Just a little chapter to show a moment in the beginning of the relationship. Enjoy xxx

'Legolas, you do realize that this is entirely your fault?' panted Aragorn as he sprinted along the passage from the kitchens a couple of paces behind his best friend and lover.

'My fault?' Legolas shouted over his shoulder. 'If I remember correctly it was you who dropped that dish, which is of course the sole reason we're having to hide now.'

'And just whose idea was it to go into the kitchens in the first place?'

'I'm a Prince, I can do what I want.'

'Oh how lovely for you…' Aragorn only muttered these words but Legolas heard him and laughed, before stopping suddenly, causing Aragorn to slam into him from behind and nearly fall over. The elf grabbed the wrist of the man and, shoving a tapestry hung from the wall aside, pulled the man into a narrow passage way about three feet above the ground. There was only just enough room to sit down, and it was pitch black.

'What is this…'

'Ssh!' Legolas hushed the man and grabbed hold of his wrist. Silence fell.

'Must you breathe so loudly?' Legolas spoke with an air of great sufferance, and could practically feel Aragorn rolling his eyes beside him. A moment later Aragorn heard the footsteps that Legolas' elvish ears had already detected. They belonged to the cook, and were outside the passage, but still quite far away. Legolas put his mouth to the ear of the man.

'I think they do not know of this passage, but be very still anyway, or they will hear.'

The footsteps grew louder until the person chasing them was clearly right outside the passageway. Here they paused, and both Aragorn and Legolas sat completely motionless, not even daring to breathe. After a moment the elf continued, and the footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they could no longer be heard. Aragorn let out a low whistle of breath, and Legolas released his hold on the mans wrist and began to laugh.

'That was close. We may not be so lucky next time.'

'Next ti… Legolas, there isn't going to be a next time!' Aragorn sounded genuinely alarmed, which only made Legolas laugh harder.

'Come, let's go before they return.' Legolas turned back towards the tapestry and made his way to the exit.

'Your more trouble than you're worth, elf.' muttered Aragorn as Legolas jumped down into the corridor.'

'I heard that.' His friends voice floated up from the passageway outside.

'Good!' replied Aragorn loudly, as he too exited the narrow tunnel. 'Where does that lead anyway?'

'Nowhere very exciting. You can get to the parlour and the great hall, but a picture blocks the entrance in the parlour and it's too high to jump down into the great hall from it. It's basically useless, which is why so few know about it.'

'Except troublemakers like yourself.'

Legolas grinned a mischievous grin.

'I am sorry to have upset you. Perhaps there is some way I can make it up to you…?' The elf's eyes sparkled wickedly as he murmured these words, and he licked his lips. Aragorn gulped to buy himself some time before answering. Damn this elf…he always could hit Aragorn in the emotional solar plexus…

'You fey creature…I daresay you could find something…' Aragorn smiled too as he stepped closer to the elf, placing his hands on his lovers hips. Legolas slipped his arms around the mans neck. Their lips had almost touched when the sounds of hurried footsteps could be heard around the corner. The two sprung apart, pink tingeing the usually pale cheeks of the Prince. It was the cook.

'Master Legolas! I was wondering..'

'Yes? Interrupted Legolas, too quickly. Guilt added to the blush on his cheeks, making them almost red in colour. Aragorn noticed this and a smile curved across his lips as he leaned back against the wall. *Talk your way out of this one* he thought to himself.

The cook had also noticed the Princes unusual colouring, and realization spread across his face.

'I was wondering, Master Legolas,' he began slowly, 'if you knew that someone had been in my kitchens this morning?'

'No! No, I, um, didn't…' Squeaked Legolas.

'Because you do of course realize that it is completely forbidden, and that anyone caught would be in serious trouble?'

'Yes, yes of course. Who would, uh, do such a thing, I wonder…' Legolas was floundering. It was all Aragorn could do not to snort with laughter, and he did not miss the daggers in the sideways glance that Legolas gave him.

'It was of course made worse by the fact that a very valuable plate, a gift from the elves of Lothlorien in fact, was broken as well…'

This time it was Aragorn whose eyes widened. He paled slightly. The cook continued, still looking at Legolas with an uncomfortably confident look in his eye.

'In any case, the culprit cannot be found…I suppose, Master Legolas, that if, by any chance, you happened to find out who it was, it wouldn't be too much to tell them that if they are ever caught in my kitchens again, then even royalty won't save them? Thank you, and have a nice day.' With a sickening smile the cook turned and walked back in the direction of the kitchens. Legolas turned on Aragorn, who smiled smugly. Legolas scowled.

'I told you that plate was valuable.'

'No you didn't. And stop frowning, you are so much prettier when you smile.'

These words only made Legolas frown harder. Aragorn burst out laughing, and soon Legolas couldn't help but smile as well.

'Come my little prince, before you get into even more trouble that even your royalty will not save you from.'

Aragorn took Legolas by the elbow and continued along the corrido