Note: Ok, so I didn't know that Aragorn was raised by Elrond. I've only
seen the movie. *sweatdrops* And I fixed part 2 already, about the sword.
Look right above the line 'Guard yourself and Legolas as you can, and ride
ahead of us.' The elf who said that to Aragorn tosses his sword to him. Ok,
these characters don't belong to me. This story may not be all fact.
Shounen ai between A/L. Elvish language has ' '. Tunic = kind of dress
robe. I have created two separate Stranger Series, since I got reviews
requesting major changes.
Strangers
Part 3
A.J. Matthews
Legolas opened his eyes slowly to look around. He saw that he was inside of a white room. His fever was gone, and his back ached a little. He still felt a little weak and wore a white tunic.
Aragorn lay in the bed beside Legolas. His eyes were closed in sleep. Legolas watched him for a few moments before standing.
He walked over to Aragorn and peered down at him. 'Aragorn?' he whispered.
Aragorn stretched out his arms in his sleep, and grabbed hold of Legolas's shoulders. To the elf's surprise, Aragorn pulled him down and kissed him in his sleep.
Legolas savored the warm kiss, responding to it. Aragorn's eyes suddenly opened.
Their eyes met as their lips were locked together.
They pulled apart quickly.
'Why were you kissing me, Legolas?' Aragorn asked.
'I wasn't kissing you,' Legolas said defensively. 'You kissed me." His face was red.
'I did not,' Aragorn said. Then he realized his hands were holding onto Legolas tightly. 'Sorry."
'It's all right.' Legolas looked at him. 'You're a good kisser, Aragorn.' He blushed.
'So are you.' He looked at the beautiful elf before him. He wanted to do a lot more than kiss Legolas, he admitted quietly. His hand reached out and swept the hair from Legolas's face and cupped his cheek softly.
Legolas said, 'I've never been kissed before. At least, until now.' He flushed again when he felt Aragorn's hand on his cheek. Legolas wanted to kiss him again. And do other things as well.
Aragon said quietly, 'Your fever is gone, Legolas.' His dark eyes met Legolas's green ones. 'How is your back?' He didn't remove his hand from Legolas's soft face.
'Better.' Legolas asked, 'And how is your shoulder?'
'Whole again, thanks to Lord Elrond.' Aragorn sat up on his bed and looked at Legolas. 'Sit down.'
Legolas did so. 'Aragorn?' he asked shyly.
'Yes?' Aragorn asked.
'Why are you still touching my face?' Legolas asked.
'Because your skin is flawless, unlike mortal skin,' Aragorn said. 'You are quite beautiful, Legolas.' He blushed slightly.
'I am?' Legolas asked. 'But you are the beautiful one. Wild and free, caring yet stubborn.' Legolas touched Aragorn's face. 'I see no ugliness in you, Aragorn.'
'You must know how attractive you are, Legolas. You are gentle and wise, as well as curious. Your hair shines like gold when the sun hits it. I am unworthy to even see your beauty, let alone kiss you." Aragorn started to remove his hand, when Legolas caught it.
'Never consider yourself unworthy, Aragorn,' Legolas stated as he pressed Aragorn's hand against his face. 'You saved my life, Aragorn, with no reason to help me when you did.'
Aragorn licked his lips softly and turned towards Legolas.
Legolas looked at Aragorn, longing written in his emerald eyes.
As if in a daze, they kissed again, swirling in mutual passion. Fire soured through both mortal and elven veins, as the kiss grew deeper.
Aragorn's hands came up to run through Legolas's golden hair. His tongue chased Legolas's relentlessly, and he rolled on top of the smaller elf. Wonder glowed in his eyes. Legolas responded with his own need, and brought his hands to Aragorn's hair, which he touched softly, combing it with his fingers. Their faces were flushed as they reached for each other.
Aragorn slipped his hands inside of the white tunic and touched Legolas's smooth skin. Legolas's hands had found their way into Aragorn's shirt. He moaned in pleasure. Legolas hissed softly in pain. His back was hurting because his full weight rested upon it.
A cough caught their attention. They turned as one to see Elrond standing in the doorway silently.
They looked at each other and blushed. They separated. Aragorn's hand reached out and grabbed Legolas's as they sat up and faced Elrond.
'I came to see how you were faring,' Elrond explained. 'You are feeling much better, but your back is not fully mended, Legolas.'
Aragorn looked at Legolas, who blushed.
'Gandalf is here, and wished for me to tell you that he will come visit you. Follow me if you would, Aragorn,' Elrond said, as he left the room.
'I'll be back, Legolas,' Aragorn whispered. 'Wait for me.'
Legolas nodded and watched as Aragorn followed Elrond out of the room.
Aragorn caught up with Lord Elrond's long stride. They walked side-by-side, silently, for a few moments.
'What is so urgent, Aragorn?' Elrond asked.
"You have not heard the rumors, have you? Rumors of a black shadow whispering riddles in Mordor. And I have heard tales that say the orcs move again.'
Elrond rounded on Aragorn in shock. 'Riddles in Mordor?' he asked. He shook his head, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. 'No, I had not heard of that. But I have heard other rumors. This is only the latest I have heard.' A frown showed across his face.
'Lord Elrond,' Aragon spoke softly. 'Why were those creatures after Legolas?'
'Perhaps to ask him if he knew where one of the Three are, Aragorn,' Elrond said finally.
Aragorn gasped. 'How would Legolas know?' he asked furiously, his voice a low whisper.
'Rumor says that one of Legolas's ancestors received a Ring of Power. I do not know if the rumor is true and neither does Legolas.' Elrond's eyes met Aragorn's. 'I am correct if I assume that you will escort Legolas home to Mirkwood in a few days?'
Aragorn nodded.
'You love him, don't you?' Elrond quietly asked.
Aragorn thought hard. 'I think I do, Lord Elrond.'
'Legolas is very fond of you, Aragorn.' Elrond looked at Aragorn. 'There are few men to be trusted, and you are.'
Elrond led Aragorn down a small chamber, with a painting on the wall. Next to it lay a small alter with a broken sword upon it.
'The sword of Elendil. Why did you bring me here?' Aragorn whispered.
Elrond looked closely at Aragorn. 'It is my hope to one day see the sword forged for a new king of men.'
'I do not know if I am worthy, Lord Elrond,' he told the Elven Lord quietly.
'Gandalf believes that you will one day be king, Aragorn,' Elrond responded.
Aragorn turned his gaze onto Elrond. 'What of Legolas, then,' he said. 'A king must have heirs.'
Elrond led him back to the room where Legolas sat talking with Gandalf.
'I will leave you now, Aragorn. You have time to reflect on what we have spoken about.'
To be continued
Strangers
Part 3
A.J. Matthews
Legolas opened his eyes slowly to look around. He saw that he was inside of a white room. His fever was gone, and his back ached a little. He still felt a little weak and wore a white tunic.
Aragorn lay in the bed beside Legolas. His eyes were closed in sleep. Legolas watched him for a few moments before standing.
He walked over to Aragorn and peered down at him. 'Aragorn?' he whispered.
Aragorn stretched out his arms in his sleep, and grabbed hold of Legolas's shoulders. To the elf's surprise, Aragorn pulled him down and kissed him in his sleep.
Legolas savored the warm kiss, responding to it. Aragorn's eyes suddenly opened.
Their eyes met as their lips were locked together.
They pulled apart quickly.
'Why were you kissing me, Legolas?' Aragorn asked.
'I wasn't kissing you,' Legolas said defensively. 'You kissed me." His face was red.
'I did not,' Aragorn said. Then he realized his hands were holding onto Legolas tightly. 'Sorry."
'It's all right.' Legolas looked at him. 'You're a good kisser, Aragorn.' He blushed.
'So are you.' He looked at the beautiful elf before him. He wanted to do a lot more than kiss Legolas, he admitted quietly. His hand reached out and swept the hair from Legolas's face and cupped his cheek softly.
Legolas said, 'I've never been kissed before. At least, until now.' He flushed again when he felt Aragorn's hand on his cheek. Legolas wanted to kiss him again. And do other things as well.
Aragon said quietly, 'Your fever is gone, Legolas.' His dark eyes met Legolas's green ones. 'How is your back?' He didn't remove his hand from Legolas's soft face.
'Better.' Legolas asked, 'And how is your shoulder?'
'Whole again, thanks to Lord Elrond.' Aragorn sat up on his bed and looked at Legolas. 'Sit down.'
Legolas did so. 'Aragorn?' he asked shyly.
'Yes?' Aragorn asked.
'Why are you still touching my face?' Legolas asked.
'Because your skin is flawless, unlike mortal skin,' Aragorn said. 'You are quite beautiful, Legolas.' He blushed slightly.
'I am?' Legolas asked. 'But you are the beautiful one. Wild and free, caring yet stubborn.' Legolas touched Aragorn's face. 'I see no ugliness in you, Aragorn.'
'You must know how attractive you are, Legolas. You are gentle and wise, as well as curious. Your hair shines like gold when the sun hits it. I am unworthy to even see your beauty, let alone kiss you." Aragorn started to remove his hand, when Legolas caught it.
'Never consider yourself unworthy, Aragorn,' Legolas stated as he pressed Aragorn's hand against his face. 'You saved my life, Aragorn, with no reason to help me when you did.'
Aragorn licked his lips softly and turned towards Legolas.
Legolas looked at Aragorn, longing written in his emerald eyes.
As if in a daze, they kissed again, swirling in mutual passion. Fire soured through both mortal and elven veins, as the kiss grew deeper.
Aragorn's hands came up to run through Legolas's golden hair. His tongue chased Legolas's relentlessly, and he rolled on top of the smaller elf. Wonder glowed in his eyes. Legolas responded with his own need, and brought his hands to Aragorn's hair, which he touched softly, combing it with his fingers. Their faces were flushed as they reached for each other.
Aragorn slipped his hands inside of the white tunic and touched Legolas's smooth skin. Legolas's hands had found their way into Aragorn's shirt. He moaned in pleasure. Legolas hissed softly in pain. His back was hurting because his full weight rested upon it.
A cough caught their attention. They turned as one to see Elrond standing in the doorway silently.
They looked at each other and blushed. They separated. Aragorn's hand reached out and grabbed Legolas's as they sat up and faced Elrond.
'I came to see how you were faring,' Elrond explained. 'You are feeling much better, but your back is not fully mended, Legolas.'
Aragorn looked at Legolas, who blushed.
'Gandalf is here, and wished for me to tell you that he will come visit you. Follow me if you would, Aragorn,' Elrond said, as he left the room.
'I'll be back, Legolas,' Aragorn whispered. 'Wait for me.'
Legolas nodded and watched as Aragorn followed Elrond out of the room.
Aragorn caught up with Lord Elrond's long stride. They walked side-by-side, silently, for a few moments.
'What is so urgent, Aragorn?' Elrond asked.
"You have not heard the rumors, have you? Rumors of a black shadow whispering riddles in Mordor. And I have heard tales that say the orcs move again.'
Elrond rounded on Aragorn in shock. 'Riddles in Mordor?' he asked. He shook his head, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. 'No, I had not heard of that. But I have heard other rumors. This is only the latest I have heard.' A frown showed across his face.
'Lord Elrond,' Aragon spoke softly. 'Why were those creatures after Legolas?'
'Perhaps to ask him if he knew where one of the Three are, Aragorn,' Elrond said finally.
Aragorn gasped. 'How would Legolas know?' he asked furiously, his voice a low whisper.
'Rumor says that one of Legolas's ancestors received a Ring of Power. I do not know if the rumor is true and neither does Legolas.' Elrond's eyes met Aragorn's. 'I am correct if I assume that you will escort Legolas home to Mirkwood in a few days?'
Aragorn nodded.
'You love him, don't you?' Elrond quietly asked.
Aragorn thought hard. 'I think I do, Lord Elrond.'
'Legolas is very fond of you, Aragorn.' Elrond looked at Aragorn. 'There are few men to be trusted, and you are.'
Elrond led Aragorn down a small chamber, with a painting on the wall. Next to it lay a small alter with a broken sword upon it.
'The sword of Elendil. Why did you bring me here?' Aragorn whispered.
Elrond looked closely at Aragorn. 'It is my hope to one day see the sword forged for a new king of men.'
'I do not know if I am worthy, Lord Elrond,' he told the Elven Lord quietly.
'Gandalf believes that you will one day be king, Aragorn,' Elrond responded.
Aragorn turned his gaze onto Elrond. 'What of Legolas, then,' he said. 'A king must have heirs.'
Elrond led him back to the room where Legolas sat talking with Gandalf.
'I will leave you now, Aragorn. You have time to reflect on what we have spoken about.'
To be continued
