Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Tolkien. I just like to play with them.
Summary: Aragorn and Legolas meet for the first time, but they aren't too happy about it.
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas
Warning: None
Nin Calan
Chapter Nine
The next day...
It was ironic. Ever since the beginning all that he had wanted was to be as far away from the blond elf as he could be. He finally got his wish, and he regretted it. After Lord Elrond had declared that the betrothal was null, Legolas stayed in their previously shared bedroom, and himself, Aragorn, was moved back to his own bedroom. Aragorn, now, only saw Legolas during meals and chance occasions. Soon he will not see the blond elf at all. In a few days Legolas and his father, King Thranduil would return to their home.
Pacing back and fourth the distance of his large room, Aragorn fought with himself about what to do. He couldn't allow Legolas to leave, but he couldn't confess to the elf his feelings either.
That was another problem. His feelings. Somehow Legolas had managed to awake in him a live that he had never felt before. No matter how much he denied it publicly and internally he couldn't deny the truth. And Aragorn had to admit that that scared him.
He was afraid of what Legolas would do when he found out. Knowing the blond, Aragorn was pretty sure that Legolas would hold it over his head for a long time. So far, Legolas had said nothing that hinted that he knew about Aragorn's love for him. Aragorn had thought that he elf know when he made the bet.
The bet that made him sick. The thought of Legolas kissing and touching another being made Aragorn jealous and sick in the stomach. He wanted to be the only one that Legolas looked upon.
Continuing to pace, Aragorn ran his hands through his hair. Not paying attention, he ran into the foot of his bed.
'Confound it all!' He exclaimed as he grabbed his shin, hopping around on one foot. 'Ow...ow...ow...' Aragorn hopped to the side of his bed, and plopped down upon it. With a last glare at the foot of the bed, he laid down. He sighed as his thoughts once more returned to the blond elf.
'Aragorn, you are helplessly in love with that elf.'
'With what elf?'
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!' Aragorn yelled as he fell of the bed onto the floor. He looked up to see Arwen standing in front of him with her hands upon her hips.
Arwen chuckled and said, 'Get up from there, Estel.'
Standing up, he asked, 'What do you want?'
'Something happened to me today, and I wanted to tell you about it.'
Aragorn motioned for Arwen to sit down upon the bed, soon sitting down next to her.
'But I want you to answer my question first.'
'What question?' Aragorn inquired.
'You said that you were in love with an elf. Who is it?'
Aragorn blushed and quickly averted his eyes.
'No one.'
'I do not believe you, Estel.'
'I assure you, there is no one.'
'Is it a young maiden elf?'
'No, it is not.'
'Ah ha! So there is someone,' Arwen stated in victory. Resting her elbow upon her knee, she propped her head with her hand. 'Let us see...who had stolen your heart?'
'It is no one. Please, Arwen...just leave it alone.'
Arwen glanced at Aragorn and saw the pleading look upon his face.
'Fine, but you will tell me later,' Arwen stated in a voice that booked no argument.
Relieved, Aragorn sighed. 'Some other time...I promise. Now tell me what happened to you.'
'He kissed me!' Arwen exclaimed.
'Who kissed you?'
'We were sitting by the river just talking, and then he said that I was beautiful. The next thing I knew he was suddenly kissed me,' Arwen babbled. Aragorn wondered how she could talk that long without breathing.
'Arwen, who kissed you?'
'Legolas.'
Aragorn felt his heart suddenly drop to his stomach. 'Legolas?' he asked, desperately wanting it to all be a mistake. He must have heard her wrong. He had to.
'Yes, Legolas...as I was saying, we were talking and...'
Aragorn tuned out the rest of Arwen excited rambling. He bowed his head, fighting to keep the tears, that were at the back of his eyes, away. He did it. Legolas actually did it. He had followed through with the bet.
'...do not know why, though. I mean, I never thought that he liked me. What if he does? Aragorn, do you think that he likes me?'
'Huh?'
'Are you listening to me?'
'Yes, I am listening.'
'I asked, "Do you think that he likes me?"'
'I do not know,' Aragorn whispered.
'Did he say anything when he was betrothed to you.'
'No, Legolas did not say anything.'
'Oh well...if he kisses me again then he probably likes me.'
'Probably,' Aragorn numbly replied.
Arwen smiled as she stared off dreamily. 'That would be nice if he did.' Still smiling she stood up and walked to the door. 'I am going to go find him. Maybe he will kiss me again.'
Aragorn didn't even look up when his adopted sister walked out of the room.
To be continued...
