A/N: Sorry, a friend's wedding prevented me from getting this up sooner.
The groom was pissed and the bride was beautiful. That's that sorted, on
with the story. . . . .
An Unexpected Turn
I woke at a most uncharacteristic hour, immediately alarmed at my inability to move. My frown melted into a loving smile as I saw a slender, smooth arm coiled around my waist and a mass of gold flayed over my chest. I was content where I was, but couldn't move if I wanted to. I pressed my face against him and breathed deeply. I loved how he always smelt of flowers. I placed my own arm around my companion and pulled him against me tightly. I would have gone back to sleep if there had not been a somewhat likable movement against my front as the elf woke. His hair brushed against me, even that was erotic, the soft moans eliciting from his lips were enough to drive me wild.
Legolas raised his head and opened his eyes, immediately turning away, hissing with pain. I sat up instantly, taking him with me, but my concern was misplaced.
"Beloved, what is wrong?" Though still covering his face, he was laughing.
"No, Aragorn, it is the light. It's too bright."
I did not realise the significance of this for some time, my worry continued.
"But the lighting in here is --" I could almost have hit my head against the bedpost. And I am supposed to be the heir to Gondor. The light was too bright. He could see the light. He could see it. Perhaps he would recover. Maybe he already had.
I began laughing heartily, suppressed tears of joy and relief poured uncontrollably down my face. I'm sure a tiny part of me cried for Arwen too. I reached out for the stunned creature before me, crushing him against my chest, almost afraid to let go.
"That's wonderful!" I cannot tell you how many times I repeated that tiny phrase while rocking the figure in my arms gently. At last his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He blinked a few times and then looked up. To my delight, a smile appeared across his face as if by magic. He looked hastily around the room, though he had probably seen it before on our last visit, he drank in the sight of it hungrily, cataloguing every detail. Then, as if struck by some wonderful idea, he turned and looked directly at me, his hands came up to hold my cheeks.
"I once again have perfect vision, and am glad to see you are still as beautiful as ever." He leant in and kissed me tenderly, lips brushing together. Eventually passion overruled us and I found myself pressed against the headboard. A most delightful position. Then suddenly he pulled away, running from the bed to the other side of room. My mind immediately backtracked desperately searching for what I could have done wrong. But yet a dazzling smile still graced me.
"Say something!" He said desperately.
"Like what?" I asked; my brow furrowed in confusion.
"Anything! Just whisper." I was trying the normally patient elf.
It is odd, when you are given such a vast choice, endless possibilities, you simply cannot decide.
Then it came to me, I began to murmur an old elvish folk song. Legolas had once used it to sing me to sleep when my worries threatened to consume me. I sang so softly that no one would be able to make it out from where my lover stood.
That is why my heart caught in my throat when Legolas completed the verse, his melodious voice filling the room and confirming our suspicions. I sent silent thanks to Galadriel before running over to scoop the golden beauty into my arms. He was cured, still a little weak, but cured.
I could not contain myself. The pieces of my world were finally placed back together; I was whole once more. The daunting quest ahead seemed so much easier with an able Legolas at my side, the fellowship now restored. I knew I could never live without him, or cope if he did not want to live. Both distinct possibilities, but Legolas' inner strength had aided that of Galadriel's potions and magic. I was now certain all would be well.
I could not stop kissing at his hair beneath me, this went on for so long he began to giggle and squirm. But I would not give in that easily. I tickled him desperately focusing on his hips where I knew was venerable. Not letting go, I span us around and threw my weight towards the bed. We landed hard upon it, him beneath. I pinned him down as I had the night before, only this time I used my own arms to trap his own above his head. I expertly used my own body to stop him from moving; he was pushed hard against the bed, totally immobile. I bent down to kiss him as something unrecognisable flashed through his eyes.
"Aragorn let me go, please." There was nothing but sincerity in his voice. He repeated himself and I let him go without question. He would not tell me what was wrong, merely sitting up and apologising profusely, speaking of being 'jumpy.'
I could not doubt him, the reason was valid so I did all I could and held him tightly, again rocking automatically.
We both started at a knock of the door, the perpetrator opening the door without delay. I buried myself under the blankets, Legolas standing and wrapping a discarded sheet around him.
I can't say I pleased at the figure that stood in the doorway, but I was surprised.
From here things took an slightly unexpected turn.
A/N: There we go! I'm out tomorrow night, but might be able to get a chapter up. Let's hope so.
An Unexpected Turn
I woke at a most uncharacteristic hour, immediately alarmed at my inability to move. My frown melted into a loving smile as I saw a slender, smooth arm coiled around my waist and a mass of gold flayed over my chest. I was content where I was, but couldn't move if I wanted to. I pressed my face against him and breathed deeply. I loved how he always smelt of flowers. I placed my own arm around my companion and pulled him against me tightly. I would have gone back to sleep if there had not been a somewhat likable movement against my front as the elf woke. His hair brushed against me, even that was erotic, the soft moans eliciting from his lips were enough to drive me wild.
Legolas raised his head and opened his eyes, immediately turning away, hissing with pain. I sat up instantly, taking him with me, but my concern was misplaced.
"Beloved, what is wrong?" Though still covering his face, he was laughing.
"No, Aragorn, it is the light. It's too bright."
I did not realise the significance of this for some time, my worry continued.
"But the lighting in here is --" I could almost have hit my head against the bedpost. And I am supposed to be the heir to Gondor. The light was too bright. He could see the light. He could see it. Perhaps he would recover. Maybe he already had.
I began laughing heartily, suppressed tears of joy and relief poured uncontrollably down my face. I'm sure a tiny part of me cried for Arwen too. I reached out for the stunned creature before me, crushing him against my chest, almost afraid to let go.
"That's wonderful!" I cannot tell you how many times I repeated that tiny phrase while rocking the figure in my arms gently. At last his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He blinked a few times and then looked up. To my delight, a smile appeared across his face as if by magic. He looked hastily around the room, though he had probably seen it before on our last visit, he drank in the sight of it hungrily, cataloguing every detail. Then, as if struck by some wonderful idea, he turned and looked directly at me, his hands came up to hold my cheeks.
"I once again have perfect vision, and am glad to see you are still as beautiful as ever." He leant in and kissed me tenderly, lips brushing together. Eventually passion overruled us and I found myself pressed against the headboard. A most delightful position. Then suddenly he pulled away, running from the bed to the other side of room. My mind immediately backtracked desperately searching for what I could have done wrong. But yet a dazzling smile still graced me.
"Say something!" He said desperately.
"Like what?" I asked; my brow furrowed in confusion.
"Anything! Just whisper." I was trying the normally patient elf.
It is odd, when you are given such a vast choice, endless possibilities, you simply cannot decide.
Then it came to me, I began to murmur an old elvish folk song. Legolas had once used it to sing me to sleep when my worries threatened to consume me. I sang so softly that no one would be able to make it out from where my lover stood.
That is why my heart caught in my throat when Legolas completed the verse, his melodious voice filling the room and confirming our suspicions. I sent silent thanks to Galadriel before running over to scoop the golden beauty into my arms. He was cured, still a little weak, but cured.
I could not contain myself. The pieces of my world were finally placed back together; I was whole once more. The daunting quest ahead seemed so much easier with an able Legolas at my side, the fellowship now restored. I knew I could never live without him, or cope if he did not want to live. Both distinct possibilities, but Legolas' inner strength had aided that of Galadriel's potions and magic. I was now certain all would be well.
I could not stop kissing at his hair beneath me, this went on for so long he began to giggle and squirm. But I would not give in that easily. I tickled him desperately focusing on his hips where I knew was venerable. Not letting go, I span us around and threw my weight towards the bed. We landed hard upon it, him beneath. I pinned him down as I had the night before, only this time I used my own arms to trap his own above his head. I expertly used my own body to stop him from moving; he was pushed hard against the bed, totally immobile. I bent down to kiss him as something unrecognisable flashed through his eyes.
"Aragorn let me go, please." There was nothing but sincerity in his voice. He repeated himself and I let him go without question. He would not tell me what was wrong, merely sitting up and apologising profusely, speaking of being 'jumpy.'
I could not doubt him, the reason was valid so I did all I could and held him tightly, again rocking automatically.
We both started at a knock of the door, the perpetrator opening the door without delay. I buried myself under the blankets, Legolas standing and wrapping a discarded sheet around him.
I can't say I pleased at the figure that stood in the doorway, but I was surprised.
From here things took an slightly unexpected turn.
A/N: There we go! I'm out tomorrow night, but might be able to get a chapter up. Let's hope so.