*Title: Calling Your Name (sequel to Echoes)
*Author: Rutaari (pippa250@hotmail.com)
*Pairing(s): Legolas/Aragorn
*Rating: R
*Summary: Legolas has remained in Gondor with Aragorn, but does not admit how
much Mirkwood is calling to him, until his brothers come into the picture.  But
his father banished him, right...?
*Disclaimer: I don't own them, I only wish I did. I have nothing to sue over,
but hey! There's a penny I just found. want that?
*Warning: none at all. wow! that's a first!
*Authors Note: Ok, this story is a SEQUEL to the Silent Shouts series. If you
have not read Whispers, Silent Shouts, AND Echoes, you WILL NOT understand this
story! PLEASE read those first. I promise you won't regret it. I think you'll
like this one, too. I worked really hard, even though it is only eight pages.

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*** (Asterics, when they are put 3 together like that, mean to look to the
bottom of the story for translations. Dont worry, it only comes up once.)


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Calling Your Name
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Aragorn awoke slowly, keeping his eyes closed against the morning light that
invaded his chambers. He was tempted to let himself fall back to sleep,  but
became suddenly aware of a soft breath tickling his chest. The king opened his
eyes, and was greeted with the sight that he saw every morning when he awoke,
but it made the picture no less breathtaking.
	
Legolas lay next to him, his arm slung over Aragorn’s chest, and his leg
entwined around Aragorn’s knee. The elf’s blonde head lay on the king’s chest,
his eyes placid and deep, his breath steady, as he slept in his lover’s arms.
Aragorn watched the sleeping elf for a long time, and did not notice when the
eyes became bright and moved to look at the Man’s face.

“What are you doing?” The elf’s sweet voice asked.
Aragorn started, and then smiled when he saw that Legolas was awake.

“I am admiring you.” He said, kissing the elf on the head. “Did anyone ever tell
you that you are beautiful?”
Legolas laughed.

“All the time.” He said, placing a soft kiss on Aragorn’s lips. “Did anyone ever
tell you that you are incredibly handsome?”
Aragorn smiled.

“Of course. I tell myself every day.” He jested.
	
Legolas groaned and rolled away from the king’s arms, replacing his body with 
a pillow, and holding it down over Aragorn’s face. The Man started to push the
pillow away, but Legolas anticipated the ranger’s motives, and lay himself
across the pillow. Cocking his head to listen, he heard a muffled voice cry from
under the down.

“I submit!” Aragorn’s cry came, and Legolas removed the pillow from his lover’s
face.

“I knew you would.” He laughed. “Men are so weak.”

“We are not-” Aragorn started to say, but was stopped when Legolas bent down
over his body and began sucking on his nipple. The king gasped in pleasure and
arched his head back, letting his eyes flutter closed. Just as Aragorn became
hard and erect, Legolas stopped his ministrations, and straddled the king’s
hips.

“As I said,” He jeered, “Men are weak.”
	
Aragorn glared at the elf, but admitted that he had proved a point. Legolas
stared back at the man, mocking him with his eyes. Aragorn waited a moment,
letting Legolas think that he was safe from any attack the man might commit, and
then with motions that were purely elf-like, he rolled Legolas onto his back on
the bed and pinned him with his hips. Legolas let out a cry of surprise.

“Now who is the weaker race?” Aragorn asked mockingly, and slid his body down to
where his mouth hovered over Legolas’ erection.  The elf gasped as the man’s hot
mouth engulfed his shaft, and arched his back, pushing himself farther into the
man’s mouth. Aragorn continued until Legolas was near completion, laughing at
the elf’s soft moans and whimpers that emitted from his slightly parted lips.

“Do you love me?” Aragorn  asked, pulling away from Legolas’ hard cock.
	
Legolas opened his mouth to answer, but a knock came on the door.

“My lord, are you there? I must speak with you.”

“Hold that thought.” Aragorn told Legolas, placing a kiss on the elf’s lips. “It
is Captain Faramir.”

The Man sprung from the bed, calling through the door for Faramir to wait a
moment, and pulled on his leggings and tunic that lay on the floor from the
night before.

“Come in!” He called, and the door opened and Faramir appeared, slightly aghast
at the sight of the king so disheveled and Legolas naked and barely covered by
the sheets of the bed.

“My lord,” He stuttered. “Will you not be at the meeting of the guards today? It
starts in half an hour.”
	
Aragorn gasped and brought his hand to his head.

“I have forgotten. I will be there, Faramir, thank you.”
	
The Captain nodded his head in reply and left the room, taking one last glance
at the elf who almost posed in the bed.

“I must be at that meeting.” Aragorn said, pulling open a drawer and rummaging
around for fresh clothes.

“And do you plan to leave me in this state?” Legolas asked in a sing-song voice,
and motioned to the place in the sheets that stood towering above the rest of
the bed.
	
Aragorn laughed and motioned to his own erection.

“I will leave myself in this state, as well.” He joked, and pulled on fresh
breeches. “But this meeting will not last long. If you meet me at the stables in
an hour I will make it up to you on our ride.”

Legolas grinned. “I will bring lunch.” He laughed, and stood from the bed,
stretching. “Don’t be late.” He called as he watched the king leave the
chambers.

Aragorn looked back at the elf.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He mocked, and disappeared down the hall.

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Legolas sat patiently in the branches of a tree, waiting for Aragorn. Brego and
Hasufel waited in the shade of the tree,  saddled and ready to go. A pack filled
with food was slung across Hasufel’s saddle.

Legolas turned his head in the direction of footsteps. The steps were quick,
but soft and padding, like an elf. It was Aragorn. Legolas laughed as the man
stopped next to the horses and without even looking up, said “I know you’re up
there, wood elf.”

The elf swung gracefully down from the tree and next to the man.

“You’re meeting went well?” He asked, kissing Aragorn on the cheek.

“As well as a meeting with the guards can go.” Aragorn said, mounting his horse.

“Orcs are starting to stray into the west side of the city, so we’ve increased
patrol there, but that’s the only exciting thing that happened.”
	
Legolas nodded in understanding. He knew from experience that meetings like
that could get very dull. In Mirkwood his father would call the meetings, and he
would be forced to sit through hours of talk that had nothing to do with him.

“Well, lets make something exciting happen then.” He suggested, and spurred
Hasufel into a hard gallop toward the woods.
	
Aragorn followed Legolas and Hasufel until the elf finally pulled up the horse
in a clearing, where a stream ran bubbling out of the trees.

“At last, some peace.” Aragorn sighed as he and Legolas got off the horses and
collapsed into the whispering grass.

“I know what you mean.” Legolas said. “I used to do anything to get away from my
father.” The elf quickly snapped his mouth shut. He had not meant to say
anything about Mirkwood. He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

“You’re father?” Aragorn asked. “Have you heard from him? I thought he would be
more worried since you disappeared.”
	
Legolas bowed his head and looked at the ground. He had kept this a secret for
far too long. Aragorn must know.

“He no longer cares.” He said softly. “I am no longer his son.”
	
Aragorn went agape, and then gained his composure and put a hand on Legolas’
shoulder.

“He disowned you?”

“Nay. He banished me.” Legolas said, looking into Aragorn’s eyes. “When I told
him I was coming to visit you, he threatened that if I left I was never to
return. He meant it. I will stay with you in Gondor.”
	
Aragorn withdrew his hand from Legolas’ shoulder.

“Legolas, how could you?” He asked, astounded. “The forest is your home! You can
not live without it. I am but temporary, I will die far sooner than the woods
will.”

Legolas shook his head.

“I would rather spend the remainder of your years with you than in those woods.”
He said, placing his hand on Aragorn’s rough cheek. “The woods are my home, yes,
but this, this is love.”

Aragorn took Legolas’ hand and gently kissed the pale knuckles.

“When the men captured me, I swore that I would not allow myself to pass to
Mandos, just so that I may see you again one day.” Legolas choked, he still had
trouble speaking of his days as a slave. “And when Aistbar bought me I gave up,
and decided that I would allow myself to leave. Unfortunately, Aistbar had taken
that into account, and put a spell on me that did not allow me to pass. You know
this, and you knew when Drava came that the spell was no longer good for
anything. But now I am thankful that Aistbar did place the spell on me, or I
would not be with you here now.”

Tears streamed both the Man and the Elf’s faces, and Aragorn pulled Legolas
into a warm embrace.

“I am thankful for that as well, my love.” He said, and kissed away Legolas’
tears. “Perhaps we can talk to your father. Surely he can not mean that you are
banished forever. An elf would know, forever is quite a long time.”
	
Legolas nodded into Aragorn’s shoulder.

“Let us not speak of this any more now.” He said. “It grieves me.”

“Alright,” Aragorn replied. “If that is what you wish. Are you hungry?”
Legolas shook his head. “No, but I am tired.”

Aragorn smiled. “I can cure that.” And the man reached over and took Legolas in
his arms, pulling him into the soft grass, and holding the elf close to him, in
a protective gesture.

“Murme, inya haryan.” He whispered. “Oinat kai ilya na alkarinqua.” (‘Sleep, my
prince. Everything will be well.’)

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Legolas woke suddenly to the sound of trumpets.

“Aragorn!” He cried, shaking the sleeping man next to him. “Aragorn, you are
needed!”
	
The man sat up suddenly.

“What?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

“The trumpets. They are calling you back.” Legolas said, and pulled the man to
his feet. Aragorn became suddenly aware of what was going on.

“Hurry!” He cried, and jumped onto his horse. Legolas followed suite, and both
went galloping back to the castle as fast as they could go.

Once they reached the gardens,  Faramir came running out the greet them.

“Faramir! What is wrong? Is it the orcs?” Aragorn cried, jumping from Brego’s
back and resting his hand on his sword hilt.

“No, my lord, nothing is the matter.” Faramir said, smiling. “Except, Prince
Legolas has a visitor, actually, two of them.”

Legolas’ eyes became wide and bright. “My brothers?”

Faramir nodded.

“Yes, they are in the Great Hall, waiting for you.”
	
Legolas did not give anyone time to say anything. He took off with Elven speed
down the hallways to the Great Hall, hardly aware when he knocked over a servant
in his haste.

“Alawea! Tavaro!” He cried when he saw his brothers.

“Legolas!” Alawea, the oldest brother said, embracing his brother in a firm hug.

“Little brother,” Tavaro, the second oldest said, “it has been far too long.”

“It has.” Legolas agreed.

“Have you been here all this time?” Alawea asked, but was interrupted by the
arrival of Aragorn, panting to catch up to Legolas.

“Alawea, Tavaro,” Legolas said, “I believe you’ve met Aragorn.”
	
Both brothers nodded. They looked nothing like their younger brother. Both 
were

slightly taller, with dark hair and larger figures. They did not hold the
slender form that their younger brother did.

“Yes, we have met. Long ago.” Aragorn said.

“And you two are, um...” Tavaro said, motioning to his younger brother and the
elf.

“Indeed we are.” Legolas said, putting an arm around Aragorn’s waist, and
responded to his brother’s doubtful looks. “And we are very happy.”

“Then we are happy as well.” Alawea said. “But there is a reason we came. Is
there somewhere private we may talk?”

Aragorn nodded. “Would you prefer the study, the dining hall, or the
bedchambers?” He laughed.

“Anywhere quiet is fine with us.” Tavaro said, and both brothers followed
Legolas and Aragorn to the study.

When they entered, Tavaro and Alawea sat in chairs across a desk from Legolas
and Aragorn, after making sure the door was firmly shut.

“Is something wrong?” Legolas asked, wanting to get any problems out in the
open. “Is it father?”

“In a way, yes.” Alawea nodded. “He told of us your last words with him.”
	
Legolas gulped and nodded. It sounded as if his brothers were on his father’s
side. That would not make any sense. His brothers usually sided with him, simply
because he was the youngest.

“Do you believe his decision was justified?” Legolas asked quietly.
	
Aragorn looked over at the elf when he said these words. Legolas was worried.
The king guessed that his lover had great respect for his brother’s opinions, he
would want their approval. The man slipped his hand into Legolas’ and gave it a
squeeze of comfort. The elf smiled at him in appreciation.

“Truthfully, no.” Tavaro said, breaking the ice that had frozen the warm room.
	
Legolas let out a sigh of relief.

“We have talked to father about it. He wishes for you to return to Mirkwood.”

Alawea said, knowing that delaying the reason they came to Gondor would not
prevent the inevitable.

Legolas sat agape for a moment, and then Aragorn jumped out of his chair and
gave him a giant hug.

“What wonderful news! Legolas! You can go home!”

Aragorn was startled to feel Legolas shove him away, a horrified look plastered
on the elf’s face.

“I do not want to go to Mirkwood!” The blonde elf yelled. “I will not return!”
	
With that Legolas yanked open the door and was gone. Aragorn started to run
after him, but felt a hand on his shoulder stop him.

“Let him go.” Tavaro said. “We knew this would happen.”

“You knew what would happen?” Aragorn questioned. “Why is he so upset?”
	
Alawea took the man’s arm and pushed him down into a chair.

“Legolas will not go back to Mirkwood until you are gone.” He said, looking
Aragorn strait in the eye. “He loves you too much.”

“And I love him!” Aragorn said. “But he will not survive without the woods! It
is in his blood! And it would break his heart if I drove him away.”

“We know.” Tavaro said. “That is why, for Legolas’ sake, you must come to
Mirkwood with him. Just for a short while.”

Aragorn shook his head.

“I can not. I have obligations here.” The man said, and then hate came over him.

“I’m the bloody king of Gondor!” He yelled, and slammed his fist down on the
table. “Damn the kings of old! I never wished for this title!”

“Man! Calm yourself!” Tavaro said, putting his hands on Aragorn’s shoulders. “Is
that not what a Captain is for? Surely the famed Captain Faramir can handle the
kingdom for a mere four months.”

A weak grin came across Aragorn’s face. “A mere four months. Curse you elves and
your immortality.”

Alawea and Tavaro laughed.

“Now, go see to our brother.” Tavaro said. “I’m sure you can find someway of
making him feel better.”

Aragorn laughed and obeyed his orders. If he knew Legolas well, and he did. 

The prince would go to the closest thing to Mirkwood he could find, which would be
the densest section of the gardens.  The man set out across the beautiful
garden, admiring the spring buds. He walked for a long time before finally
coming to a thick grove of trees where a spring bubbled along the ground, hidden
by reeds.

Looking up, Aragorn scanned the trees for any sign of the elf. He finally
spotted the well-camoflauged figure perched mid-way up a large willow tree, one
knee brought up to his chest, and the other leg dangling lazily in the air. The
bright sun glinted off the elf’s golden hair, and Aragorn forgot for a moment to
breath as he stared in awe at the breathtaking sight. It was then that he heard
the elf’s sweet voice, singing a song the man had never heard him sing before.

In fact, he had never heard it at all. Listening to the words, he understood
that the song had come right out of the wood-elf’s heart.


***

“Inya ten i waa laike i nanda
Er lamma tulka- yana yellow inya tuule
Merka ve i sindi- lauka ve i Anar
A ta sinome, sina mammen inya toi.
undu i eel fanyare- mammen sorne arwa wille
sina men Valinor, ve i men inya yellow mar.
I silmo urna i oron.
I lusse ter i alda
I solme urna i linque
Lau hanu lende imbe si ar inya.
ilya inya merne nat- ve ilya yana sinome
Ar iire inya o- en lau nat an kaure
Ar mammen voro inyaranne- i er nat inya istima
ve an sinome- inya kai ullume entulesse.”

A tear rolled down Aragorn’s cheek. He had no idea the elf felt this way. The
man had a sudden need to comfort the elf, and he climbed quickly up the tree and
sat on the branch next to Legolas.

“I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered, and extended his arms out to Legolas. “I did
not mean to cause you this pain.”

Legolas said nothing, but leaned into Aragorn and buried his face in the man’s
chest, sobs escaping from his parted lips. Aragorn held him tight, and kissed
the elf’s blonde head.

“The day after tomorrow, Legolas,” Aragorn said, “we will leave for Mirkwood.
All of us.”

Legolas pulled back.

“What about Gondor?” He sobbed, wiping his eyes.

“Gondor comes after you.” Aragorn said. “Faramir can take care of Gondor for a
few months. Alright?”

Legolas nodded his head. “Are you certain?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” Aragorn said. “We will visit Mirkwood every
year. Once I am gone, you can return to your home, where you belong.”

“Don’t say that.” Legolas said. “I do not belong in Mirkwood. I belong wherever
you are.”
	
The elf leaned foreword and kissed Aragorn firmly on the lips.

“And I where you stay.” Aragorn said quietly. “I will stay wherever you wish to
tarry.”

Legolas sighed an end to his sobs.

“I am sorry for this, Aragorn.” Legolas said. “Come, lets go and find my
brothers. It has been far too long.”

“I agree, Legolas.” Aragorn said, climbing down the tree and taking his lover’s
arm. “But it will not be much longer. In a few days, we will take you to your
home.”


I METTA (THE END)

***

(I hear the wind across the plain
A sound so strong-that calls my name
It’s wild like the river-it’s warm like the sun
Yes it’s here, this is where I belong.
Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown
This place is paradise, it’s the place I call home.
The moon on the mountains
The whisper through the trees
The waves on the water
Let no one come between this and me.
Cause everything I want- its everything thats here
And when we’re all together- there’s nothing to fear.
And wherever I wander- the one thing I’ve learned
Its to here- I will always... always return.)***

Ok, I hope you all like the song. It's from SPIRIT, the horse movie. I love that
movie! Anyway, I worked real hard at the translations, I'm just now beginning to
grasp the Elvish language, so forgive me for any wrongdoings. Also, I am very
tempted to write an ending to this series about the rest of Aragorn's life and
what Legolas does. DO you readers want this series to continue or stop? I have
the ending in my head, ready to write, but I'm waiting for a go ahead.
Otherwise, I will write a few more parts to this. Anyway, thanks so much for
reading! Hope you enjoyed it!