The down side of Love, Loyalty and Duty.
Warning: This is M for a reason, and though there may be no drugs there is still violence, course language, sexual references and scenes and also the use of alcohol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Cause if I did, THIS is how it would end~!
Chapter two: Recollections of the past.
The prince of Mirkwood, soon to be crowned king, was seated within a beautifully engraved, jewel encrusted, oak carriage; attached to a string of crisp white and blonde horses, which steadily galloped towards Gondor palace, behind which was a troop of eleven soldiers. The golden haired royal sighed ruefully at the long awaited reunion between old friends and the secret one of lovers. Legolas looked silently through the window, legs crossed and eyes drooped as he lost himself in memories, rocking the equally as blonde haired infant in his arms in a slow, rhythmic motion. At the sound of a baby's coo, Legolas looked down, his eyes growing tender and joyous at the look of the baby smiling happily in his dreaming state. 'My precious treasure' the prince thought fondly, the radiant smile not leaving his lips as he cooed softly back to his child. 'Rest Melleth, for we have a long ways to go, and an even longer journey still once we get there.' Snuggling deeper into his parent's arms, Melleth stilled, eyes closed in his unconscious, signalling to any the sight of a, if partially, human child, while also hiding his soft grey orbs.
"Sire, we are almost at Gondor's border." the driver informed.
"I see... Thank you Rimris." Legolas replied, noting the familiar scenery and strum of people in the distance. Once again he looked at the child in his arms. 'I have much to tell you Aragorn... and I fear how you may take such news...' With that Legolas' thoughts went to when his love was reciprocated, the event that changed his life, when his world fell apart and the day when salvation came for him.
FLASHBACK(S).
Legolas was bathing at the river near the camp sight, his skin wrapped in silver as the moonlight shone upon him, his hair likened to shimmering silver. The water was waist deep and crystal clear, giving a clean and cool feel to Legolas' body. His love, Aragorn, was off to collect firewood and his comrade, Gimli, was keeping an eye on the camp, giving Legolas the fine opportunity to bathe in peace. But all good things come to an end and Legolas' keen ears heard the crunching of footsteps. Footsteps he could recognize in a heart beat. The was the dropping of wood heard as well as a sharp intake of breath. Legolas turned slowly and looked up at a speechless Aragorn, standing in a shocked stupor, mouth agape."A'maelamin." Aragorn murmured before his eyes darkened to a stormy grey. Before he knew what he was doing, Aragorn found himself shedding his skin of their covers, leaving Legolas the one in a stunned silence.
'Aragorn...' Legolas thought, his own blue eyes going dark as his love stood on the banks, body bare of anything. He was put in a trance as Aragorn waded closer to him. Even the necklace had been forgotten in the pile of clothes as the two of them lost themselves to each other. Aragorn swept Legolas in his arms, pressing a rough, desperate kiss to his lips. One of his arms wound securely around Legolas' hips and the other pulled their heads closer together in hoped to deepen the kiss.
When Aragorn's lips found themselves attacking Legolas' neck, Legolas lightly pushed them away a little and looked into Aragorn's eyes. "...What of the Evenstar?" Legolas was finding it hard to keep his composure when pressed so intimately against the man he loves, naked no less.
"If only tonight, let it be of the two of us and no other... I beseech you." Aragorn whispered his hold tightening as he buried his face in the crook of Legolas' neck. Legolas moaned breathily as skilled lips restarted their assault on his throat.
"...Very well Melleth... only tonight..." he breathed.
Except it was not the last for there were countless more.
"Legolas my love..."
"Legolas I love you."
"A'maelamin?"
Then came the most memorable night.
Returning from the battlefield victorious, everyone went off to celebrate the destruction of such evil and grieve for those who passed on in the fight for freedom. One elf prince in particular had a rather interesting meeting with nature, called on by the Ents. The prince puzzled over the tree guardian's words and actions on the way to his room, where his lover sat waiting for him, grave expression fixed upon his face. "Melleth... the Ents gave me a drink of magic water... they said it would help ease the pain and bring salvation to me... yet I know not of what they speak..." Legolas looked puzzlingly at Aragorn, who seemed strangely silent for such a blessed day.
"I do not think-" Aragorn finally spoke up. "-such beings would wish you ill-will, quite the opposite... however, Legolas, we may have a more pressing matter to attend to."Aragorn's seriousness worried and puzzled the elf, who gazed questioningly at the half-ling in front of him.
"What troubles you melleth?" Legolas asked tentatively, moving to sit beside him on the bed, looking deep into his lover's eyes.
"I wish to hold you..." The sadness and regret heavy in his tone and the mixed longing and apologetic expressions on his face made something in Legolas's chest ache terribly. He clutched at it in pain as he noticed the unsaid 'one last time'.
"Why..?" Legolas choked out, tears prickling at his eyes, yet he refused to shed them till his question was answered.
"Please." Aragorn whispered, his own voice trembling with emotion. With a closing of eyes and a feeble nod, Aragorn crashed his lips against Legolas'.
Two bodies landed heavily on the plush mattress as kisses and touches were shared. Mouths moved together roughly then tenderly, tongues twisting as the pattern shifted. Fingers entangled in hair as others moved to shed clothing and explore the familiarity of each other's bodies. Limbs tangled together and heat gathered between them, yet neither stopped to take a break, too lost in the feeling of just being together as well as the alarming idea that this may be the last time they could express their love. The soon to be King of Gondor stared unwaveringly down at Legolas' naked form, eyes thorough in their search for his body's reactions to his touch. He kneeled in front of Legolas' prone form, his thighs spreading Legolas' legs wider. The prince look to the side abashedly at this seemingly normal occurrence, only to have Aragorn tilt his head back to stare him in the eye.
"You are the only man I will ever accept or love, and I am the only one you shall ever love or accept as well." He asked for no agreement, there was no hope in his voice, only regret, sadness, longing and fact. Legolas looked up at him with a soft smile, making Aragorn smile as well, both smiles sincere in love and honesty. With each kiss Aragorn strew on Legolas' body, the closer he came to Legolas' prize. He lay butterfly kisses along the sensitive flesh, receiving whimpers and moans in reply to his ministrations. There was a slight bucking present in Legolas' hips which brought a smirk to Aragorn's face. "You're so beautiful a'maelamin." Aragorn husked in awe before sliding his lips down Legolas' length, past his sacks and to his tight passage. Aragorn's tongue slid in to part the tight ring of muscles, eyes locked on to Legolas' own.
Legolas cried out in ecstasy, his sounds unheard by others for they had gone to drink in celebration of such a long awaited victory. His moans and cries of pleasure echoed on the stone walls, filling Aragorn's head with his beautiful voice. Aragorn moaned at the sound, his voice reverberating through Legolas' skin, drawing out a shout of release. "Aragorn!" Legolas cried, his seed spraying across his own body. Aragorn merely smiled and gathered the fluids, coating his fingers in the sticky substance before plunging them into Legolas' opening. Again Legolas cried out, tossing and turning as more fingers were added, his own fingers clawing the sheets below him viciously. Legolas arched his back when the pleasure became too great, bending almost completely into a bridge before releasing and crashing back into the bed. He panted harshly as Aragorn slowly slid out his fingers, getting a weak whimper of annoyance from the elf, until something greater pressed against Legolas's 'cheeks'.
Aligning himself, Aragorn swiftly thrust into his elf born lover, waiting only moments before withdrawing and thrusting in again. During this haphazard pattern, Aragorn tangled his fingers in Legolas' hair, the other hand clasping one of Legolas', their fingers intertwined. Legolas' other hand was clutching desperately at Aragorn's shoulder, their lips moving against each other as their bodies moved to the rhythm of their love. Thrust after thrust was made as was cry after cry and groan after moan. These sounds and the slap of skin filled the room with bliss as the couple made love against the sheets, unbeknownst to them that it was one night that will leave a mark on them and their lives forever. They simply lost themselves in the feeling of each others arms and the completion they felt each time they mated. At sunrise was when they stopped, when Legolas collapsed, his body could take no more and so he lay fading into unconscious. The last words he heard before morning was "Goodbye my a'mealamin."
It seems that with peace came the destruction of something monumental.
"Legolas... I may still love Arwen."
"We can no longer be together."
"Legolas, there is no future for us..."
And so the prince wept... until...
"Lady Galadriel." Legolas bowed to the queen, he spoke in elvish to his queen.
'I know why you've come.' she whispered in his mind.
"Please tell me, my lady, do you know of what ails me?" Legolas had been feeling quite sick of late, it may be due to the fact his lover is gone... so he may be facing death.
"My news is interesting if not strange... I am unsure how you will find it." Galadriel seemed puzzled and in thought, looking coolly at Legolas.
"Does that mean I am not going to die?" The hope in Legolas' voice brought an amused laugh out of Galadriel.
"No, no, quite the contrary. There will be no taking of life, rather it's creation." At Legolas' confused expression the queen explained. "You, Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, are with child." Legolas' eyes widened a good fraction and he stared at his queen with a highly undignified and bewildered expression.
"I...I beg your pardon?" Legolas was speechless to say the least. He must have heard wrong. They very idea of a man bearing a child was ludicrous!
'Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the person, no, it is not.' Galadriel spoke amusedly in his mind, albeit a little annoyed.
"It is due to the Ents giving you their blessed water. Also, I know of who the father is... but I can see you wish for it not to be known. Very well, keep this secret, however... you must in form your family and midwife of this immediately, is this understood?" Legolas nodded dazedly before he was dismissed. His hand unconsciously traveled to his stomach and Legolas felt a small, nervous, smile tilt his lips. He was going to give birth to Aragorn's child. 'Valar help me...'
FLASHBACK(S) END.
"Gh-yaaa~!" The baby giggled, tugging his mother's -(A/N: Yeah it's confusing having two fathers, so Legolas is going to be mommy dearest ;p)- gold locks, bringing said elf from his thoughts. It seemed that his child was now awake and ready to cause mischief.
Legolas smiled again, looking deep into his soft grey eyes before rubbing their noses together and chuckling softly when he saw his son playing happily with his hair. "Having fun Melleth?" he cooed, lifting the baby up before pulling him back to be rocked. "I see someone's looking forward to see their father." His smile turned slightly melancholy until Melleth blew a raspberry. "How dignified." Legolas mused amusedly, getting another raspberry in reply. Legolas laughed softly again before getting the silk cloth attached to baby's blanket and gently cleaning his mouth, making him giggle as the soft material brushed past his nose.
"Sire, we have arrived." Rimris called.
Legolas blinked at the words, watching as his door was opened and, after two years, he stepped onto the grounds of Gondor palace. 'I'm coming for you... Aragorn.' With that the baby was tucked securely into his mothers arms and Legolas walked towards the throne room.
And here you have Legolas' side of the story, hope you all enjoyed~! Yes, as you can see, I went through with the mpreg. And no, unless I get a request I won't be writing in detail about the pregnancy, only mentioning it in passing. And if more people decline that chapter well then majority rules, sorry folks, the opposite applies as well. Majority rules is how I like to play it ;p Tell me what you think yeah? And tell me if you don't want much Arwen in here and if you do, you're choices peoples~!