Chapter eleven
"Legolas, wake up," Elrohir said quietly, putting a hand on Legolas' shoulder. Legolas sat up slowly, stretching his arms. He smiled at Elrohir.
"Hello Elrohir. I just had a wonderful dream. Aragorn and I were-" He stopped quickly. His smile vanished as he remembered what had happened before.
"Aragorn! I must find him. I have to make him understand. I love him. I'm not going to abandon him."
Elrohir started to regret his promise for Elladan and Aragorn. He really didn't want to hurt Legolas more. Legolas had put his shirt back on, and was now trying to button it with trembling fingers. Elrohir took Legolas' shaky hand in his own.
"Legolas, listen to me." Elrohir paused. It was hard to lie to Legolas. He thought about his twin and took a deep breath. "Aragorn is here. He wants to... apologize you."
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes.
"Apologize *me*?!"
'Good' Elrohir thought. 'At least he's suspicious. Maybe he wont fall into the trap'
"Where is he?" Legolas continued, looking around fanatically.
"I'm here."
Legolas turned around and saw Aragorn coming from behind a tree. He walked slowly closer to Legolas, but stopped when he was about six feet away. Elladan had come after Aragorn, and was now heading towards his twin. Elrohir rushed into his arms. Elladan stroked his hair and murmured comforting words into his ears:
"Don't worry. Legolas will be fine. This might even bring them back together. Just do like I told you."
Legolas couldn't hear nor see them. The only thing he saw was the man standing in front of him. He looked different somehow. Usually when ever Aragorn looked at Legolas, his eyes were reflecting love and devotion. Now Legolas could see nothing in his eyes. It was like he had a shield in front of them. Legolas didn't like it.
"Aragorn, I-"
"Don't say anything!" Aragorn said, perhaps a bit harshly. Then his features softened. "At least not before you hear what I have to say." Legolas feared the worst. Aragorn was acting so weird. He walked slowly closer to Legolas, and every step he took, made Legolas breathe faster. Aragorn came so close that Legolas could feel his hot breath on his neck as he bent forward to speak to him.
"Forgive me Legolas, for what I said earlier." It was barely a whisper. His lips connected lightly with Legolas' skin, making him feel dizzy. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He was about to say something, when Aragorn interrupted him by bringing his hand up to Legolas' neck, and trailing his fingers down between the gap of his still open shirt. Legolas moaned. Still, somewhere in the back of his head he knew that something was wrong.
He stepped back and looked at Aragorn. He was breathing heavily (as was Legolas) and now Legolas could see desire in his eyes. But he saw another feeling in those eyes as well. It was anger. Yes, Aragorn hadn't forgiven him. He was up to something. Legolas took few steadying breaths before he asked hoarsely.
"What are you doing Aragorn?" Aragorn just came closer, forcing Legolas to back up even more. "Aren't you angry at me anymore?" Legolas' back hit a tree trunk. He had now no way to escape. Aragorn kept coming closer. "I'm not angry at you," Aragorn spoke when he was standing again in front of Legolas. He extended a hand and brushed Legolas' cheek. "I want to touch you." He pressed himself hard against Legolas, so that Legolas could feel his erection through their pants. "I want you," he breathed into Legolas' hair. Legolas suck in a sharp breath as Aragorn stuck his tongue out and started licking his neck.
"Aragorn stop!" Legolas moaned. "How can you even touch me after what I did?" Aragorn pulled back. "Legolas, you should know that it takes a lot more to make me not to want to touch you. Lets just forget what happened before." He reached for Legolas, but Legolas was quicker. He dodged under Aragorn's outstretched hand and took few steps away from him.
"Look, you're acting very strangely. I know you. There's something in your mind-"
"Yes there is," Aragorn said, and walked close to Legolas (again). "It's you." He wrapped his hands around Legolas' waist and brought his face close to Legolas'. "I want you," he breathed and pushed his groin against his. Legolas let out a stifled cry. "You want it too. I know it." Aragorn grinded his hips against Legolas'. "So don't fight." His last words were barely audible though Legolas' moans of pleasure. Then Legolas looked straight into Aragorn's eyes and nodded. Aragorn had to moan. Only one look in those eyes made Aragorn's legs shake, his heart beat faster. It was that intensity and beauty that had captured Aragorn's attention in the first place. He saw love and loyalty, and it almost made him abandon his plans of revenge. Almost.
He acted quickly. He pulled Legolas close into a breathtaking kiss, and now Legolas responded. He threw his arms around him and kissed him back passionately. Aragorn smiled against his lips. He had hoped to get this kind of reaction out of Legolas. Now he was completely at his mercy. Now he was going to know what it feels like to see your lover in the arms of another, and not being able to touch him yourself. 'Ah, just the right timing' he said to himself when he heard approaching footsteps. Soon he felt two bodies pressing against his, and was surprised to realize that they were naked already.
Legolas backed away quickly. He had forgotten the twins. As he watched how the two naked elves groped his lover, he understood why Aragorn had gotten so mad before. Still, at the same time he realized that he had never seen anything as arousing as this. He (Legolas) understood that Aragorn had wanted him (Legolas) to react the same way he (Aragorn) had, and didn't think he (Aragorn) would have to do much with the twins. So now if Legolas joined them, he (Aragorn) would have to be with them to the end.
Legolas walked to the heated trio. The twins were busy tearing Aragorn's clothes off, so only Aragorn saw him approaching. Legolas' eyes were almost black from desire. He walked right in front of Aragorn, and took his (Legolas') shirt of, exposing his firm torso. Aragorn's gaze flickered over Legolas' creamy skin.
"So," Aragorn gasped. Elrohir bit him rather hard on the shoulder. "You decided to join us?" Legolas smiled. He stepped closer, so that their bodies were only inches apart. "But Aragorn," he whispered in his ear "I thought Elladan asked the same from you earlier. Are you planning to join *us*?"
Aragorn groaned. Legolas' hot breath on his ear made shivers run down his body. He thought hard. What had gone wrong? He had meant to get back at Legolas by hurting him the same way he had hurt him. But now he found himself playing their game, agreeing to what he'd first turned down. So now he was the 'victim' again. It wasn't fair. His musings were interrupted when Legolas winded his hands around his waist.
"So are you?" Legolas whispered, his face only inches away from Aragorn's "I know you want to, so don't fight." Aragorn felt the anger rising again. He was making fun of him! But just when he was about to say something, Legolas kissed him hard on the mouth. He pressed his body against Aragorn, and they both groaned in unison. After that Aragorn didn't fight anymore. He actually didn't care that there were four of them, nor that they did it in so public place. He actually didn't care about anything but the sensations those three elves created.
The twins were happy that Aragorn and Legolas 'made up'. Now they would show them something they had never even dreamed of, something amazing, that would stay in their mind for the rest of their lives. After all, the twins could be considered as experts in this area.
"Legolas, wake up," Elrohir said quietly, putting a hand on Legolas' shoulder. Legolas sat up slowly, stretching his arms. He smiled at Elrohir.
"Hello Elrohir. I just had a wonderful dream. Aragorn and I were-" He stopped quickly. His smile vanished as he remembered what had happened before.
"Aragorn! I must find him. I have to make him understand. I love him. I'm not going to abandon him."
Elrohir started to regret his promise for Elladan and Aragorn. He really didn't want to hurt Legolas more. Legolas had put his shirt back on, and was now trying to button it with trembling fingers. Elrohir took Legolas' shaky hand in his own.
"Legolas, listen to me." Elrohir paused. It was hard to lie to Legolas. He thought about his twin and took a deep breath. "Aragorn is here. He wants to... apologize you."
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes.
"Apologize *me*?!"
'Good' Elrohir thought. 'At least he's suspicious. Maybe he wont fall into the trap'
"Where is he?" Legolas continued, looking around fanatically.
"I'm here."
Legolas turned around and saw Aragorn coming from behind a tree. He walked slowly closer to Legolas, but stopped when he was about six feet away. Elladan had come after Aragorn, and was now heading towards his twin. Elrohir rushed into his arms. Elladan stroked his hair and murmured comforting words into his ears:
"Don't worry. Legolas will be fine. This might even bring them back together. Just do like I told you."
Legolas couldn't hear nor see them. The only thing he saw was the man standing in front of him. He looked different somehow. Usually when ever Aragorn looked at Legolas, his eyes were reflecting love and devotion. Now Legolas could see nothing in his eyes. It was like he had a shield in front of them. Legolas didn't like it.
"Aragorn, I-"
"Don't say anything!" Aragorn said, perhaps a bit harshly. Then his features softened. "At least not before you hear what I have to say." Legolas feared the worst. Aragorn was acting so weird. He walked slowly closer to Legolas, and every step he took, made Legolas breathe faster. Aragorn came so close that Legolas could feel his hot breath on his neck as he bent forward to speak to him.
"Forgive me Legolas, for what I said earlier." It was barely a whisper. His lips connected lightly with Legolas' skin, making him feel dizzy. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He was about to say something, when Aragorn interrupted him by bringing his hand up to Legolas' neck, and trailing his fingers down between the gap of his still open shirt. Legolas moaned. Still, somewhere in the back of his head he knew that something was wrong.
He stepped back and looked at Aragorn. He was breathing heavily (as was Legolas) and now Legolas could see desire in his eyes. But he saw another feeling in those eyes as well. It was anger. Yes, Aragorn hadn't forgiven him. He was up to something. Legolas took few steadying breaths before he asked hoarsely.
"What are you doing Aragorn?" Aragorn just came closer, forcing Legolas to back up even more. "Aren't you angry at me anymore?" Legolas' back hit a tree trunk. He had now no way to escape. Aragorn kept coming closer. "I'm not angry at you," Aragorn spoke when he was standing again in front of Legolas. He extended a hand and brushed Legolas' cheek. "I want to touch you." He pressed himself hard against Legolas, so that Legolas could feel his erection through their pants. "I want you," he breathed into Legolas' hair. Legolas suck in a sharp breath as Aragorn stuck his tongue out and started licking his neck.
"Aragorn stop!" Legolas moaned. "How can you even touch me after what I did?" Aragorn pulled back. "Legolas, you should know that it takes a lot more to make me not to want to touch you. Lets just forget what happened before." He reached for Legolas, but Legolas was quicker. He dodged under Aragorn's outstretched hand and took few steps away from him.
"Look, you're acting very strangely. I know you. There's something in your mind-"
"Yes there is," Aragorn said, and walked close to Legolas (again). "It's you." He wrapped his hands around Legolas' waist and brought his face close to Legolas'. "I want you," he breathed and pushed his groin against his. Legolas let out a stifled cry. "You want it too. I know it." Aragorn grinded his hips against Legolas'. "So don't fight." His last words were barely audible though Legolas' moans of pleasure. Then Legolas looked straight into Aragorn's eyes and nodded. Aragorn had to moan. Only one look in those eyes made Aragorn's legs shake, his heart beat faster. It was that intensity and beauty that had captured Aragorn's attention in the first place. He saw love and loyalty, and it almost made him abandon his plans of revenge. Almost.
He acted quickly. He pulled Legolas close into a breathtaking kiss, and now Legolas responded. He threw his arms around him and kissed him back passionately. Aragorn smiled against his lips. He had hoped to get this kind of reaction out of Legolas. Now he was completely at his mercy. Now he was going to know what it feels like to see your lover in the arms of another, and not being able to touch him yourself. 'Ah, just the right timing' he said to himself when he heard approaching footsteps. Soon he felt two bodies pressing against his, and was surprised to realize that they were naked already.
Legolas backed away quickly. He had forgotten the twins. As he watched how the two naked elves groped his lover, he understood why Aragorn had gotten so mad before. Still, at the same time he realized that he had never seen anything as arousing as this. He (Legolas) understood that Aragorn had wanted him (Legolas) to react the same way he (Aragorn) had, and didn't think he (Aragorn) would have to do much with the twins. So now if Legolas joined them, he (Aragorn) would have to be with them to the end.
Legolas walked to the heated trio. The twins were busy tearing Aragorn's clothes off, so only Aragorn saw him approaching. Legolas' eyes were almost black from desire. He walked right in front of Aragorn, and took his (Legolas') shirt of, exposing his firm torso. Aragorn's gaze flickered over Legolas' creamy skin.
"So," Aragorn gasped. Elrohir bit him rather hard on the shoulder. "You decided to join us?" Legolas smiled. He stepped closer, so that their bodies were only inches apart. "But Aragorn," he whispered in his ear "I thought Elladan asked the same from you earlier. Are you planning to join *us*?"
Aragorn groaned. Legolas' hot breath on his ear made shivers run down his body. He thought hard. What had gone wrong? He had meant to get back at Legolas by hurting him the same way he had hurt him. But now he found himself playing their game, agreeing to what he'd first turned down. So now he was the 'victim' again. It wasn't fair. His musings were interrupted when Legolas winded his hands around his waist.
"So are you?" Legolas whispered, his face only inches away from Aragorn's "I know you want to, so don't fight." Aragorn felt the anger rising again. He was making fun of him! But just when he was about to say something, Legolas kissed him hard on the mouth. He pressed his body against Aragorn, and they both groaned in unison. After that Aragorn didn't fight anymore. He actually didn't care that there were four of them, nor that they did it in so public place. He actually didn't care about anything but the sensations those three elves created.
The twins were happy that Aragorn and Legolas 'made up'. Now they would show them something they had never even dreamed of, something amazing, that would stay in their mind for the rest of their lives. After all, the twins could be considered as experts in this area.