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Years passed and the friendship between Legolas, son of King Thranduil and Aragorn, son of Arathorn grew. Aragorn left without telling Legolas how he felt for the Elven Prince and became the grim faced ranger of the North. He faced many dangers, going far into the south into the realm of Gondor and Rohan, serving both Lords there and disappearing soon afterwards to travel back up North again.

Legolas changed as well, starting to come to terms with his love of the ranger; he honoured his skill as an archer and fought many dangers to protect his realm from the invading darkness. As change had it, his father send him to Rivendell about 16 years after he and Aragorn had met, little did he know that Aragorn was there to rest from his weary journey.

Aragorn's head snapped up when he heard the shouting outside. He stood up and the book fell from his lap before he broke out into a run, running as fast as his long legs would carry him towards the courtyard. He stopped right outside at the top of the stairs and Elladan threw him an amused look before he asked. "Brother of mine, this is not Arwen that is coming to Rivendell, this is the Prince of Mirkwood, Lord Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil."

Aragorn smiled and answered. "Aye, I know Elladan and I met the Prince about 16 years ago, he and I have become friends and I look forward to his coming." In mind he added. "I am much happier now that he is here then I ever would be if Arwen were to come to her father's house."

Soon the party of Mirkwood came into view, with in the lead the blond Elf Aragorn remembered from so long ago. His breath caught in his throat as he looked upon the Mirkwood Elf. Legolas was even more beautifully then he had ever remembered. He could feel his heart beating faster then ever before and butterflies danced around in his stomach.

Legolas lifted his head and a smile graced his lips, his eyes found Lord Elrond and he called out. "I, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Realm, ask for your hospitality, My Lord Elrond."

"And I shall gladly give it, my dear Prince, may you find what you need in my house." Elrond called back, bowing briefly. Legolas dismounted and then his eyes focussed on Aragorn. He smiled once more and could feel the familiar feeling that he had come to associate with Aragorn return once more. He had missed the human, the years had been long, and he did not think he could be so much in love with Aragorn.

He walked up the stairs, followed closely by his guards; he greeted Elrond with affection and got the same greeting back. Elrond smiled and answered. "Come there is somebody I want you to meet, this here is my foster son Estel, or Aragorn as he is more widely known."

"He knows, Adar, I have met prince Legolas when I travelled to Mirkwood and he saved me when I got lost. He showed me the court life in Mirkwood before I left for Gondor and Rohan." Aragorn answered to his father's introduction. Elrond bowed his head and answered. "Very well then my son, perhaps you can show Legolas to his room." Aragorn nodded and answered. "I would like that, if it is to the liking of the prince."

Legolas smiled and answered. "Of course it is, Mellon, what did I tell you about calling me prince?" Aragorn blushed and grinned while he said. "Ah yes, now I remember." With that he grabbed Legolas's arm and guided the prince inside.

When he had shown Legolas his room, the prince turned and asked. "Shall you come in, Aragorn? Years have been between us and I wish to speak like the good friends we were when we parted."

Aragorn replied happily and he walked into the room, settling himself in a chair, when Legolas walked in after he had closed the door, Aragorn could tell that he had decided to leave Prince Legolas in the hallway and instead came in as just Legolas, the Elf he had met in Mirkwood all those long years ago.

Legolas sat in the chair opposed that of Aragorn and he smiled while he pulled his legs up, settling them on the armchair. "So what have you been doing, Aragorn, I have heard of your dark journeys." Aragorn nodded and the rest of the hour was filled with the telling of his tale.

When he had finished, Legolas told him off what had been happening in Mirkwood. Aragorn showed concern and asked when the tale was finished. "How fares your father, King Thranduil?"

"He is concerned with the approaching darkness of the woods but he is fine, grumbling at me when I come home scraped again, saying that his worries of me are going to be the death of him." Legolas smiled.

Aragorn smiled and a comfortable silence lapsed over them both. Legolas wanted to say something but Aragorn beat him to it, saying. "I miss you, Mellon, I truly did."

Legolas was taken back by the Human's honesty and he answered. "I missed you too, Estel. The years have been long without your companionship"

Aragorn smiled and he answered. "Did I ever tell you I met Arwen Undomiel?" He felt like he needed to tell this to Legolas, why he did not know. Legolas looked at Aragorn; he could see the burden in his eyes and asked. "You fell in love with her, did you not?"

Aragorn's eyes went large and he answered. "How did you know this?" Legolas smiled and he answered. "I can see it in your eyes, she is beautiful, the evenstar of the Elves, of course you would fall in love with her." The prince stood and Aragorn looked at him, Legolas smiled and said. "Come let us walk into the gardens, I feel trapped in the room." Aragorn smiled as well, nodding and walked after the Elf.

Soon they reached the gardens of Rivendell and they walked towards the oldest tree in the garden, settling themselves underneath. After a while Legolas stretched out in the grass, putting his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, relaxing in the human's presence.

Aragorn was playing with a string of grass, casting looks at the Mirkwood Elf beside him. He swallowed but decided not to ask anything, Legolas smiled suddenly and asked. "Is something the matter, Aragorn?"

Aragorn gulped and then asked. "Can I use your chest as my pillow? I know it sounds funny but I cannot sleep when I lie on the ground, I always have to have something as a pillow." Legolas opened his eyes, looked at the human before he answered, closing them again. "Of course, you are my friend, you can…" He fell silent when his mind registered Aragorn's request. "Surely he must only see me as a friend; he has proclaimed himself to Arwen." Legolas's mind wandered.

Aragorn waited until Legolas opened his eyes again and the Elf asked. "Is there something wrong, Aragorn? I do not feel any extra weight." He smiled gently and Aragorn found himself blushing before he turned around and put his head down on Legolas's stomach. He could feel the muscles tense underneath him and with a groan he stretched, relaxing into the warmth of the Elf.

Legolas placed his hand on the Human's chest, feeling the heartbeat quicken ever so slightly underneath his hand, why he did not know. Soon Aragorn's hand had covered the pale one of Legolas, Aragorn smiled at Legolas and answered. "I could stay like this forever."

"With me or with Arwen?" Legolas asked, he put his hand over his mouth before he even thought off it, it did not mean to come out like this but it did, he looked at Aragorn, shocked, the Human had closed his eyes and a smile graced his lips before he answered. "With you, I would say."

"As a friend I would presume." Legolas tensed up. Aragorn's eyes opened and he answered. "Maybe." There was nothing but truth in the silver eyes of Aragorn and Legolas could feel himself shake before he stood up, thus knocking Aragorn over in the process and he answered. "Do not toy with me, Aragorn."

Aragorn crawled to his feet, saying. "I am not toying with you, Legolas; I swear this upon our friendship." Legolas turned and he answered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And I would dare say that you say these same words to Arwen, or perhaps you have spoken words of love to her, you might have even touched her, feeling her body against yours, thus binding herself to you as is the way off the Elves."

Aragorn shook his head, saying with a hint of tears in his eyes. "Never, how can I when I do not even know what I feel, towards her, towards you? I have never touched her, never as much as kissed her, never kissed anybody." His breathing hitched in his throat at saying this, telling somebody he was as innocent as a little Elfling, knowing his brothers would tease him with this knowledge.

Legolas turned to face him, asking. "You mean you have never touched her." Aragorn nodded and answered. "Never, I left about 2 days after I fell in love with her and I have not seen her since. Elrond said if I wanted to marry her, I have to become the King of Gondor, it hardly seems worth it, I don't even know if I want too." He rubbed his eyes.

Legolas raised an eyebrow and said. "I am sorry, Aragorn, I should not have been so harsh, so you have truly never kissed anybody? That must be a surprise at your wedding."

Aragorn shook his head and even a small appeared on his lips while he answered. "No never."

"Would you want to kiss somebody, be it maiden or male?" Legolas answered. In his mind Aragorn would later say that this was the time his feelings for the Elf changed to something more powerful, the Elf moved closed to him and lifted the man's chin, looking him in the eye, repeating the question. "Would you want to kiss somebody if you had to choice? Arwen or me?"

Aragorn found his voice again and answered in a whisper loud enough for the Elf to hear. "I would choice you, never Arwen, never." The moment those words left his lips, Aragorn saw a smile appear in the Elf's eyes and he leaned forward, inching closer to Aragorn, not wanting to scare the Man.

Aragorn closed the distance, feeling soft lips press against his own. Legolas took the lead, feeling the Human's insecurities, sucking gently at the man's lower lip. Aragorn opened his mouth and soon tasted something so sweet, it nearly broke him down. In that moment when his tongue found Legolas's tongue, he could tell that this was right, that this was the way it should have been. He could not explain the feeling that hard times would come for the both of them but in the end, after he had lost his hope, it would be right and they would be together. That was when the hours were at their darkest; he pulled hope out of this moment.

Hope you liked it. No not the end of the story but we will start with the council in the next chapter, tell me if they should go further then kissing, not all the way of course. Leave a review.