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.
2nd Note: Any talking with anyone else is in english.
Chapter six: My shoulda, coulda, woulda who didn't.
Legolas woke up panting. His face flushed lightly as he recalled his dream. 'And just when I was starting to be rid of them...' he groaned and buried his hands in his face. His long blond tresses pasted themselves across his bare-backed body due to the light sheen of perspiration coating his skin. He could still feel calloused, tan hands caressing his milky white skin.
Legolas... a'maelamin? Do you like this?
Said male shuddered lightly and a small frown marred his face as pieces of his dream came streaming back into his mind.
By the Valar you are beautiful...
Legolas whined softly, tears pricking his eyes as the memories became more intense. His hands unconsciously snaked down to the muscle between his legs and the other to the round curve of his ass.
I can feel you fluctuating around me... gripping me tight.
Legolas cried out as he imagined hot breath trickle upon his sensitive ears as he tightened his grip around his length, penetrating himself at the same moment.
Can you feel me move inside you?
Legolas' fingers curled within his tight passage, stretching it slightly as he searched for his sweet spot.
Cum for me...
Found it. Legolas felt himself explode and black dots scattered his vision. He looked down to see his hand tightly gripping his now limp shaft, coated in white ooze. Legolas abruptly let go and stood up, going to clean himself up in the safety of his bathroom. He drew himself a bath after lightly washing up, checking on his sleeping son before ringing the bell behind his curtain.
"You called my Prince?" a servant spoke from behind the giant oak doors.
"Send for the King." Legolas said evenly, petting the infant's blonde hair, smile curving his lips.
Moments later the doors swept open and Aragorn entered the room. The two regals shared a heated look. Aragorn was the first to act, kissing his son on the crown of his head before advancing to Legolas' frozen body. Their lips crashed together in a passionate frenzy, moving against each other wildly as their hands roamed their significant other. Legolas found himself lying on the bed once more, only this time he had enough strength to push away before things got too heated.
"Aragorn." he said in a firm but horse voice.
"A'maelamin?" Aragorn purred, his lips refusing to break from the smooth expanse of Legolas' neck.
"Stop... I need a bath." Aragorn blinked in confusion. "I called you here to know if you wanted to spend some time alone with our son while I bathe and catch up with our friends." A wide grin spread across Aragorn's face and he nuzzled Legolas' neck. The way he said 'our' made it seem like they were married, sharing everything together.
"Yes, I think I'd like that... no matter how appealing joining you in that bath sounds." Aragorn sighed out the last part before drawing back, pressing a quick peck against Legolas' lips, pouting lightly.
"..." Legolas was weak to that face, he made a slightly pained expression before caving. "Fine. Tomorrow morning we may bathe together..." Legolas sighed, refusing to meet the man's overly happy gaze. Aragorn leaned back towards him, sneaky smile shrinking his lips.
"Imagine the amount of things I'm going do as you rub your wet, bare skin against mine..." Aragorn breathed out hotly, wracking Legolas' body with shudders of pleasure.
"...you need to go Estel." Legolas moaned softly, his fingers unconsciously fisted tightly in the folds of the man's shirt. Aragorn just chuckled, getting off the male elf once again, untangling the fingers from his shirt. He winked before striding to his son's side.
"We'll be in the garden for the most part...if you wish to join us." Aragorn smiled lightly before cradling his son in his arms and striding out the door. Legolas groaned and the velvety sound of his voice. He sighed lightly and stood, walking towards the bath.
'I need a drink.' He changed his words to english as he spoke to the servants outside. "Bring me one glass your finest red." he then began to strip down. He slid on a green silk robe as a knock was heard on the door.
"You're wine my prince." He nodded to the servant in thanks and whisked the cup off of the silver platter. The servant bowed before leaving.
"Mmm, this is good..." Legolas murmured as the liquid slid down his parched throat. He sighed as he sank into the warm tub. It was large to say the least, and least eight feet wide all around, and the water was gorgeously warm. Being outdoors was definitely where Legolas felt more comfortable, but sometimes, it's nice to have a luxurious hot bath. "...I wonder if Aragorn knows of any hot springs near by..." Legolas hummed. He hadn't been this lax since the babies' conception and really, it felt quite nice to be able to put whole-hearted trust into someone else, without worrying. He couldn't even do that with his father because the baby would always cry if Legolas were not in sight.
'This must be what it's like to be married.' Legolas felt a stab of yearning pierce his heart. 'To truly be with the one you love.' Tears gathered in the elf's eyes and he submerged himself in water, breaking through the surface when he was sure the tears had stopped. 'He is married to Arwen.' Legolas scolded himself as he lathered the scented oils upon his body, wiping away the grit and grime of his journey. 'So what if he loves her more, so what if she also has his child... that's just fine!' Legolas felt the tears come back. 'Pull yourself together Greenleaf. You are the future king of Mirkwood. You will not let your emotions get the better of you.' After the pep talk Legolas rose from the bath, using a cloth to dry himself.
Soon Legolas redressed and left his new quarters, going to get breakfast.. well brunch. The doors of the dining hall opened for him and he took a seat. Before he could drop into another pitiful lecture, a servant arrived. "We have fresh fruit and jam pastries, cooled water and shredded fish crackers." Legolas nodded and the tray was put in front of him. It was gold, along with the covering lid. The cutlery was gold as well. Legolas dug into the meal, that tasted deliciously natural and sweet yet the savoury crackers cleansed the palate wonderfully. 'He knows me so well...' Legolas sighed, rising from the table as the staff cleared up the empty meal tray. After the refreshing breakfast, Legolas found himself walking towards the garden. However, he stopped as his eyes landed on one grouchy little face he could never forget.
"Gimli!" Legolas called, his tone nothing but full of mirth.
"Legolas!" The dwarf cheered and raced towards the prince as the elf did the same, lowering himself near the end. Happy words were said and smiles and hugs all around.
"I missed you, mister dwarf." Legolas teased.
"And I you, princling." Gimli shot back, smiles still present on both their faces. As Legolas was about to reply, someone cleared their throat and a squeal was heard.
"Oh?" both turned to see Aragorn standing their with his squealing son safely held in his arms. Legolas raised a brow at the slight frown on Aragorn's face, but then, when he looked down at Gimli, he realized and quickly withdrew. If Gimli noticed the sudden shift of atmosphere, he said nothing.
"Aragorn!" he grinned, "Who is that little tyke? So adorable!" he beamed, going to give Aragorn a hug and then withdrew to coo at the baby. Melleth stared at the strange man weirdly. His daddy didn't seem very happy, but his mommy was, so he wasn't sure what to feel about the tubby, bearded stranger.
"This is...Legolas' son... Melleth." Aragorn winced a bit, but still smiled at his long-been companion and friend, the baby relaxed a little more.
"You had a son!? And you never told me?" Gimli sounded so completely hurt and it wrenched at Legolas' heart.
"Didn't tell me either..." Aragorn muttered, frowning a little before turning back to his neglected babe. Legolas shot Aragorn a glare as his elf ears picked up the soft remark. This made Gimli feel a little more at ease, but he was still angry.
"I'm sorry Gimli, the child's other parent... died." he shot a semi-apologetic, semi-smug look at Aragorn's counter-glare. "I was overcome by grief and could tell no one." To this Aragorn was the one begging for forgiveness and Legolas' gaze was cold. "My father also said it would be best for the child if he was not known by anyone else. And so, not even my people no of his existence, or that of my deceased lover." Legolas' voice sent chills rippling down Aragorn's back and Melleth began to whimper. Aragorn sucked up his pain and comforted his child.
"I see... I'm sorry for your loss. Anyone worthy of your attentions must have been both intelligent and beautiful." his voice sounded so forlorn Aragorn had almost felt sorry for him... if the man weren't seething with jealousy.
"Yes... my lover was certainly... a jaw-dropper..." Legolas muttered. Aragorn did not hide his grin; lucky for the both of them, Gimli's eyes were on Legolas.
"How old is the babe?" Gimli questioned.
"Only six months." Legolas sighed, going up to Aragorn's side and stroking the head of blonde hair gently, another palm on Aragorn's shoulder. Aragorn smiled serenely at the prince, who reciprocated, before staring adoringly at their son, whom was bright eyed and beaming with happiness as it felt the love radiating off his parents, solely for him. His silver eyes, just like his father's sparkled with joy and he giggled, waving his arms in the air.
Gimli silently observed the two males, then a feeling of jealousy erupted within his chest.
"Can I hold him?" Gimli plead, he wanted the same moment with Legolas, to look like a happy family, like he belonged with him.
Aragorn was, at first, reluctant to give the child up, but did at the look of longing in his friend's eyes. "Of course." he gently handed the confused baby to the nervous dwarf.
Gimli held the child as if he was made of fine china. "H...hi there..." Two giant grey orbs looked curiously at him before turning to see where his parents had gone. Slowly Melleth began to shake and sob. That was when he broke out into a full wail. Legolas quickly took the child back into his arms and Aragorn was right by his side, hushing the baby. With the joint efforts of both parents, Melleth quietened down in seconds.
"My apologies mellon nin, Arwen had the same problem. Melleth simply does not take well to strangers." Legolas shot a apologetic look at Gimli's shocked and hurt face as Aragorn played with their child. At Gimli's pointed stare Legolas further explained. "I believe that, since Aragorn is to soon become a father, there is some connection that makes Melleth calm when with him." Though it pained Legolas to say this, he kept his features schooled. But Aragorn saw through his facade and gently stroked Legolas' hip with his hidden arm.
"I see..." The dwarf frowned but conceded.
"Then shall we go see everyone else?" Legolas questioned in order to get their minds off of the situation. Aragorn and Gimli both nodded and Aragorn led the way.
Woooow I sure took my sweet time with this update. I am so sorry all you guys that like this story -.-; So like, here's the long awaited update xD I got slapped with inspiration so I updated both of my Aroleggy stories~! So I hope you liked it, tell me what you think yeah?