Disclaimer: You can imagine the fun I would have if I owned them but
unfortunately I don't. All characters belong to the master, Tolkien.
A/N: I came up with this idea and wrote it at about one in the morning so. I'm sorry if there are mistakes in it, if there are feel free to contact me so I'll know next time. I really enjoyed writing this story. It's my first story of this type so I hope you guys like it. As I said it's my first story like this so I would really appreciate your opinion on it so please review.
Anyway enough of me. here's the story, enjoy.
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Ch 1 The Battle
The tall, slender body of the Prince of Mirkwood stood proud during the battle. He fought with strength and power that many could not describe. The arrows from his bow were shot one after the other in a continuous line. His speed was so great that the Orcs didn't have time to fire back at them. The Elf didn't miss a beat upon realising his quiver was empty from the barrage of arrows he had fired at the unsuspecting Orcs. The blond Elf drew out his shining silver daggers and with a surprising amount of grace, for a battle, ran towards the numerous Orcs. Within seconds many more were dead.
Just as good in battle as Legolas was Aragorn. He too fought and killed many of the Orcs in the patrol. He killed them at close range; he plunged instantly into the fray not worried about his partner who was clearly dealing with more than his fair share of the attackers. Aragorn swung his sword around with great skill, slashing many of the Orcs. Soon not only his blade but also the ground was black with the blood that had been spilled.
To say that it was the Orcs that had started this particular fight would be unfair. They had been patrolling the woods near Rivendell when they had run into the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and the future King of Gondor, Aragorn. The two had sprung out of nowhere and before the Orcs could do anything five were dead. Despite being outnumbered 40 to 2 it had been a reasonably easy victory for Aragorn and Legolas.
After almost thirty minutes and lots of bloodshed the battle was finally over. Only Aragorn and Legolas were left standing.
"I told you that would be easy." Legolas commented, his eyes sparkling with a playful look.
"Very well, my Prince. You have proven me wrong once again, although I would not call that easy." Aragorn replied wiping his sword on his tunic leaving behind a deep black bloodstain.
The Elf merely smiled at the man and began collecting some of the undamaged arrows off of the dead Orcs. He always liked to be prepared even though they were so close to Imladris.
Aragorn smiled at Legolas as he examined the body of one of the Orcs.
"Be careful Legolas, you know that Orc weapons are often tipped with poison."
"I wish you wouldn't talk to me so. As I recall it was you that nearly poisoned yourself last time and it was me who saved you."
"Yes, but it was you that told me to attack those Orcs in the first place. Every single time we go on an innocent hunting trip you get us into some kind of trouble."
"I have never forced you to do any of that." Legolas mocked Aragorn.
"You are too irresistible to say no to my love." Aragorn smiled. Legolas smiled back and continued to search for missing arrows.
It had always amazed Aragorn that Legolas would be so eager to get involved in a fight. He was no doubt loyal to his kind and would defend them against Orcs or anything else. In Aragorn's eyes the Elf was a hero.
After a good number of his own arrows were back in his quiver Legolas wandered over to where Aragorn was looking at something on the ground. He moved silently towards the man who was clearly unaware of the approaching Elf. When he was right behind the bent over man Legolas said quite loudly,
"I believe we are ready." Aragorn almost fell over but managed to steady himself despite the scare that the Elf had given him. When Aragorn stood up straight and had calmed his heartbeat slightly he turned and looked angrily at the Elf. The anger quickly dissipated when he saw the bright smile on Legolas' flawless face. He could not help but let his anger slip away from him.
"I should have killed you for doing that." Aragorn said in mock anger.
"You would not get a chance, human." Replied Legolas.
Aragorn smiled and started walking to catch up with Legolas. Legolas stole a look behind him and saw the grin on Aragorn's face. He turned back and smiled to himself.
They walked for a while through the woods. Legolas seemed perfectly at home in the wood. Aragorn did not like being surrounded by so many trees; it made him nervous not knowing what was behind them. Having the Elf nearby was surprisingly comforting. Aragorn knew that Legolas would hear or sense anything approaching them long before it happened.
Aragorn was just beginning to enjoy the freshness and warmth of the wood when Legolas stopped suddenly. Aragorn too froze. Legolas seemed to listen more intently around him, almost as if he was asking the forest silently for its advice. After a few minutes of remaining tense and completely still, Legolas seemed to relax and turned to Aragorn and smiled at the concerned look on his face.
"It is nothing, Estel. All is well. I thought I heard something but I was mistaken. However, the sun is setting and we are still far from Rivendell. We could carry on walking in the night or we could camp out. I am sure your father will not miss you for one night longer."
The Elf smiled and Aragorn instantly understood what he was talking about. Their relationship was certainly no secret in Imladris but Lord Elrond did not approve of it or of Legolas. The feud that had occurred many years ago in Mirkwood and Rivendell still lasted, although it was now nothing more than a no connections feud. Of course, Legolas being the son of Lord Thranduil did nothing to alter Elrond's mind. It was only seeing his adoptive son so happy that had forced Elrond, and Thranduil to allow Legolas to visit Rivendell. It was clear that Elrond did not approve of his son being so intimately close to the son of one of his enemies.
Aragorn and Legolas thought very little of the feud and neither thought it should change their friendship and later on their love for each other. Both Thranduil and Elrond had had to accept this and soon gave up trying to keep the two apart.
Legolas quickly spotted a place to camp and directed Aragorn to it. The sun was nearly gone by the time they had built and lit a fire. Although they knew Orcs might be patrolling the woods they also felt the need for heat and warm food that night. Whilst Legolas went about checking their weapons and providing some shelter, Aragorn ventured into the woods to hunt. He was far more experienced at hunting for food. Legolas always assumed this was because of his training as a ranger.
After a while Aragorn came back with several rabbits in his hand. He smiled proudly at Legolas who humoured him and tried to look impressed. For some reason unknown to him he felt unusually tired that night. He didn't know whether it was the battle that had taken place earlier or something else. He tried to take the fatigue off his mind by thinking of a way to explain to Lord Elrond why they were a day later than expected. Legolas' thoughts were distracted by the sight of Aragorn skinning the rabbits he had caught. Aragorn smiled at Legolas and he tried to look sincere as he returned the gesture. Aragorn didn't appear to notice the Elf's unease and continued to skin and cook the rabbits. On seeing this, Legolas no longer felt hungry. He didn't know what was happening to him, he had often helped prepare food that Aragorn had caught. This time should haven no different and yet he could not ignore that his body felt strange.
Aragorn handed Legolas some of the now cooked rabbit on a wooden plate which snapped him out of his thoughts. He took the plate and smiled falsely at Aragorn. The man obviously didn't see anything wrong with Legolas and he was a skilled healer and would surely know if there was something wrong with him.
Legolas looked down at the food and back at Aragorn who was already eating his in the true fashion of a man. Legolas put his down by his feet and stared at the trees. Aragorn slowed his eating and looked at Legolas as if he could read his thoughts. Unfortunately he couldn't.
"Is there something wrong with the food?" Aragorn asked.
"No. Nothing. I have just lost my appetite." He tried to smile but it was barely noticeable.
Although Aragorn knew it would be dangerous to pursue the matter he couldn't help but think that something was wrong.
"Are you aright?" He asked quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb the Elf's thoughts. Legolas said nothing in reply but just nodded his head. Suddenly it seemed as if he was pulled away from his staring place and brought back into reality.
"Of course, I'm fine. I just don't feel like eating." He smiled properly this time.
"Come now, Legolas, I hope this isn't the effect every battle will have on you." Aragorn joked. Legolas laughed at this. Aragorn put his food on the floor and stared at Legolas some more. He didn't understand how his friend could be so quiet and contemplative one minute and then go back to the Legolas he was so familiar with. He stopped looking at Legolas when he saw him shift uncomfortably. Aragorn knew Legolas didn't like being made a fuss of and Aragorn had learned to respect that over the years they had been friends and lovers.
Legolas got to his feet in his normal swift and graceful movement and walked teasingly over to Aragorn, who stood watching Legolas in amazement. Aragorn had always loved the way Legolas moved. He had such grace but at the same time looked powerful. He remembered feeling threatened by the Elf as a child. Him and Legolas had been good friends even though the Elf was considerably older. Aragorn had been almost jealous of all Elves. He had grown up among them but had never had the same qualities as them. It was frustrating for him.
Legolas reached Aragorn and sat on his lap. He felt the strong and comfortable arms around his waist and no longer felt the uncertainty he had felt minutes before. Legolas leaned into Aragorn and the man eagerly accepted the Elf's slender body. Even though it was quite a cold night Legolas still felt warm against Aragorn and he couldn't help but hold him tighter. Legolas accepted this and sank back further into the man. He had always felt safe around Aragorn and Aragorn had always felt safe around Legolas and even though they were two different species they had bonded immediately, much to the joy of Elrond who had seen Aragorn through his mother's death.
They sat in that position for some time, making the most of the time they had alone and enjoying every moment they had together. Legolas looked up at the stars and listened to the music the trees were making in the wind. He was sure that the moment couldn't get any more perfect. Aragorn interrupted his thoughts by saying,
"I love you." Legolas smiled and returned the comment. He twisted himself around until he was face to face with his lover. For a minute they drank in each other's image. Aragorn got completely drawn in by Legolas' bright blue eyes.
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A/N: So what do you think? Send me a review and tell me.
A/N: I came up with this idea and wrote it at about one in the morning so. I'm sorry if there are mistakes in it, if there are feel free to contact me so I'll know next time. I really enjoyed writing this story. It's my first story of this type so I hope you guys like it. As I said it's my first story like this so I would really appreciate your opinion on it so please review.
Anyway enough of me. here's the story, enjoy.
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Ch 1 The Battle
The tall, slender body of the Prince of Mirkwood stood proud during the battle. He fought with strength and power that many could not describe. The arrows from his bow were shot one after the other in a continuous line. His speed was so great that the Orcs didn't have time to fire back at them. The Elf didn't miss a beat upon realising his quiver was empty from the barrage of arrows he had fired at the unsuspecting Orcs. The blond Elf drew out his shining silver daggers and with a surprising amount of grace, for a battle, ran towards the numerous Orcs. Within seconds many more were dead.
Just as good in battle as Legolas was Aragorn. He too fought and killed many of the Orcs in the patrol. He killed them at close range; he plunged instantly into the fray not worried about his partner who was clearly dealing with more than his fair share of the attackers. Aragorn swung his sword around with great skill, slashing many of the Orcs. Soon not only his blade but also the ground was black with the blood that had been spilled.
To say that it was the Orcs that had started this particular fight would be unfair. They had been patrolling the woods near Rivendell when they had run into the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and the future King of Gondor, Aragorn. The two had sprung out of nowhere and before the Orcs could do anything five were dead. Despite being outnumbered 40 to 2 it had been a reasonably easy victory for Aragorn and Legolas.
After almost thirty minutes and lots of bloodshed the battle was finally over. Only Aragorn and Legolas were left standing.
"I told you that would be easy." Legolas commented, his eyes sparkling with a playful look.
"Very well, my Prince. You have proven me wrong once again, although I would not call that easy." Aragorn replied wiping his sword on his tunic leaving behind a deep black bloodstain.
The Elf merely smiled at the man and began collecting some of the undamaged arrows off of the dead Orcs. He always liked to be prepared even though they were so close to Imladris.
Aragorn smiled at Legolas as he examined the body of one of the Orcs.
"Be careful Legolas, you know that Orc weapons are often tipped with poison."
"I wish you wouldn't talk to me so. As I recall it was you that nearly poisoned yourself last time and it was me who saved you."
"Yes, but it was you that told me to attack those Orcs in the first place. Every single time we go on an innocent hunting trip you get us into some kind of trouble."
"I have never forced you to do any of that." Legolas mocked Aragorn.
"You are too irresistible to say no to my love." Aragorn smiled. Legolas smiled back and continued to search for missing arrows.
It had always amazed Aragorn that Legolas would be so eager to get involved in a fight. He was no doubt loyal to his kind and would defend them against Orcs or anything else. In Aragorn's eyes the Elf was a hero.
After a good number of his own arrows were back in his quiver Legolas wandered over to where Aragorn was looking at something on the ground. He moved silently towards the man who was clearly unaware of the approaching Elf. When he was right behind the bent over man Legolas said quite loudly,
"I believe we are ready." Aragorn almost fell over but managed to steady himself despite the scare that the Elf had given him. When Aragorn stood up straight and had calmed his heartbeat slightly he turned and looked angrily at the Elf. The anger quickly dissipated when he saw the bright smile on Legolas' flawless face. He could not help but let his anger slip away from him.
"I should have killed you for doing that." Aragorn said in mock anger.
"You would not get a chance, human." Replied Legolas.
Aragorn smiled and started walking to catch up with Legolas. Legolas stole a look behind him and saw the grin on Aragorn's face. He turned back and smiled to himself.
They walked for a while through the woods. Legolas seemed perfectly at home in the wood. Aragorn did not like being surrounded by so many trees; it made him nervous not knowing what was behind them. Having the Elf nearby was surprisingly comforting. Aragorn knew that Legolas would hear or sense anything approaching them long before it happened.
Aragorn was just beginning to enjoy the freshness and warmth of the wood when Legolas stopped suddenly. Aragorn too froze. Legolas seemed to listen more intently around him, almost as if he was asking the forest silently for its advice. After a few minutes of remaining tense and completely still, Legolas seemed to relax and turned to Aragorn and smiled at the concerned look on his face.
"It is nothing, Estel. All is well. I thought I heard something but I was mistaken. However, the sun is setting and we are still far from Rivendell. We could carry on walking in the night or we could camp out. I am sure your father will not miss you for one night longer."
The Elf smiled and Aragorn instantly understood what he was talking about. Their relationship was certainly no secret in Imladris but Lord Elrond did not approve of it or of Legolas. The feud that had occurred many years ago in Mirkwood and Rivendell still lasted, although it was now nothing more than a no connections feud. Of course, Legolas being the son of Lord Thranduil did nothing to alter Elrond's mind. It was only seeing his adoptive son so happy that had forced Elrond, and Thranduil to allow Legolas to visit Rivendell. It was clear that Elrond did not approve of his son being so intimately close to the son of one of his enemies.
Aragorn and Legolas thought very little of the feud and neither thought it should change their friendship and later on their love for each other. Both Thranduil and Elrond had had to accept this and soon gave up trying to keep the two apart.
Legolas quickly spotted a place to camp and directed Aragorn to it. The sun was nearly gone by the time they had built and lit a fire. Although they knew Orcs might be patrolling the woods they also felt the need for heat and warm food that night. Whilst Legolas went about checking their weapons and providing some shelter, Aragorn ventured into the woods to hunt. He was far more experienced at hunting for food. Legolas always assumed this was because of his training as a ranger.
After a while Aragorn came back with several rabbits in his hand. He smiled proudly at Legolas who humoured him and tried to look impressed. For some reason unknown to him he felt unusually tired that night. He didn't know whether it was the battle that had taken place earlier or something else. He tried to take the fatigue off his mind by thinking of a way to explain to Lord Elrond why they were a day later than expected. Legolas' thoughts were distracted by the sight of Aragorn skinning the rabbits he had caught. Aragorn smiled at Legolas and he tried to look sincere as he returned the gesture. Aragorn didn't appear to notice the Elf's unease and continued to skin and cook the rabbits. On seeing this, Legolas no longer felt hungry. He didn't know what was happening to him, he had often helped prepare food that Aragorn had caught. This time should haven no different and yet he could not ignore that his body felt strange.
Aragorn handed Legolas some of the now cooked rabbit on a wooden plate which snapped him out of his thoughts. He took the plate and smiled falsely at Aragorn. The man obviously didn't see anything wrong with Legolas and he was a skilled healer and would surely know if there was something wrong with him.
Legolas looked down at the food and back at Aragorn who was already eating his in the true fashion of a man. Legolas put his down by his feet and stared at the trees. Aragorn slowed his eating and looked at Legolas as if he could read his thoughts. Unfortunately he couldn't.
"Is there something wrong with the food?" Aragorn asked.
"No. Nothing. I have just lost my appetite." He tried to smile but it was barely noticeable.
Although Aragorn knew it would be dangerous to pursue the matter he couldn't help but think that something was wrong.
"Are you aright?" He asked quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb the Elf's thoughts. Legolas said nothing in reply but just nodded his head. Suddenly it seemed as if he was pulled away from his staring place and brought back into reality.
"Of course, I'm fine. I just don't feel like eating." He smiled properly this time.
"Come now, Legolas, I hope this isn't the effect every battle will have on you." Aragorn joked. Legolas laughed at this. Aragorn put his food on the floor and stared at Legolas some more. He didn't understand how his friend could be so quiet and contemplative one minute and then go back to the Legolas he was so familiar with. He stopped looking at Legolas when he saw him shift uncomfortably. Aragorn knew Legolas didn't like being made a fuss of and Aragorn had learned to respect that over the years they had been friends and lovers.
Legolas got to his feet in his normal swift and graceful movement and walked teasingly over to Aragorn, who stood watching Legolas in amazement. Aragorn had always loved the way Legolas moved. He had such grace but at the same time looked powerful. He remembered feeling threatened by the Elf as a child. Him and Legolas had been good friends even though the Elf was considerably older. Aragorn had been almost jealous of all Elves. He had grown up among them but had never had the same qualities as them. It was frustrating for him.
Legolas reached Aragorn and sat on his lap. He felt the strong and comfortable arms around his waist and no longer felt the uncertainty he had felt minutes before. Legolas leaned into Aragorn and the man eagerly accepted the Elf's slender body. Even though it was quite a cold night Legolas still felt warm against Aragorn and he couldn't help but hold him tighter. Legolas accepted this and sank back further into the man. He had always felt safe around Aragorn and Aragorn had always felt safe around Legolas and even though they were two different species they had bonded immediately, much to the joy of Elrond who had seen Aragorn through his mother's death.
They sat in that position for some time, making the most of the time they had alone and enjoying every moment they had together. Legolas looked up at the stars and listened to the music the trees were making in the wind. He was sure that the moment couldn't get any more perfect. Aragorn interrupted his thoughts by saying,
"I love you." Legolas smiled and returned the comment. He twisted himself around until he was face to face with his lover. For a minute they drank in each other's image. Aragorn got completely drawn in by Legolas' bright blue eyes.
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A/N: So what do you think? Send me a review and tell me.