Disclaimer- Refer to chapter 1.
A/N- Ok… confession time… I wasn't planning on continuing this story, seeing as how its plot is so close to ES… but I guess for the few loyal fans that I have, I'll continue:)
Chapter 5- Decisions
Dark and dreary nights passed as Legolas and Tirnen were held in their small, confining cell. The two elves quickly lost sense of time as day and night began to melt into one.
"Do you ever think that we will get out of here?" Tirnen picked up a loose stone in boredom.
"Hopefully." Legolas replied, lying on his back, gazing up at an unseen object.
"Why do you think we were brought here?" Tirnen asked, flicking the stone out into the corridor.
Legolas only shrugged and replied, "I do not know…" Sighing in boredom, the dark-haired elf picked aimlessly at the stone floor to uncover more loose marl.
Unable to contain his boredom any longer, the young elf slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the tiny window looking out over the free world. He sighed again and tried to stick his arm out between the iron bars just to touch the feel of fresh air once more.
Looking over to see what his lover was doing, Legolas stood up and walked over to him. "Ada will find us." He said comfortingly, resting his hand on the shorter elf's shoulder.
"I hope so…" Tirnen withdrew his arm back to his side.
Just as Legolas wrapped his arm around Tirnen's slender waist, the hefty man who cared for the elves came to their dark cell. He saw their contact and always thought of it as strange. Neither of the elves regarded his presence, not even when he spoke. "I brought some blankets. It's supposed to be a cold night tonight. There's been talk of snow." He slipped the wool blankets between the thick iron bars. But neither Legolas nor Tirnen looked to the man. They only stared out of the small window hopelessly wishing to be free.
The man only scoffed before walking back to his post, muttering, "Strange creatures…"
A few minutes passed before either of the elves even noticed the blankets that had been dropped on their cell's stone floor.
"Man must have been here." Tirnen said, referring to the hefty man that cared for them. Man was the name that they decided to call him. It wasn't an original name, but both of them knew who Man was when the other was talking about him.
A cold gust of air blew in through the window, and with it came little delicate flakes of snow. "Why did he give us blankets? Does he not know that we do not feel the cold?"
"Probably not." Legolas shrugged, "But that does not mean that we cannot use them as pillows. It would be nice to sleep on something soft for a change rather than the stone floor."
Nodding in agreement, Tirnen rolled up the blanket that he carried and set it on the floor. He laid down on it and sighed happily. "This is much better."
Legolas rolled his blanket up as well and set it down next to his beloved. He lay down, wrapping his arms snugly around Tirnen's abdomen. "Good night, Tirnen."
"Good night." The young elf kissed Legolas' tender lips before swiftly succumbing to the heavy sleep bearing down on him.
The following morning was a glorious morning. The bright sun glared off the white blanket of clean fresh powdered snow. Another cold gust of air slipped in through the bars of the window, waking Legolas. He looked over to find Tirnen still fast asleep. Smiling, he stood up and stretched his waking muscles.
Noticing the absence of Legolas' warmth. Tirnen was soon aroused from his slumber. He yawned and stretched where he lay. "Morning." He managed to squeeze out between yawns.
Smiling, Legolas said, "Good morning, Tirnen." He kissed him and sat back down beside him. "Breakfast should be arriving soon… but before he gets here, we have a few moments of privacy…" An edge of seducement edged Legolas' voice.
Tirnen could not help but smile. "I think after breakfast would be the perfect time for that, love. After Man has left us to be alone." Legolas nodded slightly in agreement.
Not long had passed until Man came back to their cell. "Breakfast time." He spoke tiredly, juggling the task of opening the door and holding the tray of food. After some creative thought, he managed to get the door open without spilling even a drop of water. He set the tray on the floor near the two elves and left as quickly as he had come.
Eating quickly, so that they could finish breakfast fast, the two elves were able to finish breakfast in record time.
"There, breakfast is over. Now is the time." Legolas inched ever closer to Tirnen. Who in turn inched closer to Legolas.
Only a few inches away from his lover, Legolas abruptly showed signs of morning sickness. He turned from Tirnen and covered his mouth to keep from vomiting.
Thinking quickly, Tirnen ran over to their cell door and called, "Guard! Guard! Come quick!"
Hearing the urgent cries, a guard dressed in the city's royal garb came quickly to the elves' cell. "What is it?"
Imitating the act of retching, Tirnen pointed to Legolas in exigency. The guard wasted no time in unlocking the door and grabbing Legolas, rushing him off to the city's healer.
Waiting in solitude, Tirnen paced the floor anxiously. It seemed like an age had passed before the guard returned with Legolas in his arms. He set the unconscious elf on the floor before leaving, locking the door behind him.
Tirnen rushed upon Legolas' unconscious form and shook him gently, trying desperately to fight back the tears and wake his lover.
Seconds turned into minutes, and finally Legolas stirred from his unmoving state. He moaned quietly in detest of him being shaken by Tirnen. "Tirnen, please… I am awake…"
The young elf stopped abruptly and held Legolas close. "Thank Valar you are alive! What happened? Why were you unconscious?"
"Easy, mellon. I am fine, as is our child. After I had retched, they drugged me to examine my body without having me struggle." Legolas gave Tirnen a comforting smile. "I am fine. Do not fret."
Smiling uneasily, Tirnen wrapped his arms around Legolas and held him close, happy to have him back safe and sound.
"You know, we never did get around to what we were going to do after breakfast…" Drawing his lips back into a wryly smile, Legolas began to unfasten the clasps on Tirnen's brown leather jerkin.
A/N- I'll try to update more frequently. Reviews help to motivate me to get chapters up quickly… -wink, wink- -nudge, nudge-