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 Twelve
'Oh' was all that Legolas was able to utter. He quickly shifted his eyes to his hands, which he was nervously wringing in his lap.
'Congratulations.'
Legolas quickly glanced up at Aragorn before looking back down at his hands. 'For what?'
'Arwen deeply cares for you. She will make a wonderful lover or wife,' Aragorn informed Legolas, even though it felt as if his heart was being pierced by a blade.
Aragorn turned his head to the side, hiding the tears that had begun to fall. 'It it a good thing, then, that our betrothal was broken.' The blade twisted deeper.
Legolas slowly raised his head. He sighed when he caught sight of the crystal tears that were trailing down the half-elf's face. He was at a lost. Inside he was warring with himself whether to let Aragorn believe his conclusions or confess the truth. The truth that Legolas knew deep down, but had been to afraid to admit.
Legolas grew sad as he watched another tear spill from Aragorn's eyes. He made a decision. He would tell the truth--but what exactly is the truth.
That he cares for Arwen? No.
That he cares for Aragorn? Yes.
That he has fallen heels over head in love with the crazy half-elf? Yes.
'Is that what you truly believe, Aragorn. That I care for Arwen as well?' Legolas shook his head as he smiled gently at the confused half-elf. 'Were you not taught to never jump to immediate conclusion, especially when you have only heard one side of the story?'
'I do not understand.'
Legolas bent so that he was closer to Aragorn, and he gently placed a hand on the half-elf's cheek, wiping away the trail of tears.
'It is true that I kissed Lord Elrond's daughter, but that does not mean that I care for her.' Legolas studied Aragorn's confused eyes before continuing. 'I can not tell you what compelled me to kiss Arwen--but I can tell you that there is only one person that I care for.'
'Who?'
'You.' Was Legolas's simple answer.
Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise. 'B...but...I...I-'
Legolas smiled down at Aragorn. 'I love you, you blockheaded half-elf,' he said with affection.
As the meaning of Legolas's words sunk into his mind, Aragorn slowly began to smile. 'Me? You love me?'
'Yes, I do.' Legolas lowered his head to where his lips barely brushed Aragorn's. Not receiving any resistance from the half-elf, Legolas began to softly kiss him. Both of them had their eyes open, staring deep into the other's eyes. When they parted, Aragorn smiled up at Legolas and whispered, 'And I love you.'
Legolas's smile only grew as he rested his forehead upon Aragorn's. They both laughed and once again kissed.
*****
The next morning....
Lord Elrond slowly walked towards his foster son's bedroom. He lowered his head to watch his feet take one step after another.
He wondered if he had done the right thing--breaking the engagement. It seemed the right thing considering how his foster son and Legolas were constantly at each other's throats. He smiled as he remembered Aragorn's soaking appearance when he stormed into the dinning room that one day, and also the look upon Legolas' face when he was told that the only way to rid himself of his pink hair was to let it grow out. Elrond chuckled, but quickly grew somber as he also recalled how there had always been this look inside each youngster's eyes.
But before he was able to contemplate what that look could have mean he heard his name being called from behind him.
'Elrond! Elrond!'
Lord Elrond turned to see King Thranduil running after him. 'What is it, my friend?'
'Legolas and Aragorn--their missing.'
'Missing?'
'Yes. The two guards that were guarding the front door said that Aragorn ran out of the front doors in a hurry, and Legolas was not to far behind him.'
'They must have been fighting again.'
'Perhaps, but surely they should have returned by now,' Thranduil stated confused.
'Do you think orcs might have gotten to them?'
'I hope not, my friend.'
'Very well, I send out some guards to search for them. There is no telling what could have happened until we find them.' Thranduil nodded in agreement. Both elves, turned and hurried to begin the search.
*****
At the bottom of the drop-off, Legolas and Aragorn slumbered peacefully in one another's arms. They had spent the night--or what they presumed to be night since they were unable to see the sky--kissing and holding each other. Both wanted to make up for the time they had wasted during the time of their denial of their true feelings.
Aragorn's eyes slowly fluttered open to find a blond head under his chin. He smiled as he ran his fingers through the silk tresses and came across the bright pink tips. Legolas' hair still had about three inches of dye along the bottom.
He was proud of his little prank on the elf. His hair was one of Legolas' most treasured things. Just thinking that anyone would even consider messing with his hair would send Legolas into a rampage. Aragorn chuckled as the sight of Legolas with blood vessels popping in his forehead filled his mind.
'What are you so giddy about?'
Aragorn stopped chuckling but continued to smile as he looked down at the now awake Legolas.
'Your hair,' Aragorn simply answered.
Legolas brow immediately furrowed as he glared up at the smiling half-elf. 'I still have not gotten you back for that little act of evil.'
'Evil? Honestly, Legolas, I would never do anything evil.'
Legolas scoffed. Silence immediately followed as the two simply snuggled closer together, enjoying the feel of being so near one another.
Suddenly a thought occurred to Legolas.
'I wonder what our father's will think when they find that we are both gone.'
Aragorn thought about it for a moment, before answering, 'That we killed each other.'
To be continued...
