Note: None of these characters are mine! I'm still undecided on the relationship thing… But that is for the sequel. This fic has Haldir/Legolas and Legolas/Aragorn slash in flashbacks. Elvish speech is in ''; translations are in ( ). Language, violence, and lemon warning!

Torn

Part 6

"Get off of me!" Legolas snapped. He glared up at the human who had him pinned to the bed. "I mean it," he said fiercely, anger blazing in his blue eyes. He shifted slightly, and winced, for his side was throbbing again.

"Why?" Aragorn smirked, until he saw the unfeigned look of pain on the Elf's face. "What's wrong?"

Legolas muttered, "Nothing." He twisted and bit back a cry, hatred burning in his eyes.

Aragorn frowned menacingly. "What is hurting you?" he asked again sharply. He brought a hand down, to cup the Elf's face and wound up accidentally brushing the injury with his elbow. A cry of agony sounded.

"My…my…side…" Legolas moaned, in too much pain now to argue. Though he hated having to reveal his weakness to Aragorn, and he could not help it. The pain was now too great to ignore. He was surprised and tensed when Aragorn used his own strength to turn him onto his uninjured side.

"Hold still," Aragorn told him sharply, as the Elf shifted again and a tiny cry of pain left him. The human's fingers quickly removed the make-shift bandages that Haldir had applied. Concern shone in his eyes when he saw the deep gash that had been torn open a third time, by his elbow, when he had brushed it.

Legolas' entire body was tense, as probing fingers inspected the wound. Beads of sweat were on his forehead. But he was stunned when Aragorn climbed off of him, stood, and carefully lifted him into his arms. "Put me down!" Legolas exclaimed.

Aragorn was surprisingly gentle as he carried the wounded and angry Elf into the main room. He ignored the complaints that Legolas gave him, and laid the blond beauty onto the couch. Aragorn then went over to his pack and dug through it for his smaller bag of herbs.

Legolas scowled when Aragorn returned, carrying a familiar bag. It was the same one that had been used during the quest to destroy the One Ring. Narrowed blue eyes watched grey ones as the human removed some herbs and used a dagger to split them, before applying the aloe to the wound.

Another moan of pain sounded, followed by a faint whimper. Legolas remembered other times… when he and Aragorn had treated each other's injuries. That was before the Fellowship… in better, happier times. In fact, that was how they had found out their feelings for each other.

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Flashback

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Legolas sat next to Aragorn, binding a few of his injuries. It was just after Gollum had been brought to Mirkwood, and the Ranger had arrived battered and bloody. Legolas had taken Aragorn to his room to tend to him.

'I harna lothron san luume' fallan-, Estel,' the Elven prince told his friend quietly, as he worked on a particularly severe injury. (The wound may take time to heal, Estel.) He finished and looked at his friend… who was handsome, in Legolas' opinion.

Aragorn smiled and said, 'Diola lle, mellonamin.' (Thank you, my friend.) The Ranger was surprised when he saw a wince cross his friend's beautiful face.

Legolas murmured, 'Lle creoso, Estel.' (You're welcome, Estel.) Pain was in his heart, for once more he had been called a friend by Aragorn.

"What is wrong, Legolas?" Aragorn questioned, slightly puzzled by the sadness in his friend's eyes. He longed to take the Elf into his arms to console him, but feared of crossing the borderline of friendship.

"Tis…tis nothing, Estel." Legolas was surprised at himself, for he was acting so young, like a virgin, which the Elven prince certainly was not. He gasped when strong hands gripped his arms and turned him to face the human who sat beside him.

Aragorn's breath caught, as he gazed at the blond beauty, who flicked his pink tongue out to moisten those perfect lips.

Legolas took a deep breath, and blinked, watching his handsome friend, right before a sweet, staggering kiss was given to him. Heat rose in Legolas' face, as he eagerly responded, returning the kiss with fervor. The two kissed hard and sweet, as they began tearing at the other's clothing frantically.

In the back of his mind, Legolas was glad that he had closed and locked his door, as Aragorn's coarse hands removed his shirt and tunic. A ragged moan left the Elf, as the human trailed sweet kisses down his slim, pale throat.

Aragorn was pleased to hear the moan, and pushed Legolas onto the bed, laying him flat. The two began kissing again, and Aragorn was glad that he was not wearing his shirt, as he slid one of his hands inside Legolas' leggings, causing the Elf to arch towards him, gasping.

Legolas had never felt like this before, as Aragorn tormented him with his hand, while nipping at his throat. The Elven prince tried to reach for the human, who pinned his hands to the bed.

"You are not going to be in control this night," Aragorn said firmly, withdrawing his hand and rocking his hips towards Legolas' own.

Legolas frowned. "Why not?" he said, while moaning at the same time. He'd never felt this before; not even with his other lovers, male or female. His desire shone in his eyes, clearly seen by the human.

Aragorn straddled the Elf better, and smiled. "You are always in control, Legolas. I am in control now." He emphasized his point by kissing his shuddering friend hard, and ramming his tongue into that perfect mouth, teasing Legolas' own tongue.

Legolas didn't like how arrogant his friend was being, but it was quickly swept away in the rush of desire, as hands removed his leggings, and tossed them aside. He was vaguely aware of Aragorn flinging his own leggings off, and turning back to him.

Aragorn teased Legolas mercilessly, enjoying his dominance over the beautiful Elf, who thrashed under him at the slightest touch.

'Estel…saes…' (Estel…please…)

'Nyar amin lle mern amin,' Aragorn said, as he prepared to catch Legolas' release. (Tell me you want me.)

Legolas scowled. 'N'uma, Estel,' he protested. (No, Estel.) He gasped as Aragorn tortured him even more, and groaned. The Elf arched towards the human, pleading wordlessly.

Aragorn took pity on the blond beauty and tenderly kissed him, showing Legolas without words that he was sorry. He had not meant to dominate so roughly or be so harsh.

The Elf's blue eyes lost his unhappy look, as he finally cried out and released into the waiting hand. "Aragorn…" Legolas whispered, dropping the Ranger's Elven name.

Aragorn coated his fingers and himself, before he turned Legolas over and began preparing him, causing mewing sounds from the trembling Elf. Legolas felt slightly ashamed that he was acting so… young. But as Aragorn entered him, a little roughly, the Elf forgot everything else, as he cried out.

A kiss silenced the cry. The two made love frantically, forgetting everything except for their desire, which had been pent up for so long.

Legolas was spent, as he looked over at Aragorn. "Now what, Aragorn?" he questioned, wondering what this meant. He wondered how his friend had done this to him, making him feel and act so young. No other had made him act like this,

"I don't see any problems," Aragorn answered, using his arms to pull Legolas closer to him.

"Arwen…" Legolas murmured knowingly.

Aragorn said, "Until the day we are wed, she does not mind who I bed." He looked at Legolas, and wrapped his arms around the Elf. 'Lle naa vanima, amin Legolas.' (You are beautiful, my Legolas.)

Legolas blushed a little. 'Diola lle, Aragorn. Amin utu lle seasu ma- na vithel,' he whispered. (Thank you, Aragorn. I find you pleasant to look at also.)

The two lay together the rest of the night, wrapped in each other's arms.

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Aragorn was drawn back to those same memories, as he treated and bandaged Legolas' wound. How could they have known then that this was going to happen, the human thought bitterly. Legolas had seemed so naïve and innocent then, though the appearance was deceptive.

The Elf in question whimpered again in protest when the human took a firm grip on his wrists and held them together. Aragorn used some of the remaining bandages to bind the slender wrists together tightly, just enough so that Legolas could not possibly wriggle his hands free.

"What are you doing?" Legolas asked angrily, as the same was done to his ankles. He glared up at Aragorn, suspicion and anger in his eyes. The half-dressed Elf shivered a little, trying to hide it, as he met the stony gaze of the human.

"Showing you what it feels like to be completely helpless," Aragorn said, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Legolas shivered again, and recoiled when Aragorn tried to touch him. "Don't," he said sharply.

Aragorn's sharp eyes caught the shivers, and he mentally sighed, before he scooped the Elf into his arms carefully. Legolas trembled from cold and fear, as he was slowly carried back to the bedroom.

"Why are you so cold?" Aragorn questioned, as the blond head momentarily rested against his chest, seeking warmth, before Legolas jerked away.

"T-Too much b-blood loss," Legolas answered, knowing it was not the full truth. He was not going to tell Aragorn that he was even the tiniest bit afraid of him. The human had a severe advantage right now.

The Elf relaxed slightly when Aragorn placed him back on the bed, but froze when the human climbed up next to him, before placing a blanket over them both. Strong arms encircled Legolas' waist, holding him against the human.

Legolas was getting sleepy again, and desperately tried to stay awake. He could not fall asleep when Aragorn was here, for the human could do anything to him while he was asleep. He muttered, "Why are you doing this?"

Aragorn feigned neutrality. "Only I get to decide when to kill you, Legolas. No other will take that pleasure from me." He brought his mouth to the Elf's and kissed him hungrily.

Legolas couldn't help responding a little, before he turned his face away angrily. "You just want to humiliate me," he accused. "And don't do that!"

"Do what?" Aragorn asked, in a mocking voice. He could see that the Elf was fighting to stay awake…and losing.

"Haldir will get you for this," Legolas hissed, as his blue eyes began clouding over. He finally fell into another healing sleep and needed it. Aragorn pulled Legolas closer to him, cradling the blond Elf tenderly, as one might expect a lover to do. Legolas' blond head was resting on the shoulder of the human the Elf claimed to hate.

Aragorn wondered at himself. This Elf had most likely killed Arwen, and here he was, keeping the Elf warm. The human was disgusted with himself. Why did he have to be so damn weak, he mentally snapped at himself. He should kill Legolas for Arwen's death… But he could not bring himself to do it. Instead, Aragorn held the one he claimed to hate, trying to warm him. Yet he could do nothing else, as he watched the sleeping Elf.

A few hours went by, and Aragorn held Legolas close, a strange expression on his face.

The front door opened and closed. Haldir entered the small house, carrying fish on a string of leather, and a few sharp sticks. He did not show any surprise that Aragorn was no longer on the couch and silently went over to the fire with the meager fish he'd managed to catch, though it had taken him a long time. Winter was a difficult time for fishing, even for an Elf. The fish were hung momentarily from the iron rod, and the Elf headed towards the bedroom.

Aragorn heard a soft sound of pain, and listened. It was not coming from Legolas; that much was certain. He looked up as Haldir approached the room and opened the door. The two gazed at each other for a few moments.

"Is he well?" Haldir asked.

Aragorn nodded. "He is. What happened?" He referred to the blood on the Elf's hands.

"Ice is difficult to break," Haldir answered neutrally. He said nothing about the position that Legolas was being held in, for he knew the one he loved would not turn to Aragorn, without saying something to him first. Haldir took Legolas in his strong, capable arms, and brought him out to the fireplace.

Aragorn followed silently, and watched as the older Elf gently cut the bindings on the younger Elf, pain written in his eyes. Legolas' eyes shifted back to normal for a few moments, and happiness shone in them as he gazed at Haldir. The two blond Elves kissed sweetly, seemingly ignoring the human who was watching them, with jealousy written on his face.

If Haldir detected that Aragorn had kissed Legolas, he gave no sign of it. He was careful to keep his hands from being seen, and told his lover to return to sleep. Food would be ready soon, and they could eat properly. Legolas nodded, and cast a glance over Haldir's shoulder at Aragorn. Anger and confusion were in his blue eyes, before he yawned again, and rested his head against Haldir's chest. He fell asleep after a few moments.

Aragorn watched, scowling, as Haldir planted a kiss on Legolas' forehead. The older Elf lay Legolas flat on the couch, and painfully covered him with one of the blankets that were on the floor.

Steel-grey eyes met grey eyes, before Haldir turned and dropped his sword on the floor, for it hurt to hold it. The sound of the dagger striking the floor did not awaken Legolas, as Haldir stood and slowly began heading towards the door again.

"Where are you going?" Aragorn questioned, frowning.

Haldir looked back impassively. "If I am going to cook Legolas' dinner for him, I need to wash my hands. Do not wake him while I am gone."

Aragorn grabbed the older Elf's wrist. "Don't tell me what to do," he snapped. The human gaped at the blood flowing out of Haldir's palm, which had been scraped when he had broken through the ice. His sword had slipped too much to be very effective on the ice, so Haldir had done what he had to do.

Haldir yanked his hand away, and said, "Legolas needs rest to recover. My Elven senses detect that your scent is on him, and I doubt that it was from what I saw." Aragorn could say nothing to that, and listened as Haldir continued speaking.

"If he desires you, I have no objections. But I also smell his fear, which means that whatever you were doing to him, he was afraid," Haldir said, a hint of anger in his voice. "I told you not to hurt him, Elessar. Next time, I will do more than warn you."

"I did not hurt him," Aragorn retorted. "I treated his wounds and was trying to keep him warm." He didn't know what to say about Haldir's other statement.

Haldir inclined his head. "I know you still want him, Elessar. Even as you hate him." The Elf looked at his bloody palms, and sighed, before looking back at the human.

Aragorn's mouth dropped open. "How did you…" He quickly changed tactics. "No, I don't! He killed Arwen."

"Do you truly believe that, Elessar?" Haldir questioned.

Aragorn was surprised at the seriousness in the Elf's eyes. He remembered Haldir as being arrogant and boastful, not wise and unselfish. "I… I'm not certain," he finally said, admitting his true feelings. "Sometimes I believe he is, and other times…" Aragorn shook his head. "It seems impossible."

Haldir hid a smile at those words. "Love is a strange thing. It can sometimes blind us to any faults the ones we love had, but never does it hide their strengths. Legolas would never have killed her, Elessar. He would not hurt you like that." The Elf grimaced, as he flexed his hands. "You and I both know that."

"How can you be so certain?" Aragorn questioned, not understanding Haldir's blind faith.

"Because I love him," Haldir answered. "And I believe in him." He turned and headed towards the door once more.

Aragorn sighed, and cursed his conscience. "Wait," he muttered, as he strode over to his pack. He knelt down and removed the water bag, along with a cloth.

It was Haldir's turn to watch, while the human cleaned his hands off and treated them. "Thank you, Elessar," the Elf said. He walked over to where the fish hung, intending to start cooking them, so he could give Legolas a proper meal.

Aragorn shook his head, walked over, and picked up one of the sticks, which had a sharp point on it. He took a fish off of the string, and carefully placed it on the stick, before he handed the stick to Haldir.

Why was he helping them, Aragorn wondered. These two were runaways, and outcasts of their own Kin. Legolas claimed to hate him, and Haldir didn't seem to have an opinion either way, as long as he did not hurt Legolas. The king of Gondor could not figure it out. How had these two Elves gained his sympathy? They were so thin and pale, and both were now injured. They seemed content, as long as they had each other. Nothing else seemed to matter to them. But it did, for Haldir and Legolas had saved his life.

Aragorn angrily threaded another fish onto a stick and began cooking it, holding it near the fire, as Haldir was doing. If anyone had told him that he would be eating and sleeping in the same hut or house as Legolas, he would have laughed at them. And the same went for treating Legolas' side and Haldir's hands.

To be continued