Note: Ok… I've decided to make Elrohir the oldest, for obvious reasons… No, Elladan is not done tormenting Legolas, as you'll find out very shortly. This chapter focuses a bit more on Aragorn. Elvish speech is in ''; the letter sentences are marked with **. This is an A/L slash fic! The R Rating still stands for assault and attempted rape. Takes place about a month after the last chapter. Sorry, I did a couple of time jumps to reunite Aragorn and Legolas quicker.

Missing You

Part 13

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The North

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Aragorn just couldn't focus on what he was supposed to be doing. As a field commander, and potential leader, he should be out leading the patrols. Instead, he was in his tent, re-reading a letter that his foster father had sent him a month ago.

A smile crossed his face, when he read where Elrond had written that Legolas was doing much better now, but severely missed him. It was a not-so-subtle hint for him to come

home to visit, Aragorn knew. He did want to go home.

He missed his beautiful friend, and knew they still needed to talk. They had never ended their argument, because Aragorn had been forced to leave in the middle of it. But he had been going to tell Legolas that he had honestly forgotten about his trip to the North.

Aragorn wanted to write Legolas, but was afraid that his friend would not read it. So he continued reading the letter. Elrohir had added a few sentences, saying that he was taking care of Legolas, helping the younger Elf master his fighting techniques. Not that Legolas needed it, Aragorn's older half brother had stated.

Aragorn sighed. That was the end of the letter, so he tossed it back on his table. It landed upside down, and for the first time since the letter had arrived, Aragorn saw a few written sentences on the back.

He picked it up again, and slowly read them. It was from Legolas; the half Elf would know that delicate script anywhere.

**Please come home, Aragorn. I need you. Mel, amin.**

Aragorn reread the last two words. 'Love, me.' A shout burst out of his lips; a happy, joyous shout. Legolas did love him, and wanted him to come home. The thought sobered Aragorn a bit.

He couldn't go home, but maybe Legolas could come here. The half Elf grabbed a blank piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink well, and hastily scribbled some words down, ending with the same two words that Legolas had written.

Then he raced out of his dismal tent, and found the messenger.

"Take this to Rivendell," he told the messenger. "I want it there as soon as possible."

The messenger nodded and left. "At once," he said, before he mounted his horse and galloped off.

Hope beat in Aragorn's heart that Legolas could come and be with him here. He felt light and happy, as he went back to his tent.

A grimace crossed his face when he saw how messy it was. Clothes, books, and other such items were on the floor of the tent, making it difficult to walk. His bed was unmade, and his small table had papers strewn all over it. Aragorn instantly went to work, making everything look nice and tidy. Just in case…

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Rivendell, a few days later

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Legolas was doing his best to avoid Elladan, who kept cornering him and trying to finish what he had started. Elrond had been called away suddenly to Lothlorien right after they'd sent a letter to Aragorn, so he hadn't had a chance to speak with his youngest son about his actions.

Elrohir had told Elladan to leave the young one be, but it hadn't worked. Elrohir could do little else, because he did not have the authority to banish Elladan from Rivendell. So the older son of Elrond did his best to keep Legolas from ever being alone.

It didn't help that Elladan countered those orders, so he could be alone. Something needed to be done and quickly, because Legolas' luck would run out eventually. The sounds of an approaching horse caught Elrohir's attention. He went out to greet the rider.

Legolas entered his room after a day spent in the library, with Glorfindel nearby. He didn't dare go outside and practice his archery, because no-one else was out there. So the only weapon he carried was a small dagger right now.

Why hadn't Aragorn written back, the blond Elf thought unhappily. The letter that he'd added a few sentences to on the back had been sent a few days after…

The sound of the door closing and locking behind him drew Legolas' attention. He whirled around and gasped when he saw Elladan smirking at him.

'Leave me alone, Elladan. I am not interested in you, understand?' Legolas snapped angrily. 'Go bother someone else.'

Elladan smirked. 'I could…but they wouldn't be as pretty as you are when you're angry.'

Legolas stayed on the opposite side of his room, watching Elladan warily. 'Why are you doing this?'

'I owe you, young princeling, for a certain tomato that was thrown into my face. As well as numerous other pranks played on me…' Elladan purposefully strode towards the younger Elf.

Legolas drew his dagger from its secret sheath. 'Leave, Elladan. I do not want you here.'

Elladan raised an eyebrow. 'You are getting a bit above your station, Legolas. My father is the ruler here.'

'Your father told you to leave me alone,' Legolas retorted.

'My father is not here…' Elladan lunged towards the beautiful Elf, who darted out of the way and sliced at Elladan's right arm.

Elladan brought his left hand down hard on Legolas' wrist and twisted it, hard enough so that the blond beauty was forced to drop his dagger. Legolas hooked one of Elladan's feet and knocked him to the floor, but was dragged down as well because of the painful grip on his wrist.

Elladan wasted no time in straddling the younger Elf, before he grabbed the other wrist, and brought them into one grip, slamming them down onto the ground hard. Legolas struck out with his right foot, catching Elladan squarely in the jaw. He squirmed under the older Elf, who knew his strengths and weaknesses well.

'I've been watching you for months, Legolas,' Elladan said. 'I've learned what moves that you are likely to make before you even make them.'

Legolas lashed out with his feet again, causing Elladan to growl low in his voice, before he painfully jabbed his right elbow directly into Legolas' ribcage, leaving the archer gasping and wheezing, as he struggled to remain breathing.

Even with the wind knocked out of him, Legolas desperately tried to free himself, which angered Elladan, and he backhanded the blond Elf hard enough to make blood drip from Legolas' nose.

Elladan fully positioned himself over the Elf, pinning him effectively to the ground. He rocked his hips towards Legolas' and heard the young one whisper a denial.

'I hate you,' Legolas hissed, unable to catch his breath so he could scream.

A hand began messing with his leggings. Elladan took his time in lowering them, gazing at the beauty of the trapped Elf, whose legs were held down with Elladan's own. A cold, cruel hand began teasing Legolas, who struggled, but he only succeeding in arousing Elladan even more.

'Elbereth help me,' Legolas whispered. He squeezed his eyes closed, as he jerked, trying with all of his strength to break free. His body was responding to what Elladan was doing, but he didn't want this. 'Stop,' he choked out, shaking his head as he felt himself coming close to… 'I don't want this. Let me go!' He thrashed, wanting Aragorn here.

'Why would I stop now?' Elladan smirked, as he began sharply biting at Legolas, leaving his hand where it was. Bite marks went all over the pale, ivory skin of Legolas' throat, causing him to whimper and fiercely bite at Elladan hard enough to draw blood. It was the only way he could hurt the older Elf.

Legolas' hands were released momentarily from their bruising grip so that Elladan could strike him again, and that happened to be the older Elf's downfall. Two pale, slender hands came up and shoved at Elladan angrily, knocking the Elf off of him. It was effective because it startled Elladan.

Legolas rolled away from the older Elf and stood, taking the time to fix his leggings. His breathing still came in short gasps, and he had one of his arms wrapped around his ribs. The younger Elf bolted towards the door, grabbing his cloak on the way.

Elladan tried to catch him but could not, as Legolas clumsily undid the lock and ran out of the room. The Elf knew that he was going to be in big trouble with Elrohir over this, but he cared not. Legolas was his to play with. A present that Elladan had decided to give to himself.

Legolas could not run very far, and stumbled down to where Elrohir was speaking with someone. The older Elf looked up and mentally cursed Elladan when he saw the pale, slightly shaking blond Elf heading towards him, carrying a cloak.

The messenger from the North believed that Legolas was a girl, for he was beautiful, not handsome.

'Oh, Legolas…' Elrohir said, placing a hand on the younger Elf's shoulder. He sighed, and shook his head. 'I've been thinking for a while of somewhere else that you could go… where you will be safe from Thranduil and Elladan both.'

Legolas gasped. Somewhere else? He would have to leave Rivendell? He winced, and tightened the arm around his ribs.

Elrohir still held the letter he had been reading, and now he handed it to Legolas. The archer read it curiously, and a slow smile slowly lit up his face.

'Can I go?' he questioned hopefully.

Elrohir nodded. 'I think Father would agree, Legolas. You can leave whenever you are ready.' And it would give them time to not only deal with Elladan, but to figure out a way to get Haldir out of Mirkwood. Legolas would be safe in the North with Aragorn.

Legolas quickly put on his cloak, pulling the hood over his face. The long, green cloak swirled around him, creating the illusion that he was a girl, because his blond hair was not in its braids today. Legolas wore a white shirt, with a blue tunic, and green leggings, with tan-colored shoes.

Elrohir turned to the messenger. 'Escort this Elf to back to Aragorn. Make certain that no harm comes to Legolas, or the wrath of this Elven kingdom will be on your head.'

The messenger flinched and nodded, before leading Legolas and Elrohir outside. The older son of Elrond whistled, bringing a silver-colored horse instantly.

Legolas hid his injured ribs, as he mounted the horse carefully, thought beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He said nothing, however, and watched as the Man who was to escort him mounted. The two galloped off at once, with Legolas' hood keeping his winces and flinches, from the pain his ribs were giving him, hidden.

The messenger wanted another look at the beautiful, mysterious Elf. But he remembered what the other Elf had told him.

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The North, a few days later

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Aragorn was instructing his group of shoulders on sword-fighting and demonstrating the better moves with his own sword, when he heard the sounds of two horses approaching. He turned impatiently to see who it was, and saw the messenger he had sent to Rivendell was back, with a slender figure shrouded in a green cloak.

Aragorn went over to the two on horseback. He was surprised when the messenger dismounted and then helped the other figure to dismount, treating the cloaked figure like a lady.

Legolas brought his eyes up to meet Aragorn's, fatigue and happiness shining in them. He gracefully walked towards his friend, catching the attention of everyone else who stood there, watching him.

A wondering look came into Aragorn's grey eyes, before he ran forward and took the figure in his arms. The hood was pulled off, and Legolas laughed slightly at the look of shock on Aragorn's face. It was a tinkling, merry laugh, that led everyone else to believe he was a female Elf, for his pointed ears showed quite clearly against his beautiful, flowing hair. Most were gazing in awe, for they had never seen such a gorgeous, entrancing Elf before.

'Legolas…' Aragorn whispered. He brushed some of the golden strands out of his friend's eyes, before he instinctively brought his lips to Legolas', kissing him sweetly.

Legolas eagerly returned the kiss, drawing cheers from those who watched. He whispered, 'I missed you.'

A smile lit Aragorn's face, until he saw the bruises and bite marks around Legolas' neck. He frowned slightly and questioned, 'What caused those?'

'We need to talk, Aragorn,' Legolas murmured. 'Alone.'

Aragorn turned toward the soldiers he'd been teaching. "Dismissed," he shouted, as he took one of Legolas' slender hands in his larger ones, before he led Legolas to his tent.

Legolas followed silently. His ribs were healing, though still a bit sore. When they were inside of the tent, and the flaps were tied down, Legolas brought his sorrowful gaze up to meet Aragorn's questioning one. Both sat on the bed, and Legolas began speaking quietly.

To be continued