Discl. : Lotr does not belong to me
Warnings: AU, M/M,
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Glorfindel/Erestor
Author's Note: Here's another update for you guys! Please review!

A Love Once Realized
By Clio Leanan Sidhe

Chapter fifteen

At the end of the week Rivendell filled with visitors who were there for only one reason, the future of the ring. Legolas watched them from the balcony, looking down at the men who had come. He remember Aragorn telling him who they were and recognized one of the men as Boromir, the steward of Gondor. Legolas hands tightened around the rail of the balcony as he watched Boromir. He could all ready feel a dislike towards the man but he did not know where it came from.

Legolas stepped back when he saw Boromir look up towards him. He tried to ignore the stares of the man and rested his eyes on someone else. He couldn't help but groan in annoyance as he saw a dwarf.

"Legolas?"

Legolas turned and smiled at his companion. He turned to look at the guests again and heard Aragorn next to him. A warm tingling feeling ran through his body when he felt Aragorn's hand resting on his lower back. He looked at Aragorn, taking in the tensed appearance of his lover. "What is wrong?" He asked, wondering.

Aragorn looked at the blonde elf, his face weary. "The faith of the ring will be decided in two days," Aragorn started. "I might need to leave again."

Legolas nodded and all though he felt Aragorn's words heavily press down on his shoulders he tried to hide it. "You will not return as quickly if you leave once again."

Aragorn nodded, knowing Legolas was right about this.

Legolas sighed and rested his head against Aragorn's shoulder. "The faith of the ring will hold the faith of so many others," He whispered and watched as Elrond greeted his guests below. "It scares me..."

"Aragorn?" They were interrupted by a servant.

Aragorn turned to look at the elf and nodded. "Yes?"

"Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you, he is waiting for you."

Aragorn nodded and dismissed the servant before turning back to look at his companion. He took Legolas' hands and kissed the back of each of them. "I'll return to you as soon as possible."

Legolas nodded and watched Aragorn leave with a heavy feeling in his stomach. He leaned against the rail and crossed his arms, thinking to himself. Wind brushed strands of hair into his face which he carefully tucked back behind his pointed ear. He could hear voices from below him, the heavy grunting voice of the dwarf woke him from his thoughts and he turned to look down at the two dwarfs who spoke to each other, not knowing that anyone could hear them.

"I don't like these elves." One of them grunted, looking suspiciously around.

The other shrugged. "Don't make to much out of it Gimli, we will soon be gone again." The other said and placed a thick hand on the other's shoulder.

"Before you know it they bewitch you..." The one called Gimli decided.

Legolas watched them and frowned.

"What are you looking at?"

Legolas turned his head and smiled to see Arwen standing behind him, watching him with interest. He pointed towards the dwarfs and opened his mouth to explain. "Typical dwarfs." Legolas told her and watched them once again.

Arwen looked at them and frowned. "It is strange to see so many races in Rivendell." She decided and watched as the dwarfs continued their silly conversation about how elves could bewitch you with their voice and with spells. "Do they think of us as witches?" She asked, slightly confused.

Legolas nodded. "It seems that way."

Arwen couldn't help but laugh, finding that thought absurd and rather ridiculous. "Let us go inside, a feast is going to be held in honour of our guests, we have to get ready."

Legolas nodded and let himself be leaded back inside by Arwen, pulled through the halls until they reached the chambers which belonged to Aragorn and Legolas. Along the way they had passed some other elves which they had greeted with a quick nod of the head out of politeness.

Arwen opened the doors to Legolas' chambers and stepped inside. She placed Legolas on the bed and quickly made her way to the closet where Legolas kept his clothes, she rummaged through it, ignoring Legolas who was telling her he did not need her help.

Arwen pulled out light blue robes, the fabric soft against her skin. "You should wear this." She decided with a smug smile and turned to show it Legolas.

Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing he would not be able to stop her. "Very well." He agreed with her and got up, taking the robes from her hands. "If it makes you happy." He muttered softly.

Arwen just smiled and returned to the closet looking around. When she turned around again Legolas was dressed in the robes. She smiled at the sight before her and clasped her hands together. "You look beautiful." She decided, watching him with interest. The high collar of the robes was decorated by silver thread, showing the familiar symbol's of Mirkwood, the leave like symbols ended around the middle of the tight sleeves and around the hands they were once again decorated. Arwen gave him a silver sash which would hold the robes together around his waist.

When Legolas was dressed she pulled him towards the small chair which stood in front of the mirror and placed him upon it, taking the small comb from the white ivory table. She undid his braids, taking her time.

Legolas watched Arwen in the mirror as she combed his hair and let it fall around his face without redoing the braids. She smiled and looked at him through the mirror, placing her hands on Legolas' shoulders. "You look nice like this."

Legolas frowned, brushing a hand through his hair, not used to it that he did not wear braids in it. He looked up when she placed something around his head, a small silver circlet which was given to him by his father before his wedding. He smiled and brushed over it with two fingers.

"Now, I need to dress too." Arwen decided and started to leave the chambers. "Will you wait for me?"

Legolas nodded and got up. "Of course."

Arwen grinned and thanked him before leaving.

O O O

Legolas looked around the room, slightly nervous. Many eyes were resting on him and he hated the attention, trying to hide from it by shielding his face with his hair. When he felt a hand on his shoulder he looked up with a smile, expecting his lover but instead he found the man who he had seen before, Boromir.

Boromir looked down at the elf and smiled, letting his hand fall back to his side. "You look rather uncomfortable." He decided, watching the blonde elf.

Legolas nodded. "Yes, I am." He laughed nervously for he did not like the man.

Boromir nodded. "I thought I saw that from across the floor." He told him and took his hand. "Do you wish to dance, maybe it will calm your nerves."

Legolas wished to say 'no' but he knew he had to be polite to the man and take the offer so he nodded slowly, following Boromir.

"What is your name?" Boromir asked, waiting for an answer as he pulled the elf slightly closer to him.

Legolas tensed, and glared at Boromir. "Why do you wish to know it?" He asked, making sure that there was enough space between the two of them.

Boromir smiled smugly. "Then I will know what to call you, I am Boromir from Gondor." Boromir said.

"Legolas." Legolas replied and looked around the room, he wished to find anyone who could take him away from the man he was dancing with. The man reeked of wine and it made Legolas wonder if he was drunk of sober. Then he remembered Boromir's words, he came from Gondor. "If you are from Gondor then I should tell you that I am the companion of Aragorn, son of Arathorn." When he saw Boromir's eyes fill with anger he smiled. "I see you know of whom I speak."

"Yes, I know," Boromir pulled away. "And let me tell you that Gondor does not need him..." He muttered before stalking away.

Legolas watched him leave and frowned, when Boromir was out of sight he made his way to the balcony where he found Aragorn. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Aragorn's waist, resting his head against the man's shoulder. "Why are you not inside?" Legolas asked, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment.

"I wished to be alone."

Legolas nodded and started to let go of Aragorn when he felt Aragorn's hands cover his own and keep them in place.

"That does not mean I do not want you here." Aragorn said, answering Legolas' silent question.

Legolas returned his head on Aragorn's shoulder and closed his eyes again, letting the soft breaths of Aragorn fill his ears, feeling his chest go up and down with the breaths he took. The feast inside continued and no one missed them so they stayed outside together until it was deep in the night. Neither said a word and just enjoyed the other's closeness.