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Note: Damn.Getting Threatened a lot lol
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The doors to the main room of Theoden's castle swung open. The whole room became silent as they watched the figure walk into the room. Many gasped while other stared on in disbelief. He was still drenched to the bone, but it was unmistakably him. It was Aragorn.
Legolas blinked, not daring to believe as the man he, only moments before, thought was dead stand before him. Meanwhile, the man stared at the golden hair elf as if he was the only being in the room. Nobody else matterd. He so terribly wanted to run to him though his body still ached. He yearned to wrap his arms around the elf, never to let go, but he knew he could do no such thing. Instead, he walked slowly towards the stunned elf. Neither were willing to take their eyes off the other, fearing that if they did, the one before them would disappear as naught but a dream.
"Legolas."
The word was barely a sigh as he whispered the name of the elf he so dearly loved. Legolas smiled softly as he raised a slender, pale hand and rested it on Aragorn's cheek, seemingly examining if this was real. Aragorn reached out his own hand placing it on top of the elf's staring deeply into his sapphire blue eyes.
"You are late." Legolas finally spoke, before looking him up and down. "You look terrible." He teased. Aragorn would have cried with relief if he did not feel Legolas shoving something small and cold into his free hand. He looked down. It was the Evenstar. "You lost it." He said softly before pulling his hand away.
Aragorn's heart dropped, as the emotion he saw in Legolas's eyes before was not of love, but relief. How could he have been so stupid to think Legolas could ever love him? "Thank you." He forced himself to say.
The Mirkwood prince smiled as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "I am glad you are here with us."
"So am I."
Legolas nodded before turning to walk away.
// 'Tell him' //
Arwen's voice echoed silently in Aragorn's head. His heart began to pound loudly as he drew in deep breaths. He was going to tell him. He had seen the massive orc army that was approaching. He could quite possibly not get another chance such as this.
"Aragorn!" The man turned around to be greeted by a delighted Eowyn. "You live! My prayers have been answered, my lord." And much to the surprise of Aragorn, Eowyn embraced him and Aragorn could do little but awkwardly pat her back.
Meanwhile Legolas stood back, watching the scene unfold. "So has mine." He whispered before turning his attention back to sharpening his blades.
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"I see the fear in their eyes! They will not live through the night." Legolas spoke angrily in elvish.
"Then I will die as one of them." Aragorn shot back in the human tongue, causing all in the room to focus their undivided attention on the bickering two.
Legolas didn't answer and just stared back defiantly at the human, shaking his head slightly. Still seemingly upset by Legolas's words, Aragorn stalked out of the room. The elf moved as if to follow, but Gimli pulled him back.
"Let him go, elf."
Legolas looked down at Gimli before glancing back at the door Aragorn walked out of.
"Fine."
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Aragorn sat alone in one of the many rooms of Theoden's fortress of Helm's Deep. He fiddled uselessly with his chain mail. His thoughts were lost and his senses were dulled, unable to hear the being that entered the room with him.
"You have yet to lead us astray, I had no right to question you. Please forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive, Legolas." Caught off guard, Aragorn recovered quickly enough for his mind to register the beautiful voice of Legolas. Relieved, the elf smiled. "Besides, what you spoke holds some truth." The prince's smile faded.
"I did not believe in what I said."
"That does not stop it from being true."
"You will lead them to victory like the king that you are, the hero that you are."
"Hero?" Aragorn scoffed. "What is a hero?"
"I believe heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences."
"That is just it, Legolas, I can't be the person everyone wants me to be. I am no hero!"
"You are to me!" Aragorn looked at Legolas, who stared back his eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and desperation. His voice suddenly dropped in volume and tone. "I need you to believe Aragorn, I need you to believe we can win this."
"Why?"
"Because that's all I'm living for." Aragorn swallowed hard as he stared into the eyes of Legolas his eyes for the first time held so many emotions. "I love you, Aragorn."
For the briefest of moments the man felt his own heart stop beating, his eyes widened as he felt his jaw fall open. 'He loves me?' Embarrassed Legolas turned away. What had he expected the man to do? "You do not have to say anything Aragorn. Your silence speaks for itself. I only said what I did because I swore to the Valar I would tell of my true feelings if you were returned to me safe and well." Legolas anxiously chewed on the bottom of his lip. The elf suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable, and still, Aragorn spoke no word. Heartbroken, the elf began to walk away. He would still keep what little pride he had left. As he began to walk towards the door, he felt a hand grab his wrist, pulling him back.
"Where are you going?" was all Aragorn managed to sputter before claiming Legolas's lips with his own.
He loves you. The three words kept pounding soundly away at Aragorn's mind. Suddenly Arwen didn't matter to him anymore, the battle of Helm's Deep no longer held much importance, and his future reign as the King of Gondor could wait. Now, now he had Legolas, and to him, that was all that ever mattered.
Aragorn could feel Legolas pull away. "What does this mean, Aragorn?" The man fondly stroked the pale cheek with the back of his hand. "You are a fool, Legolas. What do you think it means? I love you, I always have, and I always will." Legolas felt his heart beat faster. Aragorn loved him. "But what of the Evenstar?"
"Hush, beautiful one. She matters not. All that matters is now, all that matters is you."
And once again, Aragorn leaned in to kiss Legolas, who more than happily returned the favor. They were finally together. Aragorn no longer cared about why Legolas had walked away from him all those years ago. He was here now. Legolas and Aragorn pulled apart from their fervent kissing simply for the need to breathe. Soon, the beautiful prince was pinned against one of the stone walls, while Aragorn ran a moist, pink tongue up and down the lean neck of the elf, who gasped with pleasure.
"Submit to me, my prince."
"Never!" Legolas replied with amused defiance.
The man chuckled softly as he nuzzled his chin on the side of the elf's face. "Then I shall have to conquer you."
"We shall see."
Aragorn once again explored the region of Legolas's neck with his mouth and tongue. If memory serves me correctly, the elven prince had a certain weak spot just under the earlobe. Legolas let out a low moan as Aragorn found his sensitive area under the ear. The man smirked triumphantly as he felt Legolas's whole body tense.
"You belong to me now elf."
"Cheater." He managed to breath before his knees buckled and he fell, full weight into Aragorn's arms who effortlessly held him up.
Legolas moved his agile and experienced hands all over Aragorn's tanned, well-toned torso as he gasped softly. "Those hands, they shall be the death of me."
"Do not speak of such foolishness, Estel."
"Hmm. Estel, you have not called me that for some time."
"I can call you whatever you wish, my lord."
"Call?" Aragorn raised a dark eyebrow. "I wish for you to scream my name."
Legolas laughed softly as he found himself once again up against the wall, the sheer coldness of the wall only bearable by the utter warmth of the man's body pressed up so closely on his own. The temperature was quickly rising within that room as elf and man almost tore the clothing off with their bare hands. However, a loud trumpet's horn would interrupt them.
"That is no orc horn." The Prince unnecessarily pointed out before wiggling out of Aragorn's grasp, his curiosity getting the better of him.
The man frowned as he watched Legolas leave the room in search of the horn blower. He didn't like how Legolas so easily dismissed him as well as leaving him so aroused and unfinished. Above all, Aragorn knew who blew that horn, Lothlorien elves. That only meant one thing for both Aragorn and Legolas.
Haldir.
And Aragorn unlike Legolas did not like this at all.
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Note: Damn.Getting Threatened a lot lol
Credit to: Aradiria! The betareader!! *Cheers*
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The doors to the main room of Theoden's castle swung open. The whole room became silent as they watched the figure walk into the room. Many gasped while other stared on in disbelief. He was still drenched to the bone, but it was unmistakably him. It was Aragorn.
Legolas blinked, not daring to believe as the man he, only moments before, thought was dead stand before him. Meanwhile, the man stared at the golden hair elf as if he was the only being in the room. Nobody else matterd. He so terribly wanted to run to him though his body still ached. He yearned to wrap his arms around the elf, never to let go, but he knew he could do no such thing. Instead, he walked slowly towards the stunned elf. Neither were willing to take their eyes off the other, fearing that if they did, the one before them would disappear as naught but a dream.
"Legolas."
The word was barely a sigh as he whispered the name of the elf he so dearly loved. Legolas smiled softly as he raised a slender, pale hand and rested it on Aragorn's cheek, seemingly examining if this was real. Aragorn reached out his own hand placing it on top of the elf's staring deeply into his sapphire blue eyes.
"You are late." Legolas finally spoke, before looking him up and down. "You look terrible." He teased. Aragorn would have cried with relief if he did not feel Legolas shoving something small and cold into his free hand. He looked down. It was the Evenstar. "You lost it." He said softly before pulling his hand away.
Aragorn's heart dropped, as the emotion he saw in Legolas's eyes before was not of love, but relief. How could he have been so stupid to think Legolas could ever love him? "Thank you." He forced himself to say.
The Mirkwood prince smiled as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "I am glad you are here with us."
"So am I."
Legolas nodded before turning to walk away.
// 'Tell him' //
Arwen's voice echoed silently in Aragorn's head. His heart began to pound loudly as he drew in deep breaths. He was going to tell him. He had seen the massive orc army that was approaching. He could quite possibly not get another chance such as this.
"Aragorn!" The man turned around to be greeted by a delighted Eowyn. "You live! My prayers have been answered, my lord." And much to the surprise of Aragorn, Eowyn embraced him and Aragorn could do little but awkwardly pat her back.
Meanwhile Legolas stood back, watching the scene unfold. "So has mine." He whispered before turning his attention back to sharpening his blades.
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"I see the fear in their eyes! They will not live through the night." Legolas spoke angrily in elvish.
"Then I will die as one of them." Aragorn shot back in the human tongue, causing all in the room to focus their undivided attention on the bickering two.
Legolas didn't answer and just stared back defiantly at the human, shaking his head slightly. Still seemingly upset by Legolas's words, Aragorn stalked out of the room. The elf moved as if to follow, but Gimli pulled him back.
"Let him go, elf."
Legolas looked down at Gimli before glancing back at the door Aragorn walked out of.
"Fine."
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Aragorn sat alone in one of the many rooms of Theoden's fortress of Helm's Deep. He fiddled uselessly with his chain mail. His thoughts were lost and his senses were dulled, unable to hear the being that entered the room with him.
"You have yet to lead us astray, I had no right to question you. Please forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive, Legolas." Caught off guard, Aragorn recovered quickly enough for his mind to register the beautiful voice of Legolas. Relieved, the elf smiled. "Besides, what you spoke holds some truth." The prince's smile faded.
"I did not believe in what I said."
"That does not stop it from being true."
"You will lead them to victory like the king that you are, the hero that you are."
"Hero?" Aragorn scoffed. "What is a hero?"
"I believe heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences."
"That is just it, Legolas, I can't be the person everyone wants me to be. I am no hero!"
"You are to me!" Aragorn looked at Legolas, who stared back his eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and desperation. His voice suddenly dropped in volume and tone. "I need you to believe Aragorn, I need you to believe we can win this."
"Why?"
"Because that's all I'm living for." Aragorn swallowed hard as he stared into the eyes of Legolas his eyes for the first time held so many emotions. "I love you, Aragorn."
For the briefest of moments the man felt his own heart stop beating, his eyes widened as he felt his jaw fall open. 'He loves me?' Embarrassed Legolas turned away. What had he expected the man to do? "You do not have to say anything Aragorn. Your silence speaks for itself. I only said what I did because I swore to the Valar I would tell of my true feelings if you were returned to me safe and well." Legolas anxiously chewed on the bottom of his lip. The elf suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable, and still, Aragorn spoke no word. Heartbroken, the elf began to walk away. He would still keep what little pride he had left. As he began to walk towards the door, he felt a hand grab his wrist, pulling him back.
"Where are you going?" was all Aragorn managed to sputter before claiming Legolas's lips with his own.
He loves you. The three words kept pounding soundly away at Aragorn's mind. Suddenly Arwen didn't matter to him anymore, the battle of Helm's Deep no longer held much importance, and his future reign as the King of Gondor could wait. Now, now he had Legolas, and to him, that was all that ever mattered.
Aragorn could feel Legolas pull away. "What does this mean, Aragorn?" The man fondly stroked the pale cheek with the back of his hand. "You are a fool, Legolas. What do you think it means? I love you, I always have, and I always will." Legolas felt his heart beat faster. Aragorn loved him. "But what of the Evenstar?"
"Hush, beautiful one. She matters not. All that matters is now, all that matters is you."
And once again, Aragorn leaned in to kiss Legolas, who more than happily returned the favor. They were finally together. Aragorn no longer cared about why Legolas had walked away from him all those years ago. He was here now. Legolas and Aragorn pulled apart from their fervent kissing simply for the need to breathe. Soon, the beautiful prince was pinned against one of the stone walls, while Aragorn ran a moist, pink tongue up and down the lean neck of the elf, who gasped with pleasure.
"Submit to me, my prince."
"Never!" Legolas replied with amused defiance.
The man chuckled softly as he nuzzled his chin on the side of the elf's face. "Then I shall have to conquer you."
"We shall see."
Aragorn once again explored the region of Legolas's neck with his mouth and tongue. If memory serves me correctly, the elven prince had a certain weak spot just under the earlobe. Legolas let out a low moan as Aragorn found his sensitive area under the ear. The man smirked triumphantly as he felt Legolas's whole body tense.
"You belong to me now elf."
"Cheater." He managed to breath before his knees buckled and he fell, full weight into Aragorn's arms who effortlessly held him up.
Legolas moved his agile and experienced hands all over Aragorn's tanned, well-toned torso as he gasped softly. "Those hands, they shall be the death of me."
"Do not speak of such foolishness, Estel."
"Hmm. Estel, you have not called me that for some time."
"I can call you whatever you wish, my lord."
"Call?" Aragorn raised a dark eyebrow. "I wish for you to scream my name."
Legolas laughed softly as he found himself once again up against the wall, the sheer coldness of the wall only bearable by the utter warmth of the man's body pressed up so closely on his own. The temperature was quickly rising within that room as elf and man almost tore the clothing off with their bare hands. However, a loud trumpet's horn would interrupt them.
"That is no orc horn." The Prince unnecessarily pointed out before wiggling out of Aragorn's grasp, his curiosity getting the better of him.
The man frowned as he watched Legolas leave the room in search of the horn blower. He didn't like how Legolas so easily dismissed him as well as leaving him so aroused and unfinished. Above all, Aragorn knew who blew that horn, Lothlorien elves. That only meant one thing for both Aragorn and Legolas.
Haldir.
And Aragorn unlike Legolas did not like this at all.
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