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Note: So here it is Aragorn and Legolas' wedding. This will be the one of the last chapters of this story but there will be a sequel since so many of you have voted for a mpreg, so we have not seen the last of Aragorn and Legolas yet. This story turned out shorted then I expected but I kind of like it. Anyway let's begin. Some parts are in Elvish.
Aragorn placed his hand on the window sill while he continued to look into the night, seeing the light of the city of Valmar and hearing the raging waters of the sea. He sighed, and turned back to the empty bed. He wanted to sleep, but sleep would not come. Desires and thoughts of Legolas kept him awake. It had been a little bit over a week since he had heard the decision that had allowed him to stay in Valinor.
He leaned his head against the window, letting out a tired groan when the cool breeze filtered through the open door. It managed to cool off his burning skin, but not his soul. His soul was crying out for Legolas, for his lover's touch and the need to feel the elf's arms around him once again. Today was going to be the wedding, but Aragorn would swear that this week was the longest week of his whole life.
He looked back to the bed once more but did not move. Right now he was in the halls of his father, Elrond. Legolas was about a 20 minute walk away , in Thranduil's halls. His mind was actually thinking of ways to reach the elf's halls. Aragorn blinked in surprise; surely he could wait until tonight when he would be able to bond with Legolas, but only to get through this night and the day ahead.
"What are you doing up at this hour, Estel?" Elrohir's voice was soft and surprisingly awake for this hour. The man did not bother to turn, instead answering. "I could not sleep." He heard Elrohir step into the room, but the elf did not close the door behind him, while he asked. "What is keeping you awake?"
Aragorn did not laugh at the question. Indeed, what was keeping him awake. The mind consuming thoughts of Legolas, or the feeling of being nervous, for today had something to do with it. Or was it the heat that spread through him no matter which way he turned. Perhaps, it was the fact that he was once again, if only for a short time, without Legolas. "I miss Legolas." The words escaped his lips without thinking.
"I know you do Aragorn, but today is your wedding day and then you two can be together for all eternity. But that is not really what is keeping you awake, now is it gwador?" Elrohir touched Aragorn shoulder and guided him to an empty seat. The man sat down without a second thought and began speaking. Laying his heart bare and finally telling somebody everything that had been bothering him since last week. "I do not know if Legolas should marry me, he is a prince of the elves. He should not have to marry a human. A human who does not even have a right to be here. I cannot stop thinking about him. This very week seems to be longer then the whole 110 years that I spent without him. What if this marriage will not work out? Then what sever the bond?" He paused to take a breath and looked back up at Elrohir when the elf chuckled softly.
"Ah yes. Well Aragorn, normally elves take a year to see if they are right for each other before thinking of marriage. You have spent 110 years apart to find that out. When you asked Legolas, your heart was in it…" He was interrupted when Aragorn cried. "But what if this will not work out?"
"Do you love Legolas?" Elrohir's voice was controlled. "Yes, of course." Aragorn made it sound as if how in the world Elrohir could ask such a thing.
"How deep does that love run? What does it feel like?" Elrohir pulled Aragorn back so the human was resting against the back of the chair. "I would give up my life to make him happy. But I wish to fight for him because he is mine. It feels right, and when we are apart like now, everything I do makes me think of him. I feel like I am on fire if he is not near me, or touching me. I feel like I am less of a person when he is not next to me, or when we are not bonded. I can hardly describe what it feels like; all I know is that it feels right when we are together, like we belong here, with each other. He does not deserve to be with anybody else but me, because I am worthy of him…" A shocked silence fell, when Aragorn became aware of what he was saying.
"I do not think you need my help, Estel. If you could have heard yourself speak just then, what you are saying is right and you can see that you heart is truly in it. So do you really think that what you said to me is true?" Elrohir smiled at him. "No, I suppose not." Aragorn answered, a bit stunned.
"Then if you feel this way and Legolas feels the same way and he shares the same passion and love for you, why not go through with it. You do believe Legolas loves you, do you not?" Elrohir only received a nod in return but it was all the confirmation he needed so instead he asked. "Do you wish for me to stay with you, Aragorn?"
The man gave a tired nod before standing up and walking to the bed. "Do you also wish to have your other brother here?" Elladan voiced the question from the doorway. "How long have you been standing there?" Elrohir smiled at his little brother and then he answered. "I think long enough to hear most of your conversation."
Aragorn groaned, and allowed himself to fall face first on the bed. He grinned when two hands turned him on his back and he was tugged up further on the bed. He laughed when both of his brothers descended on him and started tickling him. Eventually he begged for them to stop and they did. Aragorn lay panting on the bed, arms spread wide.
Both elves curled up next to him and Aragorn remembered when he was a child and they'd curl up to him like that in the big bed he slept in. Elrohir slipped his arm around Aragorn's waist while he rested his head on the man's shoulder. Elladan frowned before he cast a look at Aragorn, seeing as the man was half asleep, eyes half open but the elf asked anyway. "Aragorn, do you mind if I take a look at your stomach?"
Aragorn's eyes snapped back open and he stuttered. "What for?" He lifted up his head, catching the attention of Elrohir, who looked his brother in the eye but did not say a word. "I just want to check something, that is all, Mellon." Elladan answered. Aragorn did not like it when his brothers called him Mellon; it usually meant something was wrong.
He made a gesture with his head before relaxing back against the pillow. He knew that Elladan would not touch him unless he was comfortable and relaxed. He could feel Elrohir relax against him once more but the elf had removed his arm from around his waist. Elladan lifted up his shirt before he touched Aragorn's stomach briefly, but even then the man yelped causing Elrohir to snap back up and snap at his brother. "You are hurting him, Dan. What are you looking for anyway?"
"No, Ro, it is alright. He is not hurting me. Colds hands that is all." Aragorn stammered, laying his head back with a groan. Elladan shook his head as he watched Elrohir watching him like a hawk before he mumbled something, while pulling the man's shirt down again. He curled up against his younger brother. "Did you find anything?" Aragorn asked light-heartedly as he felt both of his brothers relax against him once more. "No, perhaps nothing has happened yet. Go to sleep, you have a long day ahead of you." Elladan smiled reassuring at him and watching with satisfaction as Aragorn finally fell asleep.
The next day dawned bright and early. It was a beautiful spring day, but it did not do anything to help Aragorn's nerves. He did everything that they told him, but all he could really think about was Legolas. He donned the clothes that his brothers had picked out for him, not even bothering about the colours of his clothes. When he looked in the mirror he found that they dressed him in the colours of Gondor.
When he walked into the hall wondering if it perhaps was time yet, he found Elrond standing in front of him holding a circlet in his hands. The elf lord seemed slightly uneasy, while he beckoned for Aragorn to come closer. He bid the man to kneel down before he began to speak. "You have given up your throne to your only son and heir to come here. Aragorn, you stated that you shall never be called Elessar again, and be it so. Yet I will not have you go like a mere man when you are so much more. You shall wear this, from this day on you shall be a lord in your own halls, Aragorn, Estel, my son." Elrond placed the circlet on the man's head, watching as the ranger was once again wiped away and instead became Aragorn, son of Arathorn and son of Elrond once again.
When Aragorn rose he noticed two hands coming to rest on both shoulder. "I believe it is time we should go then. A feast is to be held in honour of you and Legolas before the binding ceremony, tonight. Think you can wait that long?" Elladan's voice was soft but there were emotions that Aragorn had not heard since he married Arwen. He only nodded, watching as the elf smiled and he knew his own lips were returning the smile.
It did not take long for them to reach the meadow where the feast was to be held, and where they would bind. All of the people looked their best, including Sam and Frodo, who once again looked healthy. He welcomed them all warmly, but his head snapped up once again to try to find his beloved. He heard gasps around him as the crowd parted, and Elrond stepped forward from one side and Thranduil from the other. Elrond gestured for Aragorn to come to his side, and the man did.
"We are gathered here today to bind these two individuals as one through marriage. They will not longer be two, but one. Bound together for all eternity, may they be blessed. But, first we shall eat and feast in their honour." Elrond stated before he began to walk away. Aragorn had watched enchanted the whole time as he saw Legolas. The elf smiled at him and he seemed to glow with the light of the Eldar. Aragorn made a move to follow Elrond and Thranduil who had both turned, but stopped when Legolas stepped forward and touched him on the chest.
"I have waited too long to wait for tonight..." The elf whispered "I just need one touch. Be it correct protocol, or not, it matters not to me." He gave the man a wicked smile and Aragorn returned it in kind. He knew that they would not live it down if they broke the rules. He grinned as he felt Legolas pull him closer with a quick move, and kissed Aragorn on the lips. Aragorn could feel that this was a deeper kiss then ever before, and once again he felt as if his whole body was on fire. "Legolas! Aragorn!" Two shocked voices cried, and the two quickly let go of one another.
Thranduil stepped forward and grabbed them both by the ears. Legolas yelped as he quickly said, "Adar, please release me." Aragorn tried his best not to grin when he saw his lover and best friend try to turn out of the deadly grip his father held him in. "I know the both of you have not been much for following the rules, but until somebody has said the words, "you may kiss the groom', and by my knowledge they have not. You are not allowed to kiss." He released them but did not allow them to walk next to each other, instead walking in between them.
Elrond shook his head, yet Aragorn could see that his father's eyes sparkled with mischief. The next moment, the crowed parted and they found themselves seated at a large table, Aragorn next to Legolas. The man was silently thanking the Valar for giving him patience.
People stood up to give speeches. People he did not know, and he did not really listen to, all he noticed was a faint buzzing feeling in his whole being. He felt so happy and joyous; he would swear he would simply burst. He could feel Legolas slip his hand around his own and squeeze it while the elf leaned over and whispered. "I can hardly wait for tonight, melethron (lover). We shall have the whole night to talk and do other things as well." Legolas smiled and something in his eyes made Aragorn melt, he had never seen such a love directed at him before and he knew he would return it in full.
The day was spent celebrating, but Aragorn found he wished for time to move more swiftly. Soon the sun dipped just below the horizon, and he felt Legolas stand beside him before Elrond's voice called out. "Now it is time for this couple to bond, please join us for the ceremony." He looked back at Aragorn and nodded, the man rose. He felt Legolas grab his hand, as he turned to smile at him.
Soon the both of them were standing in front of Elrond. The elf looked at them before he asked, turning to Thranduil. "Do you, Lord Thranduil, give your son Legolas to Aragorn?"
Thranduil stepped forward, while taking Legolas' hand in his own, he placed it in Aragorn's and answered. "Yes, I give Legolas to Aragorn freely, for it is Legolas' choice that they be wed." He kissed the both of them on the top of the head before stepping away. "And I give Aragorn to Legolas freely," Elrond answered before he continued. "Please join hands. Do not let go not matter what happens," Elrond instructed, placing his hand atop of their joined ones.
Aragorn cast another lingering look at Legolas before he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enchanted by Elrond's words. "Both of you are here before me because you wish to be joined in both body and soul. I therefore call upon Lord Thranduil to join me in blessing this marriage, and this couple." Aragorn felt Elrond's spirit shift slightly before Thranduil joined him.
Together their feas (spirits) surrounded them and Aragorn felt something shift within his own soul. He tightened his grip on Legolas' hand, and he felt Elrond turn his attention to him while both he and Thranduil called out. "We ask Manwe and Varda to witness this bonding." Aragorn felt a vision bare before him, a child running towards Legolas, baring similar resemblances to himself and Legolas. He felt warmth return in his soul and Legolas' presence more profoundly then ever before. Elrond's and Thranduil's presence started to fade away.
He tried to open his eyes but found that he could not. He could not move at all but then another vision appeared in his mind, of both Manwe and Varda, and words were spoken. "We promised that you shall be blessed for your trials, and you will. The moment has come." He felt a warm fire spread through him, and he returned back to himself. He still found he could not move.
He faintly heard calls of distress and the next moment he heard Legolas saying. "Aragorn, meleth, come back to me, come on." There was no grief in the elf's voice and for that Aragorn was glad. Elrond's voice cut through the silence next, "Aragorn, hear my words. Come back to us ion nin. It is over, little one, you are now bonded with Legolas, just come back."
When Aragorn opened his eyes he found that his head was resting in Legolas' lap and both Elrond and Thranduil held his hand. Legolas seemed to glow with a pale light, and his eyes were at peace, even as they locked with Aragorn's. "Are you alright, meleth nin," he asked quietly. He did not make a move to help Aragorn up, keeping the man on the ground a little longer.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked, but it was not Legolas who answered. "You fainted. We do not know exactly what has happened but you started shaking and then you fell to the floor," Elrond answered. "How are you feeling?"
Aragorn blinked slowly before he answered. "A bit dizzy. Can this happen?" Legolas was slowly rubbing his neck, then Thranduil answered. "It does sometimes if it is a joining of mixed races. You are a man and thus the strength of Legolas' spirit might have overwhelmed you, while you were still in the trance. He alerted us when you did not come out of it around the same time he did."
"Do you think you can walk, Estel? Or stand." Elrond's voice was gentle, and the man nodded, before he was pulled up to his feet by Thranduil and Elrond. He felt Legolas slip his arms around his waist and the elf answered. "Now you are truly home." And that was how Aragorn felt.
Next chapter the true binding of Legolas and Aragorn. So leave a review and what you wish to see. Have a good new year.