Hey people! I know it's been ages since I updated and I'm really sorry about that! I had exams, so I was studying etc. and then I had a really bad case of writer's block and 'I can't be bothered syndrome'. Excuses, excuses I know. However, I've finally got round to updating, so please remember to R & R! Thanks!
Chapter four:
A few days later and the Fellowship of the Ring was on its way, the quest that had spawned it begun. The sun was creeping over the horizon and Legolas was once again attending to his morning stretches. Smiling in real delight, the elf revelled in the realisation that his shoulders were no longer stiff. Bravo Aragorn. Sensing the human behind him he smiled. "Time for my hair plaiting session is it Aragorn?"
"To right Legolas. That it is." Ever since the initial hair incident, when Aragorn had proved beyond a shadow of doubt just how abyssal his braiding skills were, he had insisted that he was going to continue to plait his friend's hair. His stubborn nature had won out, and Legolas allowed him to do so, presuming that Aragorn wanted to improve his skills. In fact, the man simply liked to have the liberty of running his hands through the elf's blond tresses. Also, he found that acts like this towards his companion helped somewhat to soften his dreams. The same dream that had struck him in his bath was returning every night, but now the elf's gaze held accusation, an accusation that followed Aragorn through out the night, an accusation that only softened when he spent every waking moment with Legolas, caring for him. What does this dream Legolas want of me?! Why does he haunt me? I feel as though I am missing something incredibly obvious, and the shade in my dreams but confirms that. But what am I missing? Aragorn twisted the strands of Legolas' hair in his fingers, and forced his jaw to unclench. Dammit! All I can do is look out for Legolas, and hope that I realise what I am missing soon rather than later. Valinor! Stupid strand of hair...
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Gandalf watched the pair from the fire, noting their similar yet dissimilar expressions. Legolas stood stock still, hands clasped demurely in front of him, eyes shut, and lips slightly parted. He wore a look of guilty ecstasy. Aragorn, jaw tensed, appeared to be concentrating very intensely on his task yet his mind was clearly wandering. Both bore an undertone to their expressions, a look of awareness, but only Legolas fully accepted this awareness. Aragorn shied from it, not fully comprehending it and, Gandalf suspected, not truly wanting to. But he would realise it soon, accept this bond. Already his closing up haunted Aragorn. He was not sleeping well, and his attentions towards the elf were increasing. Smiling, Gandalf settled back to watch Legolas bring the man to heel.
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With a final, less-than-deft twist of a strand of the elf's golden hair, Aragorn finished the last of Legolas' plaits. Stepping back from his friend he flexed his cramped fingers with a sigh of relief. Legolas turned to face him, also flexing his fingers, and spoke; "Well Aragorn, you are improving. Your plaiting today is much tighter than yesterday, but it seems our fingers have suffered in the process." Aragorn looked startled for a second, then apologetic.
"I am sorry Legolas. I would not have tried so hard if I had remembered that we would both suffer." He sighed. "This bond takes some getting used to."
"That it does. Do not fret Aragorn, for the cramps are not that bad and I will still be able to shoot as normal." Smiling slightly, the Prince moved closer to the man and took his hands in his own. "Well, since neigther of us particularly likes cramped fingers, and as you were the one to cause them, I think we had better address the problem immediately by working the cramps out of your fingers. No?"
"I...ah...very well." Legolas was very distracting, when standing right up close to him, and it took Aragorn a moment to regain his composure enough to form a coherent answer. With a small, and unmistakably triumphant, smile Legolas began to gently massage the human's fingers. Aragorn closed his eyes and sighed in pure contentment. The feeling of Legolas' silken skin rubbing against his was sending shivers to tingle their way up and down his spine. Mmm...Valar, you have about a hundred years to stop doing that Legolas... After a few minutes of the elf's treatment Aragorn's fingers were completely cramp-free, but he gave no indication for the massage to stop, as he was enjoying it all too much. He was enjoying Legolas' closeness even more, however.
After about ten minutes of massaging the man's fingers Legolas stopped. "I think that is quite enough, for if I continue my fingers will cramp, and we'll be back to where we started. Besides, we both know that your fingers stopped cramping a little while ago." As he spoke, Legolas moved even closer to Aragorn, so he was pushed right up against him, and practically purred; "Hmm?"
"Uhh..." Aragorn gazed at the elf, so alluringly pressed against him, and had to fight to remember how to breath.
"Don't worry, I don't begrudge you a hand massage," Legolas pulled back slightly and smiled teasingly at his friend. "Although I'm well aware that that is not the primary reason you let me continue my ministrations." Pulling away completely, the elf turned in the direction of the fire, and with a parting smirk and a wink, sauntered over to help with breakfast.
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Hope that that was all OK! I promise something will actually happen soon, in chapter five or chapter six so please don't hurt me! And review peoples, review!
Chapter four:
A few days later and the Fellowship of the Ring was on its way, the quest that had spawned it begun. The sun was creeping over the horizon and Legolas was once again attending to his morning stretches. Smiling in real delight, the elf revelled in the realisation that his shoulders were no longer stiff. Bravo Aragorn. Sensing the human behind him he smiled. "Time for my hair plaiting session is it Aragorn?"
"To right Legolas. That it is." Ever since the initial hair incident, when Aragorn had proved beyond a shadow of doubt just how abyssal his braiding skills were, he had insisted that he was going to continue to plait his friend's hair. His stubborn nature had won out, and Legolas allowed him to do so, presuming that Aragorn wanted to improve his skills. In fact, the man simply liked to have the liberty of running his hands through the elf's blond tresses. Also, he found that acts like this towards his companion helped somewhat to soften his dreams. The same dream that had struck him in his bath was returning every night, but now the elf's gaze held accusation, an accusation that followed Aragorn through out the night, an accusation that only softened when he spent every waking moment with Legolas, caring for him. What does this dream Legolas want of me?! Why does he haunt me? I feel as though I am missing something incredibly obvious, and the shade in my dreams but confirms that. But what am I missing? Aragorn twisted the strands of Legolas' hair in his fingers, and forced his jaw to unclench. Dammit! All I can do is look out for Legolas, and hope that I realise what I am missing soon rather than later. Valinor! Stupid strand of hair...
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Gandalf watched the pair from the fire, noting their similar yet dissimilar expressions. Legolas stood stock still, hands clasped demurely in front of him, eyes shut, and lips slightly parted. He wore a look of guilty ecstasy. Aragorn, jaw tensed, appeared to be concentrating very intensely on his task yet his mind was clearly wandering. Both bore an undertone to their expressions, a look of awareness, but only Legolas fully accepted this awareness. Aragorn shied from it, not fully comprehending it and, Gandalf suspected, not truly wanting to. But he would realise it soon, accept this bond. Already his closing up haunted Aragorn. He was not sleeping well, and his attentions towards the elf were increasing. Smiling, Gandalf settled back to watch Legolas bring the man to heel.
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With a final, less-than-deft twist of a strand of the elf's golden hair, Aragorn finished the last of Legolas' plaits. Stepping back from his friend he flexed his cramped fingers with a sigh of relief. Legolas turned to face him, also flexing his fingers, and spoke; "Well Aragorn, you are improving. Your plaiting today is much tighter than yesterday, but it seems our fingers have suffered in the process." Aragorn looked startled for a second, then apologetic.
"I am sorry Legolas. I would not have tried so hard if I had remembered that we would both suffer." He sighed. "This bond takes some getting used to."
"That it does. Do not fret Aragorn, for the cramps are not that bad and I will still be able to shoot as normal." Smiling slightly, the Prince moved closer to the man and took his hands in his own. "Well, since neigther of us particularly likes cramped fingers, and as you were the one to cause them, I think we had better address the problem immediately by working the cramps out of your fingers. No?"
"I...ah...very well." Legolas was very distracting, when standing right up close to him, and it took Aragorn a moment to regain his composure enough to form a coherent answer. With a small, and unmistakably triumphant, smile Legolas began to gently massage the human's fingers. Aragorn closed his eyes and sighed in pure contentment. The feeling of Legolas' silken skin rubbing against his was sending shivers to tingle their way up and down his spine. Mmm...Valar, you have about a hundred years to stop doing that Legolas... After a few minutes of the elf's treatment Aragorn's fingers were completely cramp-free, but he gave no indication for the massage to stop, as he was enjoying it all too much. He was enjoying Legolas' closeness even more, however.
After about ten minutes of massaging the man's fingers Legolas stopped. "I think that is quite enough, for if I continue my fingers will cramp, and we'll be back to where we started. Besides, we both know that your fingers stopped cramping a little while ago." As he spoke, Legolas moved even closer to Aragorn, so he was pushed right up against him, and practically purred; "Hmm?"
"Uhh..." Aragorn gazed at the elf, so alluringly pressed against him, and had to fight to remember how to breath.
"Don't worry, I don't begrudge you a hand massage," Legolas pulled back slightly and smiled teasingly at his friend. "Although I'm well aware that that is not the primary reason you let me continue my ministrations." Pulling away completely, the elf turned in the direction of the fire, and with a parting smirk and a wink, sauntered over to help with breakfast.
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Hope that that was all OK! I promise something will actually happen soon, in chapter five or chapter six so please don't hurt me! And review peoples, review!