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 four: The royal secret.
"Valar! I have been searching the whole castle for you Calenlas! It has been much too long since you graced us with your company!" Arwen chided lightly, kissing Legolas' cheeks happily, still.
"Yes, I apologize for this folly, however the days have been filled with matters of the kingdom and of the heart, the time slips away." Legolas managed a small smile for his long-been friend and queen. "I see that your condition does not deter your character. Nor your beauty, Evenstar." There was a hint of mirth present in Legolas' eyes as he inclined his head to the queen. There was also well-masked pain.
"Goo..." the baby whines, startling all occupants in the room.
"It seems Melleth wishes for the attention of his Nana." Aragorn joked lightly, and stroked his son's head with a gentle touch.
"Elbereth." Arwen breathed, looking at the child. "Oh Legolas, is this babe of your blood?" Arwen looked at the beautiful elfling in wonder, eyes wide at the sudden appearance of Legolas' unknown child.
"Aye..." Legolas nodded cradling the child protectively in his embrace.
"May I try holding him?" Arwen asked, her eyes pleading as she stretched out her arms.
"Of course." Legolas said, hesitating a fraction of a second before handing the child over to his female companion. That is when the child started to struggle, his face pouting and he let out calls for his 'Nana'. Legolas excused himself and retook his child. All three looked wordily as the baby kept whining, even back in his mother's arms. "Calm yourself Ion nin, what ails you?" Legolas cooed, rocking the baby a little. "My apologies, this is very unusual of him..."
Aragorn was by Legolas' side the moment the baby started to cry. Legolas looked desperately at him and he gently took his son from the distraught elf-prince. The baby's tears stopped slowly and he looked up at his father with wide teary eyes. "Calm Melleth, Adar's here." Aragorn said softly, nuzzling the child.
"A-da~!" He cooed and giggle at the large smile upon Aragorn's face at the word 'Adar'.
"Legolas... why did the child call you his mother? Where is his mother?" Arwen spoke out, her voice still slightly awe-struck by the child's love of the king. Legolas did not tear his eyes from his love and child.
"They are lost." Legolas' eyes turned sad as his sky-blue orbs glossed over with memories. 'I am sorry mellon nin, I can not tell you of his true identity. That must remain a secret between only three.'
"Oh... " Arwen said softly, gazing at the child in Aragorn's arms with pity, and then looking at Legolas with an apologetic frown. Legolas just inclined his head to her, tearing his eyes away from the beautiful sight before him to reassure his friend. With a smile Arwen went to Aragorn's side. "The child seems so fond of you, Adar." Arwen elbowed him in the ribs lightly, her voice colored with humor. "You'll be a wonderful father, not that I had any doubt." she winked at him. Aragorn smiled at her and then glanced at her stomach lovingly.
'I can imagine them as a family. So easily in fact... it hurts.' Legolas thought miserably. 'I want my child back... I want Aragorn back...' Legolas let out and inaudible sigh and gazed longingly at the happy family.
The baby in Aragorn's arms started whining again, as if sensing his mother's distress. "Legolas." Aragorn called, walking towards the blonde haired elf. Aragorn gave the child back to Legolas, who instantly started to rock and coo it. Aragorn watched the way Legolas' entire demeanor changed as soon as the baby was in his arms. It was tugging on his heart-strings and he couldn't hold back a completely joyous and love-filled expression to light up his face.
'He just looks so beautiful. To think, he is an honorable man, loyal comrade, courageous warrior and a loving mother. All in all he is the most amazing person I ever met.'
'What is this?' Arwen thought, furrowing her brows. 'I have never seen such an expression on his face, not since he was a child.' Arwen followed his gaze to Legolas and frowned. 'It couldn't be... no... Aragorn must be looking at the babe.' But the more she watched the more the throbbing in her chest increased. Arwen layed a hand on her stomach and calmed at the feel of her baby's heart beat. 'Yes, of course. Tis the child. I have been foolish to think more.' Shaking her head Arwen let a smile tilt her lips. "Well!" This got the attention of all three males. "I think you must be tired from your journey. Come I will have a maid show you to your chambers Ernil nin." Arwen said, opening the doors of the throne room. "I shall also get a crib set up at once-" Arwen was cut off.
"No!" The fervent tone made the queen and king both widen their eyes. "He cannot sleep without me." Legolas said softly his eyes looking down at Melleth's own.
"Oh! But is that not dangerous?" Arwen asked, only to be silenced by the fierce glare Legolas shot her way.
"I would never bring harm to my child." Legolas said stonily. "Take back your words Arwen Undómiel, child of Rivendell." Legolas' eyes had her frozen, leaving her to stutter out an apology.
"I... I'm sorry. Legolas, I did not mean-" Arwen was cut off once again.
"Please. The words were said and all I wish now is to be alone with my son." He then glided past her, head held high, following a very nervous maid to his quarters.
The couple were left in silence as the doors shut. Then Aragorn sighed. "Do not fret my queen, I shall speak to Legolas. He is simply hurt by your lack of faith in him as a parent." Aragorn smiled at her tentatively. Arwen nodded, frown still set on her face, eyes concerned.
"I fear my ignorant words have caused him to lose trust." Arwen murmured, rubbing her belly anxiously. Aragorn knelt down and kissed her stomach, taking her hand, he kissed the back before smiling gently at her. He got to his feet and then followed Legolas out the door. Arwen watched him go with more worry etched on her face. 'You again avoid my lips... why do you turn from me?' With that thought she sighed and went to her chambers, feeling fatigue eat away at her.
Legolas was not faring too well either. He was kicking himself for letting his emotions best him. As an elf, aloofness came naturally so to go off in such a way had shocked even himself. He dismissed the maid as he entered the room. He sat on the bed slowly, lost in thought. 'Mayhap this is retribution... the reminder of the grievous death that was sure to claim me if not for my son's existence.' Legolas looked down at the baby munching on his hair with a soft smile. The smile went however when the sound of tapping shoes were detected by his sensitive ears. It seems Aragorn had chased after him. 'Though is this not a little late?'
"Legolas." The doors opened, closing just as quickly.
'He had caught up rather fast.' Legolas noted. "Estel." was all Aragorn received in reply.
Aragorn walked towards him. "Calm a'maelamin-" Aragorn was cut off as well, halting his steps.
"Do not call me that." Legolas seethed, hiding his child from what was surly an ugly sight. He turned away and quickly tucked the child in a bed of pillows at the head of the bed.
"Then I suppose I shall never say it again." Aragorn leveled a glare, though it softened as his eyes looked down to his child.
Legolas sighed tiredly. "...You can not simply act like this after all that has happened. Your right to love me has gone... as is my right to love you." Legolas could not look at the man who took a seat beside him.
"There are no rights to love, a'maelamin... just like we cannot choose who we love." Aragorn mumbled, hand rising to stroke Legolas' cheek. Legolas did not flinch, instead, he hesitantly lifted his gaze, looking into Aragorn's eyes with hidden nervousness. Staring into the deep silver pools, Legolas felt himself drowning, cheek tingling at Aragorn's prolonged touch. Said man's calloused fingers splayed themselves to cup Legolas' cheek, wanting nothing more than to kiss the elf beside him senseless. Legolas suddenly became hyperaware of they're position. They were seated on a bed, beside each other, faces inches away and no-one else around, he would have known if there were. Legolas' sensitive senses made him feel heady; shuddering as Aragorn's warm breath fanned his face, intoxicated by his unique scent of leather-bound books and musk, and the way every inch his touch covered burned oh so pleasantly. Aragorn had leant in even closer still, their noses now brushing each other, making Legolas quiver in pleasure. His breath started to become slightly labored, as his eyes followed Aragorn's gaze to the elf's peach petals.
The second Aragorn's lips touched his own, Legolas let out a breathy moan, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders instantly. Aragorn all but tore the princes robes off his body with his other hand, the hand on Legolas' face gone to bury their fingers in blonde silk tresses. Aware that their child lay on the pillows, Aragorn pushed Legolas down so that he was splayed across the bed, His knees going between Legolas thighs, parting them instinctively from all their nights together. He reveled in the feeling of the elf-prince's lean legs wrapping around his hips, again by instinct, kicking off his boots. Their tongues slid against each other roughly as their needs consumed them. Grating against his lover's hips, Aragorn removed the vest and shirt from his elf's body. As the cool air brushed against Legolas' heated skin, the prince began to regain his senses. Sensing this, Aragorn played his trump card. He nipped the tip of Legolas' pointed ear. Legolas bucked his hips violently into the king's and let a soft shriek of 'Aragorn' leave his lips. The man smirked at the way, moments later, Legolas started squirming in discomfort.
"Did you enjoy such a sudden release a'maelamin?" Aragorn chuckled deeply. Legolas just looked away in embarrassment. Aragorn's smirk widened at the cute elf below him, he always loved the way Legolas would look so shy when he came. Yes he played dirty, he knew doing that to Legolas' second most sensitive part of his body would result in the elf's premature release, but he couldn't help it. Aragorn slowly slid off Legolas' sullied tights, kicking off his own shoes in the process. When the elf lay naked below him, his eyes feasted as his hands had a field day, exploring and reacquainting themselves with Legolas' beautiful body. Aragorn eyed the scar running down Legolas' stomach with endless love and tenderness. He kissed along it gently, laving his tongue up the scar and then trace butterfly kisses to the elf' nipples. His mouth wrapped their lips around the tightened nub and sucked gently at it, rolling his tongue around the pert bud as his finger played with the other, swapping after it had gotten thorough attention.
Legolas found that any of the cool aloofness remaining in him had flown out the window along with his conscience. All that remained was a squirming, writhing, wonton mess of a man in elf's skin. His fingers had buried themselves in both the bed sheets and in Aragorn's hair, as moans and mewls of ecstasy escaped his lips. His eyes were on Aragorn's body, burning with unbridled lust. Then Aragorn slid his mouth down Legolas' body, tracing butterfly kisses down the scar that lead to the elf's most sensitive muscle. Just as Aragorn's mouth was to descend upon him, there was a cry sounded.
"Dya-buh~!" Baby Melleth squealed clapping his hands as the wind whispered softly to him. Legolas felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on him. He froze, as did Aragorn. Slowly though, they both began to get their senses back. Their eyes locked for a moment as a frown marred Legolas' features.
"Go." he whispered. Aragorn's eyes looked conflicted but he gave a strained nod. Turning away quickly, so as not to get tempted, Aragorn put his shoes on and left; though not before kissing his son's head gently. When the door closed, Legolas let out a sigh and buried his face in his hands. He looked to his son and his eyes turned tender. 'What have you're parents done Melleth?'
So yeah, who liked/hated it? I know I did~! I wonder how long it will take Legolas to crack... more over, when will Arwen find out? If she ever does that is... Dun DUN DUUUUN. But seriously, tell me who wants 'loving' action or 'jealous' action. Review to let me know plz, ideas are welcome~! The next chapter is up to you, sex or no sex-that is the question ;p