Chapter Four - Homewrecker

Exhausted, they lay in bed gently stroking each other. Legolas turned to Aragorn and gingerly ran his fingers through the man's dark mass of hair. He came to a sudden stop as Aragorn clutched his hand and holding it tightly, pulled it to his chest.

"There is something I must tell you," quoth the Ranger, "I came not just for Elrond's birthday, I came also for his daughter."

Legolas sat up suddenly, his eyes wide. "Arwen?"

"Yes, Arwen." His eyes shifted to the floor as he continued. "We met some time ago and bonded instantly. It was nothing expected, simply something that happened." Legolas rose from the bed, grabbing his clothes and quickly dressing as the tears began to form in his eyes. "Legolas, please do not be hurt. We had been separated for what seemed like an eternity..."

"It had been but several months!"

"The months were long, and you were far away. I mean not to cause you pain, I love you still, but to her I must give my heart for she has given me her's."

"It is because she is female, is it not?"

Aragon turned quickly to look him in his dripping eyes. "It is not. There are many reasons why."

"What are they then?" He asked, wiping the tears from his face.

Aragon turned away and thought for a moment. "There are many," he said finally, "I need not tell you what they are."

"You say you love her, and yet you invited me into your bed?!"

"I was tired and weary from my journey. I could not resist. Do not blame me for my weakness. I will no longer take advantage of your hospitality. I must go to her," he said as he rose to leave.

"Leave then!" Legolas yelled as he hurled Aragon's boots at his head.

"Ow!"



Chapter Five - Comfort

Legolas sat on the edge of his bed in tears, when suddenly an elfin head popped in the door. It was Namalon son of Namalot of Namadell. "Are you alright, Legolas?"

He jerked his head up to see the intruder. "Namalon..." he uttered miserably. "What are you doing here?"

"I was summoned to the room of Elrond, but his door was locked, and an old boot lay outside." Namalon sat on the bed next to Legolas. "What troubles you so?"

The tears that had just ceased, began to flow again, this time so forcefully that he was barely able to speak. "Ara....he....gone....female....loved me not..."

"I do not understand."

He slowly regained his composure. "Aragorn left me for the Lady Arwen."

"Aragorn?"

"Yes, Aragorn. He said he loved me I gave him my innocence....well not really....there were others before," Legolas turned dreamily away and reflected back on his past loves, "The wizard was the first. Before he was Gandalf the Grey he was a strong and fit fellow with long wavy dark hair...much like my Aragorn...." His body once again was wracked with sobs.

"There, there, cry not, " Namalon said as he stroked Legolas' long hair.

"Alright, I shall be strong.... like Josephine my second love. She too was eaten by trolls, just like my mother, but under much different circumstances. It was her own fault really, she poked them many times with a pointed stick, taunting them with foolish remarks about their weight." A confused look spread over Namalon's face, but disapeared as Legolas continued. "Then there was my hobbit. I knew not his name, for we met only once, on the hills outside of Riverdell. What a glorious night that was. His large hairy feet pressing firmly into my chest with every thrust..."

"Yes, yes Legolas. Sounds quite glorious..."

"But he too left me, as did all the others whom I have ever loved. Shall I never be loved again? Shall I be alone for ever? Void of any meaningful contact?"

Namalon shifted his hand down to the small of Legolas' back. "No, you shall not."