annoyed? The temptation to text him was strong, but his phone had died long ago, so the mystery of it all worried him greatly. It was unsettling when the irritation grew stronger but never burst into anything more intense as time continued to tick on.

Tony had caught on to his concern, eventually asking what's gotten him so antsy. Although hesitant to answer at first, Jupiter reluctantly told him that he was just worried about his husband since he was gone for nearly the whole day and his phone had died - resulting in no communication to him. Anthony didn't even question the specific reason as to why he was worried, he only told him to go home. Jupiter refused at first, but the man had physically pushed him out of the hospital.

Kicking his shoes off to get some sort of relief from his sore feet, he stepped further into the living room to properly greet everyone. It was pretty late and it was surprising to see them still up and watching some random movie that Manny found on Netflix. Before he could even open his mouth, his best friend paused the film in order to look at him with a blank stare, "Something is wrong with your husband."

A shock of fear ripped through him at the blunt sentence, but he quickly calmed down his racing heart and his sudden need to find Legolas as soon as possible. From the looks on everyone's faces, whatever was wrong with him, it wasn't serious, "What do you mean?"

"I dunno," She shrugged. That helps. "But he was fine right before he went to your room. After, like, an hour, he came out in your clothes looking as if someone peed in his cereal, stole some of your candy, and went back upstairs."

"It's been quite some years since I saw him that vexed," Aragorn added. "It was strange that he didn't speak a word to us when he saw us, he only came for what he wanted and left. Even when he is like that, he would at least greet us..."

"You guys have any idea why?"

Manny snorted, "Not my job to find out."

"She means," Boromir gave the woman a scolding glance, "That we would rather not be subjected to his anger. I, especially, wish not to have a nose gushing with blood again."

Pippin had a contemplative look on his face, "But would it not make sense if he used his bow?"

"Or his blades," Merry added in.

"With the look on that elf's face, I'd say both of 'em." Gimli grumbled, "And his fists."

"But he uses his bow more often-"

Jupiter slowly backed away from the growing debate before booking it upstairs. He was not going to get involved in that. He has more important things to do, like find out what in the fuck has Legolas's panties in a twist.

He approached their bedroom door and placed a hand on the doorknob. He paused, taking a deep breath. Having faced an extremely pissed off elf once was enough to leave Jupiter afraid of making him that angry again. After a few more seconds, he opened the door and stepped inside.

"You mother fu-" The shout was abruptly cut off with a frustrated huff and an unintelligible mutter.

Jupiter watched, beyond surprised by what was presented before him. Somehow, Legolas had gotten into his computer and was now wrapped in a blanket on the chair, hoodie on his head, and knees pulled to his chest as he played the game before him. On the desk next to him was an empty bag of gummy worms and a bag of M&M's that has been barely touched.

He had no idea what to say to it all except, "Uhhh..."

Legolas visibly jumped, his thumb flying to the pause button on the controller and spinning around in the chair to face him with his bare feet coming down to touch the ground. He stared at his husband with wide eyes, all anger was gone from his face - including their bond - and he looked very sheepish. As if he had just been caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar, "Jupiter!... I, uh... I thought that you would return later tonight!"

"I felt you." The simple and blunt statement was dazed but he managed to shake it off for a moment in order to add, "And Legolas, it's literally one in the morning."

The elf looked at him in disbelief before turning back to the screen to see that the man was indeed correct. He chuckled sheepishly, "I must have lost track of time..."

Jupiter, by now, was completely out of his stupor, "Yeah, video games usually do that to you. But what's more important..." He walks up to him, leaning down until his hands were grasping the armrests after he stopped in front of him, "Is the fact that you managed to get into not only my lab computer but also my personal one, found my candy stash, 'n..." His eyes glanced over his shoulder, "Became a veteran at a game that you've played for only a few hours. Several at most."

"I apologize?" Legolas trailed off his words as more of a question than a statement, unsure of whether or not Jupiter was mad at him or not.

A wide smirk spreads across Jupiter's face, his hand reaching up to trail his fingers down his jawline before properly gripping his chin and mused, "Such a sneaky elf."

...Alright, Jupiter was definitely not mad at him.

The redness in Legolas's cheeks appeared to grow the longer Jupiter stared at him, admiring every detail that he has long since memorized on his face. His smirk reduced to a sad sort of smile and his mischievous gaze quickly turned loving, "I missed you." He whispered softly.

In an instant, blue eyes softened and an insistent fluttery sensation reigned upon his stomach, "Oh, my Jupiter, I have missed you as well."

Jupiter's brow rose, "You sure? You looked like you were havin' a lot of fun without me." He drawled out teasingly.

A laugh bubbled out of the immortal, shaking his head slightly. Jupiter's smile widened as he watched the laughter continue to tumble out of him, insisting that he really did miss him. He cut off his jumbled words with a deep kiss and a low moan escaped Legolas almost immediately when a tongue met his. The ellon gripped the back of his neck as he returned the kiss whole-heartedly, reveling in the sensation of Jupiter's hand trailing down to his waist and caressing it.

When Jupiter's neck and back started to hurt from leaning down for too long, he pulls away. Planting one final kiss on top of his head, he straightened up, "Alrighty, get up, we're sharin' the chair." He said as he stripped down to his boxers as well, keeping himself in his black hoodie. There was a small part of him that absolutely adored the fact that they were pretty much matching.

Legolas eagerly stood up as the man tossed his pants and hat to a random direction, sitting down before grabbing the elf by the waist to pull him down as well. A small yelp escaped him at the sudden jerk, his hood falling off his head. Jupiter grinned, brushing away strands of blonde hair from his face before pecking his lips and locking his arm around his waist, "Okay, show me how far you've gotten so far, sug'."

Nodding, the archer got comfortable in his lap, sitting sideways as he usually did on it so he was able to look at Jupiter and kiss him freely when he felt the need to do so and to look at the screen with no trouble. He started the game again, beginning to explain how he managed to overcome certain obstacles and which obstacles he still has to get through despite how far he was in the rounds. Jupiter listened intently, hand absentmindedly massaging the inside of his bare, smooth thigh - which distracted Legolas enough to stumble over his words and nearly kill his character.

Spending time with Jupiter like this was a lovely distraction from the e-mails he had seen earlier on.

The thought of them broke his heart... But he could not imagine how it felt for Jupiter to see them as well.


Oof, I wished this was longer, but oh well. Hopefully, some exciting things will start happening in the next chapters. :D

...time for my nap k bai