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Chapter 10
Aspects of healing
After he had cleansed himself and the bleeding had stopped, Legolas remained by the lake, watching the sunrise. He still felt slightly dizzy, although his strength was retuning to him bit by bit. The burning pain in his head remained, though it was little less intense.
"How long am I going to be able to endure this? This is getting much worse than I could ever imagine "he whispered to himself. But he did not regret anything that had caused this, least the long awaited lovemaking. He did not understand how that and the bleeding was connected, but assumed that it must be so, in some strange way. It was disturbing, and it worried the elf to the depth of his soul.
The sun spread its golden rays over the lake, making the water spark like liquid diamonds. It was a quite breathtaking sight and it made the archer feel at ease as he let pictures of his night with Aragorn flow through his mind. Their hands, lips and tongues all over each other, naked skin brushing against naked skin, the repeated joining of their bodies, the words they exchanged during their embraces, words of love that they perhaps should never have uttered, but in the dark they could not keep them inside. The peace both felt resting in each other's arms after their mutual releases, just before the desire had woken again.
He wondered what would happen now; their situation was more than complicated, considering the quest and the fellowship –would they be able to hide what had happened between them? Legolas knew that Aragorn probably would not want to; being the honorable man he was, but the elf felt like he should convince the man to reconsider. He didn´t know what the fellowship would think, well, he was pretty certain the hobbits wouldn´t mind, not even the dwarf. Boromir , being a human, was another matter, though.
The elf looked up in the sky, at the glowing golden orb up there. Normally he preferred the light of the moon, but it was something utterly soothing about the sun this particular day, almost like it was the source that healed the still lingering ache in his head. He did not want to go back to the others before it had passed, knowing that especially Aragorn would see that something was wrong. And he really did not want to tell the man what had happened, why he had left their common bed so suddenly.
It was already noon before Legolas returned to the fellowship, by this time feeling no pain at all, well knowing that he was not as recovered as he felt and probably looked.
Everybody was there when he approached them. Merry and Pippin ran towards him to meet him.
"Legolas, there you are! Everybody wonder why you left. Strider said you were not there when he woke up. "
By this time they had reached the rest of the fellowship who all stared at him, including Aragorn who also looked slightly angry.
"I just wanted to look at the sunset, they are very beautiful here in Lotlórien" he said.
This comment did not make anyone stare less, rather the opposite. Gimli started to roar with laughter.
"They must be quite extraordinary, indeed, since a decent elf like you was so afraid to miss anything that you did not have the time to dress yourself properly."
The dwarf´s words reminded him that he was still stripped to the waist, wearing only his leggings. His hair fell freely, Aragorn had loosened the braids sometime during the night. He found it quite embarrassing, but could not hold back a smile.
"Well, indeed..." he said, then he turned to the ranger who stood leaning against a tree, looking everywhere but at the elf.
"Aragorn, are you feeling better? "he asked, amazed at the fact that the man stood up, seemingly without effort.
The ranger stared at him like he couldn´t believe what he heard and the elf was stunned to see the cold and the anger in his face.
"Why do you ask this, Legolas? When I woke the fever was gone, the pain had disappeared and the wound was completely healed, not even a scar remains. Do not pretend that you did not know this already!"
With those words Aragorn turned and walked away, deeper into the wood.
"What´s happening ?" Pippin asked with a puzzled look at the elf.
Legolas looked after the disappearing man. "I don´t know" he said, as he fetched his silver tunic that still was laying beside Aragorn´s bed, just where he had tossed it. After he had put it on, he started to braid his hair.
"You two are behaving so strange, is it this place that has made you confused or what? " Boromir asked, sounding suspicious. "You running off half-naked to look at some "wonderful" sunrise, not bothering to keep watch over the wounded as you said you would do. And if that was not enough, when the wounded one rises fully healed, all he does is asking for you- only to run away when you finally show up."
Legolas did not bother to answer, much because he did not know what to say, being unable to offer an explanation. When he had done his hair, he said to the others:
"I will go and look for Aragorn. It seems to be some misunderstanding here."
Before anyone has had the time to react, he was gone.
"What really happened here during the night? "Pippin asked, still deep in wonder. Frodo patted him on the shoulder.
"I don´t think you want to know that, Pippin."
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Legolas found Aragorn sitting by the same lake where the elf had washed himself earlier. He approached him slowly, still sensing the anger and the disappointment in the man, but also some hurt.
"Aragorn..." he said softly."What is wrong? Do you regret what happened this night?"
He supposed that maybe the man felt guilty because of Arwen.
"I would have recovered anyway..." the ranger said after a long time, refusing to look the elf in the eyes.
"Yes, but what.... "Legolas began, but a realization was growing in his mind.
"You did not have to make love to me just to heal me!"
Aragorn sounded so miserable that the elf kneeled beside him, and when he still did not meet his gaze, he cupped the man's chin and turned his face to him.
"Listen to me, Aragorn. I had no idea that I in fact was healing you, but I assume that I did. Anyway, I am pretty sure that it was not necessary to do it so many times, in both ways. The only reason for our lovemaking was that I wanted to, like you did."
He saw relief in the ranger´s steel blue eyes.
"I am sorry , Legolas, I..."The elf silenced him with a kiss. They soon were lost in each other, their tongues meeting in clasps.
Aragorn broke the kiss to gulp for air; looking at the archer and tracing his finger along the elf´s swollen, perfectly shaped mouth.
"Why did you leave all so sudden? I so much wanted to wake up with you beside me, laying in my arms as you did when I fell asleep." He hesitated for a second, before he continued: "Legolas, is there something wrong with you? I mean, there was blood on my chest where you had rested your head". The shiver in his voice betrayed how anxious he was, dreading the answer.
It took a long time before the elf answered, not sure what he was should tell the man and much because he did not know for certain what had happened to him.
"I woke suddenly, bleeding from my nose" he said slowly, trying to sound casual, desperate not to worry the ranger further, but still unable to lie to him, "however, I went to clean myself in this lake where we are sitting right now. The bleeding subsided soon, so everything is fine now."
He did not tell Aragorn about the searing pain.
The man looked at him sternly.
"Are you sure? It sounds serious, indeed. It would be my undoing if lost you, Legolas."
His words made the elf fretful, although he tried not to show it.
"Elves are fast healers, at least compared to humans" he said. He knew perfectly well that the damage done to him was irreparable, even though he was not sure what that meant just yet, still he had only suspicions.
To distract the man from asking further questions, he began to stroke his back, running his fingers along his broad shoulders, starting to unbutton his shirt, as he kissed his throat. Aragorn leaned his head back, allowing the elf better excess. He moaned softly and Legolas smiled as he let the shirt fall to the ground.
"Well, human" he said playfully- "a bath would be nice, don't you think?"
Before the man has had time to react, the elf stripped him of his clothes and threw him in the, despite the warm air, cold water. The ranger was stunned; he always forgot what an extraordinary strength the elves possessed.
"You fey creature!" he howled. "Why did you do that for??"
The elf just smiled again, standing with his arms crossed, his face a perfect mask of serenity, although his eyes glimmered mischievously.
"Well, you never seem to remember to bath and wash yourself. I just thought that now is the time, we've been here in Lotlórien for some days and yet you hadn't bothered to clean yourself. Now that you are fully healed I thought that I should give you a hand".
Aragorn could not suppress his laughter.
"Then you better join me."
"I will "the elf said, enjoying the hungry looks from the human as he slowly undressed himself, the soft, warm air against his skin making him aroused.
When he dove into the water, the man´s powerful arms immediately captured him.
"Legolas, you drive me crazy" he mumbled between clenched teeth, voice thick with desire before he licked at the tip of the elf's pointed ear, well knowing that this was a very sensitive spot for his kind. He felt Legolas sigh at the touch, just before the archer said:
"You are very impatient, I thought that we going to take a nice, *long* swim first."
And then the "fey creature" released himself from the man and swam off in the other direction, soon to be followed by the very frustrated human. However, when he had calmed down a little, he realized that he indeed liked feeling of the crystal-clear water washing against his body, leaving him with a lingering sense of refreshment.
Some time later the elf swam back to him again, laying his hands on his shoulders as he pressed his lips firmly against the ranger´s, leaning in to him, allowing him to feel every inch of his body. He stoked the well muscled chest before he grasped the man´s hardening length under the water, gently beginning to stoke him up and down with his nimble fingers.
"Ahh....are you planning to tease me once again ? I am not sure that I can take it anymore, I need you so much"
"Enough, then "the archer answered, continuing his skilled ministrations- "let's go and find some place more discreet."
They found a secluded glen nearby the lake, where they quickly laid down and renewed the previous night's passions, leaving their clothes by the shore. It was in every bit as wonderful as earlier, their feelings growing stronger with every single touch under the trees of Lotlórien.
Afterwards, they rested in each other's arms, Aragorn stroking Legolas silky, golden hair that was spread across the man's chest. It was a perfect moment of peace for them both; a moment where no evil in the world existed at all, everything was just simple and beautiful.
"A part of me wishes that we could stay like this, here in Lotlórien" the man, in a way hating to break the comfortable silence, but he also a great need to voice his thoughts. "That we didn't need to continue this terrible quest."
The elf lay silent for a while, before he answered:
"I see darkness ahead, but now the trees are whispering about the beauty that still remains."
Aragorn looked at the wonderful creature beside him, like all elves he sometimes talked in riddles and it was no meaning to ask for an explanation, it would likely make it even more confusing. Their peaceful dozing continued until Legolas suddenly rose:
"I must fetch our clothes".
Then he was gone in a blink of an eye. The man sighed; he knew that it was useless to beg for an explanation, when the elf returned with their garments.
Legolas kneeled by the lake, rinsing his nose from a small steam of blood that poured out. The bleeding was less than the last time, but the pain just as intense, dimming his vision, making him stagger almost blindly through the trees.
When he was ready, he went back to the glen where Aragorn still remained, now in a sitting position with his arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knees.
"Aragorn, we cannot linger here" he said, his voice somewhat strained. He gave the man his clothes.
"Why, - such a hurry all of a sudden? Did you sense anything dangerous?"
"There are many different perils that make the world a hard place" was the only answer, but the man could see evident traces of pain in the elf´s features. It worried him, but he did not want to answer, he merely dressed himself slowly, looking at Legolas as the elf did the same.
Much to Aragorn´s distress Legolas did not spend the following evening in the company of the fellowship. This disturbed him so much, that he even went searching for the elf. After a long time he found him and Galadriel deep in the wood, sitting with their foreheads together, talking with voices too low for Aragorn´s human ears. He was very curious of what they discussed, both seemed troubled and serious, although he did not reveal himself. Instead he went back to the others, buried in thoughts.
During the night Aragorn was woken by a golden shadow who slid in to his bedroll and kissed him softly. He returned it eagerly. He fell asleep, his passion spent only to wake up in the morning finding that Legolas was gone.
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The days in Lotlórien passed swiftly; all too soon the moment for departure was there. Everybody in the fellowship was sad about this and wished to stay, everybody except Boromir who was eager to be on his way again. Even Gimli regretted this; since he had become very fond of lady Galadriel.
As they set out in the boats Aragorn wondered when he and Legolas would be able to touch again, right now this seemed so far away.
TBC.
( I honestly don´t know where this chapter came from, I had not planned to write it like this at all. I guess I thought that this was needed, as a contrast to the forthcoming dark ones I plan to write. For those who wonders about Legolas condition; I will reveal all about it in the forthcoming chapters, so please keep on read & review and you will find out. Lol. Lilimalinda)
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Legolas19:Wow, I made you beg...
Emme1:here´s the next chapter, About what happened to Legolas, -well, hang on..
Isildwen:Thank you!
Bradleigh: here´s more from Lotlórien
Michelle CUrious: Well, here´s the continuation..
Kiki:Happy in the end? What do you think? Keep on reading...Anyway, thank you..
Eowyn :I´m glad that you like my story.
Forsaken^on3: It seems to me that we share the same taste sometimes, I liked that part as well. Hope that this chapter not is going to make you disappointed.
Nímin: You´re addicted, eh? Well, so am I, with Legolas...and your reviews! Looking forward to your next one!
VaniaHepskins: You have reasons to be worried about Legolas...
Chapter 10
Aspects of healing
After he had cleansed himself and the bleeding had stopped, Legolas remained by the lake, watching the sunrise. He still felt slightly dizzy, although his strength was retuning to him bit by bit. The burning pain in his head remained, though it was little less intense.
"How long am I going to be able to endure this? This is getting much worse than I could ever imagine "he whispered to himself. But he did not regret anything that had caused this, least the long awaited lovemaking. He did not understand how that and the bleeding was connected, but assumed that it must be so, in some strange way. It was disturbing, and it worried the elf to the depth of his soul.
The sun spread its golden rays over the lake, making the water spark like liquid diamonds. It was a quite breathtaking sight and it made the archer feel at ease as he let pictures of his night with Aragorn flow through his mind. Their hands, lips and tongues all over each other, naked skin brushing against naked skin, the repeated joining of their bodies, the words they exchanged during their embraces, words of love that they perhaps should never have uttered, but in the dark they could not keep them inside. The peace both felt resting in each other's arms after their mutual releases, just before the desire had woken again.
He wondered what would happen now; their situation was more than complicated, considering the quest and the fellowship –would they be able to hide what had happened between them? Legolas knew that Aragorn probably would not want to; being the honorable man he was, but the elf felt like he should convince the man to reconsider. He didn´t know what the fellowship would think, well, he was pretty certain the hobbits wouldn´t mind, not even the dwarf. Boromir , being a human, was another matter, though.
The elf looked up in the sky, at the glowing golden orb up there. Normally he preferred the light of the moon, but it was something utterly soothing about the sun this particular day, almost like it was the source that healed the still lingering ache in his head. He did not want to go back to the others before it had passed, knowing that especially Aragorn would see that something was wrong. And he really did not want to tell the man what had happened, why he had left their common bed so suddenly.
It was already noon before Legolas returned to the fellowship, by this time feeling no pain at all, well knowing that he was not as recovered as he felt and probably looked.
Everybody was there when he approached them. Merry and Pippin ran towards him to meet him.
"Legolas, there you are! Everybody wonder why you left. Strider said you were not there when he woke up. "
By this time they had reached the rest of the fellowship who all stared at him, including Aragorn who also looked slightly angry.
"I just wanted to look at the sunset, they are very beautiful here in Lotlórien" he said.
This comment did not make anyone stare less, rather the opposite. Gimli started to roar with laughter.
"They must be quite extraordinary, indeed, since a decent elf like you was so afraid to miss anything that you did not have the time to dress yourself properly."
The dwarf´s words reminded him that he was still stripped to the waist, wearing only his leggings. His hair fell freely, Aragorn had loosened the braids sometime during the night. He found it quite embarrassing, but could not hold back a smile.
"Well, indeed..." he said, then he turned to the ranger who stood leaning against a tree, looking everywhere but at the elf.
"Aragorn, are you feeling better? "he asked, amazed at the fact that the man stood up, seemingly without effort.
The ranger stared at him like he couldn´t believe what he heard and the elf was stunned to see the cold and the anger in his face.
"Why do you ask this, Legolas? When I woke the fever was gone, the pain had disappeared and the wound was completely healed, not even a scar remains. Do not pretend that you did not know this already!"
With those words Aragorn turned and walked away, deeper into the wood.
"What´s happening ?" Pippin asked with a puzzled look at the elf.
Legolas looked after the disappearing man. "I don´t know" he said, as he fetched his silver tunic that still was laying beside Aragorn´s bed, just where he had tossed it. After he had put it on, he started to braid his hair.
"You two are behaving so strange, is it this place that has made you confused or what? " Boromir asked, sounding suspicious. "You running off half-naked to look at some "wonderful" sunrise, not bothering to keep watch over the wounded as you said you would do. And if that was not enough, when the wounded one rises fully healed, all he does is asking for you- only to run away when you finally show up."
Legolas did not bother to answer, much because he did not know what to say, being unable to offer an explanation. When he had done his hair, he said to the others:
"I will go and look for Aragorn. It seems to be some misunderstanding here."
Before anyone has had the time to react, he was gone.
"What really happened here during the night? "Pippin asked, still deep in wonder. Frodo patted him on the shoulder.
"I don´t think you want to know that, Pippin."
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Legolas found Aragorn sitting by the same lake where the elf had washed himself earlier. He approached him slowly, still sensing the anger and the disappointment in the man, but also some hurt.
"Aragorn..." he said softly."What is wrong? Do you regret what happened this night?"
He supposed that maybe the man felt guilty because of Arwen.
"I would have recovered anyway..." the ranger said after a long time, refusing to look the elf in the eyes.
"Yes, but what.... "Legolas began, but a realization was growing in his mind.
"You did not have to make love to me just to heal me!"
Aragorn sounded so miserable that the elf kneeled beside him, and when he still did not meet his gaze, he cupped the man's chin and turned his face to him.
"Listen to me, Aragorn. I had no idea that I in fact was healing you, but I assume that I did. Anyway, I am pretty sure that it was not necessary to do it so many times, in both ways. The only reason for our lovemaking was that I wanted to, like you did."
He saw relief in the ranger´s steel blue eyes.
"I am sorry , Legolas, I..."The elf silenced him with a kiss. They soon were lost in each other, their tongues meeting in clasps.
Aragorn broke the kiss to gulp for air; looking at the archer and tracing his finger along the elf´s swollen, perfectly shaped mouth.
"Why did you leave all so sudden? I so much wanted to wake up with you beside me, laying in my arms as you did when I fell asleep." He hesitated for a second, before he continued: "Legolas, is there something wrong with you? I mean, there was blood on my chest where you had rested your head". The shiver in his voice betrayed how anxious he was, dreading the answer.
It took a long time before the elf answered, not sure what he was should tell the man and much because he did not know for certain what had happened to him.
"I woke suddenly, bleeding from my nose" he said slowly, trying to sound casual, desperate not to worry the ranger further, but still unable to lie to him, "however, I went to clean myself in this lake where we are sitting right now. The bleeding subsided soon, so everything is fine now."
He did not tell Aragorn about the searing pain.
The man looked at him sternly.
"Are you sure? It sounds serious, indeed. It would be my undoing if lost you, Legolas."
His words made the elf fretful, although he tried not to show it.
"Elves are fast healers, at least compared to humans" he said. He knew perfectly well that the damage done to him was irreparable, even though he was not sure what that meant just yet, still he had only suspicions.
To distract the man from asking further questions, he began to stroke his back, running his fingers along his broad shoulders, starting to unbutton his shirt, as he kissed his throat. Aragorn leaned his head back, allowing the elf better excess. He moaned softly and Legolas smiled as he let the shirt fall to the ground.
"Well, human" he said playfully- "a bath would be nice, don't you think?"
Before the man has had time to react, the elf stripped him of his clothes and threw him in the, despite the warm air, cold water. The ranger was stunned; he always forgot what an extraordinary strength the elves possessed.
"You fey creature!" he howled. "Why did you do that for??"
The elf just smiled again, standing with his arms crossed, his face a perfect mask of serenity, although his eyes glimmered mischievously.
"Well, you never seem to remember to bath and wash yourself. I just thought that now is the time, we've been here in Lotlórien for some days and yet you hadn't bothered to clean yourself. Now that you are fully healed I thought that I should give you a hand".
Aragorn could not suppress his laughter.
"Then you better join me."
"I will "the elf said, enjoying the hungry looks from the human as he slowly undressed himself, the soft, warm air against his skin making him aroused.
When he dove into the water, the man´s powerful arms immediately captured him.
"Legolas, you drive me crazy" he mumbled between clenched teeth, voice thick with desire before he licked at the tip of the elf's pointed ear, well knowing that this was a very sensitive spot for his kind. He felt Legolas sigh at the touch, just before the archer said:
"You are very impatient, I thought that we going to take a nice, *long* swim first."
And then the "fey creature" released himself from the man and swam off in the other direction, soon to be followed by the very frustrated human. However, when he had calmed down a little, he realized that he indeed liked feeling of the crystal-clear water washing against his body, leaving him with a lingering sense of refreshment.
Some time later the elf swam back to him again, laying his hands on his shoulders as he pressed his lips firmly against the ranger´s, leaning in to him, allowing him to feel every inch of his body. He stoked the well muscled chest before he grasped the man´s hardening length under the water, gently beginning to stoke him up and down with his nimble fingers.
"Ahh....are you planning to tease me once again ? I am not sure that I can take it anymore, I need you so much"
"Enough, then "the archer answered, continuing his skilled ministrations- "let's go and find some place more discreet."
They found a secluded glen nearby the lake, where they quickly laid down and renewed the previous night's passions, leaving their clothes by the shore. It was in every bit as wonderful as earlier, their feelings growing stronger with every single touch under the trees of Lotlórien.
Afterwards, they rested in each other's arms, Aragorn stroking Legolas silky, golden hair that was spread across the man's chest. It was a perfect moment of peace for them both; a moment where no evil in the world existed at all, everything was just simple and beautiful.
"A part of me wishes that we could stay like this, here in Lotlórien" the man, in a way hating to break the comfortable silence, but he also a great need to voice his thoughts. "That we didn't need to continue this terrible quest."
The elf lay silent for a while, before he answered:
"I see darkness ahead, but now the trees are whispering about the beauty that still remains."
Aragorn looked at the wonderful creature beside him, like all elves he sometimes talked in riddles and it was no meaning to ask for an explanation, it would likely make it even more confusing. Their peaceful dozing continued until Legolas suddenly rose:
"I must fetch our clothes".
Then he was gone in a blink of an eye. The man sighed; he knew that it was useless to beg for an explanation, when the elf returned with their garments.
Legolas kneeled by the lake, rinsing his nose from a small steam of blood that poured out. The bleeding was less than the last time, but the pain just as intense, dimming his vision, making him stagger almost blindly through the trees.
When he was ready, he went back to the glen where Aragorn still remained, now in a sitting position with his arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knees.
"Aragorn, we cannot linger here" he said, his voice somewhat strained. He gave the man his clothes.
"Why, - such a hurry all of a sudden? Did you sense anything dangerous?"
"There are many different perils that make the world a hard place" was the only answer, but the man could see evident traces of pain in the elf´s features. It worried him, but he did not want to answer, he merely dressed himself slowly, looking at Legolas as the elf did the same.
Much to Aragorn´s distress Legolas did not spend the following evening in the company of the fellowship. This disturbed him so much, that he even went searching for the elf. After a long time he found him and Galadriel deep in the wood, sitting with their foreheads together, talking with voices too low for Aragorn´s human ears. He was very curious of what they discussed, both seemed troubled and serious, although he did not reveal himself. Instead he went back to the others, buried in thoughts.
During the night Aragorn was woken by a golden shadow who slid in to his bedroll and kissed him softly. He returned it eagerly. He fell asleep, his passion spent only to wake up in the morning finding that Legolas was gone.
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The days in Lotlórien passed swiftly; all too soon the moment for departure was there. Everybody in the fellowship was sad about this and wished to stay, everybody except Boromir who was eager to be on his way again. Even Gimli regretted this; since he had become very fond of lady Galadriel.
As they set out in the boats Aragorn wondered when he and Legolas would be able to touch again, right now this seemed so far away.
TBC.
( I honestly don´t know where this chapter came from, I had not planned to write it like this at all. I guess I thought that this was needed, as a contrast to the forthcoming dark ones I plan to write. For those who wonders about Legolas condition; I will reveal all about it in the forthcoming chapters, so please keep on read & review and you will find out. Lol. Lilimalinda)