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~!
Note: The chats between Aragorn and Legolas are always in Elvish. Also with Arwen.
Chapter three: A multitude of Reunions.
The doors opened and a figure glided gracefully into the room. The king stood at his throne, one hand caressing the fine woodwork as he faced away from the entrance. If it were not for the opening doors, Aragorn may not have even been aware of a presence behind him. "A'maelamin..." Aragorn breathed. His voice was soft, but Legolas' acute hearing made it as loud as a scream in the silent throne room.
"Aran nin." Legolas replied in kind.
Hearing that gentle tone once more, soothed Aragorn's nerves and made shivers run down his spine. It had been so, so long since they had last exchanged words and hearing his lover's voice after such a long time made Aragorn turn around in a heart beat. A pin drop silence ensued after ice and storm orbs clashed, both widening a fraction in amazement; Legolas' albeit a bit more discreet. There was a painful throbbing in both men's chests as their eyes held each other's gazes. Aragorn felt his hold on the throne tighten to an almost painful grip.
"Ghh... gya~!" the baby squealed, snapping both parents attention to it. Legolas smiled softly down and started cooing at the child, leaving a stunned Aragorn, awestruck. Confused grey orbs looked from the baby to Legolas and back again a few times until the shock partially wore off. Watching the baby and Legolas interact brought a small pang to Aragorn's chest, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion.
"Legolas..." he murmured, getting the prince's attention once again. Another pang pierced Aragorn's chest as Legolas' radiant smile faded to small and melancholy.
"Estel, this is my son... Melleth." Legolas spoke tentatively, sudden shyness washing over him as he spoke in his native tongue. The nervousness in his veins only intensified as Aragorn took slow steps towards him and his child.
"Melleth..." Aragorn mumbled. Standing only a step away, Aragorn looked at the child. "He's so beautiful..." These words were whispered in elvish, for Aragorn was impacted by a surge of emotions once equally stone colored orbs locked gazes. Legolas was now the one stunned as he watched tears make their way down Aragorn's tan cheeks. The king seemed completely unaware of them however, seeing as he was watching the child look at him curiously, completely falling into a loving stupor. Legolas' shock only increased as the baby stretched out his hands towards his (unknown to either) father, for he never, till now, let anyone, save his mother, hold him. Soon however, a smile, that threatened to break Legolas' face, lit up the elf's features and he handed the child to a very willing, yet extremely nervous, Aragorn. It was Legolas' turn to be held captive by the two communicating and the instant smile that blossomed on Aragorn's own face. Both parents seemed to have been completely thrown off their paces. Gone were the nervous wrecks, seeing their lovers again after a very long time, in their stead were two gushing and awe-struck parents. Soon though, the parents found their gazes relocking and they properly scrutinized the people standing before them.
In Aragorn's point of view; his eyes were feasting on the most beautiful being that ever walked the plains; the only person who could ever ignite a fire inside him that made him forsake all reason, giving him the will to go against Valar itself. His eyes trailed the silken gold locks; he could almost feel the strands sliding down his heated skin every time he moved within the elf's tight passage. Catching himself, Aragorn shook such enticing thoughts from his head and tried calming himself down. His eyes slid then to his flawless face, tracing their way down cool cerulean orbs to perfectly straight nose, then to a pair of pale, utterly kissable pink lips. They even traced down the slim neck and to the cloak covering what Aragorn knew to be the embodiment of sin itself. 'He looks as beautiful as the day I first laid eyes upon him... to think of another in his bed... it infuriates me! However... how am I to talk with my child in another's womb.' Aragorn felt his heart grow heavy at the thought.
To Legolas, he was staring at the king among men, the man who could make him completely forget everything around him, the person he desired more than life itself. His eyes took in the soft brown locks, reminding him of the way his fingers entangled themselves in the hazel locks each time Aragorn's body moved heavenly against his own. Legolas blinked at the sudden thought, light pink staining his cheeks. He ignored the sudden urge to throw himself at his beloved and instead focused on the man's facial features. The gentle slant of his eyebrows, the attentive grey orbs, the thin chapped lips surrounded by a bed of brown hair. Oh what he would do to feel that soft stubble brush against his naked skin. Legolas blinked again. The poor elf prince felt like slapping himself. It wouldn't do to get worked up so early in their reunion or else he wouldn't stand a chance for the rest of his stay! '...It seems, however, that these couple years have taken it's toll... his eyes are rimmed with dark circles... perhaps being the ruler of men is an even harder task than I could have imagined.'
"Who is the mother?" Aragorn asked suddenly, bringing Legolas from his musings.
"Nya-na~!" The baby squealed again, gesturing wildly at Legolas.
Legolas let out a small laugh, eyes warm as he stared lovingly at his baby. "Apparently me." he chuckled, stepping closer to Aragorn so that he could play with his child.
Aragorn let out a hearty laugh and Legolas shook from the tips of his ears to the tips of his toes. "Then I must ask, who is the father?" Aragorn's voice was light with humour, yet there was a sad undertone to his words.
"You." Legolas' voice was gentle, knowing that if he didn't handle this right, he may suffer even greater consequences than Aragorn's wrath alone.
Aragorn's eyes widened drastically as his gaze shot to the shorter, if by only a few inches, male. "...Wh-what?" Aragorn sputtered. "...Could you repeat that please, I think I heard you wrong."
Legolas sighed softly. Stepping back, he started to speak. "After the battle against Sauron's army, the Ents came to me bearing a bowl in which contained the water of life." Legolas' cloak was shed, delicately placed on a nearby seat. He then started stripping off his vest, Aragorn gawking at him all the while. "I later on found out it gave me the ability to give birth to a child." Once he was divested he locked eyes with Aragorn. He pulled up his shirt, never taking his eyes off the man. Aragorn would have found the sight tempting beyond belief, if not for the circumstances in which it was happening. He was far too bewildered by the words he was hearing for any other emotion to stir him. That's when he saw it. A long slit, from Legolas' mid-hip to the top of his ribs, the large scar sinfully marring the once perfect stomach of the elf lord. "Melleth is my son, born of my womb, conceived the night of our victory. He is your son Aragorn. You are his father." (A/N: Total Star Wars moment -.-;)
Aragorn almost dropped the child.
The two stood in silence, one astonished and the other wary. Finally though, Aragorn spoke. "Legolas... why... why would you hide this from me? I had every right to know about this!" Aragorn hissed, not shouting in case he scared the child in his arms. Legolas simply put his shirt back on. "He is my child and you kept him from me!" Aragorn was outraged and deeply wounded by this. To think he had been deceived to such a degree by someone he deeply cherished.
"If you had not left me, perhaps then you would have known." Legolas bit out the words yet regretted them instantly after they were spoken.
The bitterness in his tone surprised Aragorn only because he had never heard so much emotion in the elf's voice before. "You know I could not have stayed by your side. Arnor need a king... and a queen... and a prince." Aragorn looked gently at the child and then shot his eyes back to Legolas. "Excuse me for thinking what should be impossible, impossible." The bitter tone seemed to be contagious.
"Oh for the love of Valar!" Legolas exclaimed. "I loved you." He pinned Aragorn with deeply wounded eyes. "I. Love. YOU." Legolas felt tears pricking at his eyes. "Yet you threw me away so easily... did the time we spent mean anything to you?"
Aragorn went rigid. His face went suddenly cold and he turned. He walked back to the throne and placed the baby securely in it. He then marched straight back to Legolas, making the elf walk backwards until he was caged. Aragorn's arms shot out and slammed his palms on the walls beside the elf's head. "...You think I don't love you? That I never did? I have always... always loved you!" Aragorn's eyes was so full of pain and emotion and love. Legolas almost shed the tears he was keeping at bay. "I love you more than anything. Save, our child. I was a fool. A right fool for leaving you. Yes Arnor needed a king, yes they needed an heir, but I should never have let you go, for now I am trapped with a women I can never love back the way I should, especially since she deserves it. Forced to bed one I think of as a sister." Legolas cringed at both the sentence and the volume of Aragorn's voice. "I was foolish, and scared, and I let my fright control me, making me believe my feelings for Arwen were something they are not. I wished for it so desperately." Aragorn's voice had gone from thundering to resigned and he let out a sigh, leaning his body against Legolas' own, feeling the erratic heart-beat of his love. "You do not know how much I yearned to turn back time and stay with you till you awoke that day, keep you in my arms instead of letting you go." Aragorn's arms wrapped unconsciously wrapped themselves around Legolas' body.
"Aragorn..." Legolas whispered, melting into the embrace.
"I have not slept properly since the day I left. I am plagued by the memory of you and my nights are filled with dreams about our time together, of the small talks we used to have. I have been haunted by your eyes even in my subconscious state. I simply can not get you out of my head. It has become so severe that the times that I have actually slept in a bed in the past two years, amounts to less than 30 days." Legolas blinked at this and stared worriedly at the man holding him. "I have been scared to death of saying your name in my sleep, confessing to you in my dreaming state and having Arwen find out... if it was known I fear she may die of betrayal. Then again, when I do, sleep refuses to claim me. Disgusted gnaws at my insides, the thought of someone besides you in my bed so heinous a deed. Each time it's like a knife in my heart because I know I am betraying you, a lover I thought I lost such affections from long ago."
Legolas felt hot tears slide down his neck and he let the ones he had been holding in escape, stroking Aragorn's unruly brown locks all the while. "But it was for the best was it not? You did your duty as king, and it is obvious that even though I could bear you an heir, you must keep your vows to Arwen and your word to Bromir. You also could not let your people be led astray, only you had the power to bring back the proud city of Arnor... you did what a king needed to do." Legolas pushed him away slightly, holding Aragorn's face in his hands. "You gave you're kingdom what they needed Estel... for that I forgive you." Legolas smiled gently at Aragorn, caressing his cheeks.
"Legolas..." Aragorn murmured, but the moment was cut short for Legolas' hearing detected sharp footsteps heading their way. He quickly fled Aragorn's arms, much to the man's surprise; re-robed himself and gathered Melleth into his arms. Before Aragorn could ask what was happening, the throne room doors burst open and Arwen stormed in.
Hoooo, I feel positively evil. I bet you guys wanted something in there right? Even a little kiss? Mwahahaha, hate me for I am evil~! But review if you wish to see some lovin' ;p. But seriously, I'm just figuring this story out as I go along so tell me if you guys get confused. I don't exactly know what's going to happen in future so if you have requests, I can easily slide them in xD. Note that Aragorn may loose control every now and then (as in 'attack' Leggy) but Legolas is going to be a total cock-block, as well as Arwen D: Let me know what you think yeah? xD
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P.s: This has been long since due:
Elbereth = kinda like saying 'god'-mostly human use in my story
Valar = again like saying 'god'-mostly elf use in my story
Ion nin = my son
Adar = father
Nana = mother
Calenlas = green leaf
Melleth = beloved
A'maelamin = my love
Mellon nin = my friend
Aran nin = my king
Ernil nin = my prince