Aragorn watched silently as Legolas sashayed towards him, brushing his
fingers through the thick black hair of his lover. Aragorn reached out and
was just about to kiss.
"Aragorn!"
"ARAGORN!"
Aragorn woke with a start and for a moment forgot where he was, before it all came flooding back. He was looking for that stupid fat hobbit Frumpy....no wait or was his name Bozo, who had run away with the ring so he could be with Sam. Hmm..anyway, he had had the most amazing dream. That was when Aragorn saw Legolas looming over him with an amused expression in his eyes. Aragorn felt a jolt pass through him. He had always loved Legolas, from the first day he had laid eyes on the blonde haired beauty. He ran a rough hand through his hair and got to his feet.
"Sorry I slept in, I was having a good dream."
"Yeah, I can tell." Legolas laughed, gesturing to Aragorn's soiled tunic where he had sticky unidentifiably liquid stuck to it. Aragorn flushed and began to wipe himself off, achieving nothing except another dirty hand.
"Here, let me help you." Legolas approached Aragorn with a fresh tunic and helped him take off the first. For the moment that Aragorn was shirtless, Legolas felt his hear quiver. Such a beautiful male body, it was a shame it would be wasted on some ungrateful wretch like Arwen. But shaking such thoughts from his head he quickly focused on helping his friend.
"Thank you Legolas. Where's Gimli?" Aragorn asked hastily trying to change the topic from his little dream. Legolas shrugged and answered,
"He left a little while ago to "clean himself up", which I would presume means he's rolling in dirt somewhere." Aragorn thought about this for a moment, clearly puzzled.
"Why would he want to clean up?"
"Because we're close to Rohan now, and he wants to look good." Legolas said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
"What difference does it make that we're going to Rohan?" Aragorn asked, still confused. Legolas sighed, his friend would never learn.
"Some people, namely you....don't care what they look or *smell* like, even if it causes others trauma. However, others take the time for ...erm....refreshing themselves, so they will look the best they can."
"But then why didn't you go to clean yourself up?" Aragorn asked. Legolas smirked, and turned away craning his neck to look for Gimli.
"Because I'm *always* clean."
"Why?"
"Honestly Aragorn you are hopeless, now let's go get Gimli, and leave. We're only a few hours trek from Rohan." Legolas said. Aragorn nodded and thought, I'm hopeless alright, hopelessly in love with you.
***Yeah I know....it's the usual...but this story has a TWIST! And it will hopefully come soon. So keep tuned***
"Aragorn!"
"ARAGORN!"
Aragorn woke with a start and for a moment forgot where he was, before it all came flooding back. He was looking for that stupid fat hobbit Frumpy....no wait or was his name Bozo, who had run away with the ring so he could be with Sam. Hmm..anyway, he had had the most amazing dream. That was when Aragorn saw Legolas looming over him with an amused expression in his eyes. Aragorn felt a jolt pass through him. He had always loved Legolas, from the first day he had laid eyes on the blonde haired beauty. He ran a rough hand through his hair and got to his feet.
"Sorry I slept in, I was having a good dream."
"Yeah, I can tell." Legolas laughed, gesturing to Aragorn's soiled tunic where he had sticky unidentifiably liquid stuck to it. Aragorn flushed and began to wipe himself off, achieving nothing except another dirty hand.
"Here, let me help you." Legolas approached Aragorn with a fresh tunic and helped him take off the first. For the moment that Aragorn was shirtless, Legolas felt his hear quiver. Such a beautiful male body, it was a shame it would be wasted on some ungrateful wretch like Arwen. But shaking such thoughts from his head he quickly focused on helping his friend.
"Thank you Legolas. Where's Gimli?" Aragorn asked hastily trying to change the topic from his little dream. Legolas shrugged and answered,
"He left a little while ago to "clean himself up", which I would presume means he's rolling in dirt somewhere." Aragorn thought about this for a moment, clearly puzzled.
"Why would he want to clean up?"
"Because we're close to Rohan now, and he wants to look good." Legolas said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
"What difference does it make that we're going to Rohan?" Aragorn asked, still confused. Legolas sighed, his friend would never learn.
"Some people, namely you....don't care what they look or *smell* like, even if it causes others trauma. However, others take the time for ...erm....refreshing themselves, so they will look the best they can."
"But then why didn't you go to clean yourself up?" Aragorn asked. Legolas smirked, and turned away craning his neck to look for Gimli.
"Because I'm *always* clean."
"Why?"
"Honestly Aragorn you are hopeless, now let's go get Gimli, and leave. We're only a few hours trek from Rohan." Legolas said. Aragorn nodded and thought, I'm hopeless alright, hopelessly in love with you.
***Yeah I know....it's the usual...but this story has a TWIST! And it will hopefully come soon. So keep tuned***