It took me a long time to write this chapter... My Methos muse had taken a
long holiday and only a fridge full of beer could bring him back....
Sorry! I will update more often now ( unless the beer runs out ;-))
Please r+r!
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Legolas woke up, feeling a hand travelling over his chest. Soft lips traced the line of his ears and he shivered, a hot tongue caressed the tip of his left ear and he jerked back as sensations far to sweet to be bearable ran through his body.
"I was sure this would wake you up!"
Refocusing his eyes, Legolas saw the smile on his lover's face and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes just minutes before he was thrown on his back and felt his hands pinned above his head. In a vain attempt to free himself he arched his back upwards, presenting Aragorn's lips a perfect target. While his lips were trailing kisses over the others chest, the ranger's free hand sneaked down the elf's body. Legolas felt his desire reawakening, but he knew that this was the wrong time for it.
'The wrong time... When will it be the right time, if ever?' Not showing any of those thoughts, he gathered his strength and with one swift movement had freed his hands and reversed their position.
"As much as I wish, we could forget about our duty, we both know that we cannot." He whispered at his lovers neck, while placing kisses at that point where he could feel life cursing through Aragorn's body.
A deep sigh was all he got as an answer for Aragorn knew how right the elf was, yet wished that just for a moment the world would stop and give him time to live and time to love.
Yet this was not the case and the lovers got dressed quickly and joined their friends who just smiled at them. Gimli sat on the table talking to the hobbits about the ents and about the fact that they had grown during their journey. On the other side of the room, Duncan and Methos were arguing about something. Legolas and Aragorn walked over to the two immortals to find out what was going on.
"Look, I already said, that we are staying until this ring is destroyed, yet we will have to find a way back. I don't plan on living in a world where neither beer not TV has been invented!"
"Honestly Methos, sometime it's hard to believe that you are 5000 years old. TV? Read a book!"
Shaking his head, Methos turned and smiled at two lovers.
"Never mind, we just have our 'good morning' argument. It's like a tradition, you know." With those words he turned towards Duncan and kissed him briefly on the cheek.
'Will we ever achieve this easy going way, this love that is so much part of each others life?' Legolas wondered silently, but he already knew the answer. Even if Aragorn loved him, he was still bound to Arwen and it would be her that would sit next to King Elessar and not him. Those thoughts hurt too much and for a quick moment the mask on the elf's face slipped.
Aragorn had watched Legolas closely and saw the flash of despair and pain that crossed the elf's face before he controlled his features again and showed no emotions. 'What is it that pains you so much, my love? Do you regret what we did last night? Did you tell me the truth when you said you love me?'
Rationally the ranger knew that he was being stupid for he had seen the love in the elf's eyes and felt how strong his desire had been. Yet there still was this insecurity for he was a mortal man and no elf and where Legolas was a prince he was a mere ranger until he would be able to claim the throne of Gondor.
Realizing that the other three were looking at him, he came back into the present when Gandalf entered the room.
"It is time that we confront Saruman."
Sorry! I will update more often now ( unless the beer runs out ;-))
Please r+r!
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Legolas woke up, feeling a hand travelling over his chest. Soft lips traced the line of his ears and he shivered, a hot tongue caressed the tip of his left ear and he jerked back as sensations far to sweet to be bearable ran through his body.
"I was sure this would wake you up!"
Refocusing his eyes, Legolas saw the smile on his lover's face and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes just minutes before he was thrown on his back and felt his hands pinned above his head. In a vain attempt to free himself he arched his back upwards, presenting Aragorn's lips a perfect target. While his lips were trailing kisses over the others chest, the ranger's free hand sneaked down the elf's body. Legolas felt his desire reawakening, but he knew that this was the wrong time for it.
'The wrong time... When will it be the right time, if ever?' Not showing any of those thoughts, he gathered his strength and with one swift movement had freed his hands and reversed their position.
"As much as I wish, we could forget about our duty, we both know that we cannot." He whispered at his lovers neck, while placing kisses at that point where he could feel life cursing through Aragorn's body.
A deep sigh was all he got as an answer for Aragorn knew how right the elf was, yet wished that just for a moment the world would stop and give him time to live and time to love.
Yet this was not the case and the lovers got dressed quickly and joined their friends who just smiled at them. Gimli sat on the table talking to the hobbits about the ents and about the fact that they had grown during their journey. On the other side of the room, Duncan and Methos were arguing about something. Legolas and Aragorn walked over to the two immortals to find out what was going on.
"Look, I already said, that we are staying until this ring is destroyed, yet we will have to find a way back. I don't plan on living in a world where neither beer not TV has been invented!"
"Honestly Methos, sometime it's hard to believe that you are 5000 years old. TV? Read a book!"
Shaking his head, Methos turned and smiled at two lovers.
"Never mind, we just have our 'good morning' argument. It's like a tradition, you know." With those words he turned towards Duncan and kissed him briefly on the cheek.
'Will we ever achieve this easy going way, this love that is so much part of each others life?' Legolas wondered silently, but he already knew the answer. Even if Aragorn loved him, he was still bound to Arwen and it would be her that would sit next to King Elessar and not him. Those thoughts hurt too much and for a quick moment the mask on the elf's face slipped.
Aragorn had watched Legolas closely and saw the flash of despair and pain that crossed the elf's face before he controlled his features again and showed no emotions. 'What is it that pains you so much, my love? Do you regret what we did last night? Did you tell me the truth when you said you love me?'
Rationally the ranger knew that he was being stupid for he had seen the love in the elf's eyes and felt how strong his desire had been. Yet there still was this insecurity for he was a mortal man and no elf and where Legolas was a prince he was a mere ranger until he would be able to claim the throne of Gondor.
Realizing that the other three were looking at him, he came back into the present when Gandalf entered the room.
"It is time that we confront Saruman."