Title: Elf of His Heart 
Author/pseudonym: XFreak 
Email address: xfreak1@att.net 
Rating: R 
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring 
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas 
Status: New; Complete 
Date: January 20, 2002 
Archive: LXF, Others please ask. 
Series/Sequel: No 
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Disclaimers: All things The Lord of the Rings belong to J R R Tolkien, 
Tolkien Enterprises, Peter Jackson and New Line Productions. No copyright 
infringement is intended. This work of fiction is purely for enjoyment and 
no money is being made from it. 
 
Notes: This is based on the movie. I have not yet read the books. Thanks 
to Grey for overall support and friendship. As always, any mistakes are 
completely my own. Feedback and constructive criticism of ALL kinds are 
welcome. 
 
Summary: Aragorn can accept some gifts, but not others. 
 
Warnings: m/m, AU 
 
~~~~~~

"It is mine to give to whom I will." 
 
Aragorn leaned forward and gently brushed his lips across Arwen's, her sweet 
fragrance stirring him into deepening the kiss. He embraced her before 
taking a solid step back and closing her fingers over the necklace 
symbolizing her immortality. "I cannot allow you to give to me what the one 
who holds my heart has already given." 
 
"What? Who?" 
 
"It is of no matter. I cannot accept your gift-- as much as I wish I 
could." 
 
"But..." 
 
Silent tears tracked down the beautiful, fair cheeks, adding to the burden 
held behind Aragorn's jaded blue eyes. He only prayed that she would never 
find the identity of the Elf of his heart. "You have eternity to find the 
other half of your soul." 
 
"I have already found him." 
 
"I am sorry, Arwen, but no. My soul was spoken for many moons ago." It 
seemed incongruent somehow to cause such pain in a place of such beauty. He 
watched as she nearly ran from his presence, her white dress billowing in 
her wake. Bowing his head, he wished for the strength to rip his own heart 
from his chest. 
 
~~~~~~ 
 
Arwen hid in the shadows, almost ashamed of herself. Ever since Aragorn 
rebuffed her, she desperately needed to know the identity of she that held 
his heart. Nearly laughing at the absurdity of watching her love and 
Legolas talking in the meeting place of the Council, her breath caught. 
 
Legolas leaned into Aragorn's face almost menacingly, much too close for 
brothers in arms... 
 
~~~~~~ 
 
Aragorn sat on the very perch where the Ring had lain mere hours earlier 
during the Council meeting. His eyes twinkled as Legolas leaned toward him, 
brown eyes narrowed with fury, a proprietary hand landing on the stone mere 
inches from his manhood. 
 
Close enough that his breath teased Aragorn's lips, Legolas gritted, "She 
*what*?" 
 
"Of course, I could not accept." Looking at the Elf as he loved to do, 
Aragorn observed that one would not suspect such jealousy lay underneath 
such an innocent countenance. 
 
Suddenly whirling away from him, Legolas' silky braids whipped Aragorn 
across the face and he groaned. The Elf was a walking aphrodisiac, 
especially in a state of anger. "I've allowed this to go on for far too 
long." 
 
"I said I did not accept her gift." 
 
Legolas turned back around swiftly, his tunic flopping against his fitted 
leggings. "It is either she or I. Make your choice." 
 
Aragorn merely sat and waited for his words to sink in. 
 
A familiar presence perched next to him, shoulder lightly rubbing against 
his. "What did you just say?" 
 
How could one man feel so happy and so troubled at once? A moment later, 
thought fled as Legolas faced him and brushed a calloused thumb over his 
lower lip. Moaning, Aragorn sucked the dirty digit into his mouth, for the 
first time noticing how completely Legolas' very presence swelled his 
manhood. Pulling the hand away, he buried his own hand in soft blond hair 
and brought their lips together, caressing. Pressure against his chest 
interrupted him and he moved back, eyes searching his love's. 
 
Legolas hopped down onto his feet. "We must prepare. The Ring cannot stay 
here." He moved toward the stairs, but turned back at the last minute. 
"Oh, and one more thing. Your death to protect Frodo would be unacceptable. 
Not only would I be mortal, but I would once again be alone." 
 
With that, the archer gracefully trotted down the steps to gather his 
weapons, grinning back over his shoulder at the Man sitting on the rounded 
stone, dumbfounded. 
 
~~~~~~ 
 
Legolas placed the last of his arrows in their quiver, setting it aside as 
he surveyed the rapidly approaching footsteps. Arwen. 
 
"You *seduced* him!" she hissed, advancing on Legolas, eyes puffed from many 
tears. 
 
He swiveled to face her accusation. "What?" 
 
"You used your Elven beauty to seduce him!" 
 
"And you did the same, did you not?" The gentle voice rebuked slightly. 
 
Squaring her shoulders, her eyes glittered in the light reflecting from the 
waterfall behind them. "What have you that I have not?" 
 
"Aragorn's destiny, perhaps?" The truly sincere expression defeated the 
smugness that could be read into the words. 
 
Eyes narrowing, Arwen's voice exuded a certain false bravado. "We shall see 
about that." As quick as she appeared, she left him behind. 
 
~~~~~~ 
 
A puzzled frown furrowed his brow as Arwen pushed past Aragorn, determined 
to escape Legolas' presence. 
 
"What was that about?" 
 
Legolas avoided his eyes, hitching the bow and arrows over his shoulder. 
"It is of no matter." 
 
Aragorn grabbed a long-fingered hand and tugged more fiercely than he meant 
to, shame heating his face at his love's startled expression. "It is of 
matter to me." 
 
Sighing, Legolas allowed his weapon to slide down his arm before falling 
gently to the ground. "Are you quite sure you want to hear this?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
Glancing everywhere except at his love, Legolas mumbled. "She accused me of 
seducing you." 
 
Eyes narrowed, Aragorn scrutinized the Elf. "Did you?" 
 
"What?" Legolas blinked innocently, which would fool most, but not Aragorn. 
 
"Did you seduce me with your Elven beauty?" 
 
The corners of Legolas' eyes wrinkled with his smile. "Every chance I got." 
Stepping closer, their bodies rubbing against one another, the Elf kissed 
him deeply, hotly. "My dear Aragorn, every chance I *get*." 
 
Inhaling the sweet breath of his Elf, body thrumming with anticipation, 
Aragorn moaned when Legolas stepped away from him. "How can you do that?" 
 
Mischievous eyes twinkled. "One of us has to keep his head about him." 
 
Aragorn grumbled under his breath. 
 
"Let us gather the Fellowship. We must go." 
 
Dreading the answer, Aragorn nevertheless needed to know. "What of us 
during the journey?" 
 
Tenderness seeping from his eyes, Legolas laced his fingers through 
Aragorn's. "We cannot betray even a hint that there *is* an us. Evil will 
use it against us as surely as I am now mortal." 
 
"One last kiss then?" 
 
Smiling, Legolas stepped closer, framing the Man's face in his long fingers. 
He swept his tongue over the trembling lower lip before sealing their mouths 
together. 
 
This time it was Aragorn who broke the embrace. "To a successful journey." 
 
"Let us make it so." 
 
END