Note: None of these characters are mine, except for the traitorous Sarag.
Violence! Yaoi warning! Aragorn's POV! This is a song fic, to Celine Dion's
'It's All Coming Back To Me Now'.
Repercussions,
Part 4
A.J. Matthews
Legolas lay in my arms, sleeping. I watched him sleep, for he looked so peaceful. I gently stroked his cheek before turning my thoughts to more serious matters.
So much evil had been done by the work of one man; Sarag. Where I had once loved the man as a brother, I now loathed him. Sarag and I had grown up together somewhat, for he had just enough diluted elf blood to make him live forever. We'd played and fought together, and had grown together. When I had become King, Sarag had been my second-in-command.
Sarag had disliked Legolas intensely, I remembered. Legolas had had no lost love for him, either, and had warned me about him numerous times. I'd refused to believe my lover, and shortly after that, Legolas had vanished.
Sarag had told me that he had heard that Legolas had returned to Mirkwood. But it was not so. He also fed me another lie; that Legolas had taken up with another man.
A little over a year later, I'd been run into by someone, in a remote town. When I'd looked down at the person, I'd gotten one of the greatest shocks in my life.
It had been Legolas. He was thin and pale. And barefoot, as well, which I now remembered. I'd grabbed his arm and looked at him hard. His green eyes had been full of shock and pain, as well as bitterness.
He'd tried to jerk free, but was unable to. That was when I realized that he no longer possessed the strength he had once had.
'Let me go, please,' he'd pleaded in Elvish, with a stricken voice. 'Please, Aragorn.'
'Not until I get some answers, elf. Why did you run so from me?' I'd demanded, shifting my grip as he struggled again. His wrists were so thin, he could not be eating right. Through his torn shirt, I could see Legolas's ribs.
'Ask your friend,' he'd snapped, seeing Sarag approaching. 'Leave me be, Aragorn.' To my surprise, tears had suddenly sprung to his eyes. 'Haven't you hurt me enough?' he whispered. 'I suffer daily.'
'What do you mean, I hurt you?' I'd retorted. 'You ran from me.'
Sarag's eyes had narrowed, as he saw that I held Legolas steadfast. Shock and anger was written all over his face.
Legolas's eyes went wide. 'I never betrayed you,' he'd told me flatly. 'And you know it.'
"We are going to talk now, Legolas!" I was furious as I dragged Legolas to the inn. Part of me was concerned with how weakly he struggled against me.
I hauled him up the stairs and into my room. I closed the door behind me and looked at Legolas.
Fear was in his eyes, as well as anger.
'I want you to leave me alone,' he'd said, shaking.
'Not until you tell me why you ran away,' I'd snapped in anger.
'It was your fault! All of it was, because you wouldn't listen to me!' he'd shouted. His voice grew quieter when he looked at me. A bleak look was in his eyes. 'If you wish to punish me more, just kill me this time.'
I hadn't understood what he meant. 'What the hell are you talking about, Legolas? What punishment?'
With more strength than I could have expected him to have, he shoved me away hard and ran out of the room, slamming the door hard.
Sarag had come and helped me up, and told me that Legolas was simply confused when I mentioned what the elf had said to me.
I'd believed Sarag, until ten years ago, when I caught him red-handed. He was hurting the very people I sought to protect. I'd banished him for it.
A few months after that, Éomer had distanced himself from me, and had become cold. Now I understood why, for Legolas had believed that I was to blame for him being sold into slavery.
But everything had worked out, finally, and he was back in my arms again, where he belonged.
I felt someone looking at me, and snapped out of my thoughts. Legolas was watching me silently. Right now, he looked like the carefree Legolas I had known years ago. The same innocence and wonder were written on his face.
I smiled at him gently. "Feeling better?" I asked him softly.
He nodded and asked me quietly, "Was it always like that, Aragorn?"
Anger at Sarag surged at me, before I shoved it down again. "Yes, Legolas."
His hands came up to play with my hair, just like he had always done before.
"Aragorn, I need to tell you something," he whispered. "You are the reason I stayed alive. In the darkest nights, I could remember you and your gentleness, and the good times. They sustained me until they, too, faded away."
I touched his face softly, and he leaned into the caress. "I'm glad that I was a small comfort to you, Legolas," I murmured.
"I-" He bit his lip again, which I found adorable. "Aragorn, even after everything that happened, I still loved you," Legolas confessed.
My heart soared as he continued.
"I still do." He looked at me seriously. "But I am not the same as I once was, Aragorn. I've changed."
"I know, dear heart," I said. "And I never stopped loving you."
His face broke into a smile; one of his happy smiles, which lit up my own heart.
"Never stop smiling, Legolas, for I should be sad if you did. Your smile is so honest and pure that it makes me happy just to see it," I told him earnestly. "And I have changed as well, Legolas."
"But is there still an us?" Legolas asked, looking slightly nervous.
In response, I gave him a staggering kiss of promise. He leaned into it eagerly, responding with his special, magical kisses that always left me breathless.
"Never doubt it, Legolas," I said. "For doubts were what Sarag played on."
He nodded. He was slightly distracted by my fingers running through his hair. He tensed slightly as I then ran my hands down onto his bare back and froze.
"Turn over, Legolas," I said quietly, looking him straight in the eyes.
He reluctantly did so as I looked at his back. Scars ran jagged across it, thin scars that had to be whip lashes. I frowned. Then I noticed that they were ever so slightly beginning to fade away.
I looked at Legolas's face as he turned over once more. The scar was also starting to fade, as well.
Then I realized that it must be because he was finally healing emotionally.
Legolas kissed me softly, before I could say anything. It was a gentle, firm kiss that sent sparks flying between us. I responded in kind, leaning him onto his back again.
He began giving me darting kisses that surprised me. Heat began to flow through me once more.
Legolas's eyes were full of mischief as he slid his hands down my bare chest. I groaned softly in response, as he turned the tables on me.
His warm body covered mine as he touched my face. "Last night was for me," he teased. "So this is for you."
His hands were like magic. I breathed hard. "It didn't take you long to get over your shyness, Legolas," I whispered against his delicate lips.
"I'm just getting started," he said, as his hands slid between my thighs.
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If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just want we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
****************************
As we basked in the aftermath afterwards, Legolas's green eyes shone with contentment.
"I missed you so," he whispered. "Do not ever leave me, Aragorn. You must stay by my side always."
My breathing was finally slowing down. "I shall not, Legolas. You are mine, for all time," I breathed.
"And you are mine," he told me quietly. I chuckled quietly and smoothed his hair out of his eyes.
I gasped softly as he faced me.
"What is it?" Legolas asked.
"Your scar," I said. I gently touched where it had been only an hour ago. "It has faded, Legolas." I peeked at his back, which was rapidly healing. "So are the scars on your back."
Legolas looked at his wrists. They had healed except for one small scar on each. "I don't understand," he finally said. "I thought I had lost my Elven ability to heal."
"It has returned, Legolas," I said gently. "For spring has returned to your heart, my love."
He sighed happily, as he pressed himself against me and laughed softly.
"We've done this in caves many times, haven't we, my heart?" Legolas questioned.
"Indeed," I said.
We both reminisced for a few moments about a time when things had been much clearer than they were now.
Our lips met, as we gazed at each other. I loved to feel his smooth, flawless skin with my hands.
"You are still so beautiful, Legolas," I told him in awe.
"No," he whispered. "You are. For you were my Estel. My reason for living."
I couldn't keep myself from reaching for him again, to remove the painful memories once more.
****************************
I can barely recall but it's all coming
Back to me now
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It's all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And if we...
****************************
Epilogue:
When Aragorn and Legolas left the cave, hand in hand (and dressed) some time later, someone watched them. Angry blue eyes narrowed as they shared a kiss, before continuing to walk.
Those blue eyes focused on the elf, who seemed more content now than he had for a long time. As Aragorn swept his hair off of Legolas's face with a touch of his hand, rage burned in the lone figure watching.
They might have found each other again, but they would certainly not stay together, Sarag vowed to himself. As they walked on, he followed, careful to stay back far enough so that the elf did not sense him with his sharp hearing.
To be continued
Repercussions,
Part 4
A.J. Matthews
Legolas lay in my arms, sleeping. I watched him sleep, for he looked so peaceful. I gently stroked his cheek before turning my thoughts to more serious matters.
So much evil had been done by the work of one man; Sarag. Where I had once loved the man as a brother, I now loathed him. Sarag and I had grown up together somewhat, for he had just enough diluted elf blood to make him live forever. We'd played and fought together, and had grown together. When I had become King, Sarag had been my second-in-command.
Sarag had disliked Legolas intensely, I remembered. Legolas had had no lost love for him, either, and had warned me about him numerous times. I'd refused to believe my lover, and shortly after that, Legolas had vanished.
Sarag had told me that he had heard that Legolas had returned to Mirkwood. But it was not so. He also fed me another lie; that Legolas had taken up with another man.
A little over a year later, I'd been run into by someone, in a remote town. When I'd looked down at the person, I'd gotten one of the greatest shocks in my life.
It had been Legolas. He was thin and pale. And barefoot, as well, which I now remembered. I'd grabbed his arm and looked at him hard. His green eyes had been full of shock and pain, as well as bitterness.
He'd tried to jerk free, but was unable to. That was when I realized that he no longer possessed the strength he had once had.
'Let me go, please,' he'd pleaded in Elvish, with a stricken voice. 'Please, Aragorn.'
'Not until I get some answers, elf. Why did you run so from me?' I'd demanded, shifting my grip as he struggled again. His wrists were so thin, he could not be eating right. Through his torn shirt, I could see Legolas's ribs.
'Ask your friend,' he'd snapped, seeing Sarag approaching. 'Leave me be, Aragorn.' To my surprise, tears had suddenly sprung to his eyes. 'Haven't you hurt me enough?' he whispered. 'I suffer daily.'
'What do you mean, I hurt you?' I'd retorted. 'You ran from me.'
Sarag's eyes had narrowed, as he saw that I held Legolas steadfast. Shock and anger was written all over his face.
Legolas's eyes went wide. 'I never betrayed you,' he'd told me flatly. 'And you know it.'
"We are going to talk now, Legolas!" I was furious as I dragged Legolas to the inn. Part of me was concerned with how weakly he struggled against me.
I hauled him up the stairs and into my room. I closed the door behind me and looked at Legolas.
Fear was in his eyes, as well as anger.
'I want you to leave me alone,' he'd said, shaking.
'Not until you tell me why you ran away,' I'd snapped in anger.
'It was your fault! All of it was, because you wouldn't listen to me!' he'd shouted. His voice grew quieter when he looked at me. A bleak look was in his eyes. 'If you wish to punish me more, just kill me this time.'
I hadn't understood what he meant. 'What the hell are you talking about, Legolas? What punishment?'
With more strength than I could have expected him to have, he shoved me away hard and ran out of the room, slamming the door hard.
Sarag had come and helped me up, and told me that Legolas was simply confused when I mentioned what the elf had said to me.
I'd believed Sarag, until ten years ago, when I caught him red-handed. He was hurting the very people I sought to protect. I'd banished him for it.
A few months after that, Éomer had distanced himself from me, and had become cold. Now I understood why, for Legolas had believed that I was to blame for him being sold into slavery.
But everything had worked out, finally, and he was back in my arms again, where he belonged.
I felt someone looking at me, and snapped out of my thoughts. Legolas was watching me silently. Right now, he looked like the carefree Legolas I had known years ago. The same innocence and wonder were written on his face.
I smiled at him gently. "Feeling better?" I asked him softly.
He nodded and asked me quietly, "Was it always like that, Aragorn?"
Anger at Sarag surged at me, before I shoved it down again. "Yes, Legolas."
His hands came up to play with my hair, just like he had always done before.
"Aragorn, I need to tell you something," he whispered. "You are the reason I stayed alive. In the darkest nights, I could remember you and your gentleness, and the good times. They sustained me until they, too, faded away."
I touched his face softly, and he leaned into the caress. "I'm glad that I was a small comfort to you, Legolas," I murmured.
"I-" He bit his lip again, which I found adorable. "Aragorn, even after everything that happened, I still loved you," Legolas confessed.
My heart soared as he continued.
"I still do." He looked at me seriously. "But I am not the same as I once was, Aragorn. I've changed."
"I know, dear heart," I said. "And I never stopped loving you."
His face broke into a smile; one of his happy smiles, which lit up my own heart.
"Never stop smiling, Legolas, for I should be sad if you did. Your smile is so honest and pure that it makes me happy just to see it," I told him earnestly. "And I have changed as well, Legolas."
"But is there still an us?" Legolas asked, looking slightly nervous.
In response, I gave him a staggering kiss of promise. He leaned into it eagerly, responding with his special, magical kisses that always left me breathless.
"Never doubt it, Legolas," I said. "For doubts were what Sarag played on."
He nodded. He was slightly distracted by my fingers running through his hair. He tensed slightly as I then ran my hands down onto his bare back and froze.
"Turn over, Legolas," I said quietly, looking him straight in the eyes.
He reluctantly did so as I looked at his back. Scars ran jagged across it, thin scars that had to be whip lashes. I frowned. Then I noticed that they were ever so slightly beginning to fade away.
I looked at Legolas's face as he turned over once more. The scar was also starting to fade, as well.
Then I realized that it must be because he was finally healing emotionally.
Legolas kissed me softly, before I could say anything. It was a gentle, firm kiss that sent sparks flying between us. I responded in kind, leaning him onto his back again.
He began giving me darting kisses that surprised me. Heat began to flow through me once more.
Legolas's eyes were full of mischief as he slid his hands down my bare chest. I groaned softly in response, as he turned the tables on me.
His warm body covered mine as he touched my face. "Last night was for me," he teased. "So this is for you."
His hands were like magic. I breathed hard. "It didn't take you long to get over your shyness, Legolas," I whispered against his delicate lips.
"I'm just getting started," he said, as his hands slid between my thighs.
***************************
If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just want we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
****************************
As we basked in the aftermath afterwards, Legolas's green eyes shone with contentment.
"I missed you so," he whispered. "Do not ever leave me, Aragorn. You must stay by my side always."
My breathing was finally slowing down. "I shall not, Legolas. You are mine, for all time," I breathed.
"And you are mine," he told me quietly. I chuckled quietly and smoothed his hair out of his eyes.
I gasped softly as he faced me.
"What is it?" Legolas asked.
"Your scar," I said. I gently touched where it had been only an hour ago. "It has faded, Legolas." I peeked at his back, which was rapidly healing. "So are the scars on your back."
Legolas looked at his wrists. They had healed except for one small scar on each. "I don't understand," he finally said. "I thought I had lost my Elven ability to heal."
"It has returned, Legolas," I said gently. "For spring has returned to your heart, my love."
He sighed happily, as he pressed himself against me and laughed softly.
"We've done this in caves many times, haven't we, my heart?" Legolas questioned.
"Indeed," I said.
We both reminisced for a few moments about a time when things had been much clearer than they were now.
Our lips met, as we gazed at each other. I loved to feel his smooth, flawless skin with my hands.
"You are still so beautiful, Legolas," I told him in awe.
"No," he whispered. "You are. For you were my Estel. My reason for living."
I couldn't keep myself from reaching for him again, to remove the painful memories once more.
****************************
I can barely recall but it's all coming
Back to me now
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It's all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And if we...
****************************
Epilogue:
When Aragorn and Legolas left the cave, hand in hand (and dressed) some time later, someone watched them. Angry blue eyes narrowed as they shared a kiss, before continuing to walk.
Those blue eyes focused on the elf, who seemed more content now than he had for a long time. As Aragorn swept his hair off of Legolas's face with a touch of his hand, rage burned in the lone figure watching.
They might have found each other again, but they would certainly not stay together, Sarag vowed to himself. As they walked on, he followed, careful to stay back far enough so that the elf did not sense him with his sharp hearing.
To be continued
