A/N: yay, the fifth part. finally! sorry it took so long, I've been busy. sleeping of course. Oke oke molesting my legolas plushie. Kidding! ^_^;; Anyway, hope you enjoy! (cuz leggy and aragornny are more into their relationship! yay!)
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"Aragorn..." I asked him, reaching back and stroking his hair.
"Yes?" his voice was quiet as he kept a strong arm around my slender waist.
"Please explain everything to me."
I felt him sigh and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and wrapped his arms tighter around me.
I could almost hear him thinking of what to say as he let go of me and leaned down beside the stream. The moon had broken through the clouds since he'd found me, and I could see silver lights dancing off the water.
"Things will be explained later," he trailed his fingers in the water.
"Later when?" I crouched down beside him.
I could see him smirk. "I thought elves were supposed to be patient."
"I thought humans were supposed to be simple."
*
As the days passed, Aragorn alternated between spending the day with Arwen to me, and back again. Things were simple for a while; he would come to me in the night and sneak into my bed - providing I was in one and not in a tree - and curl his body around mine. One nights, though, I snuck into Arwen's room and watched the two of them sleep. They looked wonderful together. Absolutely perfect.
Which is why I cannot understand why he also wanted me.
*
"Legolas, my friend," Arwen said to me one morning as I lay stretched out in the lower branches of a tree, which is how I often chose to relax. "It seems our Aragorn is in better health than he may have ever been."
"Yes, friend. That appears to be so," I watched carefully as a small butterfly darted through the leaves.
"Have you any idea why that is?" her tone was questioning.
"No, my dear maiden. I have not," I was beginning to tire of all the word and mind games she played as of late.
"He is in love."
The butterfly zipped off with the wind.
"...Oh."
*
"I cannot comprehend your words!" she shouted to me as I stalked down the corridor.
"Yes, but I cannot understand yours, either!" I shouted back and slammed open the door to my chambers.
"You heard my words, friend!" she put harsh emphasis on the last word. "I know that you know exactly what I am talking about!"
I stopped mid-step. Slowly putting my foot down, I turned to face her. "Do you think I want to know what it all means? Do you think I want to know which one of us will end up with a broken heart?"
She glared at me.
"Do you?"
I had never seen Arwen angry at me, nor anyone else before. I suppose that the only thing she loved was the only thing that could make her resort to this - yelling at someone who was one of her dearest of friends.
"I did not ask for this, Arwen. I do not know what will become of all this. I do not think I want to know. All I am going to say is that we should both enjoy the peace and love we are receiving. And you know damn well what I mean!" I entered my chamber and closed the door, regretting my words.
I knew Arwen regretted hers also, for I could hear her sadness as it echoed down the corridor as she approached my door.
"I am sorry, friend," she whispered through the door, and I leaned my back against it. "I know what you mean... I just..." she slumped to the floor with her head in her hands.
I opened the door and dropped to my knees, and threw my arms around her fragile body and held her close. I did not wish to see her like this, and I told her so.
"I am sorry, Legolas. I do not know what has come over me," she tucked her hair behind her ears and stood. "Please forgive me," she smiled.
"You do not worry, fair maiden," I smoothed her hair. "We both know his illness will return, you and I, and that we cannot cure him by ourselves. And I propose that, for him, we stop our arguing. It is pointless. Do you agree, Arwen?" I smiled back.
She made no response, just leaned in and kissed my cheek.
*
"Aragorn..."
"Stop it!"
"Aragorn..."
"Stop it, Legolas!"
"Aragorn!"
"Legolas!"
"Aragorn!"
"Legolas!"
Silence.
"Legolas?"
A bird chirping.
"Where did you go, friend?"
Grass rustling in the wind.
"Hmm..." I could see him as he cocked his head to one side and peered carefully into the trees to look for me.
I hid a laugh as he walked right past me.
"All right then, friend. I give up! The game is yours!" He turned in a circle.
"I win! I've got you!" I jumped out from the tree and grabbed him around the waist.
He laughed. "You certainly have."
I jumped as his hands pushed me against the trunk of the tree and his face touched mine. He smiled softly as he breathed deeply, and kissed my cheek. "You're beautiful," he whispered.
If I experienced emotions, I may have blushed just then. But I did not have time to, for in almost the same instant, he pressed his lips to mine and didn't pull away.
His hands ran through my long hair and down to my slender shoulders as I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close.
He pulled away - just barely - and let his lips touch my neck, going down to my shoulders as he slowly backed my up against a tree.
Ever so gently, he kissed my neck and slowly straightened up and looked closely at me, his face only inches from mine.
"Do not worry," he whispered, almost inaudibly. "I am not sorry for out time spent together. Are you?"
I shook my head, and opened my mouth to speak.
"Sh," he pressed a finger to my lips. "You needn't say anything. Just stay here with me until the sun sets."
Nodding, I closed my eyes and let his body rest against mine.
*
I watched Arwen as she approached Aragorn's bed. She knelt down and took a limp hand of his, clutching it close to her chest, hovering near her necklace.
"What... happened?" she whispered, tears spilling onto her cheeks.
"We know not, My Lady," I replied, putting a hand on her shoulder as I came up behind her. "He fell ill again."
"He fell ill. He simply fell ill?" She rose to her feet, resting Aragorn's hand beside him again. "He may be dying and all you can say is that he 'fell ill'?" I thought she was going to scream, but she did not.
"A healer has not yet arrived, My Lady," I gritted my teeth, holding back my own anger. "He should be here by tonight."
"Is that the best you can do?" she asked angrily. "He is a king! He is a king! He deserves a healer now!" She threw herself towards me, although she did not know if she wanted to hit me or not.
I grabbed her and held her tight as she leaned against me, her fragile body racked with sobs.
*
For days, we watched over Aragorn, as one healer came, and then the next. After the fifth one had come and gone, we knew it was not a physical illness he was suffering from. It was so much more.
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*cries* aragorn! *wails* *gets smacked by pippin* -.O*... Pippin: and you say I'm immatu-- wha? A bug! EEEEEEEeeeeehhhh!!!! *runs away* ... *blank stare* iight. oke! ^^; so, please review, etc. thanks!
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"Aragorn..." I asked him, reaching back and stroking his hair.
"Yes?" his voice was quiet as he kept a strong arm around my slender waist.
"Please explain everything to me."
I felt him sigh and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and wrapped his arms tighter around me.
I could almost hear him thinking of what to say as he let go of me and leaned down beside the stream. The moon had broken through the clouds since he'd found me, and I could see silver lights dancing off the water.
"Things will be explained later," he trailed his fingers in the water.
"Later when?" I crouched down beside him.
I could see him smirk. "I thought elves were supposed to be patient."
"I thought humans were supposed to be simple."
*
As the days passed, Aragorn alternated between spending the day with Arwen to me, and back again. Things were simple for a while; he would come to me in the night and sneak into my bed - providing I was in one and not in a tree - and curl his body around mine. One nights, though, I snuck into Arwen's room and watched the two of them sleep. They looked wonderful together. Absolutely perfect.
Which is why I cannot understand why he also wanted me.
*
"Legolas, my friend," Arwen said to me one morning as I lay stretched out in the lower branches of a tree, which is how I often chose to relax. "It seems our Aragorn is in better health than he may have ever been."
"Yes, friend. That appears to be so," I watched carefully as a small butterfly darted through the leaves.
"Have you any idea why that is?" her tone was questioning.
"No, my dear maiden. I have not," I was beginning to tire of all the word and mind games she played as of late.
"He is in love."
The butterfly zipped off with the wind.
"...Oh."
*
"I cannot comprehend your words!" she shouted to me as I stalked down the corridor.
"Yes, but I cannot understand yours, either!" I shouted back and slammed open the door to my chambers.
"You heard my words, friend!" she put harsh emphasis on the last word. "I know that you know exactly what I am talking about!"
I stopped mid-step. Slowly putting my foot down, I turned to face her. "Do you think I want to know what it all means? Do you think I want to know which one of us will end up with a broken heart?"
She glared at me.
"Do you?"
I had never seen Arwen angry at me, nor anyone else before. I suppose that the only thing she loved was the only thing that could make her resort to this - yelling at someone who was one of her dearest of friends.
"I did not ask for this, Arwen. I do not know what will become of all this. I do not think I want to know. All I am going to say is that we should both enjoy the peace and love we are receiving. And you know damn well what I mean!" I entered my chamber and closed the door, regretting my words.
I knew Arwen regretted hers also, for I could hear her sadness as it echoed down the corridor as she approached my door.
"I am sorry, friend," she whispered through the door, and I leaned my back against it. "I know what you mean... I just..." she slumped to the floor with her head in her hands.
I opened the door and dropped to my knees, and threw my arms around her fragile body and held her close. I did not wish to see her like this, and I told her so.
"I am sorry, Legolas. I do not know what has come over me," she tucked her hair behind her ears and stood. "Please forgive me," she smiled.
"You do not worry, fair maiden," I smoothed her hair. "We both know his illness will return, you and I, and that we cannot cure him by ourselves. And I propose that, for him, we stop our arguing. It is pointless. Do you agree, Arwen?" I smiled back.
She made no response, just leaned in and kissed my cheek.
*
"Aragorn..."
"Stop it!"
"Aragorn..."
"Stop it, Legolas!"
"Aragorn!"
"Legolas!"
"Aragorn!"
"Legolas!"
Silence.
"Legolas?"
A bird chirping.
"Where did you go, friend?"
Grass rustling in the wind.
"Hmm..." I could see him as he cocked his head to one side and peered carefully into the trees to look for me.
I hid a laugh as he walked right past me.
"All right then, friend. I give up! The game is yours!" He turned in a circle.
"I win! I've got you!" I jumped out from the tree and grabbed him around the waist.
He laughed. "You certainly have."
I jumped as his hands pushed me against the trunk of the tree and his face touched mine. He smiled softly as he breathed deeply, and kissed my cheek. "You're beautiful," he whispered.
If I experienced emotions, I may have blushed just then. But I did not have time to, for in almost the same instant, he pressed his lips to mine and didn't pull away.
His hands ran through my long hair and down to my slender shoulders as I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close.
He pulled away - just barely - and let his lips touch my neck, going down to my shoulders as he slowly backed my up against a tree.
Ever so gently, he kissed my neck and slowly straightened up and looked closely at me, his face only inches from mine.
"Do not worry," he whispered, almost inaudibly. "I am not sorry for out time spent together. Are you?"
I shook my head, and opened my mouth to speak.
"Sh," he pressed a finger to my lips. "You needn't say anything. Just stay here with me until the sun sets."
Nodding, I closed my eyes and let his body rest against mine.
*
I watched Arwen as she approached Aragorn's bed. She knelt down and took a limp hand of his, clutching it close to her chest, hovering near her necklace.
"What... happened?" she whispered, tears spilling onto her cheeks.
"We know not, My Lady," I replied, putting a hand on her shoulder as I came up behind her. "He fell ill again."
"He fell ill. He simply fell ill?" She rose to her feet, resting Aragorn's hand beside him again. "He may be dying and all you can say is that he 'fell ill'?" I thought she was going to scream, but she did not.
"A healer has not yet arrived, My Lady," I gritted my teeth, holding back my own anger. "He should be here by tonight."
"Is that the best you can do?" she asked angrily. "He is a king! He is a king! He deserves a healer now!" She threw herself towards me, although she did not know if she wanted to hit me or not.
I grabbed her and held her tight as she leaned against me, her fragile body racked with sobs.
*
For days, we watched over Aragorn, as one healer came, and then the next. After the fifth one had come and gone, we knew it was not a physical illness he was suffering from. It was so much more.
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*cries* aragorn! *wails* *gets smacked by pippin* -.O*... Pippin: and you say I'm immatu-- wha? A bug! EEEEEEEeeeeehhhh!!!! *runs away* ... *blank stare* iight. oke! ^^; so, please review, etc. thanks!