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Aragorn tossed and turned in the large bed. Eventually he lay down on his back to stare up at the ceiling, he was exhausted but sleep seemed to elude him this night and he could guess the reason why. He was all alone in his room and really all alone. Legolas slept in another part of the citadel for they were in Minas Tirith and as happy as it made Aragorn it also made him very sad.
He was hailed as king in the land which he was going to lead, in the city where he was going to remain and if this was the rest of his life, he did not want it. To lead a life without the one he loved by his side, no it would not do. He turned on his side as he remembered the last hard days.
How they had fought on the fields in front of Minas Tirith and how he had laboured to safe Merry and Eowyn and then after that the talk and within the next two days the march to Mordor. He had released the ghost army and hoped they would go in peace now that everything was well and their debt paid.
Yet all this time Legolas had stood by his side, never once backing away or leaving him. He remembered the way the people had cheered when they had found out he was to lead them but he also remembered seeing his steward, lying there nearly burned by his own father Denethor who had perished in the flame. The old steward could not live without his blessed son Boromir and had finally followed, after blinding madness brought on by the Palantir, into the void where only men could go.
Aragorn tossed and turned once more before getting up and grabbing his sword and clothes, preceded to the hallway where he went in search of something to occupy his mind. He soon wandered into the stables where he froze in his tracks. There close by stood Legolas. The elf shone in the light of the moon as Aragorn could not help but simply stare; he had never seen his beloved look quite so beautiful.
The elf turned after a moment to smile as Aragorn approached. He continued to scratch Arod behind the ears and Aragorn reached up as well as he stopped next to the elf. They were silent for a moment until Legolas softly asked. "You could not sleep?"
"No, I could not escape my thoughts no matter how weary I am of them." The man offered as answer as he looked at Legolas. He could feel his lust for the blond elf growing, a feeling he had been keeping at bay for the past 60 years. He now knew he loved the elf with all his heart and did not merely lust after him for being gorgeous. He had wondered many times how it would be like if they were to bind but because of Arwen and knowing they could not be together had not acted upon that feeling for it would not be fair if he would hold Legolas' heart without giving something in return.
"Yes, thoughts are hard to escape." Legolas could not offer any other words then that as comfort. Aragorn reached out with his free arm and slipped it around the elf's narrow waist as he drew him near, startling Legolas. "Estel, what are you doing? If your guards see us thus, what will they say?"
He could feel the intense gaze of Aragorn on him as the man answered. "I care not. Know that I love you but if I tell the people of Minas Tirith about my plan to wed you then they will eventually know, which includes my guards. But if you rather have me stepping away, I will do so." Aragorn allowed his hand to fall away and Legolas immediately felt the loss keenly.
"Why have you come here, Aragorn? Did you know I would be here or would you have sought until you found me?" The elf questioned softly. "I did not know you would be here, Legolas, but yes, I would have sought until I found you for I know now that only you can bring comfort to me and I wished that if I am to be in this city forever, ruling it and the lands beyond, to have a last change as a free man, a last memory of us." The words were sad and Legolas asked. "You think Arwen will not give you up?"
"No, I fear my people will not respect my choice and demand I take a queen. But I do not fear Arwen." Aragorn turned back to Arod who stared at him before nuzzling his hand with his snout. "I do not know how long I can wait until I cannot stand it anymore." The elf whispered broken as Aragorn's head snapped back to look upon Legolas.
The look of despair he saw there made his heart weep. The elf looked broken and lost and Aragorn gently took his hands and led him over to the haystack and made him sit down. He sank down next to the elf and took Legolas' face in his hands before he whispered. "I know not what to say which will bring you comfort but know that I love you with all my heart. There is nothing else I can think of but if you cannot wait any longer to bind at this moment, but which will mean that I am yours forever, as I wanted it to be, with the pain and everything which shall come later."
"I know you would but let us not. I shall wait, Aragorn, no matter how much it hurts." The elf answered as he was rewarded when Aragorn placed his hand on the back of the elf's skull to pull Legolas forward. The man opened his mouth before placing his lips over Legolas' own as the future king's tongue searched deep within his lover's mouth. Legolas could not help but moan as Aragorn hungrily devoured his mouth.
The elf pulled away while Aragorn moved to his neck, pulling Legolas against him. "Ai, Aragorn, I am afraid that if you keep this up the horses will see something which they have never seen before." The man pulled back grinning slightly before once more seeking entrance to his beloved's mouth.
The elf's hand flew down his back while Legolas allowed Aragorn a moment to regain new breath before hungrily pulling him against him and seizing his mouth. Legolas' clawed at his clothing and for a moment Aragorn feared the elf had lost control but when Legolas pushed him back down to remove his clothing, the fear disappeared as Aragorn gave himself up to the bliss only Legolas' skilful touch could bring.
As swift fingers unbuttoned his shirt Aragorn ran his hands through the thick blond hair of the elf. "My elf." He realized with a happy sigh as with each new button which was unbuttoned Legolas placed a feather light kiss there. Aragorn found himself shivering as Legolas moved down, wondering with a feverish mind what it would be like to feel the soft elven lips all over his body.
His body was alit with fire from a passion that he had never given voice to. He wondered briefly if the fire would consume him, for it felt so great. When the elf licked his way up from his stomach Aragorn nearly cried out but Legolas clasped a firm hand over his mouth. "Do you wish for your guards to see this?" The elf towered over him, loose hair falling around them and Aragorn quickly shook his head.
The elf dropped down on his back beside him and sighed. "Ai, Aragorn, meleth-nin, I wish we could go on. But it is much too soon and we have an obligation, to your people and Arwen. I cannot and will not bring shame on all of us for a simple night of pleasure in which I will loose my heart."
Aragorn felt his heart skip a beat. "A simple night of pleasure?" He inquired tensely as Legolas turned to him. "Nay, you know what I mean. One night now and I can lose you forever but if there is a small change I will have you for eternity." The elf looked at the man as Aragorn asked. "What if we fall in this last battle? Will you regret it then?"
"I will regret it either way, no matter how great it might be." The elf replied, words laced with sadness which Aragorn knew travelled through his own soul as well. Aragorn gave a small shudder as he asked. "Why have you come here, Legolas?" Aragorn softly asked, repeating the question the elf had asked him earlier.
"I wanted the things of nature to comfort me in this city of stone." The answer came swiftly and it brought a stinging pain as Aragorn replied. "Then perhaps it is best that after this was is over you leave for Greenwood. For I will remain here, within this city of stone until my passing." Aragorn could not deny the pain his own words brought him; a feeling like his heart was being ripped into pieces.
He could hear the elf beside him gasp before Legolas' face appeared above him. Legolas had gone pale and Aragorn cursed himself for having it allowed to go this far. It had never occurred to him that if he took Arwen as his bride, even if it would shatter his own heart, Legolas could fade from grief. "Do you mean this, Estel, will you send me away and tell me all of this time, all of our time, was for naught?"
Aragorn forced himself to look deep within his beloved's eyes and said, trying to make his voice firm. "Yes, Legolas, I would." The clear elven eyes reflected the pain in his heart and Aragorn swallowed thickly, knowing his blond elf would turn from him for all eternity.
The elven eyes darted across his face, searching for the lies Aragorn was telling. As tears were gathering in his eyes, Legolas softly said. "I do not belief you." Aragorn felt despair well up within him as he knew he was close to turning Legolas away. The next moment the elf leaned down and pressed his own lips tightly against those of Aragorn as he closed his eyes, tears leaking out and falling onto Aragorn's face.
The man wrapped his arm around Legolas' slim shoulders to press the elf against him. They broke apart only to for Aragorn to burry his head against Legolas' hair as he cried out. "I cannot do it, the Valar know how much I have tried, but I cannot. I cannot allow you to leave with my heart for I cannot live without it just as much as I can live without you. Please forgive me for my words, seas, I beg you."
The elf's tensed but Aragorn did not let go, he feared the elf would walk away as Aragorn let go. "I love you, Legolas, I love you like I can love no other. If I marry Arwen I will go crazy, caring not for my children or my wife." It took Aragorn a moment to realize Legolas in fact was kissing his neck, allowing him to ramble as the elf softly continued to spoke the words as Aragorn continued to speak. "I love you, Estel and I will not turn, may there be a country that will stand between us, and I will always love you."
The man looked at Legolas before their lips met in another kiss as Legolas eased himself off Aragorn and onto his side, turning Aragorn with him. When their need for breath became too dire they broke apart only for Legolas to place his head on Aragorn's chest as he softly said. "How fast your heart beats, Estel. You must have been afraid I would turn from you."
"I should not have done so, please forgive me. I hoped by turning you away it would not hurt so badly but it only hurt more then before. I am so sorry, Legolas." The elf took his hand and placed it over his own heart as Legolas said. "I forgive you, Estel. May you never doubt my love for you again?"
"No, never." Aragorn vowed as weariness overtook him and he had trouble staying awake. Legolas shifted and Aragorn at once relaxed against the warm hay, lulled into peace by the even breathing of his love beside him and the sound of the horses.
The next morning early Pippin moved on soft feet towards the stables to say hello to Shadowfax, the horse Gandalf rode with him on the way to Minas Tirith. He had been spending his time with Merry and Gandalf had been busy with the upcoming battle so he had asked Pippin to go check on the great white stallion.
On the way to the stables he had to promise Gimli to look out for Legolas as the elf had not yet appeared at breakfast, something which was very unusual. The dwarf had snickered and said that he might look in Aragorn's chambers but Pippin did not know why and the ranger did not open when he had knocked so he assumed the man still slept.
When he walked into the stables a smile overtook him as he saw Aragorn standing near his own horse, patting the animal. "Ah, morning Aragorn, how are you…?" He fell silent when Aragorn turned to him with a finger pressed against his lips as to mention the hobbit to be quite.
When the man pointed towards the hay stack Pippin could not help but smile at the endearing sight of Legolas still asleep before he inched closer and asked. "Is he sick?" He felt Aragorn's hand reassuring on his shoulder as the man spoke. "No, merely weary. He will wake soon."
"Must have been a good night then?" With those words the smiling Pippin turned back to Aragorn as he watched the man's colour turning quickly to a shade of red. "What do you mean?" The man eventually stuttered as Pippin laughed and said. "Oh, nothing Aragorn, nothing at all." Before walking away to tell Merry, leaving a stunned future king in his wake before the man shuddered and smiled upon the form of his sleeping elf prince.
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