Chapter 19

Mann... gotta see to it that I finish this once en for all!

Sorry for the loooong hiatus... but next chapter is here!

Aragorn and Legolas Pairing. This chapter is straight from the pantry- its very hot *o*

Preview: Aragorn rescued an elf in the hands of slave traders. He nursed him back to health and gave him what he needed. When the elf has recovered he revealed that his name was Legolas and the man was surprised when the being swore to him his allegiance and to be a servant. The ranger refused but after an incident he decided to take responsibility to the lost elf. When he asked the elf where he came from the elf said he was a mere servant in Mirkwood. Aragorn brought him to the Northern Lands where they receive a grave message that Gondor was in need of aid. Another character in the name of Rohimnun, a Gondorian, took notice of the elf and had fallen for him. Aragorn was filled with jealousy until finally Legolas vowed his heart would only belong to him. Rohimnun was desperate for the elf's attention, goaded the elf to come with him to Gondor. Legolas refused for he wants be with his master more until it was decided that Aragorn will lead the troup of rangers toward Gondor. Upon the travel Rohimnun caused a little uprising among the ranger against Aragorn and his leadership. When in Rohan the group finally eased the tension after they saw the greatness of the Chieftain. They saved Rohan from a dire attack and met up with the King and his daughter, Lady Theodwyn. The lady showed interest for the Captain of the rangers and Legolas was a little bothered by it. Inside the walls of Rohan he and Aragorn assured each other that their love is deep. The time came and they started their journey toward Gondor again and they were met by the kind steward, Ecthelion. Rohimnun, envious of the two, lied that Aragorn did not come with them but that a certain Thorongil was in charge. Legolas was outrage but Aragorn stopped the elf and decided to let the Gondorian's antics go. The battle against the dark men was decided and Aragorn led his men toward the coast of Umbar while Legolas was left behind. They won the battle but Aragorn was wounded gravely and everyone thought he was dead. It appeared that another ranger was with him and took care of his wounds till his life was in no more danger. Aragorn decided to return to Gondor, worried about how Legolas was doing. When they arrived back the rangers were greeted warmly and Aragorn saw the King of Rohan and Theodwyn there, waiting for him. He asked for Legolas but the steward told him that something seemed to be wrong with the elf. When Aragorn met with Legolas he found out that the elf had forgotten him. Questions filled the Chieftain as he tried to find out what made the elf forget him. Though Legolas knew him by name, the elf has forgotten their relationship. One night he decided to confess his feelings once more but the elf refused him. Theodwyn had a word with him too but he barely cared until Rohimnun told him how Legolas lost his memories when he found out that Aragorn was dead. The Gondorian blamed Aragorn for it and said he will no longer interfere for he had found out how the ranger had meant to the elf. The only problem was the elf had refused him when he confessed... how was he going to get the elf back beside him?

An attempt for a preview..ahh.. hope it didn't confuse anyone *o*

Any how...here goes~

Days later found Aragorn leading his men away from the walls of Gondor, heading toward the northern lands were they will come pass Rohan and then journey toward home. The Numenorians were also escorting the King of Rohan, together with his daughter and the Rohirrims. They have made their goodbyes with the people of Gondor, with its real king once again turning his back on the throne. It wasn't his time yet.

They travelled the fields from morning till sunset, making camp near the river where they could be supplied with the amount of water they needed. All those times Aragorn had been lonely. Legolas had been avoiding him ever since his confession back in Gondor. The elf barely looks at him, and if chanced the elf for a talk the elf would slip away- as if escaping something loathing.

The Chieftain had always thought that it was because the elf needed time, so time he gave. But after days of traveling without any sign from the elf, the man could barely contain himself. When they reached Rohan and bid the Rohirrims a goodbye Aragorn barely listened to whatever the King said. He was more eager to hear from Legolas but the constant cold behavior of the elf to him discourage him more. Until that incident with Lady Theodwyn.

They were in the mouth of Edoras, watching as the Rohirrims enter their site with many of the people from the inside greeting them back. Theodwyn had stayed behind intentionally and Aragorn did not miss it. Remembering how he treated the Lady that night on Gondor he decided to be gentler when interacting with her. He slid from his horse and met up with her, who was already waiting on the ground. Silence filled the two when they stood near each other, until Aragorn gave her a reassuring smile and tap her shoulder gently.

"Take care, my lady." he whispered sincerely, remembering how the gentle lady had looked after him when he was on his sickbed after the fight. "May the Valar protect you and your people."

Theodwyn stared at the silver eyes meaningfully and smiled. She raised a hand and took Aragorn's hands into hers.

"We are already protected by the Valar, my Lord, and if we ever be in need once more I am worried less… I know you will come to our aid. I keep my faith." and she kissed the Chieftain's palms with her soft lips. "I will be waiting for your return here, my lord."

Aragorn watched as the lady bowed to him and turned around towards the open entrance of Edoras. He knew how she felt toward him, but alas he could not return it for his heart only belongs to one being. The one being who was too near him yet so far…

Deciding it was time to leave, Aragorn turned to his men and nodded at them. He leap back on his horse and tapped the beast to move. When he looked up his eyes immediately fell on Legolas who was surprisingly watching him. Aragorn did not move a muscle as he stared at those blue orbs which he hadn't seen looking at him for days. The blue eyes were looking at him, as the Chieftain could feel, with accusation and disbelief. He had no idea what made the Elf look at him that way but somehow or the other he was glad, for since their journey had started Legolas had not made any inkling that he was existing. It was as if he did not exist those days…until now.

"Legolas." he started but before he could come near him the elf turned his back and whispered on his horse to move farther away. Aragorn was left hanging once more.

The Chieftain waited and observed the Elf as their progress toward the Northern lands continues. He had been formulating a plan ever since he saw Legolas' unusual look at him and decided it was his best plan at the moment. He would lead the Elf away once they are near Bree. He will make him remember him no matter what.

Legolas had not looked at him again, nor did he give any inclination that Aragorn was around. He just remained on his silent reverie, not letting anyone talk to him except for Dellion, whom he had learned to trust since their days from Gondor. Aragorn was a bit bothered by this but didn't let it get the best of him. He did not approach the elf on the days of their journey. He was biding his time, until at last they reached the borders of the North in the crossroads during sunset, where Bree was a few miles to the left while their camp was far ahead. Aragorn decided it was time.

When they passed the crossroads, Aragorn pulled his horse into a stop and called the attention of the group. Every eye turned on the Chieftain's direction as they heard him call.

"I'm going from here." he declared with a resolve on his eyes. He saw Legolas's eyes shot him a look of surprise.

"But Captain," started Dellion as he and Iriad turned their horse toward him, "Halbarad will ask about your whereabouts-"

"Then tell him I have gone for awhile to do some errands." smiled the witty Chief, "I will come back when time calls for it. Halbarad will know what I mean."

Dellion and Iriad exchange looks of uncertainty. When Aragorn was sure that no one would question him, he turned his head to Legolas, who had been watching him from sometime.

"Legolas." he called, "You will come with me."

The Elf's blue pupils widened a little, and Aragorn thought he would refuse, but after a few moment the elf goaded his horse to trot near the Chieftain's horse. Aragorn could barely contain his excitement.

"Send my greetings to Halbarad!" shouted the Chieftain as he lead their horses on the left side toward Bree, where Legolas followed smoothly, leaving the Northern rangers in the dust, who watched their Captain go like a young lad waiting for freedom.

"We are on our own now then, it seemed." Iriad muttered. "Let's go."

And the group continued their way up toward North.

*.*.*.*.*

Aragorn and Legolas did not exchange words throughout their night journey towards Bree. They manage all the way with only some nods and shake of heads. The Chieftain did not persist on bugging the elf. He had another plan for the both of them that not even the lithe elf could refuse. He will make sure of that because between the two of them he was the dominant character, he was the Master.

In one turn, before Aragorn knew it, they were walking the familiar road of the infamous place and minutes later he could see the tall gates of Bree where Prancing Pony, another infamous place for most men, was located.

"Do you remember this place?" asked the Chief as he slid down his horse when they stopped in front of the stables near the bar. "This is where I took care of your wounds before."

"Really?" Legolas looked at the sign above the tall building where a horse was on its hind legs, "What are we doing here?"

"This is where most folk take their time to drink ales," Aragorn explained as he moved toward the doorway, "This is also an Inn where we can rest for the night."

They entered the Inn and saw its usual scene every night. Men drinking and talking; laughing and some even screaming in delight. Legolas seemed too surprise by the behavior of the men so different from the Northern rangers. Aragorn felt him tense so he grabbed the elf's arm and pulled him close to him.

Legolas felt the gesture and was somehow glad by it. He realized Aragorn was the only person he could trust in the midst of these people.

"Aragorn," whispered the Elf, and Aragorn was glad for the use of his name, "I do not drink much…"

"We are here to stay in one of the rooms." Aragorn answered as he saw Barliman, the owner of the Inn, behind the counter busily serving drinks to a group of men. The Dunedein's eyes seemed to pierce through the owner for after a moment the man looked up and instantly saw him. Aragorn gave him a nod, like usual, and the owner deserted his position to run along the wall where he was keeping the keys.

"Let's go." The Chieftain pulled Legolas across the room to where they followed Barliman up the stairs.

"It's good to see you again, my lord." Barliman greeted as he unlocked the seventh door to the left and pushed it open, "It's good to see you too as well, master Elf."

Legolas was taken aback by the greeting of the owner that he only managed to give him a nod.

"This is your room." He said, pulling the keys off the door and handing it to Aragorn, "It's a little noisy downstairs so I must ask for forgiveness, my Lord."

"That's alright," Aragorn answered, "That is actually in favor for us."

"Ah… May I serve you with anything?"

"Yes, two bottles of your best ale, good man, that is all."

Barliman nodded and left the two in solitude, closing the door after him.

Aragorn took off his heavy sword and set it on the table saying- "You can cleanse yourself on the bathing room, Legolas, and then you can join me here for a few drinks." He unloaded some of his weapons too and was busily hiding them under the drawer when he realized Legolas not moving. Curious, he looked at the Elf and saw that he was watching him.

"What's the matter?" he asked as he continued to pull his belt of weapons away from his body.

"Why are we here?" the Elf asked with his unblinking eyes, "Why didn't we just continue on with the rest of the rangers?"

"I prefer to stay here." was Aragorn's short answer, "I am comfortable in this place."

They stared at each other long but did not say more. Aragorn inclined his head toward the door of the bathroom and the elf got the message. Silently, he headed toward the bathroom and closed the door. Aragorn stared at the after him, and then continued undressing himself.

When Legolas had come out of the bathroom looking fresh and clean after a few minutes he found the duneidan drinking on the table with a pipe on his hand and his back on him. The room was dim and only lit by the fire from the fireplace. The elf hesitated, before completely emerging out of little room, placing his brown garments neatly on the table on his left. He found some white and clean clothing on the bathroom's cabinet and took the initiative to use it for he has none with him. After that he turned his head slowly to the captain and leaned his back on the table, where he watched him from a far with his arms crossed.

"Won't you have some drinks?" came the voice of Aragorn. Legolas did not show any interest to his suggestion but merely blinked a little. Aragorn continued drinking.

"That man who gave us this room…" the elf started after a few moments, "He seemed to know you…and me…"

"I have told you we have been here together before." The captain's eyes reflected the fire on his pipe, "We stayed here for quite some time before we headed on the North."

"I see…" Legolas shifted his head around quietly and lost for words. The darkness of the room was drowsing him, or could it be the long journey they had just gone through? Whatever he was experiencing it did not help that his immortal body was tired. He gazed around more and saw the single bed standing a few pace near him. The Elf frowned.

"Are we going to sleep in this lone bed?" he wanted to know.

Aragorn's head turned on the bed's direction a little, and then he nodded before taking another swig on his bottle. "We are going to spend the night together."

Legolas, who had been frowning on the bed, opened his mouth in protest as his arms slid down on either side of him.

"What do you mean?" came his strangled voice, and the captain heard the evident anger in it so he took another drink from his bottle and set it on the table with a serious look. He then stood up, making the elf straighten up in alert and uncertainty as to what the man was going to do next.

Aragorn took one look at the doubtful elf before him before sighing loudly.

"I have told you before," he started, taking each step close to the elf as he spoke, with his voice vibrating as he goes, "I love you! And you- you feel the same way toward me! We have pledge our hearts to each other! Your body is mine, and mine is yours. Can't you remember the many nights we have shared together? Are you going to run away from me because you have forgotten?"

He stopped in front of the elf, which did not move on his spot with only a strange look to himself. Aragorn pitied himself as he stared at those blue eyes. He had been longing to be with his beloved for so long…

And the familiar beast on his chest started roaring again. He had not felt it when Legolas was with him. Only then…and he knew… It was his desire to be one with the elf once more.

He took another step near as the elf continued to remain silent. With the closer distance he could feel the familiar smell of the heavenly being; he could see his pale skin attracting him to go wild. He saw again came close to the tender lips he had longed to kiss. He would give up anything not to stop.

"I can't remember you." came the elf's soft voice as he felt the intensity inside the man's body.

Aragorn did not care. He was standing too close, and he had started to reach.

He touched the elf on the waist, wrapped his arms around him and pulled. He could feel Legolas pushing him back as their eyes met. There was doubt on the elf's blue orbs.

"Let go of me…" the elf whispered as he refused the man's attempt to kiss him. "Do not touch me…"

But Aragorn could feel the elf's body was with him, that it remembered who he was and was screaming for him. He pulled Legolas closer with his hands sliding down the elf's hips. He grabbed hold of his bottom and pressed it to his own body. Legolas's body tensed and he could not help the gasp that escaped his mouth.

That was when Aragorn saw his chance and planted a passionate kiss on the lips he loved.

The elf clenched his fist on Aragorn's chest not knowing what to do. The kiss the man was giving him was sending electricity to his body. He wanted to refuse, say his no and kill the man for daring to touch him. But alas, like a he was drugged on with the man's smell and caress, the elf could not order his body to stop. And he was losing himself with every moment the man was devouring him. It was futile to refuse.

When the man felt the Elf's hands unclenching on his chest, he knew he had won. With aggressiveness circulating him, he carried the elf and settled him on the table where he continued to kiss his lips. Aragorn's hands wildly touched around the Elf's body, and then finally raising the cloth that was hiding his beautifully crafted chest and nipples. The man moaned in hunger as he untangled his tongue from the elf and kissed those attractive breast he hadn't seen for long.

Legolas seemed to awake from the spell as their lips separated, and he found himself sitting on the table with the man violating his whole body. He could only cry in alarm.

"No- stop this-!" he moaned in a pointless attempt to regain his dignity. He tried to slowly pull his chest away that was being consumed greedily by the man's hungry lips. But s sudden touch to his very sensitive genital made the elf's head sway and he forgot what it was that he was trying to refuse. And his body started to heat more and more…

Aragorn's large and calloused hand had taken hold of the attractive rod between the elf's thighs and he did not miss the opportunity to stroke it in pleasure. The excitement he was feeling was uncontrollable and the idea that he had once again took hold of the thing that belonged to him made his own manhood stand up, firm and raw.

"Legolas!" he breathed hard as he released his own in the intensity of the night. "My most beloved…" He pressed his hands down the being's legs and slowly pushed it apart. Legolas could no longer think as his backside touched the table and the man stayed in between his thighs. It was a familiar feeling.

Aragorn bit his lower lip as he curved his body, preparing to enter the dome he was dreaming of. When at last he was ready, he clutched the elf's legs and pushed in, making the elf scream in delighted pleasure and pain. The man rocked backward and forward, his perspiration sliding down his heated body. Legolas unexpectedly moved so sexily that Aragorn was tempted to slide his hands down the slim body.

"Beautiful," he whispered, digging in, hard and rocking his hips nonstop.

"Ahhh! Nnnn! ahh…!" was the faint scream from the elf's lips And Aragorn was loving it.

*.*.*.*.*

The fire crackled on the fireside as Aragorn stared at it from the bed. Legolas was sleeping beside him, looking tired but still angelic. The man had his head on his arm and there was something between them that changed after an hour of being alone.

The man pressed his eyes close, and then started at the sleeping beauty beside him. Feeling both content and satisfied, he reached for those pale cheeks, with high cheek bones, sliding down to those petal shaped lips and staying there. After their union the elf had collapsed on the bed in exhaustion and the man carried him on the bed. He had been watching the being sleep for sometime before the crackling flames got his attention. He knew this moment was what he had been waiting for, and his wait did not go to waste.

Just then Legolas stirred. Aragorn stayed silent and waited for those eyes to open and look at him.

Slowly, the elf's eyes flickered open and the blue met the silver.

"Legolas," whispered the man, touching the elf's cheek gently. Legolas stared back at him, and then without a word sat up straight swiftly. He slid his legs on the floor and was about to stand up when a strong hand pulled him back on the bed.

"Where are you going?" Aragorn asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

Legolas slapped his hands away and sat farther as he could on the bed with his electrifying blue eyes piercing the man.

"What you've done to me is unforgivable!" the elf shouted with gritted teeth as he gathered some covers on the bed to hide his body, "I will never go through something so humiliating anymore!"

Aragorn's anger flare as he stared back at those stubborn blue.

"I've told you we're lovers!" he retorted, grabbing hold of the elf's wrist again, "You have given yourself long before you lost your memory!"

"I refuse to sleep another night with you!" was the answer.

"You can't refuse me!"

"Why so?"

"Because I am your master!" Aragorn did not want to say it but if it was the only thing that could make the elf stay with him then he will risk it.

The defiance on the elf's blue eyes died down a little, but his will was still there. They stared at each other in heated emotion until finally the elf pulled his wrist away from Aragorn and said in his coldest voice.

"I have not an idea as how I became such a slave to you…" he started, his eyes full of accusation, "But do you know who I am? Have you an idea who you are violating in this bedroom?"

Aragorn did not speak. The coldness of the elf's voice was hurting him.

"Who are you…?" he painfully asked, remembering the old elf he was with.

Legolas held his chin high as he said without any doubt in his voice.

"I am Legolas Thrandulion. Son of King Thranduil. Prince of Mirkwood."

Aragorn felt somebody knocked off the air out of his stomach as he heard this proud elf say his true name. Legolas? His Legolas? The Prince of that elven realm… impossible…

What must he do now and to what length must he go in order to keep the elf to his side?

~TBC~

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If I were Aragorn... ***** hehehe...