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Warning: Short chapter, not funny. My mind is still in the gutter. I probably should not be writing this story, but I kind of feel like it. So my apologies in advance for anything inappropriate I make Aragorn do. I did scream at him for it though. More like the decent voice in his head did. Which brings me to ... = thoughts or my ramblings.
Please, please review. They are my fuel =)
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Chapter 13:
Legolas was still sound asleep when the Man reached the barracks. Aragorn meant what he said; he wanted to examine the Elf's injuries after Lasgalen bathed. Stealthily, the Man stole into the bathing room of the student's area. He was glad that his Ranger training allowed him to avoid being seen. He would rather the camp not see him with the young recruit in his arms again. The Man figured that would cause Lasgalen more embarrassment and problems after what happened in archery practice yesterday.
As the Man expected, the bathing room was empty. If there was one thing Elves were quick to do, it was bathing. The Man could imagine the first thing all the soldiers did after training was to rush to the bathing room and clean. Since Lasgalen was a full hour behind every one else, except Gimli, the other Elves had long finished cleaning themselves and were already at dinner.
As for Gimli, he did not visit the bathing room after practice. He went directly to dinner. The Dwarf ranked satisfying his hunger before making himself spotlessly clean. In truth, he would have waited at the finish line of the obstacle course for Legolas. But the twins gave the order to clear the area as soon as the time limit was up. He figured since he could not linger in the field, the least he could do was to go to the dining hall and save some food for the Prince. The Elf had not eaten much at lunch; Gimli did not wish to see his friend starve.
Gently, Aragorn tried to rouse the sleeping Elf in his arms. As much as he disliked the thought of letting go of his student, he knew Lasgalen would prefer to have privacy during his bath; though the Man must admit the thought of bathing his student was extremely tempting. Mentally, Aragorn was already picturing the Elven beauty naked, sighing softly as the Man gently soaped his perfect body, caressing his moist, velvet skin; Aragorn could feel himself grew hard as his imagination took his hands lower, inching towards the golden Elf's private places. Stop it! What do you think you are doing? Lasgalen is an innocent!! You are not going to take advantage of him, even if it is just in your fantasy!
Shaking his head to clear his mind of the lingering image, the Man called Lasgalen's name and shook him. But to his dismay, the sleeping Elf took no heed; his unfocused eyes told Aragorn his student was still in the world of dreams. Gently he lay the Elf down, which elicited a moan from the recruit, thinking to go fetch someone else to clean Lasgalen. As much as he disliked the idea of anyone else seeing his golden Elf naked, the Man knew it was the only solution. He could not trust himself with his student when Lasgalen was in such a vulnerable state.
His plan did not succeed, however, as the Elf in question held tight to his lapel, refusing to let go. Aragorn was at his wits end when the Guardian of Lòrien arrived.
"What's going on here?" asked Haldir curiously.
"Lasgalen got attacked by Orcs. I saved him and carried him back here. His leg is injured and he needs to bathe so I can have a better look at his wound. But he fell asleep during the journey. Now he is refusing to wake up or let go of me," replied the Man.
"I suppose you will have to bathe him then," said the archer with a suggestive smile. He was sure Gimli and Legolas both would kill him if they heard him say that.
Haldir was a 'normal' Elf and was more open-minded about such things. He thought Legolas was way too shy for his own good and the Dwarf was far too protective. Things were never going to get anywhere at the current pace. Since the Prince was too asleep to notice and Gimli was at dinner, the silver-haired Elf thought it safe to make the suggestion to Aragorn.
"You cannot be serious," said Aragorn as he blanched. All his blood was rushing to one particular region of his anatomy as the possibility of touching a naked Lasgalen reemerged in his head. His breeches were quickly becoming very uncomfortable.
"Why not? I will be here to help if you think you cannot handle it alone," offered the Guardian. He was certain the Man would kick him out without hesitation.
But before Aragorn could answer, Gimli too entered the bathing room. "What's going on?"
"Our friend fell asleep in Aragorn's arms; he is now refusing to let go. Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at the dining area saving some food for Legolas?" explained Haldir.
"Yes, but I was getting worried. The Elf promised he would catch up with me; it is not like him to go back on his word. There is no way he could be this late without reason. I was on my way back out to the field to check. But I thought I will stop by here first," replied the Dwarf, who sensed that Haldir was trying to get rid of him. Being naturally suspicious of Elves, Gimli was glad he came by; he knew he interrupted something and he had a feeling the intrusion was a good thing.
"What happened to his leg?" asked the Dwarf when he noticed the dried blood on his friend.
"He was attacked by some Orcs. I don't know exactly how he got the injury; but it needs to be cleaned and tended," answered the Man.
"Then what are we waiting for?" inquired Gimli as he rushed to the bathing pool to see if the water was warm and clean enough for the Prince.
"Well in case you haven't notice, Lasgalen is asleep and clinging to Aragorn like a koala," remarked Haldir.
"Wake him up then," said the Dwarf, pointing out the obvious.
"You think we haven't tried?" asked the Elven archer.
Gimli was about to make a worthy retort when he remembered how absolutely impossible it was to wake Legolas from a reverie. His experience two nights ago after the Man's kiss taught him that. "What do you suggest we do?"
"Haldir was suggesting that I bathe Lasgalen when you came in," replied Aragorn.
Gimli shot the Lòrien Elf a meaningful glance before hissing, "I don't think that's a good idea. Our friend just injured his leg, right? We could just take off his shoes and wash the wound. I am sure Lasgalen can take care of cleaning himself when he wakes up."
Both Man and Elf saw the logic of the Dwarf's suggestion. They would have thought of it themselves too; but Aragorn's abilities to think were greatly undermined with the golden Elf in his arms, and Haldir wanted the Man to see how truly beautiful Legolas was. The archer was certain that once Aragorn laid eyes on the Prince's full perfection, the Man would be pursuing the young Elf a lot more eagerly. But the Lòrien Elf knew Gimli was not one to be trifled with when angered. Besides, he would rather have the Dwarf work with him than against him in trying to get Legolas and Aragorn together. So, grudgingly, Haldir agreed with Gimli's assessment.
The process of treating the Elf's wounds had taken much longer than usual. It was not because the injuries were very severe; it was just a twisted ankle and some deep scrapes. It was not because Aragorn wanted to take his time admiring the beauty of Lasgalen's shapely leg either. Well, he was staring at the Elf with open desire and wanted to see much more. But the Man knew the importance of prompt treatment to injuries. He was not about to let his desires delay giving his student the proper care.
The main reason for Aragorn's slow progress was that the Elf continued to cling to him. Lasgalen had now wound his arm around the Man's neck. Even if it was not extremely distracting to have the golden beauty's touch upon his bare skin, the contact limited Aragorn's range of motion significantly. Even with the help of Gimli and Haldir who was fetching and grinding herbs for him, it was very difficult to reach the injured Elf's foot with Lasgalen holding onto him. The act required great flexibility and skill. If you have ever tried reaching someone's foot while they sit on your lap, clinging to your neck, you will know what I mean.
When Legolas foot was cleaned and properly bound, the Man carried him back to the student's living quarters. Haldir left to see what the twins were up to; he knew Elladan and Elrohir suspected something. He wanted to make sure the two did not get between the Prince and the Man. Besides, he wanted to cover for Aragorn in case anyone asked where the Ranger was. He was pretty sure the Human commander of the army would be spending the night with Legolas.
When the Dwarf, Man and Prince reached their destination, Aragorn tried to lay the Prince down once more, this time onto the bed. But, once again, he failed as the Elf moaned and tightened his hold and snuggled even closer to his chest. He could probably forcefully remove Lasgalen arms; the Man was much stronger than the lithe Elf. But it felt so right having the Prince in his arms; Aragorn did not have the heart or the will to break out of the young Elf's embrace.
"I don't think you are going to get him off you until he wakes. Trust me on this, nothing can get Lasgalen to respond when he is dreaming," commented Gimli as he jumped onto his own bed.
Seeing his human commander stood at the edge of his friend's bed, with Legolas in his arms, looking utterly confused and at a loss of what to do, Gimli decided he would take pity on the Man. He knew the Prince was very shy and innocent. That was why he did not wish to rush things between Legolas and Aragorn. But this was a special situation; and it called for special measures. The Dwarf knew his friend would be blushing from head to toe and swatting him on the head if the Elf were awake to hear his suggestion; but since Legolas was not awake and probably won't be for some time, it made no sense to Gimli not to point out the obvious. "You could stay the night. The bed is big enough for both of you."
Aragorn's jaws dropped at the Dwarf's suggestion. Coming from someone who was discreet enough to point out only Lasgalen's wounds needed to be cleansed, the comment completely boggled the Man's mind. The blankness in Aragorn's mind did not last long as vivid images of conducting wild and inappropriate behavior with the sleeping beauty surfaced in his mind.
When Gimli observed the stunned look on his human commander's face, he had no problem guessing what the Man was thinking. The dwarf felt the need to clarify, "He isn't going to wake for a while. He isn't going to let go of your neck either. You might as well lie down with him and make yourself comfortable while the Elf sleeps off his fatigue. But I am warning you; I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox. If you try anything, I will kill you, commander or not."
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Warning: Short chapter, not funny. My mind is still in the gutter. I probably should not be writing this story, but I kind of feel like it. So my apologies in advance for anything inappropriate I make Aragorn do. I did scream at him for it though. More like the decent voice in his head did. Which brings me to ... = thoughts or my ramblings.
Please, please review. They are my fuel =)
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Chapter 13:
Legolas was still sound asleep when the Man reached the barracks. Aragorn meant what he said; he wanted to examine the Elf's injuries after Lasgalen bathed. Stealthily, the Man stole into the bathing room of the student's area. He was glad that his Ranger training allowed him to avoid being seen. He would rather the camp not see him with the young recruit in his arms again. The Man figured that would cause Lasgalen more embarrassment and problems after what happened in archery practice yesterday.
As the Man expected, the bathing room was empty. If there was one thing Elves were quick to do, it was bathing. The Man could imagine the first thing all the soldiers did after training was to rush to the bathing room and clean. Since Lasgalen was a full hour behind every one else, except Gimli, the other Elves had long finished cleaning themselves and were already at dinner.
As for Gimli, he did not visit the bathing room after practice. He went directly to dinner. The Dwarf ranked satisfying his hunger before making himself spotlessly clean. In truth, he would have waited at the finish line of the obstacle course for Legolas. But the twins gave the order to clear the area as soon as the time limit was up. He figured since he could not linger in the field, the least he could do was to go to the dining hall and save some food for the Prince. The Elf had not eaten much at lunch; Gimli did not wish to see his friend starve.
Gently, Aragorn tried to rouse the sleeping Elf in his arms. As much as he disliked the thought of letting go of his student, he knew Lasgalen would prefer to have privacy during his bath; though the Man must admit the thought of bathing his student was extremely tempting. Mentally, Aragorn was already picturing the Elven beauty naked, sighing softly as the Man gently soaped his perfect body, caressing his moist, velvet skin; Aragorn could feel himself grew hard as his imagination took his hands lower, inching towards the golden Elf's private places. Stop it! What do you think you are doing? Lasgalen is an innocent!! You are not going to take advantage of him, even if it is just in your fantasy!
Shaking his head to clear his mind of the lingering image, the Man called Lasgalen's name and shook him. But to his dismay, the sleeping Elf took no heed; his unfocused eyes told Aragorn his student was still in the world of dreams. Gently he lay the Elf down, which elicited a moan from the recruit, thinking to go fetch someone else to clean Lasgalen. As much as he disliked the idea of anyone else seeing his golden Elf naked, the Man knew it was the only solution. He could not trust himself with his student when Lasgalen was in such a vulnerable state.
His plan did not succeed, however, as the Elf in question held tight to his lapel, refusing to let go. Aragorn was at his wits end when the Guardian of Lòrien arrived.
"What's going on here?" asked Haldir curiously.
"Lasgalen got attacked by Orcs. I saved him and carried him back here. His leg is injured and he needs to bathe so I can have a better look at his wound. But he fell asleep during the journey. Now he is refusing to wake up or let go of me," replied the Man.
"I suppose you will have to bathe him then," said the archer with a suggestive smile. He was sure Gimli and Legolas both would kill him if they heard him say that.
Haldir was a 'normal' Elf and was more open-minded about such things. He thought Legolas was way too shy for his own good and the Dwarf was far too protective. Things were never going to get anywhere at the current pace. Since the Prince was too asleep to notice and Gimli was at dinner, the silver-haired Elf thought it safe to make the suggestion to Aragorn.
"You cannot be serious," said Aragorn as he blanched. All his blood was rushing to one particular region of his anatomy as the possibility of touching a naked Lasgalen reemerged in his head. His breeches were quickly becoming very uncomfortable.
"Why not? I will be here to help if you think you cannot handle it alone," offered the Guardian. He was certain the Man would kick him out without hesitation.
But before Aragorn could answer, Gimli too entered the bathing room. "What's going on?"
"Our friend fell asleep in Aragorn's arms; he is now refusing to let go. Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at the dining area saving some food for Legolas?" explained Haldir.
"Yes, but I was getting worried. The Elf promised he would catch up with me; it is not like him to go back on his word. There is no way he could be this late without reason. I was on my way back out to the field to check. But I thought I will stop by here first," replied the Dwarf, who sensed that Haldir was trying to get rid of him. Being naturally suspicious of Elves, Gimli was glad he came by; he knew he interrupted something and he had a feeling the intrusion was a good thing.
"What happened to his leg?" asked the Dwarf when he noticed the dried blood on his friend.
"He was attacked by some Orcs. I don't know exactly how he got the injury; but it needs to be cleaned and tended," answered the Man.
"Then what are we waiting for?" inquired Gimli as he rushed to the bathing pool to see if the water was warm and clean enough for the Prince.
"Well in case you haven't notice, Lasgalen is asleep and clinging to Aragorn like a koala," remarked Haldir.
"Wake him up then," said the Dwarf, pointing out the obvious.
"You think we haven't tried?" asked the Elven archer.
Gimli was about to make a worthy retort when he remembered how absolutely impossible it was to wake Legolas from a reverie. His experience two nights ago after the Man's kiss taught him that. "What do you suggest we do?"
"Haldir was suggesting that I bathe Lasgalen when you came in," replied Aragorn.
Gimli shot the Lòrien Elf a meaningful glance before hissing, "I don't think that's a good idea. Our friend just injured his leg, right? We could just take off his shoes and wash the wound. I am sure Lasgalen can take care of cleaning himself when he wakes up."
Both Man and Elf saw the logic of the Dwarf's suggestion. They would have thought of it themselves too; but Aragorn's abilities to think were greatly undermined with the golden Elf in his arms, and Haldir wanted the Man to see how truly beautiful Legolas was. The archer was certain that once Aragorn laid eyes on the Prince's full perfection, the Man would be pursuing the young Elf a lot more eagerly. But the Lòrien Elf knew Gimli was not one to be trifled with when angered. Besides, he would rather have the Dwarf work with him than against him in trying to get Legolas and Aragorn together. So, grudgingly, Haldir agreed with Gimli's assessment.
The process of treating the Elf's wounds had taken much longer than usual. It was not because the injuries were very severe; it was just a twisted ankle and some deep scrapes. It was not because Aragorn wanted to take his time admiring the beauty of Lasgalen's shapely leg either. Well, he was staring at the Elf with open desire and wanted to see much more. But the Man knew the importance of prompt treatment to injuries. He was not about to let his desires delay giving his student the proper care.
The main reason for Aragorn's slow progress was that the Elf continued to cling to him. Lasgalen had now wound his arm around the Man's neck. Even if it was not extremely distracting to have the golden beauty's touch upon his bare skin, the contact limited Aragorn's range of motion significantly. Even with the help of Gimli and Haldir who was fetching and grinding herbs for him, it was very difficult to reach the injured Elf's foot with Lasgalen holding onto him. The act required great flexibility and skill. If you have ever tried reaching someone's foot while they sit on your lap, clinging to your neck, you will know what I mean.
When Legolas foot was cleaned and properly bound, the Man carried him back to the student's living quarters. Haldir left to see what the twins were up to; he knew Elladan and Elrohir suspected something. He wanted to make sure the two did not get between the Prince and the Man. Besides, he wanted to cover for Aragorn in case anyone asked where the Ranger was. He was pretty sure the Human commander of the army would be spending the night with Legolas.
When the Dwarf, Man and Prince reached their destination, Aragorn tried to lay the Prince down once more, this time onto the bed. But, once again, he failed as the Elf moaned and tightened his hold and snuggled even closer to his chest. He could probably forcefully remove Lasgalen arms; the Man was much stronger than the lithe Elf. But it felt so right having the Prince in his arms; Aragorn did not have the heart or the will to break out of the young Elf's embrace.
"I don't think you are going to get him off you until he wakes. Trust me on this, nothing can get Lasgalen to respond when he is dreaming," commented Gimli as he jumped onto his own bed.
Seeing his human commander stood at the edge of his friend's bed, with Legolas in his arms, looking utterly confused and at a loss of what to do, Gimli decided he would take pity on the Man. He knew the Prince was very shy and innocent. That was why he did not wish to rush things between Legolas and Aragorn. But this was a special situation; and it called for special measures. The Dwarf knew his friend would be blushing from head to toe and swatting him on the head if the Elf were awake to hear his suggestion; but since Legolas was not awake and probably won't be for some time, it made no sense to Gimli not to point out the obvious. "You could stay the night. The bed is big enough for both of you."
Aragorn's jaws dropped at the Dwarf's suggestion. Coming from someone who was discreet enough to point out only Lasgalen's wounds needed to be cleansed, the comment completely boggled the Man's mind. The blankness in Aragorn's mind did not last long as vivid images of conducting wild and inappropriate behavior with the sleeping beauty surfaced in his mind.
When Gimli observed the stunned look on his human commander's face, he had no problem guessing what the Man was thinking. The dwarf felt the need to clarify, "He isn't going to wake for a while. He isn't going to let go of your neck either. You might as well lie down with him and make yourself comfortable while the Elf sleeps off his fatigue. But I am warning you; I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox. If you try anything, I will kill you, commander or not."
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