Hullo as always! Thanks for the reviews (PS, Stop worrying about your English! It's really good!). And I hate Arwen too! Well, actually I just possess this insane jealousy of her. Can you blame me? ;)

I don't know how much time I'll have to update during the week, so I tried to give you a long chapter…

Note, this could be an end. I'm not sure. Any suggestions are appreciated and welcome. I'm not someone who plots out every detail (okay, so I don't plot out it really at all), so feel free to jump in.

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"How is he?"

Elladan sat down by the fire, "He will be fine."

"I will return to him then."

"No! Uh… he's bathing." That statement didn't lower Estel's motivation.  "Look, Estel, he needs privacy, and quiet, and rest for a few hours. Take your own rest with us for a while, instead of back at your own camp."

"He might get attacked!"

"Orcs will not come, we are close enough to Rivendell."

Aragorn sighed and nodded. "I will give him a few hours rest. But no longer."

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Legolas stumbled blindly through the forest, his vision somewhat foggy. He paused, and detected something not too far north. Gathering his senses, he prepared his arrow and stealthily made his way into an orc-camp. He swiftly killed them all, and was surprised at how little his symptoms eased.  He collected his arrows, and climbed up into a tree, escaping certain dangers while trying to sleep.

He wondered how long it had been, and realized he hadn't even covered his trail. Aragorn would have no trouble finding him. He sighed and climbed down, and made sure this time he would hide his path. That idea altered slightly as he saw a bent arrow whiz past him. Dammit, he cursed himself silently. In his haste, he had also forgotten to check for scouts. He quickly rotated and threw a dagger in the general direction, and heard a cry.

He looked, and saw it was a whole other camp of orcs that had stumbled upon him. Great.

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"It's been two hours, bye." Aragorn practically sprinted out of the clearing.

"He's like a little puppy or something, isn't he?" Elrohir asked, "Are you going to follow him?"

"He'll need some explanation."

Which was true: Aragorn was not pleasantly surprised when he found an empty clearing. He turned his dark eyes on Elladan, "What in the name of Vala did you tell him?"

"He made the decision on his own."

"You could have held him back. He's now out in the wilderness wounded and sick."

"Elves don't get sick."

"You know what I meant."

"He will be okay. He just needs to…" Elladan trailed off, trying to decide how to explain elf-lust to a human. "He needs to hunt."

"He could have hunted around here."

"We elves aren't big on killing innocent animals for pleasure, Aragorn."

"Why does he need to hunt?"

"Look… well, hm. Okay. When elves are stimulated in a certain way, be it by another elf, or battle, or some herb, they become… filled with desire. If their desire remains unfulfilled, they slowly become weaker."

"So Legolas has to hunt because he's aroused?"

"You put it so delicately."

"These things can be fixed."

"He didn't want to take advantage of you."

"Wouldn't I be taking advantage of him?"

"I… I don't know."

"Well, I'm going to find out." He gave Elladan a mischievous grin and tied up the surprise elf. "You're a little slow there." Elladan just mumbled something under his breath, and watched the human follow Legolas's trail.

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Legolas had killed the band of orcs, and had come off with two arrows in him, no loss in fever, and the inability to climb up to where he had thrown his pack. Breathing was hard, and he decided to let his healing abilities take over. It probably didn't matter if orcs attacked him now, he thought as he fell into darkness.

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"Oh Vala, Legolas." Tears formed in the man's eyes as he found the unconscious elf. He quickly removed the arrows. He spread a salve on the wounds, and noticed they were as shallow as his wounds. Why is he having so much trouble breathing?

He gingerly lifted the elf up and took him a creek to wash out the abrasions. The elf stirred and moved closer to the man's chest.  Estel groaned. Vala, he's dying and all I can think about is that. He gently set him down on a bank of the river and began removing Legolas's clothes. He moaned at the sight of the fair skin, and paled at the marks that were set on it.

He softly cleaned the wounds and wrapped them, ignoring the lower half of the elf's body, which seemed a bit larger than when he arrived. "Estel…" Legolas said weakly, "Go away."

"Legolas, I know what's going on. My brothers explained this to me. I will ignore it, if only to save your life."

"Aragorn," Legolas removed Aragorn's wrist, "I cannot ignore it."

"Then don't!" Aragorn pleaded with him.

"It wouldn't be fair to you! It wouldn't be at all about your feelings."

"If you didn't care about my feelings, you wouldn't have run. And if you care about my feelings…" He pressed his lips softly to the elf's mouth, "You won't deny this." Legolas swallowed and closed his eyes. He knew Aragorn could see his arousal, and was almost ashamed, until Aragorn's mouth found his chest and pleasure flooded over him. Aragorn's tongue found his hardened nipple, nibbling it and then sucking it. His hand found Legolas's length, and he skimmed his fingers over it, before trailing his tongue to the other nipple.

Legolas could not move, nor could he have resisted this if he wanted to. His eyes turned dark with desire; he could feel the need to release building up as Estel's fingers briskly gliding over his erection. "Estel…" he groaned.

He tried to move his hand, but Estel brushed it away.

"You will get your release, but not yet." He grabbed Legolas's hands and held them together.

"What about you?" He said hoarsely, barely managing to speak. He had noticed the growing bulge in the man's leggings.

"Don't worry about that," Aragorn whispered, before trailing his mouth down to the elf's length. He swirled is tongue around it, and Legolas's hips thrust involuntarily as he cried out, "Aragorn!"

Legolas found his strength returning and he moaned in pleasure. This was wonderful torture; he did not know how much longer he could hold out.

He did not wonder long, however, as Estel's tongue found the center of his member, and sucked his seed out in one fluid motion. Legolas moaned as his health came back, "Aragorn!" He climaxed and the relaxed, sleeping on the man's chest, full health returning.