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WARNING: This chapter contains kissing between two males, so if you don't like it, don't read it!

Legolas's Point of View.

'WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?'

Thranduil paced up and down his study in fury. Legolas was sitting slumped in a chair, still breathing heavily, anger still tingling in his blood which was coursing through his veins at about a hundred miles per hour, and not really taking in anything his father was saying.

'I just can't believe you would DO such a thing!'

Thranduil, who was usually so calm and collected, was in such a rage as no-one had ever seen him in before.

'Legolas, I know that you haven't been the same since what happened to your mother and your sister. You've been quiet and very reserved, but there is NO excuse for this behaviour! You've disgraced the whole country - my whole kingdom! And in front of all the guests too! What am I going to do? How am I ever going to tie friendships and bonds with you, my SON, running around trying to murder everyone!'

Thranduil finally realised that Legolas wasn't really listening as he saw him starting to play with a lock of hair.

'Do you have anything you want to say?' He asked his only son with a sigh.

In reply Legolas just looked up and glared at his father so intensely that Thranduil actually had to take a step back.

'There are actually quite a lot of things I want to say, but you've never been bothered to listen before, so why should you now?'

The king just stood with his mouth open for a while, speechless.

After waiting a few seconds, Legolas continued.

'Just as I thought. Now if you'll excuse me, your Majesty, I'd like to leave. I have better things to do than listen to you, okay?' With that he turned and walked out of the door, leaving a pretty annoyed and confused father behind him.

Legolas lay on his bed staring dejectedly at the ceiling when a messenger appeared outside the door with a message for him from his father. He swung his legs over the bed and went across to pick up the note from where the messenger had pushed it underneath his door. It read;

Legolas -

From now on you will be confined to your room until further notice. But first, you will apologise to Estel and Arwen.

I have never been so humiliated, and I am ashamed to call you my son.

Thranduil.

A tear slid down Legolas' pale cheek, and letting it drop onto his hand, he looked at it in wonder for a while. It had been quite a few centuries since he had last cried……

Aragorn's Point of View.

After a few hours of continuous crying, Estel finally got up off his bed and went over to look in the mirror in his bathroom. He looked terrible. His hair was scruffy and knotted, his eyes were red and puffy, and his face was streaked with tears. He dipped his hands into the cold water in the basin and splashed in onto his face as he heard a knock on the door. Quickly drying his face with a towel he rushed over to see who it was. When he opened it to find Legolas, he was slightly shocked for a moment, until Legolas said quietly,

'Could I come in for a minute?'

'Uh, yes, yes, of course.' he stuttered. H hadn't decided whether he hated Legolas or not yet, seeing as he had given up trying to think because it hurt his head too much - nothing made sense.

He sat down on his bed and watched at Legolas shut the door and took a deep breath.

'I know, you probably hate me now, and I don't blame you,' he started, looking at the floor, 'I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know that I've hurt you and Arwen a lot, and it makes it even more hard that you know how I feel now, and I'm sorry.'

'Is it really true then?' asked Estel quietly after a moments silence.

'Is what true?'

'How you feel about me?'

'Yes'

There was another pause until Estel said;

'We're leaving tomorrow.'

'I know'

The man stood up and took a deep breath before walking towards Legolas.

'We may never see each other again for a long time - possibly even never .'

'I know,' replied Legolas still looking at the floor, 'But isn't that what you want?'

'Legolas, look at me.' Legolas turned his face upwards to look at Estel, and he was surprised to see the elf had tears running slowly down his face. The ice was melting. Legolas was feeling emotions - sadness, pain, grief.

'Before we go, I just want you to know something.'

Legolas nodded, but looked at Estel in confusion as he said;

'But I can't tell you, so I'll have to show you'

Legolas's Point of View.

Legolas had no idea what the human meant when he had said that, but when Estel leaned in and kissed him on the lips, he froze, not being able to take in what was happening. Estel pulled away quickly in horror.

'I'm sorry,' he mumbled to his chest, 'I shouldn't have done that.'

Legolas stood in utter confusion for a minute before realising that if Estel was going to leave, and if there was a chance that he might die without Estel, then why wasn't he kissing him back?

So, as Estel looked back up to see what Legolas was doing, Legolas threw his arms behind the man's head, and their lips met powerfully. Both human and elf were surprised at how much passion, love and longing they felt in that kiss. When he could breathe no more, Legolas pulled back and looked into Estel's eyes for a moment, before whispering 'goodbye' and turning to leave.

Later, he was sitting on his bed. Again. He had walked down to where they were tending Arwen, and finding her unconscious had left a note on her bedside table, which had 'I'm sorry' scrawled onto it -blurred and smudged with lots of tears.

He was now locked in his room. Until Iluvatar knew when. At least he would be able to watch Estel leave in the morning……. Even if it would break his heart.

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