Chapter four
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried when the man reached for the handle. Aragorn turned around, and you could see a glimpse of triumph on his face before he frowned as if to ask 'what'.
"Please...don't go." Legolas rose from the bed and started walking towards Aragorn slowly, wincing in every step he made.
"You shouldn't be walking," Aragorn said quietly as he watched Legolas make his way to the door. He reached it and came to stand before Aragorn.
"I shouldn't be doing this..." he said before kissing Aragorn briefly "...either, but I don't care." He kissed him again, this time harder. Aragorn opened his mouth and let Legolas slide his tongue in. The elf put his hands on the man's waist and pushed him hard against the door.
"Ai! Legolas, I thought you weren't supposed to-"
"Just be quiet Aragorn!"
Legolas lowered his head and started kissing the man's exposed throat. The elf's skilful mouth licked and sucked the delicate skin, leaving wet trails all over Aragorn's face, neck and chest. His hands were opening the bindings of the man's breeches. Aragorn leaned his head to the door. Every now and then he let out a moan of pleasure. It was music to Legolas' ears. The man closed his eyes when he felt Legolas' tongue in his navel. The elf stayed there for a few moments before going lower.
But then he suddenly stopped. Without warning he detached himself from Aragorn and raised up to face him. Aragorn let out a soft whimper for the loss of Legolas' hot mouth. He tried to catch on the elf's hips and bring him closer, but Legolas wriggled away from the grip. Aragorn started to say something, but Legolas put a hand on his mouth.
"Shh! I think I heard something," he whispered. Indeed, after few seconds Aragorn too could hear approaching footsteps. Legolas, helped by Aragorn, made it quickly to the bed and dodged under the covers. Aragorn vanished into the shadows of the dark room just as the door opened. Legolas' keen eyes saw that there were two visitors, both dark haired elves. Legolas knew them instantly. They walked nearer to the bed, and the one in the right spoke.
"Legolas, my friend. Are you awake?"
"Yes, Elladan, I am awake, but still very weak," Legolas lied. He tried to pull the covers as high as he could, for he was certain that he had more than one pairs of tooth marks on his upper body.
"Well, you look fine, Legolas," the other dark haired elf said, and came to stand next to his brother. "You don't seem so pale anymore. As a matter of fact, you don't seem pale at all. You look quite blushed," he continued in a rather surprised tone. Legolas' eyes widened, and he answered quickly:
"Dear Elrohir, it is just the heat of this room that makes me blush." A soft chuckle came from the darkness of the room, and Legolas prayed that the twins didn't notice it. Obviously they didn't since Elladan said:
"It is quite hot in here. Perhaps I should open the curtains for you." He started to walk to the windows, when Legolas exclaimed: "No, you cannot do that!" It came out much louder than Legolas had intended. Elladan and Elrohir both turned to Legolas in shock.
"Calm down Legolas," Elrohir said soothingly. "Why don't you want me to open the curtains?"
"I...I..." Legolas could not tell them about Aragorn. At least not yet. "I don't want the extra light coming in. I...My eyes are sore."
"Well perhaps you should take your covers off. It might cool you off."
"No! I feel fine. I am just really, really tired."
"All right, we leave you alone then. But we will come back to see you later," Elrohir said and took his brother's hand, leading him off the room. Before he opened the door, Elrohir turned to Legolas:
"Oh, Legolas. I was wondering if-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, for something on the floor had caught his eye. He walked to the bed and lifted something from the ground -- Aragorn's shirt! Legolas' eyes widened in shock.
"Isn't this Aragorn's?" he asked slowly.
"Yes, it is Aragorn's." Elladan had come to stand beside his brother. "How has it gotten here?" Legolas couldn't say anything for a while. He just gaped at the shirt in horror.
"Legolas?" Elrohir questioned. He looked at his twin briefly and saw him smile. Then he looked back at the blond elf. He had regained some of the color on his face back, and he had closed his mouth.
"That shirt... I-I was wearing that, well, obviously mine was torn apart and Aragorn lend me one of his..." Elladan took the shirt and placed it on the foot of the bed. "Well, that was nice of him. Come brother. We must go now." He smiled once more before going to the door, pushing Elrohir ahead.
As soon as Elladan had closed the door behind him, Elrohir burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face when I showed him the shirt! Does he really think we don't know what's going on in there?"
"Well he reminded me of someone I know. Do you remember what it was like when nobody knew about us?" Elladan asked, moving closer to Elrohir
"I miss those times," Elrohir said and wrapped his arms around his brother. "I liked all the secret midnight meetings and slipping into each others rooms..."
"Well maybe we could go into *our* room and recall those times a little better," Elladan said before kissing his brother briefly. Elrohir didn't object and so they went.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried when the man reached for the handle. Aragorn turned around, and you could see a glimpse of triumph on his face before he frowned as if to ask 'what'.
"Please...don't go." Legolas rose from the bed and started walking towards Aragorn slowly, wincing in every step he made.
"You shouldn't be walking," Aragorn said quietly as he watched Legolas make his way to the door. He reached it and came to stand before Aragorn.
"I shouldn't be doing this..." he said before kissing Aragorn briefly "...either, but I don't care." He kissed him again, this time harder. Aragorn opened his mouth and let Legolas slide his tongue in. The elf put his hands on the man's waist and pushed him hard against the door.
"Ai! Legolas, I thought you weren't supposed to-"
"Just be quiet Aragorn!"
Legolas lowered his head and started kissing the man's exposed throat. The elf's skilful mouth licked and sucked the delicate skin, leaving wet trails all over Aragorn's face, neck and chest. His hands were opening the bindings of the man's breeches. Aragorn leaned his head to the door. Every now and then he let out a moan of pleasure. It was music to Legolas' ears. The man closed his eyes when he felt Legolas' tongue in his navel. The elf stayed there for a few moments before going lower.
But then he suddenly stopped. Without warning he detached himself from Aragorn and raised up to face him. Aragorn let out a soft whimper for the loss of Legolas' hot mouth. He tried to catch on the elf's hips and bring him closer, but Legolas wriggled away from the grip. Aragorn started to say something, but Legolas put a hand on his mouth.
"Shh! I think I heard something," he whispered. Indeed, after few seconds Aragorn too could hear approaching footsteps. Legolas, helped by Aragorn, made it quickly to the bed and dodged under the covers. Aragorn vanished into the shadows of the dark room just as the door opened. Legolas' keen eyes saw that there were two visitors, both dark haired elves. Legolas knew them instantly. They walked nearer to the bed, and the one in the right spoke.
"Legolas, my friend. Are you awake?"
"Yes, Elladan, I am awake, but still very weak," Legolas lied. He tried to pull the covers as high as he could, for he was certain that he had more than one pairs of tooth marks on his upper body.
"Well, you look fine, Legolas," the other dark haired elf said, and came to stand next to his brother. "You don't seem so pale anymore. As a matter of fact, you don't seem pale at all. You look quite blushed," he continued in a rather surprised tone. Legolas' eyes widened, and he answered quickly:
"Dear Elrohir, it is just the heat of this room that makes me blush." A soft chuckle came from the darkness of the room, and Legolas prayed that the twins didn't notice it. Obviously they didn't since Elladan said:
"It is quite hot in here. Perhaps I should open the curtains for you." He started to walk to the windows, when Legolas exclaimed: "No, you cannot do that!" It came out much louder than Legolas had intended. Elladan and Elrohir both turned to Legolas in shock.
"Calm down Legolas," Elrohir said soothingly. "Why don't you want me to open the curtains?"
"I...I..." Legolas could not tell them about Aragorn. At least not yet. "I don't want the extra light coming in. I...My eyes are sore."
"Well perhaps you should take your covers off. It might cool you off."
"No! I feel fine. I am just really, really tired."
"All right, we leave you alone then. But we will come back to see you later," Elrohir said and took his brother's hand, leading him off the room. Before he opened the door, Elrohir turned to Legolas:
"Oh, Legolas. I was wondering if-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, for something on the floor had caught his eye. He walked to the bed and lifted something from the ground -- Aragorn's shirt! Legolas' eyes widened in shock.
"Isn't this Aragorn's?" he asked slowly.
"Yes, it is Aragorn's." Elladan had come to stand beside his brother. "How has it gotten here?" Legolas couldn't say anything for a while. He just gaped at the shirt in horror.
"Legolas?" Elrohir questioned. He looked at his twin briefly and saw him smile. Then he looked back at the blond elf. He had regained some of the color on his face back, and he had closed his mouth.
"That shirt... I-I was wearing that, well, obviously mine was torn apart and Aragorn lend me one of his..." Elladan took the shirt and placed it on the foot of the bed. "Well, that was nice of him. Come brother. We must go now." He smiled once more before going to the door, pushing Elrohir ahead.
As soon as Elladan had closed the door behind him, Elrohir burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face when I showed him the shirt! Does he really think we don't know what's going on in there?"
"Well he reminded me of someone I know. Do you remember what it was like when nobody knew about us?" Elladan asked, moving closer to Elrohir
"I miss those times," Elrohir said and wrapped his arms around his brother. "I liked all the secret midnight meetings and slipping into each others rooms..."
"Well maybe we could go into *our* room and recall those times a little better," Elladan said before kissing his brother briefly. Elrohir didn't object and so they went.