A.N. Yay I'm updating! Good for me!

You have been warned! This is slash! Male/Male relationships! If you're a really big fan of Legolas or Aragorn, this is so not for you! If you don't want to see Legolas crying like the little girl that he is, get outta here and get a life! Don't come running to me and saying oh you made Legolas cry you're evil! Get the hell outta here if you're homophobic!

Fine I am the evil mastermind behind all this crap! Sue me! My daddy will pay for it!

I so do not support the war! Gimme a copy of this story and a ride to Washington and Baghdad and make those freakin 'leaders' read this crap and then they will die.

I know nothing about pregnancies! I've never been pregnant! I don't wish to be fucked until I am 16, and I'm still a few years away from that! No wait! *Looks at her name* oh yeah I'm Draco's bed wench! Okay fine he didn't screw me! I screwed him!

Chapter 8: Return of the King

Aragorn woke with a start to find the pillow that he had clutched ere he had fallen asleep drenched with his own tears. He sat up, massaging his left arm that had gone numb while giving a dry cough and realizing his throat was bone dry. A sudden thought intoxicated him with a mix of emotions.

"Legolas is with child. My child". The thought put a very wide smile on his grim face, but that vanished to be replaced by a look of anxiety, fear, anger and hatred. "Glorfindel will return. That bastard! How did he do this to Legolas? Seduce him, tear out his heart, get him with child and then abandon him? Why did the Valar give him life again when all he would do is break other's?" Aragorn followed this with a trail of curses aimed at the dark Noldorin elf. "He's no better than a crossbred orc."

A loud knock on the door threw him back from his raging world. He sat up and opened his door to find Thranduil standing on the other side.

"May I?" Thranduil asked, gesturing for entrance into Aragorn's chamber.

"Of course, my lord. You are king of these halls and I only a human guest." Aragorn said, ushering Thranduil inside.

"You are certainly not a mere 'human guest', but a part of the Greenleaf family; more than Glorfindel will ever be."

Aragorn smiled and led hi in, asking him to sit down and if he thirsted for some wine. Thranduil answered neither. Instead he asked:

"What are you going to do Aragorn?"

Aragorn's face turned incredibly pale, but he smiled bleakly; though the elf-king's face remained grim.

"I truly am still a bit shocked. Part of me feels easy at heart, joyful really; but part still feels doubtful and filled with a growing dread and then another know not what to make of it." Said Aragorn.

Thranduil nodded, as if understanding him, but he let Aragorn continue: "Everything seems to be moving so quickly," Aragorn paused, taking a sharp, chocking breath. "In the beginning, I was nothing but a ranger, a dangerous wanderer of the wild; then betrothed to the Evenstar." he didn't finish for Thranduil let out a grunt of anger, cutting him off.

"Betrothed to the Evenstar?" Thranduil gaped. "And yet my son's lover? Well, Aragorn son of Arathorn, what do you plan to do with either when your lust has been fulfilled? Is it not enough that my son carries your child? Does the whole world wish my son heartbreak?"

"No, gentle king," Aragorn cried out. "I truly do love Legolas and I once did love Arwen; it was her who did not love me or even cared."

"What are you saying?"

"She was with Haldir of Lorien, long before I had fallen for her in the woods of Rivendell; she had kept her relationship with Haldir secret. It was her way of getting back at him for a cruel joke that he played on her."

"Haldir of Lorien?" Thranduil's angry look, vanished, exchanged with a look of surprise and then a frown. "The Guardian of Lorien, captain of the Sindarin warband? What is this world coming to? The firstborns lives are little more than games of seduction and deception, no longer the ideas of truth beauty, freedom and love." Thranduils eyes suddenly went blank, as if he was remembering a memory of the past, a memory forgotten.

While he did this, Aragorn's mind flashed the recent conversation.

"My lord, if you knew that Legolas was carrying my child, then why were you against the liaison?" Aragorn eyed Thranduil with slight suspicion but Thranduil just chuckled softly.

"It was a test."

"A test?"

"Yes, a test." Thranduil paused for a moment as if choosing his words with care. "See, there are only 2 things that men value with all their hearts for they yearn for it no matter what."

"And what may those two things be?" Aragorn inquired.

"Kinship and honor."

"Lord, I do not see how kinship and honor can be related to." Aragorn started but before he could finish, dawn drew on him yet again and Thranduil chuckled in his nonchalant way.

"I take it that now you see what I am getting to." Aragorn nodded in answer to the elf-king. "You were willing to stake your love for Legolas on your kins' honor. Few men would have done so much and then betray it."

"Great words of wisdom, my lord."

For a while, neither spoke as if both reflected on something or for a time living in their own universe. It was Thranduil who broke the silence with an intentional cough.

"The evening feast will have begun soon. You should go to Legolas, wake him for I suspect he still rests."

Aragorn nodded absent-mindedly, as Thranduil rose and left the room with a slight bow.

"What am I going to do?" he thought. "Everything seems to be moving in a white flash like that of the white wizards." Aragorn's self-berating continued on but sometime later he got up and made for Legolas' chamber. When he reached the prince's apartments, he found Legolas asleep like a child on his large bed, the blankets drawn tightly around him.

Aragorn carefully pulled the blankets off him and slid in, he could feel his lover's warmth against his whole body. Then he wrapped his arms around his waist to draw him closer. Legolas shuddered slightly and an unconscious smile spread across his face. Aragorn chuckled at the sight and placed a kiss on his lip to stir him awake. Legolas groaned softly but opened his eyes.

"Aragorn?" he murmured.

In answer, Aragorn kissed him on the mouth, deeply, but soon broke away.

"Mellanin, dinner will start soon, your father expects you there." Aragorn said, playfully hauling Legolas on his feet. Legolas grined, enjoying his naïve gestures, but as always, his eyes resented; they were still a shade of weariness and grief caused by much toil. Aragorn wanted nothing but to ignore it. He ran to the closet and picked up a silver-grey robe that he had seen while he hid and grabbed Legolas, pulling the robe on his slender form, kissing Legolas' hot skin before he enclosed it with the silk. At long last, Legolas was dressed and ready and the couple made their way to the great hall. It was packed but cheers broke out and Legolas smiled positively until a she-elf called out.

"Hail the prince of Mirkwood and the King of Fornost! (A.N. There really isn't a king of Fornost, I just made it up, as we all know, Fornost is a desolate human settlement.)"

Right then, Aragorn realized that the hall was filled with a warband with the crown of Fornost in their blazon shields. (A.N. I've been reading lots of Celtic books lately; blazon is an insignia mark) But a warband would be nowhere without its leader; there, on the high table reserved for royalties and honorable guests, was Glorfindel, high king of the remnant of the fabled Noldorin elves of Doriath; smiling at Legolas, his eyes burning with an insatiable lust.

To Aragorn, it seemed as if Glorfindel eyed a piece of vulnerable game, for Legolas was little more than that to him.

"Legolas, my beautiful," Glorfindel said, rising from his seat and striding up to where Legolas stood in the middle of the hall. He placed his hand on Legolas' left cheek and caressed it gently; Legolas just looked at him directly his face as hard as stone and as cold as iron. "It has been many years since I saw you last. My heart yearned to behold your face once more, your beautiful face."

At that, Legolas brushed Glorfindel's hand angrily, backed from him and ran away.

"Legolas!" cried his father, jumping to his feet and dashing after his son, but Glorfindel held his arm to keep him back. Before he reached the doorway, Legolas turned around and called out to Glorfindel:

"My Lord, will you not just go and leave me be?"

Aragorn yearned to draw his sword and make his mark upon Glorfindel's cold, jewel adorned chest and pierce his heart, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lalaith silently running after him.

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Legolas ran as fast as he could, tears streaming down his pale cheeks, until he heard a soft, child-like voice calling out his name; instantly realizing that it was Lalaith, he bent down and swept her off her feet, burying his face in her silvery blonde hair and wept openly. She pulled away; gazed at Legolas their grey eyes meeting and she murmured something that made him gasp.

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Good voice: oooh cliffhanger ending

Bad voice: I am evil!

This was not suppose to happen! I didn't do anything ---( the pen did.

Anyways reviews are always welcome. If u like it thank u, if u don't, I'm screwed.

Sorry, I don't know much! Review me all right if u don't I'll hunt u down! Got that!

Sorry that was my evil voice! Shut up u evil, evil thing

*decides to make out with Draco instead.