Hello Everyone!!! This is Cinnamon-Sweet-Heart, back with yet ANOTHER fic! If you have read any of my previous fics, you know how this goes. PLEASE REVIEW! I'm begging all of you! This is my first L/A fanfic, so be nice. (At least the first one I have posted, I have written others) I love feedback, but no flames.

WARNING

This is a slash fic, yes yet another one of those A/L fics... so if you don't like slash fics, you may not want to read this fic. Oh yeah, another warning MUSH! I love cushy romance fics, and this is sort of one so... yeah. Thanks!!!

-Cinnamon-Sweet-Heart

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, so you couldn't sue me even if you wanted to! Alright, on with the story!!!

Fear of the Forbidden

Chapter 1

Prince Legolas of Mirkwood walked into his rooms and felt like throwing himself on his bed in exhaustion. Being of course an Elvin prince, instead he just sat down gracefully in his chair. Alright, practically collapsed.

He didn't know why, but lately he had been sleeping less and less. Never mind the fact that elves weren't supposed to need to have as much sleep as say, a human. He had no appetite, and constantly felt weak, chilled or light headed.

So far anyway, he had been able to keep this from his family and friends. The last thing he needed was them fussing over him right now. He sighed, staring longingly at the bed.

Actually, he was lying. He knew exactly what was wrong. For there was only two ways an elf could get sick, and/or die. The first way was to give up ones immortality. And as of yet, Legolas had not done so.

The second was a broken heart. An image of a certain rugged ranger popped into his head, and Legolas found it hard to breathe with the pain this image caused. He gritted his teeth, and eventually the pain went away.

Problem was that Aragorn was in love with the beautiful Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond. And this was slowly but surly breaking the heart of the Mirkwood prince.

Legolas looked longingly at his bed. It would have been nice to go and sleep. But odds were that he would lay there awake, getting progressively MORE tired or he would fall into a sleep riddled with nightmares. This was what had been happening to him for the last little while.

The dreams were terrible, causing him to wake up feeling scared. Which in itself was strange, for he feared nothing, but yet, after he woke and calmed down enough to think rationally, he could no longer remember what the dreams had been about. Very strange indeed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Prince Legolas? It is time for you and the rest of the team to go on an orc patrol" He sighed, groaning as he pulled himself out of the chair. He firmly resolved to talk to Gandalf next time he visited Mirkwood. He needed to know how he could fix this.

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He shook his head. A whole afternoon of killing and hunting orcs normally revitalized him and made him feel better. Not today.

Legolas was feeling even more light-headed then he had been lately. He halted his horse so he could clear his head. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

His vision blurred, black beginning to cross his vision. He swayed in his saddle as he tried again to clear his vision. The rest of the company stopped, and one elf rode up to him.

"My prince? what is ailing you?" Legolas could not find the energy to answer him. He blinked back more blackness.

Eventually, he just couldn't fight it anymore. He was too tired. He felt his eyes closing, and not hearing anything the elf (He couldn't even tell who it was...) said. With the last of his energy, he uttered one word.

"Estel..." and only had time to briefly wonder where it had come from before the darkness claimed him.

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Thranduil looked up as Naniel brought his son into the room, and laid him on the bed. He stood up quickly.

"What is this? What has become of my son?" Naniel bowed and began to explain about how Legolas had stopped, and hadn't responded to the questions of his health.

"He collapsed my lord" He concluded "but just before he did, he said 'Estel'" Thranduil looked worriedly at his son, and went over, trying to wake him, to no avail. "There is nothing I can do for him. I am no healer, we must take him to Rivendel, to Elrond." And after a few moments hesitation "and to Estel"

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"Aragorn!" couldn't everyone just go away? He got precious few hours of private time as it was. "Aragorn!" In a more sing song voice now. He nearly growled. Arwen. He had told her that he didn't want her bothering him when he was resting, but yet...she never took a hint anymore.

"ARAGORN!" More of a command. He did growl this time.

"What IS it?" He heard a sigh from outside his rooms.

"It's King Thranduil and Naniel, they have just brought Prince Legolas." He perked at those words, he actually opened his eyes and sat up.

"Yes, go on"

"Well... I gather that he collapsed on a routine orc patrol, and no one has been able to wake him, or figure out what is wrong and...."

Arwen never even got to finish what she was saying before Aragorn opened the door and dashed down the hall past her. She stood and blinked.

"Well..." And shook her head, continuing in the opposite directions, towards her own rooms.

Aragorn dashed down the hall to the rooms he knew Legolas would be. It was obvious. Since Elrond was the healer, of course if they couldn't do anything for him at Mirkwood, it made sense that they would bring him here.

Everyone glanced up when he entered the room, though no one seemed surprised to see him there.

"Ah, Estel. I'm glad your here. There is nothing more I can do for Prince Legolas at the moment, and I'm sure you'll do more good then me" Said Elrond, standing to leave.

Everyone else in the room followed suit and everyone but Elrond and one of Aragorn's foster brothers left the room. Elrond paused at the door long enough to grip his shoulder in silent understanding, and then he left.

Elrohir paused at the door too.

"He was calling for you. When they brought him in. I guess that's the only thing he has said since he collapsed." With that, he too left, closing the door behind him and leaving Aragorn alone.

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Elrohir still stood by the door after he had closed it. He was rather saddened. It hurt to see what was going on. Legolas was obviously suffering from a broken heart, there was nothing else to explain it.

He had the sneaking suspicion that the blond Prince had fallen in love with Estel. It would explain why he had been progressively getting sicker. Seeing Estel falling in love with Arwen had probably been excruciating fro the elf to watch, and even worse for him to have to sit on the sidelines, with his fears unsaid.

With a little sigh he left and began down the hallway to his own room. Once there, he found his twin, Elladan, sitting on the bed reading. He looked up as his twin entered.

"What is it?" Elrohir shook his head.

"I think little bro has a dilemma Ell." Elladan frowned.

"Are you talking about..."

"Prince Legolas, yes." Elladan looked grave.

"But he's in love with Arwen, and if you're saying what I think you're saying..."

"Then that explains Legolas's sickness, and Estel will have to choose one. As much as I love Arwen, she's our sister after all, Legolas is dying. It would be a tragic blow for all of Middle Earth, not to mention for Estel." Elrohir finished tiredly. Elladan nodded.

"Lets just hope that he is able to make the right choice. In fact, I'm not so sure he knows what he truly feels himself."

"All we can do is watch and wait brother."

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Aragorn stood there for a while trying to sort his thought out. Legolas had been calling for him? Why? Then another thought hit him. Why had he been so scared when Arwen had told him about Legolas?

Legolas was the one who snapped him out of it, with the soft cry:

"Aragorn?" Aragorn walked over the bed, and took his best friends icy cold hand. "I'm here" He replied softly in elvish.

After a moment, he felt Legolas squeezing his hand. Looking up in surprise, he was even more surprised to find the elf awake, and staring at him, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Aragorn" He whispered "you came"

Aragorn nodded mutely, not sure of what to say. After a moments hesitation, the elf pulled his hand away, and pulling himself into a sitting position, hugged his knees, the few tears escaping and rolling down his perfect smooth skin.

Aragorn, in all the years he had known Legolas, he had never known him to cry. He had always been a pillar of strength. But now, he seemed small, like a child almost. Aragorn slowly, moved to sit on the bed, and after a moments thought reached out to take his friend in his arms, wondering if maybe he had always wanted him to be more then a friend.

Legolas clung to Aragorn like a small child, crying into his shoulder miserably. Aragorn only rocked him back and forth murmuring comforting nonsense in elvish. After a while, Legolas's tears slowed, and he looked up at Aragorn with a look that just broke his heart.

"Aragorn... I'm scared"

TBC Heh heh heh, I'm evil ne? lol! Me and my cliffies. Oh well. I'll have the next chappie up soon, IF I get at least five reviews! so come on, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Arigato! (Thank-you)