Chapter six
Legolas felt much better in the next morning. He convinced Aragorn that he could walk and go to have breakfast himself. (Aragorn had insisted Legolas rested and he would get the breakfast for him) Although breakfast in bed did sound tempting, Legolas wanted to leave the room he'd spent at least two days in a row. He wanted to go out and get some fresh air, but first he was going to go to breakfast. He hadn't eaten in days and was very hungry.
Aragorn of course accompanied him when they left the room. He respected Legolas' decision by not trying to aid and support him when he walked, and Legolas did appreciate it, but he noticed that every time he stopped to draw breath or clutched his side Aragorn bit his lip and fought the urge to go over him and carry him back to bed. Legolas ignored him and continued walking as smoothly as possible.
Aragorn watched as Legolas' face yet again turned into a grimace of pain and how he brought his hand up to his wound. Aragorn shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. "Damn that stubborn elf!" he cursed under his breath, so quiet that even Legolas couldn't hear him. He took a deep breath to calm himself and continued walking beside Legolas.
Soon they found the kitchens and walked through them, passing extremely confused elves, to a small room at the back where they usually went when they wanted to eat alone. Not many knew about that room so they thought they would not be interrupted. Aragorn didn't want people to come disturbing the still weak prince. As they came closer the room, they began hearing noises inside the room. They stopped. Was somebody else using the room? The only ones who knew about the room were Lord Elrond and.
(Inside the room)
"Open wide..." said Elladan before taking a slice of apple from a plate and bringing it to Elrohir's mouth. Elrohir giggled (which wasn't a very elfin thing to do) and took the apple whit his teeth. He leaned back on the chair he was sitting and closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet taste of the fruit. When he was done he opened his eyes and saw Elladan staring at him.
"You've got some on your..." Elladan said pointing at his brother's lips. Elrohir lifted his hand to brush the remaining piece of apple from his mouth, but Elladan stopped him by taking his hand.
"No. Let me," he said before leaning forward and licking his brother's lips in a slow and tender motion. Elrohir closed his eyes and moaned softly. Elladan captured his twin's lower lip with his mouth and they started kissing passionately. Elrohir brought his hand up to his brother's hair as Elladan's hand moved down Elrohir's body to cup the slight bulge through the fabric of his leggings.
"'Tis early, my brother," Elrohir gasped against Elladan's hot mouth. "Perhaps we shouldn't-"
He was cut off by a loud cough coming from the door. They both froze and turned quickly to look at the comer. It was Aragorn, who stood there gaping with wide eyes. Legolas was behind him, a bit amused look on his face. He saw too dark haired elves, one of them, Elladan, was on all fours on the table, wearing no shirt and reaching down to his brother, who sat on a chair in front of the table. There was a plate of fruits on the table next to Elladan, whose shirt lay on the floor.
Elladan jumped quickly off the table and went to stand next to Elrohir (after stumbling over his shirt).
"That," he said, pointing at the shirt "got dirty." Aragorn and Legolas looked at the shirt, and saw it was indeed dirty. There were red marks all over it, apparently from berries. Elrohir picked it up and took his brother's arm.
"We were just leaving," he said, standing up and taking the plate from the table. "You two probably want to be al-"
"No," Aragorn interrupted after finally finding his tongue. He did know about Elladan and Elrohir, but it always shocked him the same when he saw them together. "We are leaving. We can take some food and go to our room to eat," he muttered. Elladan gave him a curious look.
"We? *Our* room?!" he said, lifting his eyebrow.
"We'll be going now," Legolas said, dragging the stunned man out of the room.
"What is wrong with you?" he questioned Aragorn after they were safely outside the kitchens, carrying a large plate of food and walking to "their" room. "You have seen them before, they are your brothers!"
"Exactly! They are my brothers, and that is why it feels so... strange. First they are your friends and then they turn into these... passionate lovers, and they don't pay attention to you any- what are you smirking about?"
"You are jealous of them," Legolas said smiling. "You are jealous of what they have."
"No, I..." he knew Legolas was right. He hated when Legolas was right and he wasn't. "Well, perhaps a little." Legolas laughed: "But Aragorn, you don't have to be jealous anymore. Not after last... I think it was afternoon." Legolas approached Aragorn, and wrapped his arm around the man's shoulders. Aragorn could only smile (he was holding a heavy tray). And so they started walking towards Legolas' room, side by side.
Legolas felt much better in the next morning. He convinced Aragorn that he could walk and go to have breakfast himself. (Aragorn had insisted Legolas rested and he would get the breakfast for him) Although breakfast in bed did sound tempting, Legolas wanted to leave the room he'd spent at least two days in a row. He wanted to go out and get some fresh air, but first he was going to go to breakfast. He hadn't eaten in days and was very hungry.
Aragorn of course accompanied him when they left the room. He respected Legolas' decision by not trying to aid and support him when he walked, and Legolas did appreciate it, but he noticed that every time he stopped to draw breath or clutched his side Aragorn bit his lip and fought the urge to go over him and carry him back to bed. Legolas ignored him and continued walking as smoothly as possible.
Aragorn watched as Legolas' face yet again turned into a grimace of pain and how he brought his hand up to his wound. Aragorn shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. "Damn that stubborn elf!" he cursed under his breath, so quiet that even Legolas couldn't hear him. He took a deep breath to calm himself and continued walking beside Legolas.
Soon they found the kitchens and walked through them, passing extremely confused elves, to a small room at the back where they usually went when they wanted to eat alone. Not many knew about that room so they thought they would not be interrupted. Aragorn didn't want people to come disturbing the still weak prince. As they came closer the room, they began hearing noises inside the room. They stopped. Was somebody else using the room? The only ones who knew about the room were Lord Elrond and.
(Inside the room)
"Open wide..." said Elladan before taking a slice of apple from a plate and bringing it to Elrohir's mouth. Elrohir giggled (which wasn't a very elfin thing to do) and took the apple whit his teeth. He leaned back on the chair he was sitting and closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet taste of the fruit. When he was done he opened his eyes and saw Elladan staring at him.
"You've got some on your..." Elladan said pointing at his brother's lips. Elrohir lifted his hand to brush the remaining piece of apple from his mouth, but Elladan stopped him by taking his hand.
"No. Let me," he said before leaning forward and licking his brother's lips in a slow and tender motion. Elrohir closed his eyes and moaned softly. Elladan captured his twin's lower lip with his mouth and they started kissing passionately. Elrohir brought his hand up to his brother's hair as Elladan's hand moved down Elrohir's body to cup the slight bulge through the fabric of his leggings.
"'Tis early, my brother," Elrohir gasped against Elladan's hot mouth. "Perhaps we shouldn't-"
He was cut off by a loud cough coming from the door. They both froze and turned quickly to look at the comer. It was Aragorn, who stood there gaping with wide eyes. Legolas was behind him, a bit amused look on his face. He saw too dark haired elves, one of them, Elladan, was on all fours on the table, wearing no shirt and reaching down to his brother, who sat on a chair in front of the table. There was a plate of fruits on the table next to Elladan, whose shirt lay on the floor.
Elladan jumped quickly off the table and went to stand next to Elrohir (after stumbling over his shirt).
"That," he said, pointing at the shirt "got dirty." Aragorn and Legolas looked at the shirt, and saw it was indeed dirty. There were red marks all over it, apparently from berries. Elrohir picked it up and took his brother's arm.
"We were just leaving," he said, standing up and taking the plate from the table. "You two probably want to be al-"
"No," Aragorn interrupted after finally finding his tongue. He did know about Elladan and Elrohir, but it always shocked him the same when he saw them together. "We are leaving. We can take some food and go to our room to eat," he muttered. Elladan gave him a curious look.
"We? *Our* room?!" he said, lifting his eyebrow.
"We'll be going now," Legolas said, dragging the stunned man out of the room.
"What is wrong with you?" he questioned Aragorn after they were safely outside the kitchens, carrying a large plate of food and walking to "their" room. "You have seen them before, they are your brothers!"
"Exactly! They are my brothers, and that is why it feels so... strange. First they are your friends and then they turn into these... passionate lovers, and they don't pay attention to you any- what are you smirking about?"
"You are jealous of them," Legolas said smiling. "You are jealous of what they have."
"No, I..." he knew Legolas was right. He hated when Legolas was right and he wasn't. "Well, perhaps a little." Legolas laughed: "But Aragorn, you don't have to be jealous anymore. Not after last... I think it was afternoon." Legolas approached Aragorn, and wrapped his arm around the man's shoulders. Aragorn could only smile (he was holding a heavy tray). And so they started walking towards Legolas' room, side by side.