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"Lad, wait up, you walk to fast with those ridiculous long legs of yours." The voice brought a smile to Legolas's face. Off all the people he had expected to see this was the one he had missed the most. Gimli, his dwarf friend, and one of the most important persons in his life, not that he would ever pass word of that to the Dwarf.
He only wondered what brought Gimli out in the middle of the night as he was walking back to his room. He turned and waited for Gimli to catch up, the dwarf stood before him, looking at him before he said. "Lad, shouldn't you be sleeping?"
Legolas turned and started walking again. "Master Dwarf, you should know by now that I need far less sleep then other mortals' do, what brings you out here?"
"I was merely paying my respects to the lovely Lady Arwen. It is such a shame for Aragorn, he must be so sad." Gimli said, trailing off. Legolas smiled at the though about how "sad" Aragorn was, he could still taste the man's tongue in his mouth.
"Have you heard the rumours?" Legolas casually asked.
"Aye, about Aragorn having another one on the side. T'is crazy, I mean the man was very much in love with the lady but even if he loved another being, Aragorn would go out of his way to make the one he cares for happy and he must have cared for Arwen somehow because why else would you agree to marry her?" Gimli began. Legolas felt himself tremble, how could he ever belief himself to hold Aragorn's heart when as Gimli said; it was Arwen's for such a very long time.
"What's wrong, Lad? Are you cold?" Gimli asked concern in his voice.
Legolas shook his head, he felt tears sting in his eyes, how could this happen, he had never cried in front of anybody. He could not support his own weight and sank to his knees while everything he had bottled up inside of himself for the past 3 weeks came crashing down on him. It had been too much, being there for Aragorn and not even having time for himself to sit down and sort out his feelings, this was bad.
"Should I go and get somebody?" Gimli asked concerned while he put his hand on the Elf's shoulder. Legolas shook his head and attempted to smile, he failed miserably. "Nay Master Dwarf, I will be fine."
"You do not look so good. Are you sure I should not go and get somebody? Anybody? Your father perhaps or Elrond, maybe you need a healer." Gimli kept on naming people, from Thranduil to Faramir. Legolas nearly had to shout his friend's name and soon he was silent and he answered. "I have not had time to deal with my feelings properly, it is hard to explain, if you must get somebody, get Aragorn." Legolas gently explained.
The Dwarf's eyes went large at the man's name and wanted to ask but thought better of it; Legolas merely shook his head and answered. "Just get him, Gimli, save your questions for later."
The Dwarf nodded and Legolas sat cross legged on the floor while his friend's heavy footfall came further away. He sank back down against the wall, closing his eyes and searching deep down inside of himself to try and find the peace, why did this have to happen now? He winced when pain soared through his stomach; putting his hand there he slowly calmed himself. The pain came back to him on nights like this, when he was mentally vulnerable. It was from where he was struck with a blade years before he met Aragorn.
Hurrying footsteps along the hall told him that both of them were coming back. He could hear his love arguing with Gimli, about no doubt what was ailing him. Soon both of them came into view, Aragorn stopped before him and at down on his knees. "Meleth, what is wrong?"
Looking him in the eye, Legolas slowly answered. "Nothing that a little bit of time apart from all of this won't cure." Aragorn nodded, understanding the Elf's need for solitude. Legolas stood up, nearly falling over when the pain in his stomach became unbearable. Aragorn caught him, ignoring Gimli's protests off getting a healer. "Legolas, seas (please) meleth, tell me what is wrong so I can help you?"
"It is nothing." Legolas gasped out. "This hardly seems like nothing." Gimli piped in.
Aragorn still held the Elf, trying to make out what was ailing his beloved. At the look Aragorn was giving him, Legolas swallowed his pride and answered. "My stomach, a wound off old, it pains me when I am vulnerable." He stopped when he felt Aragorn's hand slip underneath his tunic. The images that sprang to mind would have been enough to make the Elf take Aragorn here and now if Gimli had not been present.
Aragorn had second thoughts while he still felt around Legolas's stomach, the Elf was right there was no wound, which meant the pain was mostly mental. He could feel his lust for the blond Elf growing, he had to remove his hand now or deal with the consequences when they would become visible, which would be fairly soon. He saw Legolas's blue eyes darken with lust, how had he resisted him for so long?
"So what is ailing him?" Gimli interrupted them both. The dwarf looked from the Elf to the man and back to the Elf. Legolas reluctantly wiggled free of the man's embrace and raised an eyebrow when he felt that Aragorn had not yet removed his hand from his stomach.
Aragorn removed his hand and said in a rasp voice from lust. "Nothing, at least not that I can feel, I would need to exterminate him fully to see what I can find." A seductive smile was playing on his lips. Legolas's mouth nearly dropped, he had never known the man to be so blunt. Gimli as usual was not paying attention to these things and answered. "Aye, I think he is right, you should go with him and let him examine you." It was combined with a nod. "And don't you dare to get out of this one, lad; I will tie you to the bed.
"Don't worry, Gimli, I will freely go with Aragorn. No need to tie me to anything." Legolas answered, resting a hand lightly on his stomach, he could feel the pain beginning to subside while he felt his mind relax. There was one thing Aragorn could do well, and that was relax him.
"Why don't you two go and I will check in with you tomorrow morning?" Gimli suggested, pushing the both of them towards Aragorn's room. Aragorn nodded towards the Dwarf, grabbed Legolas's hand and slipped an arm around the Elf's narrow waist, guiding him.
Within moments they were standing once again in Aragorn's room. The man closed the door and locked it, turning around to tell Legolas to lie down on the bed.
The Elf did as he was asked, just looking at the man. Aragorn sat down next to him on the bed and answered after giving the Elf a heated kiss. "I want to see for myself if you are alright." Legolas merely smiled before he nodded, telling the man to continue. That was all that Aragorn needed to pull Legolas's tunic up enough to display the Elf's well defined stomach.
Aragorn kept his gaze at Legolas's face while his finger trailed the muscles of Legolas's abdomen. The look of pleasure on Legolas's face was enough to make Aragorn sigh in knowledge that this Elf belonged to him. Legolas had his eyes closed and a smile was playing on his lips.
Aragorn removed his hand and Legolas's eyes snapped open. The man smiled, it was a sweet smile before he answered. "I still don't know where the pain comes from. I have to exanimate you, not lay with you."
"Not yet." Legolas commented, grabbing the human's hand, laying it in the middle of his stomach. "There, you might still be able to see the scar, I caught a blade there." Aragorn bent down where his hand lingered and while looking closely, he answered. "I cannot see a thing." Before he placed a kiss where his hand had been a second before and then moving once again to Legolas's mouth. The Elf accepting the man without question, wrapping his arms around Aragorn's chest and pulling him down on top of him. Legolas deepened their kiss, kissing his love with a passion that was unknown to any of them. When he broke apart, he said in a husk voice. "Not long more, meleth before you are mine. Mere days before we leave for Ithilien, then I will make you scream." Aragorn blushed at the comment before he claimed the Elf's lips as his own again.
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