Title- Deceived
Author- RdTale

I know It's been a while since I've written
Sorry, but the computer erased my whole story for some reason. I also had to change my Author's name again,
because it wouldn't let me sign on. Anyways Here's the next installment. Enjoy!



They rode through the forests until darkness fell. Knowing that they could not reach Rivendell in the obscurity of night,
Aragorn
called them to a halt.

Legolas slid of the horse landing lightly on the ground. For some reason Aragorn found himself missing the
feeling of the elf in his arms.

Aragorn shook the strange thoughts out of his mind and helped Legolas and Boromir unpack their thin sleeping
cots.

"I'll go get some water." Boromir grunted, before heading off into the woods.

Aragorn watched as Legolas lit a fire using the
dead wood that littered the forest ground. The flames danced and the shimmering light illuminated the elf's features.

A slender figure, clothed in the green of the surrounding woods. A fair face with sparking blue eyes and finely arched
eyebrows were surrounded by long silky hair that seemed to shift like flames of gold in the firelight.

A strange feeling enveloped Aragorn.




Legolas jumped of the horse and helped unpack the supplies. After Boromir offered to go find water, Legolas
decided to start the fire.

He retrieved the flint from his pack and gathered the deadfall into a pile. Then he struck the flint repeatedly until a
spark was formed and soon he had a fire going. He kneeled in front of his makeshift fire and felt the warmth
emanating from it.

Suddenly Legolas felt a pait of eyes upon him.

He looked around and found Aragorn staring in his direction. The fire cast the man in
flickering shadow. Dark eyes peered at him from beneath a fall of dark tousled hair, sending shivers down his back.

Legolas averted his eyes, instead staring back down at the fire. He tensed as he heard footsteps behind him, getting closer.

A voice sounded behind him.

"We are near Rivendell." Aragorn spoke softly.

Legolas merely nodded, unable to utter any words.

"A few hours at most." The man continued. Hearing a strange tone in Aragorn's voice, Legolas turned to face him.
He was startled by what he saw in those unfathomable eyes.

A deep longing.

But for what? Unknowingly, he moved closer to the Ranger. Legolas felt a lightheaded feeling overcome him,
something that he had never felt before.

They were almost touching now. Aragorn stood slightly taller than him and Legolas had to look up in order to meet
that steady gaze. Withought warning Aragorn leaned forward kissed him.

Legolas stiffened in surprise, his mind protesting the sudden action. Slowly he relazed, his body melting against
Aragorn. Warmth and pleasure swept through him. One hand ran through his hair, while the other crept around his
waist.

A noise sounded from the distance and Legolas reluctanty pushed the man away from him. Before Aragorn could
say anything he whispered to him.

"Boromir is returning."

Aragorn nodded and released him.

A little while later Boromir strode into view.



They reached Rivedell the next day after only a few hours of riding. Legolas had not spoken to him the whole time
and Aragorn feared that the beautiful elf regreted what had passed between them last night.

He himself felt nothing but joy. He still remembered every single detail. Their bodies melting together as they kissed
in the firelight and running his fingeres through silken hair. Soft lips against his own.

He could still taste the elf.

Like the sweetest of berries.

His thoughts were inturupted as one of the gaurds announced that they were being summoned straight into Elrond's
throne room. Aragorn entered the room and saw the king seated on his throne, his crown of office resting on his
brow. Every inch of him was the image of nobility.

Then he noticed the person seated at King Elrond's right. The most beautiful lady he had ever beheld. A pale,
smooth complection and surrounded by raven hair. The dress she wore accentuated her perfect figure.

It was at that moment that the King spoke.

"I see you have returned, Aragorn. This must be you companion."

Boromir barely inclined his head in recognition. Not noticing, the king continued.

"I would like you to meet my daughter, Arwen."

The beauty beside him smiled.


TO BE CONTINUED

Yeah! another chapter finished. This one was pretty long. Reviews are ok if you wanna send them. . . . . . . .Ok I admit
it. . . I REALLY want reviews!!