Note: None of these characters are mine! They will reach Lothlorien in the
next chapter!
Thanks for the suggestions, Niamh. As you can see, I used both.
Elvish Curses
Part 7
Legolas trudged away from the camp, cursing himself.
As soon as he was safely out of sight, he sank to the ground and dropped the bandages and shirt he held.
This was turning out to be a fine evening, Legolas thought glumly.
First, the others had caught him and Aragorn together at the hot spring, with them both completely off guard.
Legolas applied pressure to the bloody gash with a bandage, as his thoughts drifted slightly back to what Aragorn had whispered in his ear.
'It is a good thing I am here to HELP you - after they have all gone, I will HELP you put your leggings on right side out!'
His face went bright red as Legolas remembered that his leggings were still inside out. He'd forgotten again, after being distracted by a kiss from Aragorn.
At least no-one at the camp had mentioned.
And the dwarf had managed to catch Legolas completely by surprise. That was just not right, in Legolas's opinion. He should have paid more attention. And the elf had definitely paid for the price for being distracted. His side throbbed.
What else could go wrong this night?
Aragorn saw Legolas sitting on the ground, as the elf held his side. His pants were still on wrong, Aragorn noticed. He was muttering under his breath, and obviously not paying attention, so Aragorn snuck up on Legolas and tapped him on the shoulder.
Legolas jumped, startling Aragorn, who dropped the herbs he carried.
"Aragorn," Legolas breathed. "You surprised me. What are you doing here?"
Aragorn looked at Legolas seriously. "Gimli said you were wounded," he explained.
Legolas muttered, "I told the stupid dwarf I was fine."
Aragorn frowned. "Then why are you holding your side?"
"Because I want to!" Legolas turned away from his lover, wincing as he did so. He was not going to be treated like a child. He could tend his own injuries.
Aragorn simply walked around and looked at him. "I'm not going away until you show me your side, Legolas."
Legolas glared at Aragorn. "I don't need help."
Aragorn sighed. Legolas was obviously going to make him have to do this the hard way.
Legolas was startled when Aragorn suddenly grabbed his hands by the wrists and pulled them away from his side.
"Let go!" Legolas snapped. He wrenched his wrists free, but Aragorn caught them again.
Aragorn peered at Legolas's side and scowled when he saw the bloody wound.
"Why must you be so stubborn, Legolas? This is not a life-threatening injury, but neither is it a simple one."
'Aragorn, let go of me!' Legolas shouted in Elvish. 'I can tend to it myself.'
Aragorn rolled his eyes. 'It is not weakness to let others help you,' he replied. He had to keep a firm grip on the elf, as Legolas tried to break free again. He caught the wince on his lover's face as he did so.
Legolas was angry and humiliated, but it grew even worse when Aragorn forced him to lie back. His side hurt too much for him to struggle to hard. Fury was written on his face.
Aragorn pinned the elf beneath him, as he picked up some of the herbs and rubbed the aloe on the gash.
Legolas cried out in pain. He wriggled under Aragorn, who was straddling him. 'When I get up I am seriously going to hurt you, Aragorn!' he swore, using Elvish again. Legolas would never admit it, but part of him liked this little tussle. That's why he didn't find back too hard. Though he did attempt to shove Aragorn off him, and his side hurt worse, so he was forced to stay still.
Aragorn grabbed the elf's wrists again, holding them tightly within one of his larger hands. Legolas cursed in Elvish again.
With his other hand, he grabbed some of the bandages that Legolas had dropped earlier. Aragorn then reluctantly removed himself from Legolas's slender and lithe body.
Legolas jerked free and scrambled to his feet.
'Why do you fight so hard?' Aragorn asked, using the Elvish tongue.
Legolas scowled at him. 'I will not be seen as weak, heir of Isildur.'
Aragorn chuckled softly. 'Do you think that this makes you look stronger?'
Legolas frowned as he thought about it.
Aragorn took advantage of his confusion to grab his wrists again.
'Hey! You cheated,' Legolas protested. He looked slightly hurt.
Aragorn held the elf's wrists tightly in one hand once more, as he quickly began wrapping the wound in another.
Legolas stood still long enough for his wound to be bandaged, before he wrenched loose again, flinching as he did so.
Aragorn immediately grabbed the elf around the waist before Legolas could run off.
Legolas was glaring at him again.
'That wasn't too bad, was it?' Aragorn questioned, with another soft chuckle.
'Do not do that again, Aragorn. Or I will not be responsible for my actions,' Legolas finally said.
Aragorn kissed his lover hard, distracting him. It worked like a charm.
Legolas moaned softly, before muttering, 'Don't think this will change my mind, Aragorn.'
The elf leaned into the next kiss, as he responded passionately.
'Of course not,' Aragorn whispered. 'Has the one who needs no help noticed yet that he still has his
leggings on inside out?'
Legolas flushed, before he turned the tables on Aragorn. 'I thought you were going to HELP me with them,' he teased.
Aragorn smiled. 'So I shall, Legolas.'
And that's just what he did.
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Back In The Camp
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Merry, Frodo, Pippin, Sam, Boromir, and Gimli exchanged looks. They all could hear Legolas shouting something in Elvish. Aragorn was yelling in Elvish, too.
"Legolas seems to be fine," Frodo said. "Especially if he's shouting like that."
"I wonder what they're saying," Pippin said curiously. He looked at Frodo. "You know some Elvish. What are they shouting about?"
"I can't make it out clearly. Something about Legolas not needing help." Frodo listened carefully. "Aragorn says he's being stubborn."
"That's not surprising," Sam told his friends. "Legolas doesn't like it when people try to help him."
The Elvish cries suddenly cut off.
"What does that mean?" Merry inquired. "They stopped yelling."
Gimli and Boromir exchanged a look. Amusement shone in their eyes.
"I think it's time for you four to get back to bed," Boromir said. "We'll be breaking camp in about three or four hours."
"I thought I was standing to watch them," Merry said, confused.
"No, Merry. I am standing watch," Gimli said.
"Wrong, Gimli. I am standing watch," Boromir interjected.
"Why can't I stand watch?" Frodo asked. "I'm the Ringbearer, after all."
"Master Frodo, you need your sleep," Sam protested. "I'll stand watch."
"I want to stand watch," Pippin exclaimed.
An argument began over just who was going to stand watch.
In the end, Boromir won.
And not too far away, the one who should have been standing watch lay carefully in his lover's arms.
To be continued
Thanks for the suggestions, Niamh. As you can see, I used both.
Elvish Curses
Part 7
Legolas trudged away from the camp, cursing himself.
As soon as he was safely out of sight, he sank to the ground and dropped the bandages and shirt he held.
This was turning out to be a fine evening, Legolas thought glumly.
First, the others had caught him and Aragorn together at the hot spring, with them both completely off guard.
Legolas applied pressure to the bloody gash with a bandage, as his thoughts drifted slightly back to what Aragorn had whispered in his ear.
'It is a good thing I am here to HELP you - after they have all gone, I will HELP you put your leggings on right side out!'
His face went bright red as Legolas remembered that his leggings were still inside out. He'd forgotten again, after being distracted by a kiss from Aragorn.
At least no-one at the camp had mentioned.
And the dwarf had managed to catch Legolas completely by surprise. That was just not right, in Legolas's opinion. He should have paid more attention. And the elf had definitely paid for the price for being distracted. His side throbbed.
What else could go wrong this night?
Aragorn saw Legolas sitting on the ground, as the elf held his side. His pants were still on wrong, Aragorn noticed. He was muttering under his breath, and obviously not paying attention, so Aragorn snuck up on Legolas and tapped him on the shoulder.
Legolas jumped, startling Aragorn, who dropped the herbs he carried.
"Aragorn," Legolas breathed. "You surprised me. What are you doing here?"
Aragorn looked at Legolas seriously. "Gimli said you were wounded," he explained.
Legolas muttered, "I told the stupid dwarf I was fine."
Aragorn frowned. "Then why are you holding your side?"
"Because I want to!" Legolas turned away from his lover, wincing as he did so. He was not going to be treated like a child. He could tend his own injuries.
Aragorn simply walked around and looked at him. "I'm not going away until you show me your side, Legolas."
Legolas glared at Aragorn. "I don't need help."
Aragorn sighed. Legolas was obviously going to make him have to do this the hard way.
Legolas was startled when Aragorn suddenly grabbed his hands by the wrists and pulled them away from his side.
"Let go!" Legolas snapped. He wrenched his wrists free, but Aragorn caught them again.
Aragorn peered at Legolas's side and scowled when he saw the bloody wound.
"Why must you be so stubborn, Legolas? This is not a life-threatening injury, but neither is it a simple one."
'Aragorn, let go of me!' Legolas shouted in Elvish. 'I can tend to it myself.'
Aragorn rolled his eyes. 'It is not weakness to let others help you,' he replied. He had to keep a firm grip on the elf, as Legolas tried to break free again. He caught the wince on his lover's face as he did so.
Legolas was angry and humiliated, but it grew even worse when Aragorn forced him to lie back. His side hurt too much for him to struggle to hard. Fury was written on his face.
Aragorn pinned the elf beneath him, as he picked up some of the herbs and rubbed the aloe on the gash.
Legolas cried out in pain. He wriggled under Aragorn, who was straddling him. 'When I get up I am seriously going to hurt you, Aragorn!' he swore, using Elvish again. Legolas would never admit it, but part of him liked this little tussle. That's why he didn't find back too hard. Though he did attempt to shove Aragorn off him, and his side hurt worse, so he was forced to stay still.
Aragorn grabbed the elf's wrists again, holding them tightly within one of his larger hands. Legolas cursed in Elvish again.
With his other hand, he grabbed some of the bandages that Legolas had dropped earlier. Aragorn then reluctantly removed himself from Legolas's slender and lithe body.
Legolas jerked free and scrambled to his feet.
'Why do you fight so hard?' Aragorn asked, using the Elvish tongue.
Legolas scowled at him. 'I will not be seen as weak, heir of Isildur.'
Aragorn chuckled softly. 'Do you think that this makes you look stronger?'
Legolas frowned as he thought about it.
Aragorn took advantage of his confusion to grab his wrists again.
'Hey! You cheated,' Legolas protested. He looked slightly hurt.
Aragorn held the elf's wrists tightly in one hand once more, as he quickly began wrapping the wound in another.
Legolas stood still long enough for his wound to be bandaged, before he wrenched loose again, flinching as he did so.
Aragorn immediately grabbed the elf around the waist before Legolas could run off.
Legolas was glaring at him again.
'That wasn't too bad, was it?' Aragorn questioned, with another soft chuckle.
'Do not do that again, Aragorn. Or I will not be responsible for my actions,' Legolas finally said.
Aragorn kissed his lover hard, distracting him. It worked like a charm.
Legolas moaned softly, before muttering, 'Don't think this will change my mind, Aragorn.'
The elf leaned into the next kiss, as he responded passionately.
'Of course not,' Aragorn whispered. 'Has the one who needs no help noticed yet that he still has his
leggings on inside out?'
Legolas flushed, before he turned the tables on Aragorn. 'I thought you were going to HELP me with them,' he teased.
Aragorn smiled. 'So I shall, Legolas.'
And that's just what he did.
*********************
Back In The Camp
*********************
Merry, Frodo, Pippin, Sam, Boromir, and Gimli exchanged looks. They all could hear Legolas shouting something in Elvish. Aragorn was yelling in Elvish, too.
"Legolas seems to be fine," Frodo said. "Especially if he's shouting like that."
"I wonder what they're saying," Pippin said curiously. He looked at Frodo. "You know some Elvish. What are they shouting about?"
"I can't make it out clearly. Something about Legolas not needing help." Frodo listened carefully. "Aragorn says he's being stubborn."
"That's not surprising," Sam told his friends. "Legolas doesn't like it when people try to help him."
The Elvish cries suddenly cut off.
"What does that mean?" Merry inquired. "They stopped yelling."
Gimli and Boromir exchanged a look. Amusement shone in their eyes.
"I think it's time for you four to get back to bed," Boromir said. "We'll be breaking camp in about three or four hours."
"I thought I was standing to watch them," Merry said, confused.
"No, Merry. I am standing watch," Gimli said.
"Wrong, Gimli. I am standing watch," Boromir interjected.
"Why can't I stand watch?" Frodo asked. "I'm the Ringbearer, after all."
"Master Frodo, you need your sleep," Sam protested. "I'll stand watch."
"I want to stand watch," Pippin exclaimed.
An argument began over just who was going to stand watch.
In the end, Boromir won.
And not too far away, the one who should have been standing watch lay carefully in his lover's arms.
To be continued