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Aragorn opened his eyes and moaned softly, his neck hurt him really bad, which was not surprising when he found that he had fallen asleep on a wooden chair, true it was comfortable enough to just sit in but not to sleep in. Legolas was still snoozing in his lap, Aragorn's lap felt nice and warm, as did his chest, yet his left hand felt cold while it still lingered on the Elf's back.

He flexed his right hand, drawing a sign from Legolas while his eyes came back into focus. He smiled at Aragorn and answered. "Morning." Aragorn returned the smile and answered. "Nay, fair one, not yet, look the sun has not yet come up, it is still night. And I daresay I have to make a move for the bedroom for my neck is very stiff." He removed his hand from where it had strayed to Legolas's belly and brought it to his own neck, messaging the muscles there.

He shook his head while he saw Legolas bite on his lip and asked. "What is wrong?" Worried etched his features and the Elf did not look at him but answer instead to the floor. "Nothing." Aragorn moved the Elf's gaze to his own and he said. "Say that again while looking in my eyes."

The Elf tried to smile but failed miserably and he answered while dropping the act. "Nothing, I … it is stupid really... I am a grown Elf; I can not say this without sounding incredibly childish."

"You will not sound stupid, say it." Aragorn commented, mirth in his eyes. The Elf took a deep breath and while grinning slightly answered. "I was just overcome by a desire to cry when you removed your hand, silly really." He repeated, cocking his head to the side. Aragorn grinned and he said. "Why did you not say so, elf, I would have been happy to place my hands back on your stomach, or other places?" Legolas's eyes widen slightly and he answered. "No Estel, I will not have it, not on this chair, for I fear it will not hold us."

Aragorn did not reply but merely smiled and his hand was upon the Elf's stomach, tickling him, Legolas wiggled causing the chair to groan dangerously. Aragorn pretended not to hear it and soon he had Legolas squirm underneath his hand, trying to get away from the human. That was when the chair gave a final groan and both lovers found themselves on the floor.

Aragorn had to remove his hand to steady himself and Legolas rolled away from the Human, not wanting to hurt him when they fell. Aragorn sat up and smiled, laughing softly before he caught Legolas's expression of shock at the chair. "Well we do not have to worry about the chair anymore, now do we?" Aragorn commented, distracting a blush from the Elf.

Legolas was still slightly recovering from the fall and the shock they had from the chair that now lay broken beside him. He could not help when a moan escaped his lips when Aragorn's hand was on his chest. He still wore his shirt but Aragorn soon had it unbuttoned, where the Man had this skill from Legolas was curious.

Soon Aragorn's hand disappeared into his shirt and Legolas's eyes widen, this he certainly didn't remember from their times before. Then Aragorn's hand stroked his upper abdomen and Legolas could not help the moan from escaping his lips. The man's touch was feather light and Legolas closed his eyes, not helping the grin that spread out on his face.

Aragorn's hand gently tapped his cheek and the man said. "Come on, I want to see what I am doing to you." His smile was tender and his gaze light, asking for this favour. "Sure, meleth, what are you doing then?" Legolas softly asked.

Aragorn pushed the Elf back to the ground and answered while he brought his head closer the Elf's chest, he answered. "You shall see as you will probably feel it as well." He placed a kiss on the muscular chest and then licked it. He pushed away the fabric that got in the way of where he wanted to go and moved to the Elf's nipple, gently sucking and biting.

Legolas had trouble keeping his eyes open and he laughed softly when he felt Aragorn's beard tickle his skin. The man looked up from his spot and asked. "Is something the matter, Legolas?"

Legolas gazed down at the Human and answered. "Nay, merely enjoying your beard against my skin." Aragorn nodded and rested his ear on Legolas's chest, his head falling and rising in time with Legolas's chest. He closed his eyes briefly and he signed, Legolas looked at him in alarm and he asked. "Are you done already?"

Aragorn's eyes snapped open again and he said. "No, I was merely seeing if you were aroused yet." Legolas lifted his eyebrows and he said with a smile on his face. "Wrong direction to look, it is more to the South."

Aragorn turned and nodded before he looked back and said. "No not yet, I simply shall have to continue then." Aragorn rolled onto his elbow and he put a hand on Legolas's ribcage, his brow furred and Legolas asked, worried. "Is something wrong?"

"It seems like you are swelling around your ribs." A terrifying look was in his eyes and he pressed gently. Legolas yelped softly and Aragorn sat up straight, pulling the Elf up and resting him against his shoulder, asking. "What is this?"

Legolas gasped, trying to say. "Ouch… I got kicked there during a sparing match and it swelled, I was playing with the Hobbits and I didn't say anything." Aragorn shook his head at the Elf before he muttered, hands straying to Elf's ribs once more. "Damn you and your foolish pride, why didn't you tell me so I could have put something cold on it." He pressed again and Legolas hissed but Aragorn only shushed the Elf with a look before he said. "You must have been hit well, did you cough up blood? You broke a rib, Legolas you could have puncture a lung." He scowled the Elf, asking. "When did this happen?"

"Yesterday, I heard something crack and told Frodo it was merely a branch." Legolas answered, his face was pale and bands off sweat covered his forehead. Aragorn shook his head while he once again settled the Elf on the ground, careful this time off the injured rib. "I have to see if you haven't punctured anything, which is going to hurt, a lot." He finished, murmuring softly.

Legolas swallowed thickly, sitting up right again and said. "I am sorry, Estel, I should have said something, I thought it would go away, do not be mad at me." Aragorn looked at the Elf, eyes not darkened by anger but by understand while he slowly said. "Hush now, I am not really mad at you. It was worry for you that caused me to say this. I know that this is what you have been doing all your life, why should you stop now because we moved to something more powerful? Something beyond friendship, even with your father you would not do that." He smiled and pressed the Elf back again, waiting a minute for him to relax.

"It is going to hurt, Legolas, don't kick me." He warned, putting his ear on the Elf's chest and slowly evened his breathing to match Legolas, making sure that he was not to be distracted. He then pressed the rib, drawing gasps from Legolas, and the Elf closed his eyes while tears jumped in them, it was an understatement that it had hurt, and this was beyond belief. When Legolas thought he was going to lose conscious very soon or simply knock himself out, Aragorn straightened, his hand lingering on the Elf's chest and he slowly said. "You didn't puncture anything but I should have known that, else you would not be walking around now. I need to set the rib and then bind your chest and make sure that you do not overexetarate yourself, you need to rest, and it had been a long day yesterday and tonight had put some strain on you too."

Aragorn quickly left the room while Legolas got up, he was tired of lying on the floor, there was a bed and a couch nearby and they were comfy enough to lie on, he felt more tired, battling Aragorn was proven a harder challenge that he had anticipated. He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, he should have known better then to try and hide his injury from Aragorn, especially while they were so close now.

He was still debating between the bed and the couch when a hand on his shoulder startled him, he looked back to see Aragorn standing behind him. The man had gone to get his pack out of his room so he could treat the wound. "It is alright, Legolas, you have had more serious injuries then a broken rib, do not worry yourself, my beloved." Aragorn softly said while a smile graced his lips once more. Legolas turned to face the wall again and he felt Aragorn's hand tighten on his shoulder while the other one turned Legolas around to face him. The man had a wicked glint in his eyes and he said. "Come now, I know what is ailing you and I shall take care of it. If you are good then I will give you something later on."

Legolas smiled gently at the Human who tried to cheer him up and he cried in mock despair. "You never gave me anything before." Aragorn grinned and answered. "Yes, I did. I gave you something to knock you out afterwards. I am going to give you something completely else this time."

Legolas nodded and felt the Man pull at his shirt, removing it from his torso. Aragorn's eyes locked on the bruising that was covering Legolas's left side of his chest, the man didn't smile anymore and he reached out to touch the bruising, Legolas pulled away from him but Aragorn stopped his hand in mid air, saying. "Lie down so I can take a good look. The bed will do." Legolas did not move and Aragorn gently touched the Elf, asking. "Legolas?"

The Elf's eyes snapped back to his own and he said in a higher voice that made Aragorn even more worried. "Yes, sure." When the Elf had responded to him and had lied down Aragorn sat down on the bed, touching his stomach and saying. "What is it? You are not yourself, are you meleth?"

Legolas sat up and pulled his knees up to his chest, softly saying. "I am merely tired, meleth, and perhaps a little bit fearful of what you are planning on doing to me, I love you, you know that and you are a skilled healer but no matter what it still hurts."

Aragorn gently shoved the Elf, drawing a pained from the Elf before he gently said. "Do not worry, I will make you forget the pain you had after this, just relax and lie back and let my hands do their work." Aragorn smiled at him and Legolas could not help but smile back at the man's tender gaze before Aragorn helped the Elf turn on his side, facing with his back to Aragorn.

The man pulled out a small knife and after holding it over the fire to make sure it was clear, he drew a small cut where Legolas had broken his rib, he could hear Legolas's breathing change rapidly while the Elf prepared for the pain that was to come. When the cut was large enough Aragorn held his knife for Legolas to take and gently tapped the Elf's arm, moving it out of the way before he dug his fingers in the cut, feeling for the rib. He felt Legolas tense up underneath him and started to mumbling words underneath his breath.

It did not take long for him to find it and slowly he popped the rib back in place from the front, Legolas let out a small cry and sweat covered his pale skin. Aragorn quickly grabbed the bandages he had prepared and swiftly bound Legolas's chest, he was helped when Legolas popped himself up on his elbows. When he was done, he wiped his hands clean on his shirt and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Legolas eyed were closed while the Elf let himself fall backwards on the bed, Aragorn shook him and Legolas opened his eyes, they were dull with pain and Aragorn cursed himself for not noticing it sooner, Legolas's eyes had been dull last night but Aragorn figured it had something to do with the fact that he was tired, he had been wrong.

Slowly rubbing his Elf's hand he brought forth a small smile on the pale face of his lover, Aragorn lowered himself on the bed next to Legolas and rested his head on Legolas's shoulder, keeping in mind his injured rib. Legolas's breathing was uneven and Aragorn moved his hand to the Elf's chest, feeling the heart beat against his palm. He kept his hand there while he asked. "Does it trouble you to take a breath?"

Legolas smiled gently while he looked at the worried face of his love and answered. "It hurts; it takes a little while for me to conquer this pain." Aragorn looked at him before he asked. "Do you want me to give you something for the pain?"

Legolas brought his face closer to Aragorn's and said. "Nay, I wish for you to give yourself to me, if you want to." He kissed the human, feeling Aragorn respond he deepened their kiss, Aragorn's hand strayed to his side and Legolas's softly whimpered when the man's hand brushed his rib. Aragorn pulled back answering. "You are too tired, sleep. You shall feel better in the morning." Legolas did not argue instead rolled up against Aragorn and drifted off, proving how tired he had been. Aragorn watched him sleep before his eyelids grew heavy and he too fell asleep.

Little did the two lovers know that at that point a very angry Elven Lord rode to Ithilien.

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