Sweet Dreams

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Lord of the Rings nor it's characters. The late, great J. R. R. Tolkein owns them.

Aragorn lies in his bed, in a wonderful dream.

///Aragorn is sitting at his desk in his bedroom, writing a letter to Celeborn about the growing orc problem. Unknown to him, Arwen is standing in the doorway in a satin, almost see-through, dress. She stands there, one arm supporting her as she leans against the doorframe, watching her husband as his brow creases as he continues to write. A small smile creeps to the corners of her lips and a giggle escapes her lips. Aragorn, for the first time in hours, took his eyes off the letter to turn his eyes to his wife. She moves over to the back of his chair and begins to rub his shoulders. "You have been working too hard", Arwen almost whispers. Aragorn puts down his quill and leans into the message and sighs deeply, "I know", he replies, "but this is important." Arwen leans in close to his ear and whispers, "I could make you forget about it." She moves over to the bed and lies down on top of the covers. Aragorn tries to get back to writing his letter, but is too distracted by his beautiful wife to concentrate. He sighs and walks over to the foot of the bed. "So how do you think you are going to make me forget?" Arwen grabs him by his collar and pulls him onto the bed. "You will soon see, love", she replies. Arwen pulls him into a kiss. ///

Legolas walks down the hall towards Aragorn's room. This was to be their first trip together, alone. Just the two of them, no one else around. Finally he would be able to tell him how he had felt about the Man; how he has lusted over him since he first laid eyes on him. He stops in front of Aragorn's bedroom door. He gets ready to knock when he hears a dreamy voice say "Arwen". Legolas leans his Elvish ears closer to the door. He opens the door slowly and peeks his head in. Once he completely opens the door and silently creeps in, he almost busts into laughter.

Aragorn is cradling a pillow close to him. He has a goofy grin plastered on his face. Occasionally he would mutter, "Arwen", and stroke his cheek on the pillow.

The Elf almost unsuccessfully stifles a chuckle. He almost glides to the bed and puts his hands the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor and leans into the Ranger's ear. "Aragorn", he sweetly whispers. Aragorn shifts a bit, but did not wake. He tries it again, "Aragorn". This time the Ranger grabs his left hand and begins to pet it, "oh, Arwen." For the first time in his long life, Legolas was caught off-guard. His eyes widened a bit, but he quickly started to like it. "I could grow fond of this", he thought to himself. After he though it was enough, he pulled his arm out of the human's grasp. Aragorn whimpers and blindly searches for the hand.

Legolas backs up and puts his hands on his hip. "Get up Ranger!", he bellows. Aragorn wakes up, but falls out of bed, hitting his head on the hard floor.

Legolas could not take it anymore and the longest laugh in his life. When he was finished he felt like he would die of suffocation, but finally got his laughter under control. He looks over at the Human and notices that he was neither laughing with him nor looks like he is about to kill Legolas, in fact Aragron was not reacting at all.

It was then that Legolas realized Aragorn was knocked out cold.          

TBC…

Please review. This is my first fanfic so be gentle. Will get darker in later chapters.