Note: None of these are my characters! Elvish speech is in ''. This is an A/L slash fic! That means a male/male pairing. Legolas will be back to normal after spending some time in Rivendell. I know he's acting OOC right now, but give me three or four chapters, and the old Legolas will be back. Takes place about three or four days after the last chapter. Lemon warning!

More Than Friends

Part 10

Legolas awoke and sat up slowly. The blond Elf was uncertain of where he was, for he now lay inside of a room. The walls were white, with numerous green plants around the room on small tables or hanging from the domed ceiling. The bed he lay on was soft and luxurious, with smooth, silky blankets.

Legolas then realized that his wounds no longer hurt him. He glanced down, noticing for the first time that he was wearing a white healing robe. And he was clean all over. The dirt, grime, and blood that he had had on him had been washed away. A heated blush settled on the Elf's face, as he imagined someone else bathing and dressing him.

A pale, slender hand went up to his hair, and Legolas was relieved when he determined that it was growing back, thought slightly slower than it should have. The Elf pushed the covers back, and swung his feet over the side of the bed.

For the first time in days, Legolas stood on his own two feet. He peered around, before slowly walking over to the door. The blond Elf opened it, and looked around to see if anyone was there. He saw no-one, so the bare-footed Elf began wandering through the hallways, with the white one-piece robe he wore brushing against the floor.

Elrond, Aragorn, Elrohir, and Elladan were speaking and eating quietly, when Legolas peeked around the corner. None saw the blond Elf, as they continued eating, while discussing what to do about Legolas's situation.

Legolas's blood went cold when he heard Elrond state that he would rather bring war between Rivendell and Northern Mirkwood than send him back.

'No!' Legolas cried. 'I don't want a war here or there!'

Four pairs of eyes jumped to the Elven Prince.

'You're awake,' Elrond said gently. 'Would you like something to eat?'

Legolas was very hungry, but he ignored it right now. 'I don't want my friends to get hurt,' he said earnestly. 'I would return to Mirkwood before a war started because of me.'

Aragorn frowned. 'You cannot be serious, Legolas. You would risk your life to prevent a war?'

'I don't want innocent Elves getting hurt over this,' Legolas explained. 'Haldir…' The Elven Prince's voice trailed off. He was gravely concerned for his mentor.

Elrohir pushed back his chair and stood, before he walked over and placed a gentle hand on Legolas's shoulder. 'Aragorn has told us of everything that Haldir has done for you, and we are trying to find a way to get him safely out of Mirkwood.'

'Thank you, Elrohir,' Legolas said.

'Will you not come and eat with us?' Elladan asked. 'You cannot help Haldir by starving yourself.'

Legolas nodded in agreement, and Elrohir led him over to the table. The blond Elf sat next to Aragorn, as was customary when he was in Rivendell. A plate of food was brought to him, and Legolas began to eat slowly.

Elrohir sat once more, and saw his twin brother staring at the youngest Prince of Mirkwood, or ex-Prince of Mirkwood, since Legolas had run away from his home. The son of Elrond hid a sigh, for he recognized the look in Elladan's eyes for lust and desire, as well as another emotion which he could not identify. Elrohir thought Legolas had become quite beautiful as well, but the Elf felt only a brotherly affection for him.

Elladan watched the blond Elf eat and speak with his father and Aragorn quietly. The Elf was making his own plans, starting with Aragorn being sent away to the North as quickly as Elladan could arrange it. With Legolas's 'bodyguard' around, the other Elf knew that he could never get close to the pretty Elf.

Elrond questioned, 'How are you feeling, Legolas?'

'Much better, Lord Elrond,' Legolas answered quietly. 'Thank you for letting me come here.'

Elrond was troubled at the meek and quiet manner that Legolas now possessed. He remember the mischievous Elf who had played many pranks with Aragorn on Elladan, when his foster son and Legolas had been younger. The Elven lord hoped that Legolas would regain the spark that used to shine in him.

But Elrond was not completely surprised at Legolas's demureness. Aragorn had told him of what he had seen done to Legolas, and how Haldir had protected the Elven Prince from King Thranduil as best as he could, even taking a beating for him. The wounds that Legolas had had when Elrohir and Aragorn had brought him here had been staggering.

The Elven lord knew that it would take time for Legolas to recover emotionally, but he would make it as easy for him as possible. Elrond's sharp eyes had caught that Aragorn felt more than a friendly affection towards the Elven Prince. He had warned his foster son to let Legolas make the first move. It was Elrond's belief that Legolas felt something for Aragorn as well.

Legolas finished eating, and looked around silently.

Aragorn caught his glance and smiled. 'Want to come see our room?' he questioned.

A faint flush appeared on Legolas's face, before he nodded and said, 'All right.' The two stood and walked away.

Elladan's eyes glared at Aragorn's back as the two left together. He would have followed them, if Elrond had not stopped him.

'Let them be, Elladan. They have not truly been alone for a very long time, and they need to rekindle their friendship. It will do Legolas some good to be near Aragorn for a while,' Elrond told his son neutrally.

Elladan realized that his father would not easily agree to Aragorn returning North for a while. But he broached the topic anyway. 'Father, has Aragorn not been fulfilling his duties? He is the heir of Isildur, yet he spends very little time with the Dunadain in the North and more here with us. Does he not need to spend more time with them in the event that he becomes the King and takes the throne?'

Elrohir was shocked at his brother's words. It sounded as if Elladan wanted Aragorn to go North for a while.

Elrond turned to face Elladan. 'What you say is true, my son. Aragorn is more comfortable here than with the Dunadain. But he is supposed to return to them when his escort arrives. I made the arrangements before I found out about what was happening at Mirkwood. I would postpone it for Legolas's sake, but Aragorn must attend to his other duties eventually.'

Elladan was elated, for he had forgotten that a messenger from the Dunadain had come shortly before he and Aragorn had left for Mirkwood. That meant his foster brother would soon be gone. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, before he returned to his neutral expression.

Elrohir and Elrond both missed the look on Elladan's face, as they continued their meal.

Meanwhile, Legolas followed Aragorn to their old bedroom.

'Has it changed much?' he questioned curiously.

Aragorn grinned. 'Not really, Legolas. It was straightened up, however.' A sly look was in his eyes.

Legolas instinctively choked back sudden laughter, for he remembered how he and Aragorn and left it the last time they had been together in Rivendell. But his father had forbidden laughter, and Legolas blindly kept to that rule and the numerous others.

Aragorn narrowed his eyes, but said nothing, as he opened the door. The half Elf let Legolas enter first, before he closed the door behind him. He did not see Legolas's slight nervousness at being alone with him.

Legolas turned away from Aragorn, ashamed of what he had just been thinking. He went over to the bed and sat on it, before he switched his position. The blond Elf now lay flat upon it, unaware that part of the white robe he wore had been pulled above his knees.

Aragorn froze at the bewitching sight of his best friend laying there, with his perfect legs showing. The half Elf was getting aroused, in spite of what he had told his foster father.

Legolas saw a strange expression appear on his best friend's face. He gracefully stood and walked over to the half Elf. 'Are you all right?' he asked gently, seemingly unaware of his appeal. Aragorn reacted instantly to Legolas's nearness. He kissed him, softly at first, until the kiss became hard and tantalizingly sweet.

Legolas was slightly taken aback by Aragorn's kiss, but warmed up to it, responding sweetly. Aragorn's arms looped around Legolas's waist, as the slender Elven arms wrapped around his neck. A few more kisses came and went.

Legolas completely forgot his objections as Aragorn's tongue entered his mouth. Desire and love soared through him, as he grew bolder, slipping his own tongue into the sharp taste of Aragon's mouth. His hands slipped down to the half Elf's shirt and began removing it.

Aragorn himself could not remember why this was a bad idea, for he had forgotten that he had to return to the North very soon. Right now, he took what he could, and slid down to the floor. The half Elf grasped the end of the robe that Legolas wore and easily slipped it off, leaving it in a discarded pile. The sheer beauty of Legolas's bare skin was enough to take Aragorn's breath away. He stood and lifted the blond Elf in his arms, carrying him over to the bed.

Legolas was slightly apprehensive, but his fears began to die away as Aragorn tenderly cupped his face, after laying him on the bed. The Elven Prince was not a virgin, but he had never been with another male before.

Aragorn removed his own clothes, before he joined Legolas on the bed, positioning himself over the beautiful Elf. His hands were slightly rough but skillful, as he teased the Elf. A shuddering cry caught the half Elf's attention, and he looked at Legolas in concern.

'What's wrong?' he questioned, concern in his voice.

Legolas moaned, 'I have never done this before, Aragorn.' He felt ashamed, and waited to hear if his friend would ridicule him.

Aragorn frowned slightly. 'Never had sex?'

'No,' Legolas whispered. 'I've never been with another male… My father forbid it…'

Understanding lit in Aragorn's eyes. He had had numerous lovers, male and female, for Elrond did not care who he took to his bed. 'Then I will show you, Legolas.'

Legolas was stunned when Aragorn gently began touching him, drawing soft cries from the perfectly-shaped mouth, as the blond Elf was tortured.

Aragorn paused once, fearing that he was hurting Legolas's injuries. 'Does your back hurt, Legolas?' He was instantly reassured by the blond Elf's answer.

'Aragorn… I want you…' Legolas whimpered, arching his body towards Aragorn's, lost in desire. A moan escaped him when Aragorn's hands moved to the most sensitive part of him. The half Elf exquisitely sent Legolas over the peak of his desire, before he bestowed another kiss on the sweet lips of his best friend.

Legolas was swirling in emotion, as he traced his smooth, pale hands down Aragorn's chest. The half Elf groaned at the shy, hesitant touches, that grew bolder, until Aragorn cried out his release.

'Legolas, you torment me so,' Aragorn whispered, as the blond Elf beneath him squirmed. He was fully aroused again, now, as the perfect body under him brushed him intimately. 'May I show you more ways of pleasure?' he questioned.

Legolas wordlessly nodded. He had never known such pleasure in his life, the blond Elf thought, as Aragorn left the bed long enough to grab a vial of fragrant massaging oil, before he turned.

Aragorn turned Legolas over and straddled him, before he went to work the oil, using his fingers. Hoarse gasps encouraged the half Elf to move on, after he had prepared the moaning blond Elf. Aragorn coated his arousal, before he gently eased himself into the Elven Prince.

Legolas let out a cry of pain, for it hurt at first. Aragorn whispered words of comfort to his best friend, before he went to work. The cries of pain turned to ones of pleasure as they eventually came together. Aragorn pulled out and turned to the blond Elf.

Legolas felt warm arms encircle him, and pressed his head against Aragorn's chest. 'I didn't know it could be so…' he whispered. The blond Elf sighed and closed his eyes in wonder.

Aragorn and Legolas were both spent, sweat glistening on their bare skin as they lay together. Their hair stuck to their faces, as they lay there, content not to move for a while.

Neither noticed that the door was slightly cracked open, now, and that another Elf had watched them.

Elladan seethed silently. Aragorn had beaten him to bedding Legolas, but he would have the blond Elf before too long, the son of Elrond vowed. The sight of Legolas so thoroughly enjoying his foster brother's ministrations was enough to drive Elladan's rage to a boiling point.

First he would bed the younger Elf- and more thoroughly than Aragorn had, Elladan thought. Then he would get revenge for all the pranks that Legolas had played on him with Aragorn. His revenge would be very sweet, indeed.

Elladan then walked away, after shutting the door silently. He was anticipating when Aragorn would no longer be here to protect Legolas from him, as he had done when the blond Elf was younger.

To be continued