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Aragorn looked around in wonder; he had never been to a place that looked anything like this. His home in Rivendell was beautiful but it was unlike Mirkwood palace. Those two were alike as Mordor and Gondor, they had nothing in common, save maybe that Elves lived in both placed, speaking of Elves. Aragorn's gaze lingered on Legolas's back again. He could not keep his eyes off the Elf Prince.
He still had this funny feeling in his stomach every time Legolas looked his way or smiled. His eyes seemed to lid up when he looked upon the Human, or maybe Aragorn was imagining things.
He slowed his horse when they came upon a big staircase that led into the palace, the palace of King Thranduil. Despite the situation Aragorn felt nervous, this was the first time he had ever met a King, Legolas turned back after he had dismounted and said. "Come and meet my father, King Thranduil, after that I will bind you leg with the proper materials, not the thing I fashioned for you a couple of days ago."
"Do I have to see a healer?" Aragorn asked, he was not sure if Legolas had any training in the arts of healing. Lord Elrond had made it clear to Aragorn that he had to have some training in the healing arts, it did not have to be much but in case something should happen. He had liked it so much, that he had to beg his father to let him study and Elrond gladly accepting his youngest foster son, glad he took so well after the rest of the family.
"Nay, I don't think you do but I am not a healer, so you might." Legolas answered while he extended his hand to help the Human dismount. Legolas had no idea where that was coming from; he had never offered to bind somebody's wounds not even those of his own until the need arose.
After Aragorn had dismounted and the both of their horses were led away, Legolas guided Aragorn into the palace, walking up the stairs to his father's study. He waited for Aragorn to catch up with him and the Human stopped a few paces outside the door and asked. "Do I look good enough to meet a King?"
Legolas opened his mouth to say what he was thinking. "You look handsome standing there; you would look good enough to even shame one of the Valar." Instead he answered. "Yes, unless you can magically clean off all the dirt that is attached to your clothes."
"Ha-ha, very funny, Legolas." Aragorn tried to scowl but he could not help but grin. Legolas smiled back and knocked on the door where a couple of seconds later a deep and booming voice said. "Enter."
Legolas opened the door and walked in, holding it open so Aragorn could walk in. When the Man did, he could feel his gaze being drawn to the Elf sitting behind the desk. King Thranduil was taller then Legolas and slightly broader in the shoulders. His eyes were grey as opposed to Legolas's blue ones, he had blond hair as did his son and had an air of authority around him, knowing he meant business and did not joke lightly. He could see that the small lines in the King's face were from the sorrow he had known in his long life. Where he would have known Elrond's face would have had a smile to see his son, King Thranduil betrayed nothing, not the tiniest flicker but for his eyes, his eyes were alive and blazing with happiness if one knew how to look. Most mortals did not know this, Aragorn however did. He had learned that art from Glorfindel.
"My Lord, this here is Estel of Rivendell, also known as Aragorn, son of Arathorn." Legolas softly answered to his father's questioning look. The King nodded and rose, bringing his hand to his chest and while bowing his head, he answered. "Well met, Aragorn, son of Arathorn and foster son of Elrond of Rivendell, I welcome you to Mirkwood."
Aragorn did the same gesture and answered. "I thank you for your hospitality, My Lord Thranduil, your son Prince Legolas has guided me here since I found myself lost in the woods and at his mercy. He has been the best guide a lost human can wish for." He saw Legolas's ears turn red and he suppressed a smile.
"Please sit down, you too Legolas. I am happy for you to be home once again, Legolas, even if it does not show in my face. I know what you are thinking, Aragorn." The King replied, smile lighting up his face.
"Not at all, my lord, I grew up with Lord Glorfindel and learned the art of reading the eyes of Elves when their face does not show the emotions, their eyes do." Aragorn replied hastily.
King Thranduil seemed pleased with that and then asked. "So what brings the foster son of Elrond in these lands? It has been long since we had any message pass forth between our lands."
"I went to join my kinsmen, the Dunedan and he send a letter with me in case I might pass this way, which I did." Aragorn replied, he rubbed his eyes and was barely able to stiffen a yawn. Legolas looked at him in alarm, a worried look crossing his features and Thranduil caught it before he said. "I am sorry. You must be weary from your journey. Let me call somebody to point you to your quarters."
"No, Father, I will show him. I promised him to give him something for his leg, he fell in the woods." Legolas said almost to fast after his father had said his bit. Thranduil dipped his head in agreement and answered. "That is decided then, Legolas will you wait for a minute, I need to speak to you about something."
Legolas nodded and Aragorn walked out of the room, sitting down on a bench at the end of the hall. Inside the room, Thranduil stood up and walked over, crouching down in front of his son's seat to look him in the eye. "So how involved are you?"
Legolas's head snapped up and he stuttered. "What do you mean, Atar?"
"What I mean is this, Legolas, how much of your thoughts is this human consuming?" Thranduil asked, his voice harsher when Legolas did not want to cooperate.
Legolas cocked his head to the side, still not knowing what his father was talking about and he answered. "I do not know what you mean, I truly don't."
A smile etched at Thranduil's face and he said softly. "Ai, my little Greenleaf, so grown up, yet some things you can still be a child. Tell me something; when you look at Aragorn does he give you a feeling like you can do anything, does he cause flutters in here..." He touched Legolas's stomach briefly before he continued. "… When he talks to you or touches you?"
Legolas turned his head away, blushing but Thranduil turned his son's face back towards his own and his son's flushed eyes locked into his own. "Ah, I should have known. He does all these things to you, doesn't he? You have never been this deeply in love before, haven't you?"
"He does make me feel funny in my stomach but I have been in love before but I don't know…" He fell silent and Thranduil nodded, saying. "You have found somebody you have lost your heart to, I hope for you that he is worth it. Now go, do not keep him waiting, take good care of him and guard your heart, I don't want to see it broken." With that advice Thranduil send Legolas back to Aragorn.
Aragorn waited patiently for Legolas, he was half asleep by the time he noticed Legolas had helped him up. Swinging his arm around Aragorn's waist, he rested his other hand on the Human's stomach, guiding him towards an empty room. "I can walk, Legolas." He protested half to the Prince.
Legolas shook his head and answered. "No worries, you are my friend."
"I am?" Aragorn answered, Legolas's eyes snapped back to his own and the Prince asked. "If you want to of course."
"Yes, Of course I do, thanks mellon." Aragorn smiled broadly. Legolas could feel a smile light up his own face before he continued to carry the Human to an empty room.
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