Arwen laughed as the feast approached. She was on the lawn dancing softly
with Haldir and occasionally one of the hobbits and their children. She
smiled when she saw Aragorn and Legolas doing the same only Legolas would
pick up a young child and dance with him or her before giving the baby back
to its parents. It was a wonderful night, the stars brightly shining
through thick clouds and pushing them away. She some days wondered what it
would be like if Aragorn would go back to Gondor and produce an heir
setting back the line of kings but for now it could wait; for all their
friends from far and wide were gathering to head north to Gondor for a
celebration of Rivendell gaining an heir. Her heart screamed as she climbed
on the horse, with her husband to one side and her father to the other. She
saw Aragorn and Legolas on horses quite close to the other talking calmly
about something their eyes twinkling. She turned one way and saw the four
hobbits each climbing on to a horse with another rider be it man or elf.
She graciously nodded when she saw the leader start to move and followed
close behind, trailing while making their way to Gondor. It was going to be
quite a festival.
They arrived in Gondor no more then two days later and were greeted by the so-called rulers Farimir and Borimir. Farimir was a dear man, a god friend to Legolas and Aragorn. While Borimir was mostly interested in swooning the girls to his bed but now a little more kingly being threatened the throne by a ranger from the north. Arwen ran and hugged the two men and gleefully laughed as her son clung on to Farimir's shirt. Borimir laughed as Legolas and Aragorn came running over Aragorn wrapping his hand around Legolas's waist. Legolas smiled at Farmir's new jewelry dangling from his clothing. He bowed his head when Elrond and Haldir stepped out of the carriage. Elrond leaned his head forward signaling the boy could lift his head up. They quickly exchanged greetings before they began to get ready for the party.
"FARIMIR! Come over here brother and bring the elf and Aragorn!" The three of them made their way past the crew towards Borimir's voice. He was silently laughing at something. Legolas cocked his head and turned towards the direction he was starring. There they saw a set of drunken elves, Haldir dancing like a mad man while Elrond was just detectable stroking the side of one of Borimir's chefs. Aragorn's eyes widened as he saw something he never intended to see in all his years even as a Dunedain ranger. Elrond was kissing a young woman now, slightly older than Arwen yet much younger then he should have been kissing. Legolas laughed and pulled a small pouch of alcohol. He took a small sip his pouted lips taking in the sweet liquid. He held a hand out to offer some to Borimir, Farimir and Aragorn all taking a gracious sip. They were definitely going to need it if Elrond kept grinding his hips against the flushed cook in that manner.
Legolas grinned at the starry sky, his eyes unblinking against the silhouette of the tree he propped himself against. He felt a pair of warm hand wrap around his waist startling him from his revere. He saw Aragorn's steady focused eyes pinned on him. He shook his head slowly kissing him softly. It had been almost a full week and no sign of Aragorn deciding to do what Legolas begged him to do. He leaned his head against Aragorn's chest.
"Starring at your kingdom, Mela en' coiamin?" Aragorn laughed and shook his dark hair. He dug his head into Legolas's shoulder.
"I have told you before Legolas, I am not fit to be king. I cannot make decent decisions! You have seen my struggles even when we were mere children. I would need a person to help me, and I have none." Legolas looked at him strangely. What did he think Legolas was there for? Decoration? For crying out loud.
"What about me lirimaer? Am I not one good enough to help?" Aragorn hastily spoke shaking his head at Legolas's misunderstanding.
"Yes you are the perfect helper yet you must think and remember all the things we've done. How would you expect us to act in a royal court? The prince of Mirkwood and the king of Gondor dating? It would be an outrage to my people, even if it meant the world to me." He ran his hand over Legolas's jaw softly and held him close. He stroked the elf's hair softly till he heard his breath even out.
"Do you care? Or is it because I cannot give you what a woman can? A heir, Aragorn you should know I will do anything to make you happy, go through Mordor and back. Just ask me to do something Beleger and I shall do it." Aragorn pulled Legolas into a kiss, beginning soft and ending hard. He pulled away softly.
"Prove it A'maelamin. Give me what I want." Legolas laughed as the two of them tumbled into the room they shared each in utter bliss.
They arrived in Gondor no more then two days later and were greeted by the so-called rulers Farimir and Borimir. Farimir was a dear man, a god friend to Legolas and Aragorn. While Borimir was mostly interested in swooning the girls to his bed but now a little more kingly being threatened the throne by a ranger from the north. Arwen ran and hugged the two men and gleefully laughed as her son clung on to Farimir's shirt. Borimir laughed as Legolas and Aragorn came running over Aragorn wrapping his hand around Legolas's waist. Legolas smiled at Farmir's new jewelry dangling from his clothing. He bowed his head when Elrond and Haldir stepped out of the carriage. Elrond leaned his head forward signaling the boy could lift his head up. They quickly exchanged greetings before they began to get ready for the party.
"FARIMIR! Come over here brother and bring the elf and Aragorn!" The three of them made their way past the crew towards Borimir's voice. He was silently laughing at something. Legolas cocked his head and turned towards the direction he was starring. There they saw a set of drunken elves, Haldir dancing like a mad man while Elrond was just detectable stroking the side of one of Borimir's chefs. Aragorn's eyes widened as he saw something he never intended to see in all his years even as a Dunedain ranger. Elrond was kissing a young woman now, slightly older than Arwen yet much younger then he should have been kissing. Legolas laughed and pulled a small pouch of alcohol. He took a small sip his pouted lips taking in the sweet liquid. He held a hand out to offer some to Borimir, Farimir and Aragorn all taking a gracious sip. They were definitely going to need it if Elrond kept grinding his hips against the flushed cook in that manner.
Legolas grinned at the starry sky, his eyes unblinking against the silhouette of the tree he propped himself against. He felt a pair of warm hand wrap around his waist startling him from his revere. He saw Aragorn's steady focused eyes pinned on him. He shook his head slowly kissing him softly. It had been almost a full week and no sign of Aragorn deciding to do what Legolas begged him to do. He leaned his head against Aragorn's chest.
"Starring at your kingdom, Mela en' coiamin?" Aragorn laughed and shook his dark hair. He dug his head into Legolas's shoulder.
"I have told you before Legolas, I am not fit to be king. I cannot make decent decisions! You have seen my struggles even when we were mere children. I would need a person to help me, and I have none." Legolas looked at him strangely. What did he think Legolas was there for? Decoration? For crying out loud.
"What about me lirimaer? Am I not one good enough to help?" Aragorn hastily spoke shaking his head at Legolas's misunderstanding.
"Yes you are the perfect helper yet you must think and remember all the things we've done. How would you expect us to act in a royal court? The prince of Mirkwood and the king of Gondor dating? It would be an outrage to my people, even if it meant the world to me." He ran his hand over Legolas's jaw softly and held him close. He stroked the elf's hair softly till he heard his breath even out.
"Do you care? Or is it because I cannot give you what a woman can? A heir, Aragorn you should know I will do anything to make you happy, go through Mordor and back. Just ask me to do something Beleger and I shall do it." Aragorn pulled Legolas into a kiss, beginning soft and ending hard. He pulled away softly.
"Prove it A'maelamin. Give me what I want." Legolas laughed as the two of them tumbled into the room they shared each in utter bliss.