1 Shining Hope
By SunRose
Chapter 3
Summary: Aragorn wakes up with Legolas in his bed… Rowr!
Disclaimer: STILL not mine! Damn…
Notes: Aw! You reviewers are so great! I love you all!
And, as much as I would like to be locked in a little room where I could write all day (especially about two hot guys we all know and love ^_~ ) there's this annoying little thing called 'life' that prevents me from updating as much as I would like. So I can't really email anyone when new chapters come out, or anything like that. Sorry!!!!! ^_^;;; Maybe later sometime… we'll see how things go!
Bon appetite! ^_~
Aragorn was awaking from what seemed to have been a particularly erotic dream. He didn't quite remember what it was, but it had been pleasurable enough that he did not want the sensations to disappear as he awoke. Opening his eyes slightly, Aragorn realized with a start that the feelings of bliss had not ended, in fact, they were now stronger. Aragorn fought the urge to moan, and instead sat up and looked down. Sprawled across his chest was a very pale lithe frame, which had one delicate hand wrapped around Aragorn's arousal. This was quite possibly the last and best thing that Aragorn had ever expected to wake up to. He knew he had to push the boy away, but secretly he did not want to, the feelings were just too exquisite. Realizing that Aragorn was awake, Legolas turned his head and nuzzled the man's neck. His voice was husky as he whispered to Aragorn,
"Now you DO want."
Hearing Legolas speak was enough to break Aragorn out of his trance. "No!" he shouted as he pushed the boy away. He belatedly realized that he was a bit rougher than he had to have been, for sensing the slight anger in Aragorn, Legolas had whimpered and began to crawl to the floor. Legolas was so confused! What had he done wrong? He had awoken sometime earlier, to find that Aragorn was slightly aroused. Why wouldn't Aragorn want Legolas to help him find release?
"Why did you do that Legolas?"
Aragorn's voice was quieter now, and he greatly regretted his harsh words, for once again, Legolas would not meet his gaze.
"Legolas?"
"But you WANT!"
Aragorn shook his head.
"No. I don't want this… you don't have to."
Legolas looked bewildered and slightly frustrated as he insisted his point further.
"You DO want! See!"
Legolas reached for Aragorn again, but the man stopped him. Legolas flinched as the man gently and swiftly took Legolas' wrists in his hands. Would the man hit him? Or worse, would he leave Legolas behind? Legolas was sure that if he could cry, the tears that would fall from his eyes might never cease.
"Legolas. I'm your friend. You don't have to serve anyone now. And you DON'T have to do this!"
Legolas sighed and shook his head again. It was so obvious that the man had needed release! Why could Legolas not be the one to give it to him? Like a cold slap, it finally hit Legolas. Aragorn was a prince. He probably wanted someone cleaner and so much… purer than Legolas! It was most likely that there were lots of pretty young girls, back in the land of Gondor, who would simply fall at Aragorn's feet or even sell their souls for one night with him. Who was Legolas to think that he could compare?
"Why you no want?"
Legolas' voice was now quiet and heavy with sadness. Through out all the time he could remember, no one had ever shown him any real kindness. He had been forced to please people who treated him so badly, and now there was a man who was so good and so kind that Legolas actually WANTED to make him happy. But this man didn't want Legolas, and had pushed him away. That had ruined any chance of Legolas having a bright future. He was sure that Aragorn was going to send him back to the tavern, where he would once again be used and beat.
"Legolas, I don't want you to do this because you feel you have to. I don't want you to serve me, or feel like you're less than I am. I care for you deeply."
At this, Legolas head shot up and his eyes went wide. Someone actually CARED, about HIM! Did Aragorn STILL care? Or would he soon reveal that Legolas' actions had sent away any thoughts of kindness that this man had towards him. As for Aragorn, he had only known this boy for a night, but his childlike innocence, even after all that he went through, touched Aragorn greatly. He didn't know to what extent that he cared for Legolas, but he did know that he would not want Legolas coming to his bed, unless Legolas was absolutely sure that he himself wanted it, not because he felt that he had to.
"You leave soon."
Legolas' head went back down and he hoped, beyond hope, that Aragorn would respond to his words with the reply for which he prayed…
"Not without you, I'm not."
Legolas leapt with joy, right into Aragorn's arms. He was going too! He hadn't ruined his chances of a future! It would be all right after all!
Aragorn was surprised that Legolas was suddenly abound with joy, but he was rapidly getting used to the changes in emotions. If Legolas had never experienced the pains that had made up his life, Aragorn was sure that the boy would probably be a joyous, and yet stubborn, soul. Once again he silently cursed the bartender. But soon Aragorn's thoughts returned to the thankful boy in his arms. He had already told Legolas that he was coming with them. Surely he didn't think that Aragorn would go back on his word, just because of a misunderstanding… Aragorn briefly hugged Legolas back, before setting the boy on his feet.
"Dress quickly, Legolas. For soon, we ride to Gondor!"
It was late morning, early afternoon, before the Company had set out on their ride home. The Hobbits had insisted on breakfast, then shortly after that was over, second breakfast had also become a necessity. Legolas had watched them eat with a fascinated curiosity. How could such little people eat so much?
Aragorn was very distracted that morning. Their host, Mella, seemed to be in a hurry for them to leave. He hadn't been the only one who noticed it. Boromir did too. When asked about, she simply responded,
"I'm expecting a rather large party of guests soon, and I will need the rooms, that is all."
The two men shared a look. Each silently saying to the other,
"She's lying, but there must be a good reason to leave."
So they hurried through second breakfast, and Mella was very relieved to see them go. She only hoped that, if Relcifan arrived, she would be able to stall him long enough for the group and Legolas to get safely away. And sure enough, only an hour after they had left, Relcifan's dark shadow appeared on the inn's doorstep.
"It is daytime, woman. Now you have no excuse to keep me out."
"That is true. Will you be having a drink?"
Relcifan's lips curled into a snarl as he sat down in a chair. He decided to have a drink and wait. Patience would reward him. Soon the boy would descend those stairs and Relcifan would have him. If anyone dared to oppose him, they would meet the bartender's fate. But in the eyes of Relcifan, even a violent bloody death was too kind for someone who would dare to take away HIS elf.
Legolas was stiff and tense as he rode in front of Aragorn. The man did not seem to want to touch him and Legolas figured that he was right about being unworthy. He hoped that maybe, once they got to Gondor, he would really be allowed a bath and maybe some of the dirt, both internal and external, would be washed away. Even though Legolas wished that Aragorn would not see him as dirty, Legolas still saw himself as unclean. He saw himself as a whore, nothing more than that. He had been touched, raped, beat numerous times, and yet he still hoped that Aragorn might actually DESIRE to touch him! Legolas told himself over and over what a fool he was.
Aragorn couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that morning. The memories of Legolas' touch ran through his mind. He became afraid that if he were to even briefly brush the boy that sat in front of him, he might become tempted to do something that he knew was wrong.
At dinner the night before, Aragorn had shared with Gandalf and Boromir, his suspicions that Legolas was really an elf. At first, Boromir had scoffed at the idea.
"Elves are merely a children's bedtime tale! They do not truly exist in our world!"
Gandalf had to correct him. The old wizard knew some elves. He and Aragorn even surprised Boromir with the fact that the Lord who they were bringing the message from was really an elf. Boromir was speechless.
"Lord Elrond was an elf! How could I not have seen?"
Gandalf chuckled and he and Aragorn shared a conspiratorial look. Boromir, still in wonderment, looked at them confusedly.
"What is it?"
"Well, Gandalf," Aragorn turned to the wizard, "Should we tell our comrade?"
Gandalf stroked his beard thoughtfully for a second, then nodded.
"You know, Boromir, elves, and even half-elves are more close to you than you would think."
Boromir had looked at Legolas for a second, before turning back to his prince and the wizard. Aragorn chuckled.
"My late mother herself was of elven blood. How did you think I kept so young for so many years?"
Boromir had been shocked and wished to further discuss Aragorn's heritage, but Aragorn had excused him and Legolas to bed before the conversation could continue.
Relcifan was growing more furious as time went on. The boy had not yet made an appearance. He might have figured out that Legolas was no longer there, except for the fact that his thoughts seemed to be blurring. Unbeknownst to him, Mella had been slipping medications into his drink. She knew that when he fully awoke, she would feel his wrath at full force, but this was the only way of keeping Relcifan at the inn and not continuing his pursuit of the boy. Although, Mella feared that she might not live long enough to know whether her efforts were in vain or not.
The sun was setting in the sky and the pale light of the moon was the only thing the Company had to travel by. Gandalf looked at the Hobbits with a slight annoyance.
"You know, we could have been to Gondor by now if you hadn't spent so much time eating."
The Hobbits argued back, but Aragorn was not listening to their arguments. There was something in the air that was not quite right. Legolas felt it too, he looked up towards the stars and his eyes widened.
"Smoke!"
Aragorn searched the sky, and at first, he saw nothing, but then, sure enough, in the distance there was a long column of smoke rising from the direction they had just come from. There must have been some immense fire. Aragorn wondered what could have caused such a large fire in such a short time. He frowned and gripped his horse's reigns.
"There's danger close by! Hurry, Friends! We must reach Gondor!"
With one arm around Legolas' waist, holding the boy close, and the other guiding the horse, Aragorn took the lead. He felt something slice into his shoulder, but he did not defer. Even when he felt the warm sticky blood running down his arm, he urged his group onward. They were being pursued and they knew not by whom or what, so their only chance of avoiding a possibly catastrophic battle was reaching Gondor in time.
Relcifan ran onward, his eyes glowing a vicious yellow. That man would not get away from him alive. Only one dagger had hit its target, but Relcifan had more than daggers to fight with. His eyes grew brighter, just as the sky above him was overcome with darkness. At Relcifan's command, rain began to fall from the sky. The flashes from the lightning were nothing compared the angry beam from Relcifan's eyes. He would have his elf, and the one who took him away would suffer.
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Well, what did ya' think?
Review and tell me!
Here's a small preview of the next chapter:
-Legolas realizes who it is that is following them. He pleads with Aragorn to just let him go. A startling confession in made.
By SunRose
Chapter 3
Summary: Aragorn wakes up with Legolas in his bed… Rowr!
Disclaimer: STILL not mine! Damn…
Notes: Aw! You reviewers are so great! I love you all!
And, as much as I would like to be locked in a little room where I could write all day (especially about two hot guys we all know and love ^_~ ) there's this annoying little thing called 'life' that prevents me from updating as much as I would like. So I can't really email anyone when new chapters come out, or anything like that. Sorry!!!!! ^_^;;; Maybe later sometime… we'll see how things go!
Bon appetite! ^_~
Aragorn was awaking from what seemed to have been a particularly erotic dream. He didn't quite remember what it was, but it had been pleasurable enough that he did not want the sensations to disappear as he awoke. Opening his eyes slightly, Aragorn realized with a start that the feelings of bliss had not ended, in fact, they were now stronger. Aragorn fought the urge to moan, and instead sat up and looked down. Sprawled across his chest was a very pale lithe frame, which had one delicate hand wrapped around Aragorn's arousal. This was quite possibly the last and best thing that Aragorn had ever expected to wake up to. He knew he had to push the boy away, but secretly he did not want to, the feelings were just too exquisite. Realizing that Aragorn was awake, Legolas turned his head and nuzzled the man's neck. His voice was husky as he whispered to Aragorn,
"Now you DO want."
Hearing Legolas speak was enough to break Aragorn out of his trance. "No!" he shouted as he pushed the boy away. He belatedly realized that he was a bit rougher than he had to have been, for sensing the slight anger in Aragorn, Legolas had whimpered and began to crawl to the floor. Legolas was so confused! What had he done wrong? He had awoken sometime earlier, to find that Aragorn was slightly aroused. Why wouldn't Aragorn want Legolas to help him find release?
"Why did you do that Legolas?"
Aragorn's voice was quieter now, and he greatly regretted his harsh words, for once again, Legolas would not meet his gaze.
"Legolas?"
"But you WANT!"
Aragorn shook his head.
"No. I don't want this… you don't have to."
Legolas looked bewildered and slightly frustrated as he insisted his point further.
"You DO want! See!"
Legolas reached for Aragorn again, but the man stopped him. Legolas flinched as the man gently and swiftly took Legolas' wrists in his hands. Would the man hit him? Or worse, would he leave Legolas behind? Legolas was sure that if he could cry, the tears that would fall from his eyes might never cease.
"Legolas. I'm your friend. You don't have to serve anyone now. And you DON'T have to do this!"
Legolas sighed and shook his head again. It was so obvious that the man had needed release! Why could Legolas not be the one to give it to him? Like a cold slap, it finally hit Legolas. Aragorn was a prince. He probably wanted someone cleaner and so much… purer than Legolas! It was most likely that there were lots of pretty young girls, back in the land of Gondor, who would simply fall at Aragorn's feet or even sell their souls for one night with him. Who was Legolas to think that he could compare?
"Why you no want?"
Legolas' voice was now quiet and heavy with sadness. Through out all the time he could remember, no one had ever shown him any real kindness. He had been forced to please people who treated him so badly, and now there was a man who was so good and so kind that Legolas actually WANTED to make him happy. But this man didn't want Legolas, and had pushed him away. That had ruined any chance of Legolas having a bright future. He was sure that Aragorn was going to send him back to the tavern, where he would once again be used and beat.
"Legolas, I don't want you to do this because you feel you have to. I don't want you to serve me, or feel like you're less than I am. I care for you deeply."
At this, Legolas head shot up and his eyes went wide. Someone actually CARED, about HIM! Did Aragorn STILL care? Or would he soon reveal that Legolas' actions had sent away any thoughts of kindness that this man had towards him. As for Aragorn, he had only known this boy for a night, but his childlike innocence, even after all that he went through, touched Aragorn greatly. He didn't know to what extent that he cared for Legolas, but he did know that he would not want Legolas coming to his bed, unless Legolas was absolutely sure that he himself wanted it, not because he felt that he had to.
"You leave soon."
Legolas' head went back down and he hoped, beyond hope, that Aragorn would respond to his words with the reply for which he prayed…
"Not without you, I'm not."
Legolas leapt with joy, right into Aragorn's arms. He was going too! He hadn't ruined his chances of a future! It would be all right after all!
Aragorn was surprised that Legolas was suddenly abound with joy, but he was rapidly getting used to the changes in emotions. If Legolas had never experienced the pains that had made up his life, Aragorn was sure that the boy would probably be a joyous, and yet stubborn, soul. Once again he silently cursed the bartender. But soon Aragorn's thoughts returned to the thankful boy in his arms. He had already told Legolas that he was coming with them. Surely he didn't think that Aragorn would go back on his word, just because of a misunderstanding… Aragorn briefly hugged Legolas back, before setting the boy on his feet.
"Dress quickly, Legolas. For soon, we ride to Gondor!"
It was late morning, early afternoon, before the Company had set out on their ride home. The Hobbits had insisted on breakfast, then shortly after that was over, second breakfast had also become a necessity. Legolas had watched them eat with a fascinated curiosity. How could such little people eat so much?
Aragorn was very distracted that morning. Their host, Mella, seemed to be in a hurry for them to leave. He hadn't been the only one who noticed it. Boromir did too. When asked about, she simply responded,
"I'm expecting a rather large party of guests soon, and I will need the rooms, that is all."
The two men shared a look. Each silently saying to the other,
"She's lying, but there must be a good reason to leave."
So they hurried through second breakfast, and Mella was very relieved to see them go. She only hoped that, if Relcifan arrived, she would be able to stall him long enough for the group and Legolas to get safely away. And sure enough, only an hour after they had left, Relcifan's dark shadow appeared on the inn's doorstep.
"It is daytime, woman. Now you have no excuse to keep me out."
"That is true. Will you be having a drink?"
Relcifan's lips curled into a snarl as he sat down in a chair. He decided to have a drink and wait. Patience would reward him. Soon the boy would descend those stairs and Relcifan would have him. If anyone dared to oppose him, they would meet the bartender's fate. But in the eyes of Relcifan, even a violent bloody death was too kind for someone who would dare to take away HIS elf.
Legolas was stiff and tense as he rode in front of Aragorn. The man did not seem to want to touch him and Legolas figured that he was right about being unworthy. He hoped that maybe, once they got to Gondor, he would really be allowed a bath and maybe some of the dirt, both internal and external, would be washed away. Even though Legolas wished that Aragorn would not see him as dirty, Legolas still saw himself as unclean. He saw himself as a whore, nothing more than that. He had been touched, raped, beat numerous times, and yet he still hoped that Aragorn might actually DESIRE to touch him! Legolas told himself over and over what a fool he was.
Aragorn couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that morning. The memories of Legolas' touch ran through his mind. He became afraid that if he were to even briefly brush the boy that sat in front of him, he might become tempted to do something that he knew was wrong.
At dinner the night before, Aragorn had shared with Gandalf and Boromir, his suspicions that Legolas was really an elf. At first, Boromir had scoffed at the idea.
"Elves are merely a children's bedtime tale! They do not truly exist in our world!"
Gandalf had to correct him. The old wizard knew some elves. He and Aragorn even surprised Boromir with the fact that the Lord who they were bringing the message from was really an elf. Boromir was speechless.
"Lord Elrond was an elf! How could I not have seen?"
Gandalf chuckled and he and Aragorn shared a conspiratorial look. Boromir, still in wonderment, looked at them confusedly.
"What is it?"
"Well, Gandalf," Aragorn turned to the wizard, "Should we tell our comrade?"
Gandalf stroked his beard thoughtfully for a second, then nodded.
"You know, Boromir, elves, and even half-elves are more close to you than you would think."
Boromir had looked at Legolas for a second, before turning back to his prince and the wizard. Aragorn chuckled.
"My late mother herself was of elven blood. How did you think I kept so young for so many years?"
Boromir had been shocked and wished to further discuss Aragorn's heritage, but Aragorn had excused him and Legolas to bed before the conversation could continue.
Relcifan was growing more furious as time went on. The boy had not yet made an appearance. He might have figured out that Legolas was no longer there, except for the fact that his thoughts seemed to be blurring. Unbeknownst to him, Mella had been slipping medications into his drink. She knew that when he fully awoke, she would feel his wrath at full force, but this was the only way of keeping Relcifan at the inn and not continuing his pursuit of the boy. Although, Mella feared that she might not live long enough to know whether her efforts were in vain or not.
The sun was setting in the sky and the pale light of the moon was the only thing the Company had to travel by. Gandalf looked at the Hobbits with a slight annoyance.
"You know, we could have been to Gondor by now if you hadn't spent so much time eating."
The Hobbits argued back, but Aragorn was not listening to their arguments. There was something in the air that was not quite right. Legolas felt it too, he looked up towards the stars and his eyes widened.
"Smoke!"
Aragorn searched the sky, and at first, he saw nothing, but then, sure enough, in the distance there was a long column of smoke rising from the direction they had just come from. There must have been some immense fire. Aragorn wondered what could have caused such a large fire in such a short time. He frowned and gripped his horse's reigns.
"There's danger close by! Hurry, Friends! We must reach Gondor!"
With one arm around Legolas' waist, holding the boy close, and the other guiding the horse, Aragorn took the lead. He felt something slice into his shoulder, but he did not defer. Even when he felt the warm sticky blood running down his arm, he urged his group onward. They were being pursued and they knew not by whom or what, so their only chance of avoiding a possibly catastrophic battle was reaching Gondor in time.
Relcifan ran onward, his eyes glowing a vicious yellow. That man would not get away from him alive. Only one dagger had hit its target, but Relcifan had more than daggers to fight with. His eyes grew brighter, just as the sky above him was overcome with darkness. At Relcifan's command, rain began to fall from the sky. The flashes from the lightning were nothing compared the angry beam from Relcifan's eyes. He would have his elf, and the one who took him away would suffer.
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Well, what did ya' think?
Review and tell me!
Here's a small preview of the next chapter:
-Legolas realizes who it is that is following them. He pleads with Aragorn to just let him go. A startling confession in made.