Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't be able to have so much fun with
them.
Moose4: I'm glad you like it.
mcat: Thanks, I'm afraid you'll just have to keep reading.
Katy: Well I hope this one does get you interested. No Hobbits I'm afraid but Legolas should be good enough.
Thanks to all reviewers. Keep them coming.
Warning: Chapter 2 contains slight slash. If you don't like it don't read on. If you do please do and review. Come on it's very easy and I would greatly appreciate it. Sorry I shouldn't beg. Do I sound desperate?
Here we go.
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Ch2 True Love
Legolas moved his face closer to Aragorn and the man mirrored this action. Their lips met and they both felt that familiar surge of love intensify. The passionate kiss ended and they drew apart. Legolas looked at Aragorn questioningly and Aragorn nodded. They both smiled and Legolas climbed off Aragorn's lap and held out a hand to the man. The smiling Aragorn took it and they stood in an embrace for a while. Once again they kissed only this time it was more furious and passionate. Still in their embrace they sank to the floor and instantly began taking each other's clothes off. Their lips hardly parted as neither wanted the moment to end but both yearned for more. Aragorn slowly pulled Legolas' tunic off and Legolas did the same to Aragorn. Aragorn slid his hand s down the body of the Elf and savoured his soft, warm skin. However, when Aragorn reached Legolas' side he stopped suddenly and pulled away at the new sensation. He forced himself to break the kiss. Legolas didn't understand what was going on and tried to lean towards Aragorn once more but the man refused to let him.
"Legolas, wait. You did not tell me you were hurt." His voice was filled with concern.
Legolas looked down his body and stopped when he saw the fairly small but significant gash on his side. He touched it with his finger as if to check that it was real. He felt no pain so guessed that he wasn't too badly hurt.
"I didn't even notice it. It is nothing." Legolas tried to reassure Aragorn.
Legolas once again moved closer to Aragorn in the hope to rekindle the passion that had been there before but Aragorn once again pushed Legolas away. He had a serious look on his face as he moved his fingers closer to the bloodied wound, when he touched it he felt Legolas recoil slightly.
"Legolas this isn't nothing. You should have told me you were in pain. I did not know that Elven pride went to such extremes."
"Aragorn this is not Elven pride I honestly didn't know I was hurt and I feel no pain, please love just leave it."
"Do not be so stubborn it will only take a few minutes to treat this and then we can finish what we started." Aragorn teased. He kissed Legolas on the cheek and stood up to get an aid kit from his pack. Although the wound didn't look too bad he knew Orc blades could often lie although there had been no sign of poison on the tips of the arrows Aragorn was taking no chances.
He took what he needed from his pack and walked over to Legolas who was sat up straight and looking into the fire. Aragorn knew the Elf wasn't telling him everything but he also knew there was no way getting Legolas to tell him the truth. Over the years he had learned that Elves liked their pride too much and would never admit to pain or injury readily. Elves never liked to think of themselves as weak or vulnerable and this was something especially evident in Legolas. He was very much like his father and nothing Aragorn could say would change that.
Aragorn snapped out of his trance and moved and sat down next to Legolas on his injured side. Legolas did not look up at Aragorn but there was no anger on his face. In fact his face was just blank and a little pale although this didn't change the fact that Aragorn saw him as the most beautiful thing in Middle Earth.
Aragorn gently touched the area around the wound, Legolas turned his head around to see what the man was doing but still there was no trace of pain on his face. Even those deep blue eyes that often told more than the Elf realised.
Legolas took no notice of Aragorn as he applied a cream to the wound and placed a type of bandage on it. Legolas had noticed that Aragorn had spent some time checking the wound for poison. He also noticed the look of pure relief on his face when he found nothing. Unlike Legolas Aragorn was no good at hiding his emotion. It only took one glance at his face to know what he was thinking. In a way Legolas liked that, always knowing what his partner was thinking and feeling.
After applying the bandage Aragorn looked up to see the blank look on Legolas' face once more.
"I don't think there is any poison in there. You were lucky Legolas you know how dangerous Orc poison can be."
"Do not talk to me as though I was a child. I am well aware of the dangers of Orc poison." Snapped Legolas.
Aragorn didn't know what to say to this. He was only trying to look after his lover. He couldn't understand why Legolas was being so short with him. Instead of giving a reply and causing Legolas to get more upset he started making a soothing tea that would help calm Legolas but also help the wound heal. He brewed this in silence knowing that he had upset Legolas and did not want to do so any more.
When the tea was done Aragorn handed it to Legolas who drank it quickly and without question. This encouraged Aragorn slightly Legolas had always thought of Aragorn as one of the greatest healers in Middle Earth. Lord Elrond had taught him everything he needed to know about healing. Aragorn had been a fast learner and had become well known in Rivendell for sharing his adoptive father's skill.
Legolas handed the cup back to Aragorn without looking at him or even acknowledging him. Aragorn ignored this and placed the cup on the ground. He stared off into the fire and was startled when Legolas finally spoke to him.
"I'm sorry Aragorn. I did not mean to snap at you I know you were only trying to help me. I appreciate it. Honestly love." His voice lightened when he came to the word 'love'.
Aragorn smiled at the Elf pleased that he was not angry. Although Aragorn and Legolas had their fights they always forgave each other even though they sometimes didn't want to. Their silences never lasted long.
Legolas moved his hand up and placed it lovingly on Aragorn's knee. Aragorn smiled and placed his own hand on top of the Elf's. Then Legolas did something Aragorn wasn't expecting. He moved forwards quickly in a desperate attempt to kiss Aragorn. Aragorn was a little taken aback by this and pulled away before Legolas could touch his mouth.
"Aragorn what are you doing? You wanted this just now. Nothing has changed in the past ten minutes. I am not fragile and will not break if touched." Legolas kept his voice flat throughout this speech, which made it all the more unnerving for Aragorn.
Once again Legolas tried to move towards Aragorn but the man would not allow it and moved away.
"Aragorn." Legolas started.
"Maybe you should get some rest and allow that tea time to work." This was all Aragorn could say.
Legolas didn't say anything in response but just looked away and nodded his head slightly. After a while he turned back to Aragorn to check he hadn't changed his mind. He just stared into the fire trying not to notice Legolas' gaze upon him. Legolas finally turned away and got up.
"I'm sorry Aragorn." He said and walked away.
He lay down on the ground and took one last look at the stars before falling into sleep. Unlike many Elves Legolas slept with his eyes closed. He learned quickly that it confused humans and so he quickly got into the habit of sleeping with his eyes closed rather than open as with many Elves.
Aragorn sat by the fire for several minutes trying to work out why Legolas was so stubborn but all he came up with was that it was because he was an Elf. The fact that Legolas was injured was not the surprising part for even he had received several injuries during the fight but Legolas knew that Aragorn was a very skilled healer and in the past had never hesitated to ask for Aragorn's help. Especially when they were alone on hunting trips like this one.
Aragorn turned and looked at Legolas who was sleeping soundly as though he had not been affected by the battle at all. Aragorn had always envied the way the Elf could look so calm even when in the most stressful situations. It always amazed him how Legolas' face could look completely blank one minute and be filled with emotion the next. It was a gift Aragorn's adoptive father also possessed and something Aragorn would never understand even though he tried often. He had been raised by Elves and had been surrounded by them all his life but he still couldn't comprehend how complex they were. It was something Aragorn doubted even Lord Elrond knew.
He looked at the Elf in confusion but also on awe. Even though his wound must have hurt he showed no sign of being ill. In fact he looked just like he always did when he was asleep.
Finally Aragorn tore his eyes away from the sleeping Legolas and focused on the surrounding area. Everything was unusually peaceful. Even the trees seemed hushed. It was almost as if the very forest was keeping quiet to allow the Elven Prince to sleep.
This was just a guess of course for men were not designed to the trees or the wind whereas Elves could practically control them if they thought it necessary. He smiled at the thought of the woods doing as Legolas instructed. Aragorn had only just realised how tired he was. He could already feel the stiffness in one arm and his neck after the battle. He decided to join his friend in sleep. He checked the area one last time to find that nothing had changed.
Finally he lay down near Legolas but not so near that he would be accused of crowding. He watched the Elf and marvelled at his beauty. As he was doing this he felt himself being taken by sleep. Dreams filled with wonderful things filled his mind and no thought of the battle or of Legolas' wound. He sighed in contentment at finally being away from the horrors of the world around him.
He was in a particularly nice and peaceful part of his dream when something tugged him away from his sleep. He didn't know at first whether it was something physical or something else but all his questions were soon answered when he slowly opened his eyes to find the pale light of day forming. He looked across at what should have been the peaceful form of Legolas but what he saw instead shocked him.
Legolas' breathing was very shallow and quick and on closer inspection he was almost white. Aragorn couldn't believe what he was seeing. Legolas had been fine when he had gone to sleep that night. Aragorn leaned over Legolas in the hope that he might find something wrong with him on the outside. Apart from the fact that his breathing was shallow and he was dreadfully pale there was no obvious evidence that Legolas was hurt or ill. He was even still in deep sleep.
Aragorn moved down his body until he came to where the wound was. He lifted Legolas' tunic and checked the bandages he had applied that night. To his dismay the bandage was covered in blood. Aragorn didn't understand this. He had checked the wound that night and thanks to Legolas' Elvish healing it was already beginning to heal. Suddenly a thought struck Aragorn, one he did not even want to think about. The night before he had checked the wound for Orc poison but now he feared that he had missed something. This thought both scared and dismayed him. If Legolas had been poisoned the night before then he should be dead.
As Aragorn was thinking of all this Legolas began to stir from his troubled sleep. At first he didn't open his eyes but when he did the first thing he saw was Aragorn's worried face hovering over him. Legolas looked slightly startled at first but when he realised who it was he settled.
Although Legolas must have been in pain from what Aragorn could see there were no signs of distress of any kind on his face. It was almost as if nothing was wrong. When Aragorn looked into the Prince's eyes he thought he saw a glint of terror. This frightened Aragorn, he had never seen that kind of emotion in Legolas' eyes.
Legolas looked up at Aragorn questioningly not fully understanding what was going on and why the man looked so worried. He felt Aragorn's hands on his side. He looked down and saw the blood that was seeping through the man's fingers. This seemed to frighten Legolas although he did not show it; in fact he was calmer than Aragorn. Legolas allowed his hand to fall back to the ground and he actively tried to slow his breathing. Aragorn smiled at his efforts, even though he was exhausted he kept fighting.
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A/N: Well what did you think? Hit that little button and tell me.
Moose4: I'm glad you like it.
mcat: Thanks, I'm afraid you'll just have to keep reading.
Katy: Well I hope this one does get you interested. No Hobbits I'm afraid but Legolas should be good enough.
Thanks to all reviewers. Keep them coming.
Warning: Chapter 2 contains slight slash. If you don't like it don't read on. If you do please do and review. Come on it's very easy and I would greatly appreciate it. Sorry I shouldn't beg. Do I sound desperate?
Here we go.
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Ch2 True Love
Legolas moved his face closer to Aragorn and the man mirrored this action. Their lips met and they both felt that familiar surge of love intensify. The passionate kiss ended and they drew apart. Legolas looked at Aragorn questioningly and Aragorn nodded. They both smiled and Legolas climbed off Aragorn's lap and held out a hand to the man. The smiling Aragorn took it and they stood in an embrace for a while. Once again they kissed only this time it was more furious and passionate. Still in their embrace they sank to the floor and instantly began taking each other's clothes off. Their lips hardly parted as neither wanted the moment to end but both yearned for more. Aragorn slowly pulled Legolas' tunic off and Legolas did the same to Aragorn. Aragorn slid his hand s down the body of the Elf and savoured his soft, warm skin. However, when Aragorn reached Legolas' side he stopped suddenly and pulled away at the new sensation. He forced himself to break the kiss. Legolas didn't understand what was going on and tried to lean towards Aragorn once more but the man refused to let him.
"Legolas, wait. You did not tell me you were hurt." His voice was filled with concern.
Legolas looked down his body and stopped when he saw the fairly small but significant gash on his side. He touched it with his finger as if to check that it was real. He felt no pain so guessed that he wasn't too badly hurt.
"I didn't even notice it. It is nothing." Legolas tried to reassure Aragorn.
Legolas once again moved closer to Aragorn in the hope to rekindle the passion that had been there before but Aragorn once again pushed Legolas away. He had a serious look on his face as he moved his fingers closer to the bloodied wound, when he touched it he felt Legolas recoil slightly.
"Legolas this isn't nothing. You should have told me you were in pain. I did not know that Elven pride went to such extremes."
"Aragorn this is not Elven pride I honestly didn't know I was hurt and I feel no pain, please love just leave it."
"Do not be so stubborn it will only take a few minutes to treat this and then we can finish what we started." Aragorn teased. He kissed Legolas on the cheek and stood up to get an aid kit from his pack. Although the wound didn't look too bad he knew Orc blades could often lie although there had been no sign of poison on the tips of the arrows Aragorn was taking no chances.
He took what he needed from his pack and walked over to Legolas who was sat up straight and looking into the fire. Aragorn knew the Elf wasn't telling him everything but he also knew there was no way getting Legolas to tell him the truth. Over the years he had learned that Elves liked their pride too much and would never admit to pain or injury readily. Elves never liked to think of themselves as weak or vulnerable and this was something especially evident in Legolas. He was very much like his father and nothing Aragorn could say would change that.
Aragorn snapped out of his trance and moved and sat down next to Legolas on his injured side. Legolas did not look up at Aragorn but there was no anger on his face. In fact his face was just blank and a little pale although this didn't change the fact that Aragorn saw him as the most beautiful thing in Middle Earth.
Aragorn gently touched the area around the wound, Legolas turned his head around to see what the man was doing but still there was no trace of pain on his face. Even those deep blue eyes that often told more than the Elf realised.
Legolas took no notice of Aragorn as he applied a cream to the wound and placed a type of bandage on it. Legolas had noticed that Aragorn had spent some time checking the wound for poison. He also noticed the look of pure relief on his face when he found nothing. Unlike Legolas Aragorn was no good at hiding his emotion. It only took one glance at his face to know what he was thinking. In a way Legolas liked that, always knowing what his partner was thinking and feeling.
After applying the bandage Aragorn looked up to see the blank look on Legolas' face once more.
"I don't think there is any poison in there. You were lucky Legolas you know how dangerous Orc poison can be."
"Do not talk to me as though I was a child. I am well aware of the dangers of Orc poison." Snapped Legolas.
Aragorn didn't know what to say to this. He was only trying to look after his lover. He couldn't understand why Legolas was being so short with him. Instead of giving a reply and causing Legolas to get more upset he started making a soothing tea that would help calm Legolas but also help the wound heal. He brewed this in silence knowing that he had upset Legolas and did not want to do so any more.
When the tea was done Aragorn handed it to Legolas who drank it quickly and without question. This encouraged Aragorn slightly Legolas had always thought of Aragorn as one of the greatest healers in Middle Earth. Lord Elrond had taught him everything he needed to know about healing. Aragorn had been a fast learner and had become well known in Rivendell for sharing his adoptive father's skill.
Legolas handed the cup back to Aragorn without looking at him or even acknowledging him. Aragorn ignored this and placed the cup on the ground. He stared off into the fire and was startled when Legolas finally spoke to him.
"I'm sorry Aragorn. I did not mean to snap at you I know you were only trying to help me. I appreciate it. Honestly love." His voice lightened when he came to the word 'love'.
Aragorn smiled at the Elf pleased that he was not angry. Although Aragorn and Legolas had their fights they always forgave each other even though they sometimes didn't want to. Their silences never lasted long.
Legolas moved his hand up and placed it lovingly on Aragorn's knee. Aragorn smiled and placed his own hand on top of the Elf's. Then Legolas did something Aragorn wasn't expecting. He moved forwards quickly in a desperate attempt to kiss Aragorn. Aragorn was a little taken aback by this and pulled away before Legolas could touch his mouth.
"Aragorn what are you doing? You wanted this just now. Nothing has changed in the past ten minutes. I am not fragile and will not break if touched." Legolas kept his voice flat throughout this speech, which made it all the more unnerving for Aragorn.
Once again Legolas tried to move towards Aragorn but the man would not allow it and moved away.
"Aragorn." Legolas started.
"Maybe you should get some rest and allow that tea time to work." This was all Aragorn could say.
Legolas didn't say anything in response but just looked away and nodded his head slightly. After a while he turned back to Aragorn to check he hadn't changed his mind. He just stared into the fire trying not to notice Legolas' gaze upon him. Legolas finally turned away and got up.
"I'm sorry Aragorn." He said and walked away.
He lay down on the ground and took one last look at the stars before falling into sleep. Unlike many Elves Legolas slept with his eyes closed. He learned quickly that it confused humans and so he quickly got into the habit of sleeping with his eyes closed rather than open as with many Elves.
Aragorn sat by the fire for several minutes trying to work out why Legolas was so stubborn but all he came up with was that it was because he was an Elf. The fact that Legolas was injured was not the surprising part for even he had received several injuries during the fight but Legolas knew that Aragorn was a very skilled healer and in the past had never hesitated to ask for Aragorn's help. Especially when they were alone on hunting trips like this one.
Aragorn turned and looked at Legolas who was sleeping soundly as though he had not been affected by the battle at all. Aragorn had always envied the way the Elf could look so calm even when in the most stressful situations. It always amazed him how Legolas' face could look completely blank one minute and be filled with emotion the next. It was a gift Aragorn's adoptive father also possessed and something Aragorn would never understand even though he tried often. He had been raised by Elves and had been surrounded by them all his life but he still couldn't comprehend how complex they were. It was something Aragorn doubted even Lord Elrond knew.
He looked at the Elf in confusion but also on awe. Even though his wound must have hurt he showed no sign of being ill. In fact he looked just like he always did when he was asleep.
Finally Aragorn tore his eyes away from the sleeping Legolas and focused on the surrounding area. Everything was unusually peaceful. Even the trees seemed hushed. It was almost as if the very forest was keeping quiet to allow the Elven Prince to sleep.
This was just a guess of course for men were not designed to the trees or the wind whereas Elves could practically control them if they thought it necessary. He smiled at the thought of the woods doing as Legolas instructed. Aragorn had only just realised how tired he was. He could already feel the stiffness in one arm and his neck after the battle. He decided to join his friend in sleep. He checked the area one last time to find that nothing had changed.
Finally he lay down near Legolas but not so near that he would be accused of crowding. He watched the Elf and marvelled at his beauty. As he was doing this he felt himself being taken by sleep. Dreams filled with wonderful things filled his mind and no thought of the battle or of Legolas' wound. He sighed in contentment at finally being away from the horrors of the world around him.
He was in a particularly nice and peaceful part of his dream when something tugged him away from his sleep. He didn't know at first whether it was something physical or something else but all his questions were soon answered when he slowly opened his eyes to find the pale light of day forming. He looked across at what should have been the peaceful form of Legolas but what he saw instead shocked him.
Legolas' breathing was very shallow and quick and on closer inspection he was almost white. Aragorn couldn't believe what he was seeing. Legolas had been fine when he had gone to sleep that night. Aragorn leaned over Legolas in the hope that he might find something wrong with him on the outside. Apart from the fact that his breathing was shallow and he was dreadfully pale there was no obvious evidence that Legolas was hurt or ill. He was even still in deep sleep.
Aragorn moved down his body until he came to where the wound was. He lifted Legolas' tunic and checked the bandages he had applied that night. To his dismay the bandage was covered in blood. Aragorn didn't understand this. He had checked the wound that night and thanks to Legolas' Elvish healing it was already beginning to heal. Suddenly a thought struck Aragorn, one he did not even want to think about. The night before he had checked the wound for Orc poison but now he feared that he had missed something. This thought both scared and dismayed him. If Legolas had been poisoned the night before then he should be dead.
As Aragorn was thinking of all this Legolas began to stir from his troubled sleep. At first he didn't open his eyes but when he did the first thing he saw was Aragorn's worried face hovering over him. Legolas looked slightly startled at first but when he realised who it was he settled.
Although Legolas must have been in pain from what Aragorn could see there were no signs of distress of any kind on his face. It was almost as if nothing was wrong. When Aragorn looked into the Prince's eyes he thought he saw a glint of terror. This frightened Aragorn, he had never seen that kind of emotion in Legolas' eyes.
Legolas looked up at Aragorn questioningly not fully understanding what was going on and why the man looked so worried. He felt Aragorn's hands on his side. He looked down and saw the blood that was seeping through the man's fingers. This seemed to frighten Legolas although he did not show it; in fact he was calmer than Aragorn. Legolas allowed his hand to fall back to the ground and he actively tried to slow his breathing. Aragorn smiled at his efforts, even though he was exhausted he kept fighting.
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A/N: Well what did you think? Hit that little button and tell me.