Meeting in the Woods
Chapter Two(!!!!)
Author's notes: Thanks for reviewing SO much! I can now live another day!
Mbali: Manly and rugged. Will be noted in an upcoming chapter. LOL Thanks for the correction ;-)
Evil Spapple Pie: Yes *glances around*…muuuddd… LOL Love the name…but what's a Spapple?!
Legolassie Kyo(na): Thanks very much! Hope you enjoy this chapter too J
Annon.: I agree-I really love Aragorn/Legolas friendship stories! They just…seem so perfect as friends.
Jediya: *blushes* Tee-hee! Thanks! Hope this chapter isn't horrible…LOL
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Aragorn didn't own a mount, and hadn't for years. He found most of the horses, though tame and strong-willed, from Rivendell were too acquainted to elves to bear him without suspicion. Besides, as a Ranger, it was far easier to track on foot.
But, for the first time in years, as he hurried back to his camp, he wished he had a horse. It would be nearly impossible to return to Rivendell on foot without the beaten elf bleeding out, and Aragorn suspected that he didn't have the strength to bare his pack and the elf for longer than a few hours.
"Tonight, we rest," murmured Aragorn, more for his own comfort than to inform the unconscious elf. Idly, he swept a sweaty strand of hair from the elf's gaunt face. "Tomorrow, perhaps you will have strength to walk," he added, trying to sound hopeful, but failing. He had seen elves injured, but never so like this.
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Legolas's dreams were of heat. The elf knew heat, in a way that was practically intimate. It had been a fetish of That Man to see Legolas writhe, sweat building over his lean form as he desperately tried to maneuver him away from the heat. But it always came, flaming torches waved inches from his face, or bars of red-hued iron pressed into his tender sides.
Aragorn turned in alarm towards the elf, lying on Aragorn's only bedroll. Frantically, the blonde was rolling away from the campfire, drawing his arms to cross over his chest, struggling unconsciously. Sweat had once again blossomed on the elf's creased brow. Parting his lips slightly, Legolas emitted the faintest whimper.
The man smirked, tauntingly, brandishing the smoking stone inches from Legolas' already sensitive wrists. Legolas tried to struggle against the rope around his neck and ankles, but found that if he struggled too much, the ropes at his neck would cut dangerously into his throat. "D'you feel that heat, elf?" the man slurred, grinning, the harsh aroma of wine and smoke falling from his broken lips. He withdrew the stone, and looked up at the elf.
Immediately, Legolas looked away, dropping his eyes shut, but the man was relentless. He cupped the elf's chin violently in his hands, crushing his thumb against the jawbone. "Look at me," he snarled. Legolas withdrew slightly, curling back against the foul-smelling saliva cast onto his face. He pried his eyes open, glaring defiantly at his master.
The man smirked, and immediately closed the distance between the two, still aggressively imprisoning the elf's chin in his hand. The roughness of his lips crushed into the impossible softness of his captives. Without warning, his gloved right hand snatched Legolas's wrist, raw and bleeding from months of being tied with frayed rope, and pressed the fire-baked stone into the wound…
Aragorn leapt to his feet, jumping over the fire as the elf shot upright, eyes wide with terror, sweat dappled over him as if he had been bathed in flames. Aragorn came behind the elf, closing his arms on the elf's elbows to try and stifle the lad's convulsions.
"Be calm," murmured Aragorn, trying to be soothing, holding the shivering creature to his chest. The elf sobbed dryly, pain enclosing his chest as he did. "Peace," Aragorn murmured.
Legolas clutched on of his wrists securely, the knuckles on the opposite hand whitening. He whimpered, in terror and despair, and sobbed again, quietly. Each time he breathed out, he felt pain enfold his chest and lungs, as if his broken spirit was trying to battle its way out.
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A/N: Was that horrible? I'm really sorry if it was…I guess I'm more or less committed to writing another chapter now-that one wasn't really conclusive LOL. I'll get Aragorn to…bathe or something, make him RUGGED and MANLY again =^^=
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