Disclaimers: See the Author's Notes! This is an AU! The R Rating is in effect now for good reason! Aragorn and Legolas' mental speech is in *. Elvish is in ''. Lemon warning for this chapter!!! By the way, the Haldir/Glorfindel prequel has been started- it's called 'Delusions'. Sorry for the- in my opinion- bad scene between Aragorn/Legolas. *cringes*
Reasons To Fight, Reasons To Wed
Part 29. Resurgence
Haldir felt his back protest slightly at being pinned to the wall, but he didn't care. His lips were entwined with Glorfindel's, fueling pent-up need, lust, and longing between the two.
Glorfindel felt slight trembling, as his firm hands pressed the younger Elf against the wall. He pulled back slightly and peered down into Haldir's face. Compassion entered into his eyes when he saw the slightly afraid look in the pewter eyes that gazed up at him.
Instead, Glorfindel released Haldir, and softly kissed him, silently apologizing for forgetting even for a moment. A gentle smile told the Elven lord that he was forgiven, until Haldir purposefully lashed out with his right foot and tripped Glorfindel, knocking him back onto one of the mattresses.
Glorfindel was unsurprised when Haldir straddled him, effectively holding him trapped against the bed. He smirked at the triumphant look on Haldir's face, before he easily reversed their positions, with a simple twist and turn.
Haldir was glad that Glorfindel had not commented on his momentary fear, and the 'Lorien Elf slyly smiled at the Elven lord, before nodding slightly. He was rewarded with a wonderful, spicy kiss, as a knee pressed between his thighs.
'Let me know if you…' Glorfindel whispered, gently roaming his hands over the smooth, firmly muscled chest beneath him.
Haldir softly answered, 'I'm all right.' Trust showed in his glinting eyes, as Glorfindel began teasing him, and he felt his body responding to the delicately tender touches. Though he did not mind a bit of roughness now and then, even if it did bring up some painful memories that he would rather stay buried in his unconscious mind.
Glorfindel was careful to keep his touches gentle, not wanting to bring back the agonizing memories that he knew Haldir had never truly forgotten, even after all this time. It was only natural, the Elven lord knew, after everything that had occurred.
Haldir rewarded Glorfindel with a moan of pleasure, before the 'Lorien Elf's lips crushed against his, and he brought his own firm, slender hands up and down Glorfindel's chest teasingly, with his fingers sending shivers down the other's spine.
Glorfindel raggedly groaned and began removing Haldir's leggings with one hand, while the other sent the younger Elf into pleasurable heights. He easily silenced the cry by covering the spicy, tantalizing mouth with his own, forcing his tongue between Haldir's willing lips.
Haldir enjoyed the savory kisses, though he trembled slightly, before pushing his own tongue into Glorfindel's open mouth, as his hands yanked down the Elven lord's leggings quickly. Their tongues teased each other, and the sizzling touches grew deeper, when Glorfindel began showing Haldir the many pleasures of the flesh that he had learned long ago.
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Elsewhere in Lothlorien
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Legolas and Aragorn continued their kisses, apparently content to just taste each other's warm, firm mouths, and their intoxicatingly sweet taste. Aragorn was the first to make a move, skimming the top of Legolas' bare chest with his hand, before gradually lowering it to rest on the slowly expanding waist.
A soft hand ran down Aragorn's spine, a single finger tracing it deliberately, causing the half Elf to shiver, before a passionate kiss silenced his soft cry, sending heat directly through Aragorn's entire body.
Legolas continued the slow torture until Aragorn knocked his hands away and maneuvered him onto the bed, with the Elf's back sinking into the mattress. Aragorn began to lower himself onto the smaller body, before he stopped and instead laid next to Legolas, using his arms to pull the Elven Prince onto his side, pressing them close together.
'Are you ok?' Aragorn worriedly asked, not wanting to hurt either Legolas or the child.
Legolas answered hoarsely, 'I'm fine, Aragorn, but very tired of waiting. Either hurry up or let me take-' His words were cut off by a firm tongue slipping into his open mouth, two hands began trailing over his mostly slight body, and one began tugging at his waistband.
Aragorn teased, 'You were saying? As for waiting… I prefer this…' He slipped a hand into Legolas' loose leggings, make the Elf gasp and arch towards him.
'Cheater,' Legolas gasped breathlessly, knowing that Aragorn had won this time. He moaned softly against Aragorn's lips, eager for more than just a union of their lips. He yearned for a reunion of their bodies, souls, and hearts, which they had not had since leaving Rivendell with their old and new friends.
'So you claim…' Aragorn breathed into a pointed ear, huskily whispering, as he finally began removing the confining leggings that his husband wore.
Legolas whispered, 'I don't claim; I know…' He reached for the breeches that Aragorn still had on, intending to remove them, until his hands were knocked away again. 'Aragorn…' he protested needfully. 'If you take control this time, then I will have it next time.'
'So you say,' Aragorn teased, before he moved his hand slowly, purposefully, enjoying the soft groan that sounded at the touch.
Though Legolas was not truly upset when the one he loved took control of their movements, swiftly taking off his own leggings, before he passionately began joining their bodies together carefully.
Their cries echoed around the talen, as the two renewed their love, needing this. This was no mere symbol of love or done simply because they were wed; it was a reaffirmation to both that they belonged together, no matter what Meron or any other person might do. Their loving was sweet and pure, reminding both of the first time they had done this.
Legolas' face was flushed from passion and their love-making, as he gazed at Aragorn, who had a possessive hand on his waist, exploring the bulge that was their child.
Aragorn was startled at a flutter that he felt, a tiny kick which proved that there was new life growing inside of Legolas- their baby. 'Does that hurt?' he questioned, rubbing it gently.
'Not too much,' Legolas answered honestly. He was growing rather tired and resented it, because this was the first time in a long time that he had been alone with Aragorn and, instead of spending it with him, Legolas was struggling to stay awake. A yawn escaped from his lips, drawing Aragorn's attention.
'Let's both go to sleep,' he suggested, trying not to be too overprotective of Legolas. But it came so naturally to him to be protective of Legolas and their child.
Legolas glared briefly at Aragorn, who sweetly kissed the glare away.
'I don't want to sleep, I want to-' Whatever he was going to say was suddenly cut off. 'Mmm…' Legolas moaned, when a warm mouth began kissing his pale throat, trailing down to his chest, before it reclaimed his lips.
Aragorn gently stroked the blond hair, as he moved closer and draped an arm across the beautiful creature who was the center of his life. Both yawned deeply, before Legolas nestled deeper into Aragorn's strong arms, reluctantly giving in to the tiredness that plagued him. He felt a warm kiss being placed on his forehead, after one was given to his swollen lips.
Aragorn heard the contented sigh that left Legolas. He waited, until deep breathing proved that his lover and husband was truly asleep, before the half Elf pulled a soft, silky blanket around them both.
With his face buried into the golden locks of hair that belong to the one he loved, Aragorn also went to sleep. The half Elf held Legolas close to him, as if to protect both their child and him from any unseen dangers. He refused to let go of the two most precious things in his entire world.
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Early The Next Morning
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Legolas awoke early, for he was very hungry. He unwillingly untangled himself from the warm arms wrapped around him and sat up, before he began dressing. His fingers absently ran through his hair, trying to make it slightly neater, for it did look a little messy.
Aragorn awoke at the sound of Legolas climbing down the ladder of their talen. He quickly pulled on his own clothes and ran after him, fretting because Legolas had not awoken him before leaving. The half Elf was not even breathing hard by the time he caught up with his husband.
'Where are you going?' Aragorn questioned.
Legolas replied, 'To get something to eat, Aragorn, and nothing else. You needn't worry so.' He smiled at his husband, who frowned a little.
Aragorn sighed, 'Why didn't you just tell me?'
'Because I'm not a child and you are not my parent, dear Aragorn,' Legolas said slyly, before he poked him on the nose slightly. 'I am capable of getting something to eat alone.'
'You've been around Haldir too much,' Aragorn muttered, seeing the mischievous look in Legolas' eyes. 'And I would hope that I am not your parent, Legolas.' A smirk was in his voice.
Legolas flushed and snapped, 'You know what I meant, Aragorn.' He stalked ahead of the half Elf, looking unhappy.
Aragorn and Legolas both stopped when Galadriel stepped in front of them, wearing one of her gowns that were pure white, illuminating her long, golden hair and pale skin.
'I would have words with both of you,' she said impassively, looking at them with no emotion in her voice or on her face. 'Please follow me.'
Wordlessly, the two did as they were bid, and Galadriel led them to a private clearing, where some trays of food were already resting on a white, carved, stone table. The soft grass tickled across Legolas' bare feet, and the scent of blooming flowers of the night was sweet. A few benches were here as well.
Aragorn silently wondered why Galadriel wanted to speak with them, for he did not understand what was so important that she would come herself to get them, instead of sending a messenger to bring them.
'Eat, Legolas,' Galadriel told the blond Elven Prince, who he gathered some fruit, lembas, and vegetables from the trays into one of the wooden bowls that were carved with delicate-looking vines and leaves.
Legolas then sat on one of the benches and began eating, next to Aragorn.
'What is so urgent, Lady Galadriel?' Aragorn questioned, not wanting to offend her, but he was worried that it meant that something had happened.
Galadriel turned her gaze to Aragorn. 'You know well that the deceiver known as Meron desires Legolas above all else, and that he will stop at nothing to gain that which he desires.' The Lady of the Wood gracefully sat down on another bench, before she continued. 'You must prepare yourselves for whatever challenges lie ahead, because he is not a foe to be reckoned with lightly, and his powers are, as of yet, truly unlimited. No one knows just how powerful he is and there are very few who can match him.'
Legolas had paled a little at Galadriel's words, though he already knew that Meron wanted him and no other. But if his powers were unlimited… Legolas shuddered, knowing that his own currently faltering magic was no match for Meron, not while he carried a child.
Aragorn wrapped an arm around Legolas protectively. 'Meron will never have him… again. I know that Legolas' magic is unstable, but what about Thranduil's?'
'Thranduil has only recently regained that which was lost to him, son of Arathorn. You need a different sort of magic to defeat Meron,' Galadriel said. She looked directly at Legolas, who met the gaze unwavering.
'I don't understand,' Aragorn protested.
Galadriel replied, 'You need to use the magic that is within you, if you dare to find and awaken it fully. For your sake, for Legolas' sake… and for your childrens'…'
Legolas questioned, 'Children?' He looked slightly confused, as he bit into a pear.
'Could you honestly not feel the two children that grow within you, Legolas?' Galadriel inquired. She probed his mind, and sighed gravely. 'No, you have not… Other things have disturbed your rest and mind…' A hint of compassion was in her eyes, as well as slight sadness.
Legolas paled more, before he rested a hand on his waist. Two children, he thought in wonder… and slight fear. Two children that Meron would want to exploit, to hurt Aragorn.
Aragorn was pure white at those words. 'T-two? Twins?' he choked out, looking aghast, surprised, and… slightly pleased. He completely forgot what Galadriel had said about his own magic.
Galadriel nodded wordlessly. She then told them to eat well, and that she would speak to them again before she left.
Aragorn and Legolas didn't have any time to speak of the shocking news alone, before Gimli, Boromir, Elena, and Thranduil joined them, being hungry for breakfast themselves.
Thranduil admonished Legolas to eat, so he did, still looking shaken. The King of Mirkwood sat on Legolas' other side, eating some dried meat.
Gimli sat on the ground, being too short for the benches, and Elena sat next to him. Both ate silently, for they were very hungry. Elena was starving because she hadn't eaten very much since leaving Rivendell while chasing after them.
Boromir took a seat by himself, keeping an eye on everyone. His eyes drifted around the entire group as he ate, but they mostly stayed on a certain Elf who remained silent the rest of the meal.
At one point, Aragorn looked up and caught Boromir looking directly at Legolas. His brown eyes narrowed at the Steward of Gondor, flashing a silent warning; he's mine.
Boromir merely raised an eyebrow, as if to challenge that statement, but he said nothing. He was amused at the possessive attitude that Aragorn was taking over Legolas.
The only two not present were Glorfindel and Haldir, and almost everyone knew why.
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Mordor
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"I'm tired of waiting," Meron complained to an unseen person, who smirked.
A smooth voice answered, "Then why wait? It would be easy to just capture him yourself instead of waiting for the fools who failed once to fail again."
Meron liked that idea, and a cold smile lit up his face, before he narrowed his eyes. "You just want to see him again. That's why you want to attack them. Father's seeing stone showed you that they are all traveling somewhere, but I don't know where yet."
"Maybe I do," the voice purred. "I owe him something, after all. Maybe you do not want the Elven Prince as much as I thought you did?" A cruel snicker echoed around the dark room.
"Of course I do," Meron growled. "Fine, then. Come up with a plan. If it's good, I'll use it to capture Legolas, and you can have fun with your toy."
The eerie voice hissed in pleasure, "Excellent…"
To be continued
