Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine
AN: Damn scene took me quite some time
Warnings: The rating is not R for fun. Sexual content here. Don't read it if you feel offended by male/mal intimacy!!
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Drowning
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Elrohir slowly lifted his chin from Legolas' shoulder to look into the younger one's blue eyes inquiringly. The Wood-Elf was shivering ever so slightly, then he turned his head away to look onto the floor. He could feel Elladan's body stiffen against his back.
"Shall your offer still stand, that is..." he said slowly, insecurity creeping into his voice.
Elrohir cupped the blond one's face with his palms and softly forced him to look up. They watched each other for an eternity then the twin's lips curved up into a wonderful smile. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Legolas', their lips almost touching.
"It would be our honour, my prince."
Legolas' eyes widened at the all too familiar endearment, but before he could react to it, he felt Elrohir's tender lips on his own. It was a kiss free of any passion, rather with the goal to taste each other for the first time. Legolas closed his eyes to savor the twin's skilled ministrations, when he suddenly became aware of Elladan's fingers slipping under his tunic, playing with the outline of his fabric. The elder brother then captured his ear with his mouth and sucked lightly. Legolas' body responded immediately by aching his back and leaning further into the twin. He gasped when Elladan first nibbled, then bit into the pointed edge of his ear and Elrohir took the invitation for what it was and slipped his tongue into the warm mouth of the prince, deepening their contact and igniting the flames of passion.
Then the twin drew back from their kiss and locked eyes with his brother, a smile still gracing his face. "I think it is time to move to a chamber, brother dearest." He stroked Legolas' face lightly and the Sindarin Elf opened his eyes halfway.
Legolas felt Elladan's hands withdraw from his stomach only to be replaced on his wrist.
"Let us hurry then." He breathed against Legolas' sensitive ear before gently tugging on his hand, moving him to the direction of the twin's room.
The chamber was not small nor huge. Wooden funitures served to decorate the place, creating a warm atmosphere. On one side of the wall there was a bow, beneath it a shelter with some arrows in it, both properly nursed and oviously often used. In the middle of the room was a bed, from its position nearly directly under the huge window, Legolas anticipanted that whoever twin this room belonged to was kissed by the sun every morn when dawn broke above Imladris. To the left there was a connecting door, probably to the bathroom. It was wooden as well with a finely crafted carving on it.
"I take it you like my room, pen-vain [beautiful one]," Elladan said, leading the amazed prince to the bed.
"More like our room, gwanunig [twin brother]," Elrohir contradicted with a laughter in his voice. "I sleep here quite often, keeping my poor brother company in his lonely nights," he then explained. Suddenly his face turned serious. "Father must not know. Nor anyone else. Although bedding males is natural among our kind, the love between the own blood is not highly looked upon. We trust you with this secret, promise us you will keep it well."
"I promise on my honour that no word will escape my lips concerning your relationship," the prince answered without hesistation.
Elrohir's face instantly turned playful at the blonde's words. "Nothing less was expected from you, fair prince. Nevertheless," he added slyly, almost as an afterthought, "nevertheless it is not a word I long to hear from your lips right now."
In one fluid motion he glided forward and placed both hands on the Sindarin's shoulders, bringing him down onto the bed. He bend over the prince's lithe form to seek again the contact he lost during their way here.
Elrohir ran his tongue over Legolas's lips, pulling away when the prince sought to deepen the contact. Finally Thranduil's youngest moaned in frustration and put his arms around Elrohir, trying to close the distance.
"Greedy aren't we?" Elrohir teased before crashing his lips down onto Legolas' forcefully, granting the prince what he silently pleaded for. He was allowed entrance immediately and took the invitation to sweep his tongue inside.
When the mattress was pressed down lightly Elrohir drew back looking at his twin with a smirk.
"He tastes wonderful," he stated. The other raised one eyebrown.
"Indeed so? Mayhaps I just have to see for myself in case you judged wrongly, gwanur melui [lovely brother]." He bent forward to place a single kiss on Legolas' forehead, then moving down, tracing the face until he reached the desired goal.
"You two truly are a sight to behold." Elrohir grinned, watching both Elves kiss fiercly. He moved down and placed a hand on Legolas' waist, removing his tunic just a little to gain access to the pale skin underneath. He guided his fingertips with feather light movement and felt Legolas' heart beat faster in return.
"Still I would appreciate it, if there were not all those unneccessary cloths between us. Dare I assume it might be quite hot in them?" He pushed the green fabric of Legolas' tunic up to prove his point. Elladan released his captive's lips and moved back, watching his brother motionlessly, like a cat lurking for its prey.
"You were right," he murmured then, "he really is delicious. And we haven't even tasted all of him yet."
Legolas drew himself up on his elbows and smiled seductively. With one fluid movement he sat up and reached for Elladan's tunic, yanking it above the twin's head and tossing it to the ground, uncaring where it landed.
He eyed the exposed skin and then whispered, "beautiful..."
"Well, I am glad you are satisfied," Elladan laughed, his tune light. "But you should seriously consider undressing yourself or I might just have to tear off your clothes. And while Elrohir here could always borrow mine until he reached his chambers without somebody noticing it, I am quite sure that people would indeed wonder why the prince walked around in the clothing of the Lord's son."
Smirking Legolas undid the clip of his cloak. "At least you would not let me walk back naked. Now that would write history!"
"Enough talk, fair prince," Elrohir said suddenly and Legolas abruptly became aware that the twin had already removed his clothes. The younger brother changed position and came down on Legolas' lap, effectively confine his legs in between his own. Before Legolas knew what happened, Elrond's son had already raised his arms and rid him of his tunic. He pushed Legolas back on the bed and looked over his shoulder to see his twin brother behind him, already stripped as well. Erohir grinned at him, placing one arm on his brother's stomach while leaning down to the prince, slowly moving his other hand up to imitate the touch he was already performing on his brother. He earned a similar reaction from them both: closing of eyes, hitching of breaths. He almost laughed at how alike they looked in their passion, and how very different they still were. His brother a dark and his prince an innocent seducement, although he definately had his share of lovers, if his ability to kiss was any indication to it. They also smelled differently. While his brother was of lavender and fresh wind the other was of rosewood and vanilla. Both of them shockingly intoxicating.
Deciding to taste more of it, he helped his brother removing Legolas' boots and his breeches, enabling them the alluring sight of the prince's well shaped body underneath them.
"Perfect in every way." Elladan whispered. He approached Mirkwood's child and slowly caught on peak with his mouth, encircling it with his tongue, while pinching the other with his hand. Legolas sucked his breath, his body leaning into the caress.
"So you like that?" Elrohir asked slyly, joining his brother by raking his nails over the smooth skin. Legolas answer was a soft moan which escaped his lips before he could stop it. Elrohir laughed and withdrew. Elladan would take care of the prince for now that he was sure of - and he was able to say that he could certainly speak from own experience. He slid off the bed and went to the nearby desk, opening one drawer and bringing forth a small flask. He opened it and the room was immediately filled by an almond- orange-ish smell. Then he resumed his place behind his brother. Elrohir poured a good amout of the fragrant liquid on his hands before bringing his hand on his Elladan's back, kneading his flesh softly.
His brother purred against Legolas' skin, the vibration sending electricity through the Sindarin Elf. He moaned again - louder this time - and raised his hand to Elrohir, slowly stroking the twin's length with skillful movements.
"Ai, Elbereth...."
Elladan took the bottle from his brother and rubbed the oil into his hands. A shiver ran through Legolas' body when he felt the enticing touch on his shaft, moving in a steady rhythm, deliberately slow. He tried to thrust his hips against the twin in order to speed up, but the other held him firmly around the waist with his second hand.
"Saes... saes,"
"Patience, Legolas, the best is yet to come."
Suddenly Elladan threw his head back when his brother flicked his tongue against his opening, teasing and stretching slightly. When he removed his tongue only to insert some fingers he felt his knees give in. Elrohir slowly laid his brother on the bed and winked at Legolas who had been watching them silently with passion-filled eyes.
"He is ready for you, pen-vain."
Legolas grinned. He placed a feverish kiss on Elrohir's lips before taking place between Elladan's knees. Swiftly he moved Elladan's tighs over his shoulder and positioned himself. With one fluid movement he entered the twin's heat, groaning at the tightness and warmth.
He sensed Elrohir behind him, preparing him with his fingers. And then the wisdom came. Surely Elrohir wouldn't while he was still...
His sudden scream was immediately stopped by Elrohir's hand on his mouth.
"Shh, melethron, or everyone will hear of our nightly activities [lover]," Elladan whispered. When Legolas nodded he released his hold and moved his hand instead on Legolas' hips, holding him in place. Then he withdrew und pushed forcefully back into Legolas' heat. Again and again, each thrust faster than the former, stronger than the former, leaving all three of them gasping for air and trembling for more.
"Come for us," was the last whisper Legolas heard before the night danced with the light and the stars sang with their union. They collapsed, shivering and too exhausted to move.
Legolas shook his head weakly, trying to fight the soothing darkness. As if reading his mind, Elrohir circled his waist and embraced him tightly.
"Sleep here, my lovely. We will awake before dawn and you will have enough time to get to your chambers unnoticed."
Relieved Legolas nodded, sighing deeply. For the first time in ages he actually felt content and warm. A good feeling, he decided when he finally yielded to sleep, his eyes loosing their sparkling shimmer and becoming vacant.
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The first thing he noticed was the sun shining into his eyes. His orbs slowly came into focus and he looked around, feeling strangely disoriented.
'Not my room,' was his first coherent thought. 'The sun warms my room in the afternoon.'
With this cognition his senses set in again. Dark hair, sweat, so sweet. The twins. He was in Elladan's room. Pleased with this knowledge he leaned back again, enjoying the motionless hands on his skin.
A moment later he opened his eyes again.
Morning! They had overslept!
And as if to confirm his realization he heard voices outside the door, humming and singing, walking and talking softly in the early hours after dawn. Just as he was about to get up from the bed and leave he heard a sharp knocking at the door. Before he had even the chance to answer the door was opened and a familiar figure entered.
"Elladan, have you seen Legolas somewhere, I went to his chamber and...." shocked grey eyes met blue ones and Aragorn trailed off, visibly at a loss for what to do. His eyes wandered from Legolas form to the blinking twins.
Elrohir shielded his face from the sun. "Estel?" he muttered drowsily.
"I'm... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to - I didn't know!" the ranger apologized flustered.
"Aragorn, wait, let me explain," Legolas said, panic creeping into his voice.
"I don't thinkg there is anything left to explain, Legolas," Isildur's heir shook his head weakly, numbly, "I will... take my leave now. And..." He shook his head again, his hair mimicing his movement. He turned around and closed the door, vanishing from Legolas' view.
"Don't worry, Legolas. Arwen and Aragorn have caught us kissing once. We already told them that there is more than brotherly love between us and they hold no grudge against us." Elrohir tried to calm the hyperventilating Elf.
Legolas jumped out of the bed and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on in a hurry and rushing for the door.
No, no, no, please, Elbereth, no... his mind screamed over and over again, while his eyes tried to seek out Aragorn. He was nowhere to be seen and Legolas knew that if the ranger didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found. Elbereth, why...
The Elf raised a shaking hand to his head and then made his way to the gardens. Solitude would help him to cope with the situation he hoped. Would help him clear his head.
Shakily he sat down on the grass, drawing his knees up to his chest. Now he had lost it all. As if it wasn't enough that love was an impossible issue for him. Now Aragorn's friendship was one as well. After having seen him with his two brothers... what would Aragorn think of him? A whore? A slut?
He had forfeit Aragorn's respect for a single night of freedom and happiness. But what was one moment of bliss against the darkness that was there to follow.
"Deep in thoughts my prince?" a familiar voice taunted and Legolas wanted to scream.
"Not now. Saes, not now," he said quietly, as if to himself. Blue eyes filled with anguish and sorrow looked up to see their ice cold counterparts.
"You truly fucked up, this time, didn't you," his image continued, as if he hadn't heard Legolas. As an old friend would, the figure sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Legolas didn't find the strength to react.
"Want me to tell you something?" The other said lowly, moving closer to the Elf. Legolas shook his head weakly.
"Well, too bad, cause I will tell you anyway." With his second hand he removed a strand of hair from his face.
"Do you know he broke up with her?"
Now Legolas' eyes widened. He stared at his own reflection.
"Don't look at me, it's true. He broke up with her yesterday." The cold Elf laughed loudly. "He broke up for you! He told her so himself! He left the Evenstar for you!"
Legolas' body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"She had asked him to hold her one last time. To let her engrave this memory to her heart so that she would have a part of him forever with her. She asked him for a last kiss. And after all she had done for him, he granted her this wish."
"You lie..."
"And this was the scene you walking into. Seeing them kissing. And I could barely keep myself from laughing. All because of a silly misunderstanding. You lost everything because of a silly misunderstanding!"
"You lie! You lie! You lie!!!" he sobbed, clutching his heart.
The other removed his hand from Legolas' shoulder and stood up.
"You could be his and you have messed up everything. This was your last chance, I hope you realized this." He leaned down, smiling smugly.
"You could have been his. And now you're mine."
AN: Damn scene took me quite some time
Warnings: The rating is not R for fun. Sexual content here. Don't read it if you feel offended by male/mal intimacy!!
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Drowning
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Elrohir slowly lifted his chin from Legolas' shoulder to look into the younger one's blue eyes inquiringly. The Wood-Elf was shivering ever so slightly, then he turned his head away to look onto the floor. He could feel Elladan's body stiffen against his back.
"Shall your offer still stand, that is..." he said slowly, insecurity creeping into his voice.
Elrohir cupped the blond one's face with his palms and softly forced him to look up. They watched each other for an eternity then the twin's lips curved up into a wonderful smile. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Legolas', their lips almost touching.
"It would be our honour, my prince."
Legolas' eyes widened at the all too familiar endearment, but before he could react to it, he felt Elrohir's tender lips on his own. It was a kiss free of any passion, rather with the goal to taste each other for the first time. Legolas closed his eyes to savor the twin's skilled ministrations, when he suddenly became aware of Elladan's fingers slipping under his tunic, playing with the outline of his fabric. The elder brother then captured his ear with his mouth and sucked lightly. Legolas' body responded immediately by aching his back and leaning further into the twin. He gasped when Elladan first nibbled, then bit into the pointed edge of his ear and Elrohir took the invitation for what it was and slipped his tongue into the warm mouth of the prince, deepening their contact and igniting the flames of passion.
Then the twin drew back from their kiss and locked eyes with his brother, a smile still gracing his face. "I think it is time to move to a chamber, brother dearest." He stroked Legolas' face lightly and the Sindarin Elf opened his eyes halfway.
Legolas felt Elladan's hands withdraw from his stomach only to be replaced on his wrist.
"Let us hurry then." He breathed against Legolas' sensitive ear before gently tugging on his hand, moving him to the direction of the twin's room.
The chamber was not small nor huge. Wooden funitures served to decorate the place, creating a warm atmosphere. On one side of the wall there was a bow, beneath it a shelter with some arrows in it, both properly nursed and oviously often used. In the middle of the room was a bed, from its position nearly directly under the huge window, Legolas anticipanted that whoever twin this room belonged to was kissed by the sun every morn when dawn broke above Imladris. To the left there was a connecting door, probably to the bathroom. It was wooden as well with a finely crafted carving on it.
"I take it you like my room, pen-vain [beautiful one]," Elladan said, leading the amazed prince to the bed.
"More like our room, gwanunig [twin brother]," Elrohir contradicted with a laughter in his voice. "I sleep here quite often, keeping my poor brother company in his lonely nights," he then explained. Suddenly his face turned serious. "Father must not know. Nor anyone else. Although bedding males is natural among our kind, the love between the own blood is not highly looked upon. We trust you with this secret, promise us you will keep it well."
"I promise on my honour that no word will escape my lips concerning your relationship," the prince answered without hesistation.
Elrohir's face instantly turned playful at the blonde's words. "Nothing less was expected from you, fair prince. Nevertheless," he added slyly, almost as an afterthought, "nevertheless it is not a word I long to hear from your lips right now."
In one fluid motion he glided forward and placed both hands on the Sindarin's shoulders, bringing him down onto the bed. He bend over the prince's lithe form to seek again the contact he lost during their way here.
Elrohir ran his tongue over Legolas's lips, pulling away when the prince sought to deepen the contact. Finally Thranduil's youngest moaned in frustration and put his arms around Elrohir, trying to close the distance.
"Greedy aren't we?" Elrohir teased before crashing his lips down onto Legolas' forcefully, granting the prince what he silently pleaded for. He was allowed entrance immediately and took the invitation to sweep his tongue inside.
When the mattress was pressed down lightly Elrohir drew back looking at his twin with a smirk.
"He tastes wonderful," he stated. The other raised one eyebrown.
"Indeed so? Mayhaps I just have to see for myself in case you judged wrongly, gwanur melui [lovely brother]." He bent forward to place a single kiss on Legolas' forehead, then moving down, tracing the face until he reached the desired goal.
"You two truly are a sight to behold." Elrohir grinned, watching both Elves kiss fiercly. He moved down and placed a hand on Legolas' waist, removing his tunic just a little to gain access to the pale skin underneath. He guided his fingertips with feather light movement and felt Legolas' heart beat faster in return.
"Still I would appreciate it, if there were not all those unneccessary cloths between us. Dare I assume it might be quite hot in them?" He pushed the green fabric of Legolas' tunic up to prove his point. Elladan released his captive's lips and moved back, watching his brother motionlessly, like a cat lurking for its prey.
"You were right," he murmured then, "he really is delicious. And we haven't even tasted all of him yet."
Legolas drew himself up on his elbows and smiled seductively. With one fluid movement he sat up and reached for Elladan's tunic, yanking it above the twin's head and tossing it to the ground, uncaring where it landed.
He eyed the exposed skin and then whispered, "beautiful..."
"Well, I am glad you are satisfied," Elladan laughed, his tune light. "But you should seriously consider undressing yourself or I might just have to tear off your clothes. And while Elrohir here could always borrow mine until he reached his chambers without somebody noticing it, I am quite sure that people would indeed wonder why the prince walked around in the clothing of the Lord's son."
Smirking Legolas undid the clip of his cloak. "At least you would not let me walk back naked. Now that would write history!"
"Enough talk, fair prince," Elrohir said suddenly and Legolas abruptly became aware that the twin had already removed his clothes. The younger brother changed position and came down on Legolas' lap, effectively confine his legs in between his own. Before Legolas knew what happened, Elrond's son had already raised his arms and rid him of his tunic. He pushed Legolas back on the bed and looked over his shoulder to see his twin brother behind him, already stripped as well. Erohir grinned at him, placing one arm on his brother's stomach while leaning down to the prince, slowly moving his other hand up to imitate the touch he was already performing on his brother. He earned a similar reaction from them both: closing of eyes, hitching of breaths. He almost laughed at how alike they looked in their passion, and how very different they still were. His brother a dark and his prince an innocent seducement, although he definately had his share of lovers, if his ability to kiss was any indication to it. They also smelled differently. While his brother was of lavender and fresh wind the other was of rosewood and vanilla. Both of them shockingly intoxicating.
Deciding to taste more of it, he helped his brother removing Legolas' boots and his breeches, enabling them the alluring sight of the prince's well shaped body underneath them.
"Perfect in every way." Elladan whispered. He approached Mirkwood's child and slowly caught on peak with his mouth, encircling it with his tongue, while pinching the other with his hand. Legolas sucked his breath, his body leaning into the caress.
"So you like that?" Elrohir asked slyly, joining his brother by raking his nails over the smooth skin. Legolas answer was a soft moan which escaped his lips before he could stop it. Elrohir laughed and withdrew. Elladan would take care of the prince for now that he was sure of - and he was able to say that he could certainly speak from own experience. He slid off the bed and went to the nearby desk, opening one drawer and bringing forth a small flask. He opened it and the room was immediately filled by an almond- orange-ish smell. Then he resumed his place behind his brother. Elrohir poured a good amout of the fragrant liquid on his hands before bringing his hand on his Elladan's back, kneading his flesh softly.
His brother purred against Legolas' skin, the vibration sending electricity through the Sindarin Elf. He moaned again - louder this time - and raised his hand to Elrohir, slowly stroking the twin's length with skillful movements.
"Ai, Elbereth...."
Elladan took the bottle from his brother and rubbed the oil into his hands. A shiver ran through Legolas' body when he felt the enticing touch on his shaft, moving in a steady rhythm, deliberately slow. He tried to thrust his hips against the twin in order to speed up, but the other held him firmly around the waist with his second hand.
"Saes... saes,"
"Patience, Legolas, the best is yet to come."
Suddenly Elladan threw his head back when his brother flicked his tongue against his opening, teasing and stretching slightly. When he removed his tongue only to insert some fingers he felt his knees give in. Elrohir slowly laid his brother on the bed and winked at Legolas who had been watching them silently with passion-filled eyes.
"He is ready for you, pen-vain."
Legolas grinned. He placed a feverish kiss on Elrohir's lips before taking place between Elladan's knees. Swiftly he moved Elladan's tighs over his shoulder and positioned himself. With one fluid movement he entered the twin's heat, groaning at the tightness and warmth.
He sensed Elrohir behind him, preparing him with his fingers. And then the wisdom came. Surely Elrohir wouldn't while he was still...
His sudden scream was immediately stopped by Elrohir's hand on his mouth.
"Shh, melethron, or everyone will hear of our nightly activities [lover]," Elladan whispered. When Legolas nodded he released his hold and moved his hand instead on Legolas' hips, holding him in place. Then he withdrew und pushed forcefully back into Legolas' heat. Again and again, each thrust faster than the former, stronger than the former, leaving all three of them gasping for air and trembling for more.
"Come for us," was the last whisper Legolas heard before the night danced with the light and the stars sang with their union. They collapsed, shivering and too exhausted to move.
Legolas shook his head weakly, trying to fight the soothing darkness. As if reading his mind, Elrohir circled his waist and embraced him tightly.
"Sleep here, my lovely. We will awake before dawn and you will have enough time to get to your chambers unnoticed."
Relieved Legolas nodded, sighing deeply. For the first time in ages he actually felt content and warm. A good feeling, he decided when he finally yielded to sleep, his eyes loosing their sparkling shimmer and becoming vacant.
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The first thing he noticed was the sun shining into his eyes. His orbs slowly came into focus and he looked around, feeling strangely disoriented.
'Not my room,' was his first coherent thought. 'The sun warms my room in the afternoon.'
With this cognition his senses set in again. Dark hair, sweat, so sweet. The twins. He was in Elladan's room. Pleased with this knowledge he leaned back again, enjoying the motionless hands on his skin.
A moment later he opened his eyes again.
Morning! They had overslept!
And as if to confirm his realization he heard voices outside the door, humming and singing, walking and talking softly in the early hours after dawn. Just as he was about to get up from the bed and leave he heard a sharp knocking at the door. Before he had even the chance to answer the door was opened and a familiar figure entered.
"Elladan, have you seen Legolas somewhere, I went to his chamber and...." shocked grey eyes met blue ones and Aragorn trailed off, visibly at a loss for what to do. His eyes wandered from Legolas form to the blinking twins.
Elrohir shielded his face from the sun. "Estel?" he muttered drowsily.
"I'm... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to - I didn't know!" the ranger apologized flustered.
"Aragorn, wait, let me explain," Legolas said, panic creeping into his voice.
"I don't thinkg there is anything left to explain, Legolas," Isildur's heir shook his head weakly, numbly, "I will... take my leave now. And..." He shook his head again, his hair mimicing his movement. He turned around and closed the door, vanishing from Legolas' view.
"Don't worry, Legolas. Arwen and Aragorn have caught us kissing once. We already told them that there is more than brotherly love between us and they hold no grudge against us." Elrohir tried to calm the hyperventilating Elf.
Legolas jumped out of the bed and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on in a hurry and rushing for the door.
No, no, no, please, Elbereth, no... his mind screamed over and over again, while his eyes tried to seek out Aragorn. He was nowhere to be seen and Legolas knew that if the ranger didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found. Elbereth, why...
The Elf raised a shaking hand to his head and then made his way to the gardens. Solitude would help him to cope with the situation he hoped. Would help him clear his head.
Shakily he sat down on the grass, drawing his knees up to his chest. Now he had lost it all. As if it wasn't enough that love was an impossible issue for him. Now Aragorn's friendship was one as well. After having seen him with his two brothers... what would Aragorn think of him? A whore? A slut?
He had forfeit Aragorn's respect for a single night of freedom and happiness. But what was one moment of bliss against the darkness that was there to follow.
"Deep in thoughts my prince?" a familiar voice taunted and Legolas wanted to scream.
"Not now. Saes, not now," he said quietly, as if to himself. Blue eyes filled with anguish and sorrow looked up to see their ice cold counterparts.
"You truly fucked up, this time, didn't you," his image continued, as if he hadn't heard Legolas. As an old friend would, the figure sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Legolas didn't find the strength to react.
"Want me to tell you something?" The other said lowly, moving closer to the Elf. Legolas shook his head weakly.
"Well, too bad, cause I will tell you anyway." With his second hand he removed a strand of hair from his face.
"Do you know he broke up with her?"
Now Legolas' eyes widened. He stared at his own reflection.
"Don't look at me, it's true. He broke up with her yesterday." The cold Elf laughed loudly. "He broke up for you! He told her so himself! He left the Evenstar for you!"
Legolas' body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"She had asked him to hold her one last time. To let her engrave this memory to her heart so that she would have a part of him forever with her. She asked him for a last kiss. And after all she had done for him, he granted her this wish."
"You lie..."
"And this was the scene you walking into. Seeing them kissing. And I could barely keep myself from laughing. All because of a silly misunderstanding. You lost everything because of a silly misunderstanding!"
"You lie! You lie! You lie!!!" he sobbed, clutching his heart.
The other removed his hand from Legolas' shoulder and stood up.
"You could be his and you have messed up everything. This was your last chance, I hope you realized this." He leaned down, smiling smugly.
"You could have been his. And now you're mine."