Chapter three
Aragorn woke up in a lovely bird song coming from behind the closed curtains. He had fallen asleep after four hours of watching Legolas. He was now sitting in his chair close to the bed, resting his upper body on the bed, partly on top of Legolas. He raised his head and realized that Legolas was looking at him. His expression was calm and gentle though it must've had hurt a lot when Aragorn was lying on top of him. When Aragorn realized the position they were in, he quickly rose.
"Oh, Legolas! Forgive me...I don't know what happened! I never fall asleep like that."
"Aragorn..."
"That must have hurt so much! Should I fetch the healers? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"Aragorn!" Legolas took Aragorn's hand and looked into his eyes. "I'm all right. You didn't hurt me." Aragorn sighted. Legolas wasn't in pain anymore. That was a good sign. "The wound feels much better, and I don't feel weak anymore," Legolas continued. "I've been up nearly an hour, watching you, but I didn't dare to wake you. You looked so peaceful in your dreams."
"I'm glad that you are all right, Legolas. You gave me quite a shock getting yourself cut up like that," he said, feeling more relaxed.
"Indeed, what would you do without me?" Legolas said smiling.
"Well, I would have to find a new hunting partner," Aragorn said in a teasing tone.
"Is that why you were mourning for me? The fear of loosing your hunting partner?" Legolas pretended to be hurt though it was hard to keep a straight face.
"Who said I was mourning?" Aragorn exclaimed. "I was merely interested in your condition. I was going to go hunting this evening, and I wanted to know if you could make it there. Now I have to ask Elladan and Elrohir to come with me," he teased.
"I'm hurt, Estel! Do you care not for your old friend? You would not enjoy hunting with the twins; they don't pay attention to anything but each other. You know that!" Legolas chuckled.
"Yes, I know that." Aragorn said before he burst into laughter, and was quickly joined by Legolas. He was clutching his side, but still laughing. Aragorn reached over and took Legolas in a brotherly embrace.
"I really was concerned about you. Still am a bit."
"I know." Legolas said.
Aragorn released Legolas from his grip. "Promise me that you'll take better care of yourself. I'd hate to lose you. And not just because I don't like watching Elladan and Elrohir together. You are very dear to me."
"I know." Legolas said again "And you are very dear to me too, Estel. I will be more careful from now on." He took a short brake. "Aragorn, I want to thank you for saving my life. I don't know were I'd be without you."
"You are more than welcome, Legolas Greenleaf." Aragorn took Legolas' hand and squeezed it gently. Legolas smiled broadly. Then he started sitting up.
"What are you-"
"I'm feeling fine, Aragorn. I'm not going to lay here while there is a beautiful day outside. I'm getting up and you're going to help me," Legolas said firmly.
"Oh, I'm going to help you?" Aragorn questioned.
"Yes you are," Legolas said in a demanding voice. "Now give me a hand." Aragorn helped Legolas into a sitting position. As he did so the covers fell off of Legolas' chest. Aragorn noticed that it was bare except for the bandages on his side. As he watched the firm, muscular torso, thoughts that he shouldn't be thinking crept in his mind. He looked away quickly, turning red. Legolas saw that.
"My, my Aragorn! I haven't seen you blush that much in a long time," he said in an amused voice. "Now you blush because of my naked body, which you have already seen many times in our journeys. Why is that?" Legolas was teasing him, and Aragorn knew that.
"For your information, I did not blush because of your naked chest," he said, sounding a little upset. "It's just hot in here. And besides, I have never seen you naked before, just like you haven't seen me," he added. They were now sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, Legolas wearing only his leggings.
"In that case, I think it is only fair for you to take off your shirt as well, for you now have seen me, but I still haven't seen you."
Aragorn's face turned into a wicked grin. "It was already beginning to be *too* hot in here," he said slyly as he started opening his lacings. He had only done his collar, when Legolas' hands joined the man's. He was apparently too impatient to wait for Aragorn to do it himself.
"My, my Legolas! You are eager," Aragorn said smiling. Legolas had just finished opening Aragorn's shirt and was tugging it over his shoulders. When he was done, he didn't say anything, just marvelled at the sight of Aragorn's bare chest. The man watched in amusement at the stunned elf
"Legolas, what is wrong my friend? You look like you've just been hit by a tree," he said laughing. Legolas lifted his head to look into Aragorn's eyes.
"Well, at least I didn't blush."
Aragorn stopped laughing. They were now face to face, their bodies as close as they could be without touching.
"Of course you didn't. Elves do not blush." * Then he leaned forward and whispered huskily into the elf's pointed ear: "Though I bet I could make you blush if I tried." Legolas' eyes darkened at those words.
"What did you have in mind, Aragorn?" he whispered against his face.
"This," Aragorn said, before closing the distance between them by crashing his lips against the elf's smooth ones. Legolas responded immediately, allowing a passage to Aragorn's demanding tongue by opening his mouth. The kiss grew more urgent as Aragorn's hands went up to Legolas' long hair opening the hard work of his hair tie. Legolas wrapped his arms around Aragorn's waist, pulling him closer.
"Aragorn..." Legolas moaned as Aragorn's lips left his and moved downwards to his neck. His hands had left his hair and were now roaming over Legolas' rapidly rising chest.
"Aragorn!" Legolas said a bit louder when he felt Aragorn's hands move down on his abdomen to the waistband of his leggings. Aragorn lifted his head from Legolas' neck and faced him.
"What's wrong, Legolas? Do you not want this?"
"By Valar I want it badly," Legolas said breathlessly. "But I'm not supposed to strain myself." Aragorn considered for a moment. Then he brought his hand up to cup Legolas' face and kissed his lightly swollen lips tenderly.
"I can be very gentle," he said seductively without breaking the kiss, breathing his words into Legolas' mouth. Legolas shivered as Aragorn trailed kisses from his jaw to his earlobe. It took all his effort to push him away.
"No Aragorn," he gasped. "You must not tempt me. I don't know how long I can resist."
"But you don't have to resist me, Legolas. You don't have to do anything. Just let me touch you..." Aragorn brought his hand to the elf's cheek. "Your skin feels like silk under my calloused fingers. And your hair," Aragorn moved forward and took in the scent of the elf's golden locks "smells so heavenly that I would travel thousands of miles just to smell it again. And every time you speak," Aragorn gazed in Legolas' blue eyes "I feel like my world is spinning and I can't nor want to stop it."
Legolas watched in astonishment at the man, who looked a bit shocked himself. Where had that come from? After a moment he continued:
"I don't want to hurt you, and I'm not going to. Just like I promised that healer," he said "though I only now realize what she meant," he added, more to himself than to Legolas. With that he withdrew his hands, (the other one had been resting on Legolas' thigh) stood up and went to the door.
* A/N: I have no idea if elves blush or not. It just suited nicely in the story.
Aragorn woke up in a lovely bird song coming from behind the closed curtains. He had fallen asleep after four hours of watching Legolas. He was now sitting in his chair close to the bed, resting his upper body on the bed, partly on top of Legolas. He raised his head and realized that Legolas was looking at him. His expression was calm and gentle though it must've had hurt a lot when Aragorn was lying on top of him. When Aragorn realized the position they were in, he quickly rose.
"Oh, Legolas! Forgive me...I don't know what happened! I never fall asleep like that."
"Aragorn..."
"That must have hurt so much! Should I fetch the healers? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"Aragorn!" Legolas took Aragorn's hand and looked into his eyes. "I'm all right. You didn't hurt me." Aragorn sighted. Legolas wasn't in pain anymore. That was a good sign. "The wound feels much better, and I don't feel weak anymore," Legolas continued. "I've been up nearly an hour, watching you, but I didn't dare to wake you. You looked so peaceful in your dreams."
"I'm glad that you are all right, Legolas. You gave me quite a shock getting yourself cut up like that," he said, feeling more relaxed.
"Indeed, what would you do without me?" Legolas said smiling.
"Well, I would have to find a new hunting partner," Aragorn said in a teasing tone.
"Is that why you were mourning for me? The fear of loosing your hunting partner?" Legolas pretended to be hurt though it was hard to keep a straight face.
"Who said I was mourning?" Aragorn exclaimed. "I was merely interested in your condition. I was going to go hunting this evening, and I wanted to know if you could make it there. Now I have to ask Elladan and Elrohir to come with me," he teased.
"I'm hurt, Estel! Do you care not for your old friend? You would not enjoy hunting with the twins; they don't pay attention to anything but each other. You know that!" Legolas chuckled.
"Yes, I know that." Aragorn said before he burst into laughter, and was quickly joined by Legolas. He was clutching his side, but still laughing. Aragorn reached over and took Legolas in a brotherly embrace.
"I really was concerned about you. Still am a bit."
"I know." Legolas said.
Aragorn released Legolas from his grip. "Promise me that you'll take better care of yourself. I'd hate to lose you. And not just because I don't like watching Elladan and Elrohir together. You are very dear to me."
"I know." Legolas said again "And you are very dear to me too, Estel. I will be more careful from now on." He took a short brake. "Aragorn, I want to thank you for saving my life. I don't know were I'd be without you."
"You are more than welcome, Legolas Greenleaf." Aragorn took Legolas' hand and squeezed it gently. Legolas smiled broadly. Then he started sitting up.
"What are you-"
"I'm feeling fine, Aragorn. I'm not going to lay here while there is a beautiful day outside. I'm getting up and you're going to help me," Legolas said firmly.
"Oh, I'm going to help you?" Aragorn questioned.
"Yes you are," Legolas said in a demanding voice. "Now give me a hand." Aragorn helped Legolas into a sitting position. As he did so the covers fell off of Legolas' chest. Aragorn noticed that it was bare except for the bandages on his side. As he watched the firm, muscular torso, thoughts that he shouldn't be thinking crept in his mind. He looked away quickly, turning red. Legolas saw that.
"My, my Aragorn! I haven't seen you blush that much in a long time," he said in an amused voice. "Now you blush because of my naked body, which you have already seen many times in our journeys. Why is that?" Legolas was teasing him, and Aragorn knew that.
"For your information, I did not blush because of your naked chest," he said, sounding a little upset. "It's just hot in here. And besides, I have never seen you naked before, just like you haven't seen me," he added. They were now sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, Legolas wearing only his leggings.
"In that case, I think it is only fair for you to take off your shirt as well, for you now have seen me, but I still haven't seen you."
Aragorn's face turned into a wicked grin. "It was already beginning to be *too* hot in here," he said slyly as he started opening his lacings. He had only done his collar, when Legolas' hands joined the man's. He was apparently too impatient to wait for Aragorn to do it himself.
"My, my Legolas! You are eager," Aragorn said smiling. Legolas had just finished opening Aragorn's shirt and was tugging it over his shoulders. When he was done, he didn't say anything, just marvelled at the sight of Aragorn's bare chest. The man watched in amusement at the stunned elf
"Legolas, what is wrong my friend? You look like you've just been hit by a tree," he said laughing. Legolas lifted his head to look into Aragorn's eyes.
"Well, at least I didn't blush."
Aragorn stopped laughing. They were now face to face, their bodies as close as they could be without touching.
"Of course you didn't. Elves do not blush." * Then he leaned forward and whispered huskily into the elf's pointed ear: "Though I bet I could make you blush if I tried." Legolas' eyes darkened at those words.
"What did you have in mind, Aragorn?" he whispered against his face.
"This," Aragorn said, before closing the distance between them by crashing his lips against the elf's smooth ones. Legolas responded immediately, allowing a passage to Aragorn's demanding tongue by opening his mouth. The kiss grew more urgent as Aragorn's hands went up to Legolas' long hair opening the hard work of his hair tie. Legolas wrapped his arms around Aragorn's waist, pulling him closer.
"Aragorn..." Legolas moaned as Aragorn's lips left his and moved downwards to his neck. His hands had left his hair and were now roaming over Legolas' rapidly rising chest.
"Aragorn!" Legolas said a bit louder when he felt Aragorn's hands move down on his abdomen to the waistband of his leggings. Aragorn lifted his head from Legolas' neck and faced him.
"What's wrong, Legolas? Do you not want this?"
"By Valar I want it badly," Legolas said breathlessly. "But I'm not supposed to strain myself." Aragorn considered for a moment. Then he brought his hand up to cup Legolas' face and kissed his lightly swollen lips tenderly.
"I can be very gentle," he said seductively without breaking the kiss, breathing his words into Legolas' mouth. Legolas shivered as Aragorn trailed kisses from his jaw to his earlobe. It took all his effort to push him away.
"No Aragorn," he gasped. "You must not tempt me. I don't know how long I can resist."
"But you don't have to resist me, Legolas. You don't have to do anything. Just let me touch you..." Aragorn brought his hand to the elf's cheek. "Your skin feels like silk under my calloused fingers. And your hair," Aragorn moved forward and took in the scent of the elf's golden locks "smells so heavenly that I would travel thousands of miles just to smell it again. And every time you speak," Aragorn gazed in Legolas' blue eyes "I feel like my world is spinning and I can't nor want to stop it."
Legolas watched in astonishment at the man, who looked a bit shocked himself. Where had that come from? After a moment he continued:
"I don't want to hurt you, and I'm not going to. Just like I promised that healer," he said "though I only now realize what she meant," he added, more to himself than to Legolas. With that he withdrew his hands, (the other one had been resting on Legolas' thigh) stood up and went to the door.
* A/N: I have no idea if elves blush or not. It just suited nicely in the story.