Here's the next chapter. Thank you for the nice reviews.
To the person who reviewed anonymously, no I have not read the books but
this isn't based on them so get over it.
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Part 2 Chapter 2
The next morning, Aragorn watched Legolas as he introduced him to the council.
'Such beauty is unnatural,' he thought in amazement. 'He cannot be real.'
He was jolted from his thoughts as Legolas touched his arm to get his attention. Clearing his throat, Aragorn stood, preparing himself for a long speech to the councillors.
As Aragorn stood, Legolas sat. For several moments Legolas sat admiring Aragorn's grace and beauty. Then he mentally shook himself.
'What am I doing? Lusting after a MAN?! What sort of a perverted, disgusting beast am I to lust after one of my own gender?! What is wrong with me? This is unnatural! It's okay for my father but he is excused for he is my elder and to be respected. But me!? I am disgusting!'
Legolas had had a very sheltered upbringing and was unaware that such pairings existed.
While Legolas sat mentally berating himself, Aragorn finished speaking and the council adjourned. Finally only Legolas and Aragorn were left.
"Your majesty?" Aragorn queried cautiously.
Legolas jumped, startled. He looked around quickly and the blushed, his palms going sweaty.
"Please... call me Legolas," he stuttered.
Aragorn smiled weakly, "Of course Legolas."
Legolas smiled in return.
"Would you care to join me for a nightcap, Legolas?" Aragorn asked kindly.
Legolas thought quickly
'Well, I don't want to seem unkind. He has done well today and was kind to come at all. I'll be fine.'
"I would love to," Legolas said warmly, almost too quickly.
Aragorn's smile widened and they both left for the kings study once again. As the night progressed more and more wine was consumed until both people were too intoxicated to walk in a straight line.
Also, the more wine consumed, the bolder the person.
When the last of the fifth bottle was poured and the night was well on it's way to giving into morning, both beings sat quietly, lost in their own thoughts.
Legolas was still berating himself, yet still felt a strong connection to Aragorn and yearned desperately for him. He was so thoroughly drunk that he was blissfully unaware that his infatuation with Aragorn had reached breaking point and was slowly digging deeper into his heart.
Beside him, Aragorn was also thinking of Legolas and his utter beauty – in both personality and looks. He was the perfect man, or elf as the case may be. Aragorn felt his heart ache, filled with longing for the royal elf. But Aragorn beat it down, knowing that their relationship could never be more than a friendship. Obviously, as that is the way of the world.
So engrossed in their own thoughts were they, that they both groped blindly for the same glass. The two hands met on the silver glass and the owners looked up in startlement.
Pure blue eyes met golden brown...
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Part 2 Chapter 2
The next morning, Aragorn watched Legolas as he introduced him to the council.
'Such beauty is unnatural,' he thought in amazement. 'He cannot be real.'
He was jolted from his thoughts as Legolas touched his arm to get his attention. Clearing his throat, Aragorn stood, preparing himself for a long speech to the councillors.
As Aragorn stood, Legolas sat. For several moments Legolas sat admiring Aragorn's grace and beauty. Then he mentally shook himself.
'What am I doing? Lusting after a MAN?! What sort of a perverted, disgusting beast am I to lust after one of my own gender?! What is wrong with me? This is unnatural! It's okay for my father but he is excused for he is my elder and to be respected. But me!? I am disgusting!'
Legolas had had a very sheltered upbringing and was unaware that such pairings existed.
While Legolas sat mentally berating himself, Aragorn finished speaking and the council adjourned. Finally only Legolas and Aragorn were left.
"Your majesty?" Aragorn queried cautiously.
Legolas jumped, startled. He looked around quickly and the blushed, his palms going sweaty.
"Please... call me Legolas," he stuttered.
Aragorn smiled weakly, "Of course Legolas."
Legolas smiled in return.
"Would you care to join me for a nightcap, Legolas?" Aragorn asked kindly.
Legolas thought quickly
'Well, I don't want to seem unkind. He has done well today and was kind to come at all. I'll be fine.'
"I would love to," Legolas said warmly, almost too quickly.
Aragorn's smile widened and they both left for the kings study once again. As the night progressed more and more wine was consumed until both people were too intoxicated to walk in a straight line.
Also, the more wine consumed, the bolder the person.
When the last of the fifth bottle was poured and the night was well on it's way to giving into morning, both beings sat quietly, lost in their own thoughts.
Legolas was still berating himself, yet still felt a strong connection to Aragorn and yearned desperately for him. He was so thoroughly drunk that he was blissfully unaware that his infatuation with Aragorn had reached breaking point and was slowly digging deeper into his heart.
Beside him, Aragorn was also thinking of Legolas and his utter beauty – in both personality and looks. He was the perfect man, or elf as the case may be. Aragorn felt his heart ache, filled with longing for the royal elf. But Aragorn beat it down, knowing that their relationship could never be more than a friendship. Obviously, as that is the way of the world.
So engrossed in their own thoughts were they, that they both groped blindly for the same glass. The two hands met on the silver glass and the owners looked up in startlement.
Pure blue eyes met golden brown...