There will be only one more chapter after this…*sob* I will miss working on this story during Algebra and German…I guess I will have to get over it. Um…in this chapter the title will finally come into play…(emphasis on the word finally.) This chapter is rated R for language. Elvish speech is in ' '. Enjoy!

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'Legolas!' yelled Haldir, pounding on the door to their room. 'Legolas let me in!'

In response there came a giggle and then a low soft moan. Sighing Haldir turned and left, smiling inwardly.

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In the room…

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'I love you,' whispered Legolas.

'And I you,' Faramir replied, pulling the elf closer to his chest. 'I am going to kill Aragorn for taking you away from me.

'Not if I get to him first,' said Legolas, grinning wickedly.

'Fine,' agreed the human. 'He's all yours'

'Thank you for understanding my love, for this is very important to me.'

'Only you have the right to kill him,' said Faramir, running his tongue over the elf's pointed ear, making him shudder.

'But before I do, I want to talk to him.'

'Why?'

'You remember the bargain we made with him all those years ago?'

'Yes.'

'Well I want to know *why*. What was in it for him? He didn't tell us the real reason why he wanted us apart. He was always a bad liar.'

'You amaze me sometimes,' said Faramir, kissing him hard.

'I'm going to go and talk to him now,' said Legolas, pulling away.

'Now?' asked Faramir, as the elf retrieved his leggings from on top of a lamp. 'What is a better time to talk then later? Stay a little longer.'

'I need to feel the pleasure of killing him right now!'

'You can have all the pleasure you need right here,' said Faramir seductively.

Sighing Legolas jumped landing on top of him and kissing his neck over and over.

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One hour later….

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Kissing Faramir's forehead, Legolas tiptoed out, hopeing he wouldn't wake him. He succeeded and he ran down the hallway, looking around to take in his surroundings. 'I know you're here somewhere, you bastard. You can't hide forever.'

Lost in his thoughts he didn't realize he had bumped into something half his height.

"I'm sorry master elf," came a voice and Legolas looked down as the other looked up.

"Legolas?" cried Merry, excited and confused. "What are you doing here? We thought you were dead. Oi!" he called. "Look who it is…Legolas!"

Soon he was surrounded by all four hobbits. "Where were you all this time?" asked Frodo. "We have so much to tell you," said Sam. "Cool its Legolas's ghost!" said Pippin pinching the elf.

"What is all this?" asked the voice belonging to the person he was looking for.

"Legolas has returned Aragorn," said Merry.

"Legolas? Are you sure?"

"Positive, look he's here!"

As Aragorn rounded the corner, Legolas forgot that he wanted to talk to him first. With a cry he threw himself at him, punching him in the stomach.

'Stupid bastard!' he cried in elvish, blows raining down on the human's face now. 'Did you think you could get rid of me so easily?' His foot lashed out and caught Aragorn's nose, making blood fly everywhere.

"Legolas,' cried Merry from the corner the hobbits had retreated to. "Why are you doing this Legolas?"

"You wouldn't understand young one," snapped Legolas as he motioned to kick Aragorn again. This time however he felt himself being pulled down and he landed next to the human. He winced as pain seared through his chest.

'I think you want to talk to me Legolas,' murmured Aragorn through a split lip that was bleeding badly.

'Yes,' replied Legolas breathlessly, gingerly touching his ribs. They weren't broken but they felt sore.

'You will want to bind those,' said Aragorn. 'Come, we will heal you and talk.'

Unable to say no, because of the fire in his chest he followed the human to his room, leaving the hobbits staring after them.

'If truth be told I am not that surprised to see you,' said Aragorn washing his hands in his water basin near the window.

'You aren't?' asked Legolas, biting his lip, to try and block the pain.

'No,' chuckled Aragorn. 'You are much tougher than you look.'

'Thank…' began Legolas but then he remembered who he was talking to and what he was saying. 'You don't mean that!' he screamed, trying to hit him again, but he only succeeded in falling to the floor.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' said Aragron, lifting the lithe elf into his arms. 'You'll just injure yourself further.'

'Put me down!' yelled Legolas softly, struggling against the Ranger.

'That is not possible for you'll just bruise your ribs further.'

'I don't care! Put me down!'

'As you wish,' said Aragorn, dropping him on the bed. 'Now tell me…what did you want to talk about?'

In response Legolas turned away, while his head was buzzing with thoughts.

'Must you be so stubborn Legolas? I'm only trying to help you…'

'Oh bull shit! You can take your words and shove them up your ass! You were never trying to help me…not ever!'

'Yes I was,' said Aragorn softly, as he began to remove the elf shirt to inspect his ribs.

'What was that?' asked Legolas, red in the face from yelling.

'All this time I was trying to help you, protect you…'

'Protect me?' asked Legolas trying to move, but the man held him down.

'That's right, your hearing is as perfect as ever.'

'Why in hell do you think I need to be protected?'

'From him,' murmured Aragorn, while applying some gel-like substance to Legolas's chest. 'This painkiller will make the pain go away until your healing ability kicks in,' he said as the elf realized what he had said.

'I get it now. You're just jealous! First you leave me, and then you say I need to be protected from the one I love? You are so full of shit Aragorn! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!' Now that the pain was gone, he took the knife he had been hiding in his boot and pressed it to Aragorn's throat.

'No you don't Legolas,' said Aragorn, ignoring the fact that he was being held at knifepoint. 'He doesn't love you, and he never has. I was just trying to protect you…to save you from being hurt, like I hurt you. I wish I could take it all back now, I really do…' Legolas lowered the knife at this and Aragorn took the chance to replace his shirt, gently brushing the skin with his fingertips.

'Shut up Aragorn!' whispered the elf. 'Just shut up! He will not hurt me, I know he won't. Do you want to know the difference between you? Faramir doesn't treat me as if I am about to break at any moment, he respects me. He is noble, and kind and generous, like you will never be. And he loves me. You are not capable of loving, son of Arathorn, you bastard! I hope you die!'

And with that he ran out of the room, sobbing.