Chapter seven
Legolas was relieved when they made it to his room. He was really tired from the walk, but he tried to hide it from Aragorn (with a poor success). Once Aragorn had put the tray down on the table next the bed, he forgot his promise about not aiding Legolas. He took him by the waist and guided him to the bed. Legolas tried to object, but he felt too weak, and Aragorn didn't listen his protests.
"Please, Aragorn, I can do it myself," he begged, when Aragorn lifted his tunic over his head and moved to take off his shoes. He pushed Legolas back in the bed and after a quick examination of the wound he pulled the covers over him. "Now sleep," Aragorn said quietly. "After you have rested a while, you should eat. It will give you strength." Legolas was now too tired to even object, so he just nodded. Aragorn leaned closer to give him a kiss in the forehead, but Legolas put his hand on his cheek and brought his head down to press his lips against Aragorn's. Aragorn moaned softly at the tender touch. He pulled back quickly.
'No!' he said to himself. 'I must control myself. Legolas is too weak.'
"Just sleep already," he said aloud in a shaky voice. He did not meet Legolas' eyes when he turned away and went to the windows. He pulled the curtains out of way, opened the glass door and went to the balcony. He sat on a stone bench and rested his head against his hands, taking deep breaths.
He willed himself to calm down, to slow down his heartbeat that had quickened when Legolas had kissed him. It quickened every time he was near that beautiful elf. He wanted that elf badly, yet he was not allowed to touch him. At least not yet, but he wanted him right now. The thought of not being able to have him almost made him mad.
He raised his head and leaned back at the wall behind him. Suddenly he felt very tired. He hadn't slept last night. He had been too busy watching Legolas. He had been so angry with himself that he'd sworn that he wouldn't rest until he knew Legolas had recovered. Now his eyelids felt so heavy that he didn't think he could keep his eyes open much longer. He decided that he could rest a while. After all, he couldn't help Legolas if he kept falling asleep all the time. He closed his eyes and in a few moments he was in a deep sleep.
(Hours later)
He opened his eyes. It took him a couple of seconds to remember where he was. He stretched out his stiff muscles before standing up and walking to the railing. He leaned against it, looking down at the beautiful garden. 'I must've been asleep for at least six hours,' he said to himself after looking at the sun. Then he remembered Legolas, and was just about to go inside, when something caught his eye.
Down at the field were two dark haired elves practicing archery. Well they weren't practicing at the moment, (they were engaged in a heated lip-lock) but Aragorn could see two bows and a heap of arrows lying forgotten next to them.
"How do they do it," he sighed absently.
"How do they do what?" came a quiet question behind Aragorn. Aragorn knew who was talking. He had heard quiet footsteps approaching and hadn't missed the slight unevenness of the steps. That meant Legolas was still hurting. Aragorn didn't turn around.
"They've been together for ages, and still their love life blooms as passionate and fanatic as ever. I don't think-" he stopped talking when he felt Legolas wrap his arms around him from behind. Legolas leaned forward and whispered in the man's ear:
"But Aragorn, we've gone through this already. You don't have to be jealous." He kissed the area just below Aragorn's ear gently. Aragorn shivered and leaned into the touch. Legolas trailed kisses to Aragorn's neck, and was just about to turn him over, when Aragorn pulled back. He turned around and took a few steps back until he was no longer at the blond elf's reach.
"Why don't we go inside," he said quickly. "I'm very hungry." He gestured Legolas to go first, which Legolas did, wondering why Aragorn didn't come to his aid. Aragorn knew that if he touched Legolas again, he would not be able to resist him anymore. He would have to take him then and there. Aragorn took one last look down at the gardens - Elladan and Elrohir were gone. Probably to find a bit more privet place - before going inside after Legolas.
Legolas sat on the bed, looking intently at Aragorn as he walked towards him. He patted the place next to him on the bed, but Aragorn chose to sit in the chair. Legolas looked disappointed at first, but soon his expression turned into a smile. He lay down on the bed and started stretching slowly.
"You know, I have slept so long that it feels like I haven't used my muscles in a month," he said, running his hand down his body as if to show Aragorn every sore muscle. Aragorn could only stare. He could easily see the well-formed muscles in Legolas' chest and arms through the thin layer of his shirt as he stretched. The sight made Aragorn's mouth water. He tried to look away, but found it impossible. Legolas had closed his eyes and started moaning.
At that moment lust take over Aragorn's body. He rushed to the bed, took Legolas in his arms, and kissed him hard. Legolas kissed back eagerly, smiling against Aragorn's lips.
Legolas was relieved when they made it to his room. He was really tired from the walk, but he tried to hide it from Aragorn (with a poor success). Once Aragorn had put the tray down on the table next the bed, he forgot his promise about not aiding Legolas. He took him by the waist and guided him to the bed. Legolas tried to object, but he felt too weak, and Aragorn didn't listen his protests.
"Please, Aragorn, I can do it myself," he begged, when Aragorn lifted his tunic over his head and moved to take off his shoes. He pushed Legolas back in the bed and after a quick examination of the wound he pulled the covers over him. "Now sleep," Aragorn said quietly. "After you have rested a while, you should eat. It will give you strength." Legolas was now too tired to even object, so he just nodded. Aragorn leaned closer to give him a kiss in the forehead, but Legolas put his hand on his cheek and brought his head down to press his lips against Aragorn's. Aragorn moaned softly at the tender touch. He pulled back quickly.
'No!' he said to himself. 'I must control myself. Legolas is too weak.'
"Just sleep already," he said aloud in a shaky voice. He did not meet Legolas' eyes when he turned away and went to the windows. He pulled the curtains out of way, opened the glass door and went to the balcony. He sat on a stone bench and rested his head against his hands, taking deep breaths.
He willed himself to calm down, to slow down his heartbeat that had quickened when Legolas had kissed him. It quickened every time he was near that beautiful elf. He wanted that elf badly, yet he was not allowed to touch him. At least not yet, but he wanted him right now. The thought of not being able to have him almost made him mad.
He raised his head and leaned back at the wall behind him. Suddenly he felt very tired. He hadn't slept last night. He had been too busy watching Legolas. He had been so angry with himself that he'd sworn that he wouldn't rest until he knew Legolas had recovered. Now his eyelids felt so heavy that he didn't think he could keep his eyes open much longer. He decided that he could rest a while. After all, he couldn't help Legolas if he kept falling asleep all the time. He closed his eyes and in a few moments he was in a deep sleep.
(Hours later)
He opened his eyes. It took him a couple of seconds to remember where he was. He stretched out his stiff muscles before standing up and walking to the railing. He leaned against it, looking down at the beautiful garden. 'I must've been asleep for at least six hours,' he said to himself after looking at the sun. Then he remembered Legolas, and was just about to go inside, when something caught his eye.
Down at the field were two dark haired elves practicing archery. Well they weren't practicing at the moment, (they were engaged in a heated lip-lock) but Aragorn could see two bows and a heap of arrows lying forgotten next to them.
"How do they do it," he sighed absently.
"How do they do what?" came a quiet question behind Aragorn. Aragorn knew who was talking. He had heard quiet footsteps approaching and hadn't missed the slight unevenness of the steps. That meant Legolas was still hurting. Aragorn didn't turn around.
"They've been together for ages, and still their love life blooms as passionate and fanatic as ever. I don't think-" he stopped talking when he felt Legolas wrap his arms around him from behind. Legolas leaned forward and whispered in the man's ear:
"But Aragorn, we've gone through this already. You don't have to be jealous." He kissed the area just below Aragorn's ear gently. Aragorn shivered and leaned into the touch. Legolas trailed kisses to Aragorn's neck, and was just about to turn him over, when Aragorn pulled back. He turned around and took a few steps back until he was no longer at the blond elf's reach.
"Why don't we go inside," he said quickly. "I'm very hungry." He gestured Legolas to go first, which Legolas did, wondering why Aragorn didn't come to his aid. Aragorn knew that if he touched Legolas again, he would not be able to resist him anymore. He would have to take him then and there. Aragorn took one last look down at the gardens - Elladan and Elrohir were gone. Probably to find a bit more privet place - before going inside after Legolas.
Legolas sat on the bed, looking intently at Aragorn as he walked towards him. He patted the place next to him on the bed, but Aragorn chose to sit in the chair. Legolas looked disappointed at first, but soon his expression turned into a smile. He lay down on the bed and started stretching slowly.
"You know, I have slept so long that it feels like I haven't used my muscles in a month," he said, running his hand down his body as if to show Aragorn every sore muscle. Aragorn could only stare. He could easily see the well-formed muscles in Legolas' chest and arms through the thin layer of his shirt as he stretched. The sight made Aragorn's mouth water. He tried to look away, but found it impossible. Legolas had closed his eyes and started moaning.
At that moment lust take over Aragorn's body. He rushed to the bed, took Legolas in his arms, and kissed him hard. Legolas kissed back eagerly, smiling against Aragorn's lips.