Authors Note: Vuaryn yes I did notice how gorgeous Leggy looked at
Aragorn's coronation, one of my friends said that it looked like he was
being led up the aisle to marry Legolas and now I can't get that image out
of my head *grin*
Chapter Twelve
This was exactly how Estel wanted to wake up every morning, tangled up tightly with in his beloveds embrace. Their legs were so entwined his still sleepy mind could not really work out where his ended and where his lovers began. Legolas's arms held him securely around his waist, allowing no room for escape but escaping was the last thing on his mind.
Pushing himself he pressed his lips softly against the elf's, trying to pull back to take in the view of the sleeping beauty he felt the arms around him tightened and his movement was instantly halted.
"Tired Love?" He asked reaching up to brush his fingers through the top of the soft, flaxen mane of hair which was currently spread out across the pillows. It was far softer than anything he could have imagined and the action seemed to have a relaxing effect on Legolas.
"Umm," Legolas struggled to sit up but obviously thought better of it instead moving so that his forehead rested against that of his partners. "We do not need to rise yet do we?"
"No, but my father will visit soon to check my shoulder."
"Ah," A look of concern crossed his fair features. "How do you feel, does your shoulder pain you?"
"No, well maybe just a little but that is only when I move it I am lucky that I have a skilled healer for a father." Moving his hand from the uninjured arm down through the blond hair to gently caress the side of Legolas's face. "What did I do to deserve one so fair?"
"You did nothing my love except be who you are." Legolas leaned into the caress while shifting one of his arms up from Estel's waist and placing it behind the mans head entwining his fingers with the dark curls.
"So you only want me for my body is that it?" Estel forged an expression of hurt. Legolas cuffed him across the ear, smiling in amusement.
"Of course." He teased. "What did you think I wanted you for? Your superior intellect, I think not."
"I resent that comment take it back!" Estel clenched his teeth in order to prevent his laughter from breaking out.
"And should I do a thing like that?"
"Because dear elf," Estel suddenly used his strength to push Legolas from his side over onto his back. "I shall over power you and prevent your escape from this room until you do."
Careful of his shoulder Estel rolled himself so that his body partially covered that of his lovers.
"And where is the incentive for me to take back what I have said?" Snaking his arms tightly around the mans chest, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Umm, I'll think of something later." Finally pressing his lips against those of his partners.
Finishing the kiss Legolas pushed him back slightly.
"Estel there is something that I must tell you." He sighed reluctantly but his conscious plagued him not to keep his secret any longer than he had to.
"It can not be that important surely, can it wait till later." Estel asked trying to distract the elf by pressing scattered kisses down the blond's throat and reaching to undo the clasps on the undershirt Legolas had slept in.
"Not really, I."
A knock at the door startled them.
"That is probably my father." Estel sighed, moving off of the elf grudgingly. "He has always had a habit of bad timing." He waited until Legolas was settled before calling out to the person behind the door. "Come."
The door did indeed emit Estel's foster father carrying a small bowl of what looked like water and a small cloth. He smiled at both the rooms' occupants as he entered.
"How do you feel this morn Estel?" He asked moving towards the bed.
"I feel as well as I did yesterday morn father my shoulder barely pains me."
"Let me examine it and change the dressings, then I may leave you in peace." The elf Lord looked sharply across at Legolas. Unnervingly the young prince realised he knew that he had not yet told Estel of the child.
Estel refused to be aided while he pulled himself up into a sitting position to allow his father easy access to the injury. Lord Elrond carefully pulled apart the bandages and set about cleaning the wound of dried blood, all the while checking for any signs of infection.
"I shall have morning meal sent up here for you." The elder elf said not looking up from what he was doing. "You 'both' need to rest still and breaking your fast in the comfort of your room should reduce the amount of activity and strain your bodies will have to endure."
Again the elf Lord directed his gaze towards Legolas almost telling the blond elf with his eyes that he should tell Estel straight after he left.
A short while later Elrond had reapplied fresh bandages to his sons shoulder and turned to leave the room.
"I will have the meal sent up in an hour or so, leaving you enough time to talk and ready yourselves." He then made his way out of the room glancing across and catching the prince's eyes before closing the door behind him.
"Finally," Estel grinned, edging closer to Legolas his expression almost feral. "I thought that he would never leave."
"Wait Estel." Legolas reached out a hand to stall his movements.
"What is it?"
"We really do need to talk; I need you to listen and ask relevant questions but not judge straight away can you do that?" He knew what the answer would be but he had to say it anyway, a way of calming his nerves.
"Of course." Estel was suddenly worried, why all the anxiety from his love, had something happened. The first thing that sprung to his mind was Lysander, had Legolas's old lover done something to upset Legolas or had. Legolas was now speaking; he had to concentrate on him, he owed the elf that much.
"Recently I have been feeling tired, far more so than is usual for an elf of my age and health." Legolas shifted on the bed so that he sat up opposite Estel ensuring eye contact where possible. "Yesterday on the battle field, after you had been brought home I collapsed, falling into a state of deep sleep for a few long moments."
"Were you injured, I asked you yesterday but you told me you had not!" Estel interrupted his voice strained.
"I did not lie to you Estel I was not hurt during battle or at any other time."
"But you just."
Legolas reached out and took Estel's hand with his own, offering a much support as he was trying to gain from the contact.
"Shh, let me speak and I will tell you." He smiled softly. "Elladan worried as always rushed me back to be examined by your father but in my heart I already knew what it was that ailed me."
"Yes." Estel tired to encourage him to speed up his tale, now becoming increasingly fearful of his lover's health.
"Estel, I... I am carrying your child."
~*~
TBC.
Chapter Twelve
This was exactly how Estel wanted to wake up every morning, tangled up tightly with in his beloveds embrace. Their legs were so entwined his still sleepy mind could not really work out where his ended and where his lovers began. Legolas's arms held him securely around his waist, allowing no room for escape but escaping was the last thing on his mind.
Pushing himself he pressed his lips softly against the elf's, trying to pull back to take in the view of the sleeping beauty he felt the arms around him tightened and his movement was instantly halted.
"Tired Love?" He asked reaching up to brush his fingers through the top of the soft, flaxen mane of hair which was currently spread out across the pillows. It was far softer than anything he could have imagined and the action seemed to have a relaxing effect on Legolas.
"Umm," Legolas struggled to sit up but obviously thought better of it instead moving so that his forehead rested against that of his partners. "We do not need to rise yet do we?"
"No, but my father will visit soon to check my shoulder."
"Ah," A look of concern crossed his fair features. "How do you feel, does your shoulder pain you?"
"No, well maybe just a little but that is only when I move it I am lucky that I have a skilled healer for a father." Moving his hand from the uninjured arm down through the blond hair to gently caress the side of Legolas's face. "What did I do to deserve one so fair?"
"You did nothing my love except be who you are." Legolas leaned into the caress while shifting one of his arms up from Estel's waist and placing it behind the mans head entwining his fingers with the dark curls.
"So you only want me for my body is that it?" Estel forged an expression of hurt. Legolas cuffed him across the ear, smiling in amusement.
"Of course." He teased. "What did you think I wanted you for? Your superior intellect, I think not."
"I resent that comment take it back!" Estel clenched his teeth in order to prevent his laughter from breaking out.
"And should I do a thing like that?"
"Because dear elf," Estel suddenly used his strength to push Legolas from his side over onto his back. "I shall over power you and prevent your escape from this room until you do."
Careful of his shoulder Estel rolled himself so that his body partially covered that of his lovers.
"And where is the incentive for me to take back what I have said?" Snaking his arms tightly around the mans chest, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Umm, I'll think of something later." Finally pressing his lips against those of his partners.
Finishing the kiss Legolas pushed him back slightly.
"Estel there is something that I must tell you." He sighed reluctantly but his conscious plagued him not to keep his secret any longer than he had to.
"It can not be that important surely, can it wait till later." Estel asked trying to distract the elf by pressing scattered kisses down the blond's throat and reaching to undo the clasps on the undershirt Legolas had slept in.
"Not really, I."
A knock at the door startled them.
"That is probably my father." Estel sighed, moving off of the elf grudgingly. "He has always had a habit of bad timing." He waited until Legolas was settled before calling out to the person behind the door. "Come."
The door did indeed emit Estel's foster father carrying a small bowl of what looked like water and a small cloth. He smiled at both the rooms' occupants as he entered.
"How do you feel this morn Estel?" He asked moving towards the bed.
"I feel as well as I did yesterday morn father my shoulder barely pains me."
"Let me examine it and change the dressings, then I may leave you in peace." The elf Lord looked sharply across at Legolas. Unnervingly the young prince realised he knew that he had not yet told Estel of the child.
Estel refused to be aided while he pulled himself up into a sitting position to allow his father easy access to the injury. Lord Elrond carefully pulled apart the bandages and set about cleaning the wound of dried blood, all the while checking for any signs of infection.
"I shall have morning meal sent up here for you." The elder elf said not looking up from what he was doing. "You 'both' need to rest still and breaking your fast in the comfort of your room should reduce the amount of activity and strain your bodies will have to endure."
Again the elf Lord directed his gaze towards Legolas almost telling the blond elf with his eyes that he should tell Estel straight after he left.
A short while later Elrond had reapplied fresh bandages to his sons shoulder and turned to leave the room.
"I will have the meal sent up in an hour or so, leaving you enough time to talk and ready yourselves." He then made his way out of the room glancing across and catching the prince's eyes before closing the door behind him.
"Finally," Estel grinned, edging closer to Legolas his expression almost feral. "I thought that he would never leave."
"Wait Estel." Legolas reached out a hand to stall his movements.
"What is it?"
"We really do need to talk; I need you to listen and ask relevant questions but not judge straight away can you do that?" He knew what the answer would be but he had to say it anyway, a way of calming his nerves.
"Of course." Estel was suddenly worried, why all the anxiety from his love, had something happened. The first thing that sprung to his mind was Lysander, had Legolas's old lover done something to upset Legolas or had. Legolas was now speaking; he had to concentrate on him, he owed the elf that much.
"Recently I have been feeling tired, far more so than is usual for an elf of my age and health." Legolas shifted on the bed so that he sat up opposite Estel ensuring eye contact where possible. "Yesterday on the battle field, after you had been brought home I collapsed, falling into a state of deep sleep for a few long moments."
"Were you injured, I asked you yesterday but you told me you had not!" Estel interrupted his voice strained.
"I did not lie to you Estel I was not hurt during battle or at any other time."
"But you just."
Legolas reached out and took Estel's hand with his own, offering a much support as he was trying to gain from the contact.
"Shh, let me speak and I will tell you." He smiled softly. "Elladan worried as always rushed me back to be examined by your father but in my heart I already knew what it was that ailed me."
"Yes." Estel tired to encourage him to speed up his tale, now becoming increasingly fearful of his lover's health.
"Estel, I... I am carrying your child."
~*~
TBC.
