Note: None of these are my characters! Contains Aragorn/Legolas SLASH!
Elvish speech is in ' '. Don't worry, in the next chapter or two they will
finally reach Lothlorien.
Distractions
Part 6
Aragorn whispered in the elf's ear, practically licking it with his tongue.
Legolas flushed a bright red.
"Uh…" Frodo was looking everywhere but at the man and elf who stood holding hands. "Um… I-I think I'll go back to the camp now," he said finally. He climbed out of the spring, dragging Sam with him.
The two Hobbits ran off.
"Wait for me!" Merry shouted. He dashed after Sam.
Legolas and Aragorn looked at Pippin.
Pippin gulped and raced after Merry.
Legolas and Aragorn looked at Gimli and Boromir.
Gimli coughed. "Sorry we intruded… Uh, I'm going to make sure the Hobbits get back to the camp safely." He quickly walked away, almost running. Looks like Pippin had those two figured right, the dwarf mused.
"What of the Lady Arwen?" Boromir finally asked.
Aragorn met Boromir's eyes. "I did not love her in that way, Boromir, and she will understand."
Boromir frowned slightly. "It isn't really a surprise that the two of you are… Just…" He blushed again. "Just let us know when you want to be alone."
The tall human turned and made his way back to the camp alone.
Legolas let out a deep, shaky breath. "Well, now they know for certain, Aragorn. Do you still have no regrets?" he asked quietly.
"None, dear one," Aragorn reassured the elf. He kissed Legolas tenderly, hearing a soft whimper coming from his Elven lover, as Legolas responded urgently. After a moment, he pulled back and looked at the elf squarely. "Do you have any regrets?"
"Only two, Aragorn," Legolas said softly. "One, for the pain that I know this will bring to Arwen."
Aragorn questioned, "And the other?"
A smile broke over Legolas's face. "Second, that we must return to camp, for it is time for my watch." He looked wistful.
Aragorn sighed, and wrapped his arms around the elf, pulling him close. "But tomorrow night will be free," the man whispered.
The glow of desire in Legolas's green eyes was answer enough for Aragorn, before the elf reluctantly left his embrace and returned to where they had lain and loved together only for a little while.
Legolas picked up his shirt and shoes.
Aragorn followed the elf, and picked up his own belongings.
The two walked side-by-side back to the camp, needing no words to tell each other their feelings.
Contentment was all they knew as they entered the camp, and saw the rest of the Fellowship.
Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam were back in their make-shift beds, while Gimli sat next to the fire, absentmindedly stroking his beard.
Boromir sat on the other side of the fire, sharpening his sword.
Gimli looked up as Legolas and Aragorn entered the camp silently. Each put their belongings back in their pack, before Legolas walked over to him.
"Finally, crazy elf," Gimli muttered loudly enough for Legolas to hear.
"It's mine turn for the watch, stupid dwarf," Legolas said cheerfully. "So go on and get some rest."
"Dwarves do not need rest," Gimli protested, a dangerous light gleaming in his eyes. It was a sparkle of mischief.
"Then why do you snore so?" Legolas teased.
"That's it, elf!" Gimli jumped to his feet and grabbed his axe.
The dwarf and elf pretended to fight each other, with Legolas dancing out of the way each time as Gimli brandished his axe towards him.
Legolas grinned. "Can't you do better than that, son of Gloin?" But his attention was focused primarily on Aragorn, who had taken Gimli's seat at the fire.
Aragorn and Legolas gazed at each other with longing, which Boromir silently noted to himself. He didn't really care one way or another what the two did, as long as it didn't affect them in battle.
Gimli, however, was caught up in the banter with Legolas. "Can't you do better than leaping and hopping, elf?" He swung his axe threateningly towards Legolas.
If Legolas had not been so distracted by his lover, and if Gimli had noticed that Legolas's mind was not on what they were doing, perhaps it would never have occurred.
Legolas's eyes were gazing into Aragorn's dark ones. He wasn't even aware of Gimli any more, as he watched his lover. Boromir was speaking to Aragorn quietly.
Gimli was not prepared to receive no resistance as his axe aimed towards Legolas. He thought the elf would surely dance out of the way.
Blinding pain suddenly coursed through Legolas, as the axe struck him in the side hard.
The world spun around the elf for a few moments, as Gimli gasped in horror when he realized that Legolas had not dodged.
"Legolas!" he snapped sharply, as Gimli looked at his axe. Elven blood shone on the blade.
The elf said nothing, as he pressed his hands to his side. "Well done, Gimli," Legolas said, forcing himself to sound fine. "You caught me off guard, dwarf, this time. Don't count on it happening again."
Legolas walked over to his pack, keeping his hands pressed against his side. He kneeled and removed one bloody hand from the gushing wound. He quickly wiped it clean and searched for cloth and a spare shirt in his pack.
"You're hurt, crazy elf," Gimli said, concerned.
"Tis nothing but a scratch. I was careless," Legolas said, as beads of sweat of sweat appeared on his forehead. Nausea held him tightly in a grip. Legolas cursed himself for not paying attention. 'Fool of an elf,' he muttered in Elvish.
Gimli walked over and saw that Legolas held his side, as blood seeped out. "I'm sorry, elf. Are you all right?" The dwarf's voice was unusually gruff, as he came closer. "You're bleeding badly."
"I'll be fine, stupid dwarf," Legolas said, as he struggled to hold on to himself. "My Elven healing ability will take care of it, no problem." He finally found what he looked for, and stood shakily. The color faded from his face as he stood there.
"Something is wrong," Gimli said stubbornly.
"I'm fine!" Legolas said weakly. He walked away, cursing in Elvish, as he quickly made his way out of sight, so the elf could bind his wounds. He carried the bandages and shirt with him.
"Aragorn!" the dwarf called.
Boromir and Aragorn both looked over at Gimli.
Aragorn then realized that Legolas was no longer in sight. He frowned. "Where did Legolas go, Gimli?"
Gimli muttered under his breath, as he strode over to Aragorn, his bloody axe in his hand. "The crazy elf wasn't paying attention when we were…" The dwarf gestured helplessly. "I know I hit him, but he keeps insisting he's fine. You know how he stubborn he is, Aragorn."
Aragorn stood and frowned at Gimli. "You hit him with your axe?" He sounded incredulous. "How could you hit Legolas?"
"It was an accident. Apparently, Legolas found you a far more interesting sight than my axe," Gimli grumbled.
Aragorn blushed slightly and sighed. "Where did he go?"
Gimli pointed in the direction he had seen Legolas walk off in.
Aragorn walked over to his pack, and grabbed a few herbs, just in case the elf truly was hurt. He then turned and headed in the direction Gimli had pointed towards.
"Now who's supposed to be on watch?" Sam asked. "Aragorn was supposed to be after Legolas, and now they're both gone again."
Frodo shrugged. "Good question, Sam. Boromir and Gimli have already done their turns. I guess I'll take this watch."
"You will not, young Hobbit," Gimli protested. "Twas I who hit the elf, so I will stand watch."
"I'm not young!" Frodo challenged. He frowned.
"I want to stand watch!" Merry said. "It sounds like fun."
Boromir glanced at the Hobbit. "Do you know how to stand watch?" he inquired curiously.
"Sure I do," Merry boasted, before frowning suddenly. "But what do I stand on to watch?"
To be continued
Distractions
Part 6
Aragorn whispered in the elf's ear, practically licking it with his tongue.
Legolas flushed a bright red.
"Uh…" Frodo was looking everywhere but at the man and elf who stood holding hands. "Um… I-I think I'll go back to the camp now," he said finally. He climbed out of the spring, dragging Sam with him.
The two Hobbits ran off.
"Wait for me!" Merry shouted. He dashed after Sam.
Legolas and Aragorn looked at Pippin.
Pippin gulped and raced after Merry.
Legolas and Aragorn looked at Gimli and Boromir.
Gimli coughed. "Sorry we intruded… Uh, I'm going to make sure the Hobbits get back to the camp safely." He quickly walked away, almost running. Looks like Pippin had those two figured right, the dwarf mused.
"What of the Lady Arwen?" Boromir finally asked.
Aragorn met Boromir's eyes. "I did not love her in that way, Boromir, and she will understand."
Boromir frowned slightly. "It isn't really a surprise that the two of you are… Just…" He blushed again. "Just let us know when you want to be alone."
The tall human turned and made his way back to the camp alone.
Legolas let out a deep, shaky breath. "Well, now they know for certain, Aragorn. Do you still have no regrets?" he asked quietly.
"None, dear one," Aragorn reassured the elf. He kissed Legolas tenderly, hearing a soft whimper coming from his Elven lover, as Legolas responded urgently. After a moment, he pulled back and looked at the elf squarely. "Do you have any regrets?"
"Only two, Aragorn," Legolas said softly. "One, for the pain that I know this will bring to Arwen."
Aragorn questioned, "And the other?"
A smile broke over Legolas's face. "Second, that we must return to camp, for it is time for my watch." He looked wistful.
Aragorn sighed, and wrapped his arms around the elf, pulling him close. "But tomorrow night will be free," the man whispered.
The glow of desire in Legolas's green eyes was answer enough for Aragorn, before the elf reluctantly left his embrace and returned to where they had lain and loved together only for a little while.
Legolas picked up his shirt and shoes.
Aragorn followed the elf, and picked up his own belongings.
The two walked side-by-side back to the camp, needing no words to tell each other their feelings.
Contentment was all they knew as they entered the camp, and saw the rest of the Fellowship.
Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam were back in their make-shift beds, while Gimli sat next to the fire, absentmindedly stroking his beard.
Boromir sat on the other side of the fire, sharpening his sword.
Gimli looked up as Legolas and Aragorn entered the camp silently. Each put their belongings back in their pack, before Legolas walked over to him.
"Finally, crazy elf," Gimli muttered loudly enough for Legolas to hear.
"It's mine turn for the watch, stupid dwarf," Legolas said cheerfully. "So go on and get some rest."
"Dwarves do not need rest," Gimli protested, a dangerous light gleaming in his eyes. It was a sparkle of mischief.
"Then why do you snore so?" Legolas teased.
"That's it, elf!" Gimli jumped to his feet and grabbed his axe.
The dwarf and elf pretended to fight each other, with Legolas dancing out of the way each time as Gimli brandished his axe towards him.
Legolas grinned. "Can't you do better than that, son of Gloin?" But his attention was focused primarily on Aragorn, who had taken Gimli's seat at the fire.
Aragorn and Legolas gazed at each other with longing, which Boromir silently noted to himself. He didn't really care one way or another what the two did, as long as it didn't affect them in battle.
Gimli, however, was caught up in the banter with Legolas. "Can't you do better than leaping and hopping, elf?" He swung his axe threateningly towards Legolas.
If Legolas had not been so distracted by his lover, and if Gimli had noticed that Legolas's mind was not on what they were doing, perhaps it would never have occurred.
Legolas's eyes were gazing into Aragorn's dark ones. He wasn't even aware of Gimli any more, as he watched his lover. Boromir was speaking to Aragorn quietly.
Gimli was not prepared to receive no resistance as his axe aimed towards Legolas. He thought the elf would surely dance out of the way.
Blinding pain suddenly coursed through Legolas, as the axe struck him in the side hard.
The world spun around the elf for a few moments, as Gimli gasped in horror when he realized that Legolas had not dodged.
"Legolas!" he snapped sharply, as Gimli looked at his axe. Elven blood shone on the blade.
The elf said nothing, as he pressed his hands to his side. "Well done, Gimli," Legolas said, forcing himself to sound fine. "You caught me off guard, dwarf, this time. Don't count on it happening again."
Legolas walked over to his pack, keeping his hands pressed against his side. He kneeled and removed one bloody hand from the gushing wound. He quickly wiped it clean and searched for cloth and a spare shirt in his pack.
"You're hurt, crazy elf," Gimli said, concerned.
"Tis nothing but a scratch. I was careless," Legolas said, as beads of sweat of sweat appeared on his forehead. Nausea held him tightly in a grip. Legolas cursed himself for not paying attention. 'Fool of an elf,' he muttered in Elvish.
Gimli walked over and saw that Legolas held his side, as blood seeped out. "I'm sorry, elf. Are you all right?" The dwarf's voice was unusually gruff, as he came closer. "You're bleeding badly."
"I'll be fine, stupid dwarf," Legolas said, as he struggled to hold on to himself. "My Elven healing ability will take care of it, no problem." He finally found what he looked for, and stood shakily. The color faded from his face as he stood there.
"Something is wrong," Gimli said stubbornly.
"I'm fine!" Legolas said weakly. He walked away, cursing in Elvish, as he quickly made his way out of sight, so the elf could bind his wounds. He carried the bandages and shirt with him.
"Aragorn!" the dwarf called.
Boromir and Aragorn both looked over at Gimli.
Aragorn then realized that Legolas was no longer in sight. He frowned. "Where did Legolas go, Gimli?"
Gimli muttered under his breath, as he strode over to Aragorn, his bloody axe in his hand. "The crazy elf wasn't paying attention when we were…" The dwarf gestured helplessly. "I know I hit him, but he keeps insisting he's fine. You know how he stubborn he is, Aragorn."
Aragorn stood and frowned at Gimli. "You hit him with your axe?" He sounded incredulous. "How could you hit Legolas?"
"It was an accident. Apparently, Legolas found you a far more interesting sight than my axe," Gimli grumbled.
Aragorn blushed slightly and sighed. "Where did he go?"
Gimli pointed in the direction he had seen Legolas walk off in.
Aragorn walked over to his pack, and grabbed a few herbs, just in case the elf truly was hurt. He then turned and headed in the direction Gimli had pointed towards.
"Now who's supposed to be on watch?" Sam asked. "Aragorn was supposed to be after Legolas, and now they're both gone again."
Frodo shrugged. "Good question, Sam. Boromir and Gimli have already done their turns. I guess I'll take this watch."
"You will not, young Hobbit," Gimli protested. "Twas I who hit the elf, so I will stand watch."
"I'm not young!" Frodo challenged. He frowned.
"I want to stand watch!" Merry said. "It sounds like fun."
Boromir glanced at the Hobbit. "Do you know how to stand watch?" he inquired curiously.
"Sure I do," Merry boasted, before frowning suddenly. "But what do I stand on to watch?"
To be continued