Title: Forbidden ch 12-15
Author: Erandir (striderkingofmen@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Summary: Centuries ago the men of Numenor were banished from Mirkwood forever because of
the love shared between the king of men and an elven prince. History is about to repeat
itself. When a quest to save the word brings together the prince of Mirkwood, and the
king of Gondor. This is their story.


Chapter 12 - Finally

Author's Notes: Another chapter I pulled out of my arse. No thanks to you guys. I ask for
help and what do I get? Two reviews, both saying 'UPDATE FASTER!' I thought I explained
why this was not possible. 'Help' does not mean: 'I kind of have an idea, maybe I can
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tell me what YOU think is going to happen next. Hey, maybe I'll even like what you have
to say and it WILL happen. Exciting. It's just like one of those choose your own ending
books from like 2nd grade. Sorry if that sounded as though I was bitching at you guys,
you know I love you.
On a lighter note. I have received notice that this fic has actually corrupted someone
into the world of slash! That is the biggest compliment that I could have ever received!
Wow, thank you to whomever wrote that review, I will love you until the day I die!
As the days went on Gimli watched the interaction between his two companions. Or lack
thereof. He had noticed Aragorn attempt to speak to Legolas on a few occasions, but the
Elf would avoid him like the plague. There was obvious tension between the two, tension
that was not doing them any good on their quest. The day before they had encountered
Eomer, Marshal of the Mark, and now camped under the boughs of Fangorn Forest. Gimli
himself was tense in this place, but the energy that flowed between Aragorn and Legolas
was not the same kind of tension.

It seemed to the Dwarf that every time the two looked at each other a visible spark
traveled between their eyes, and then they would look away again. They would not speak to
each other, though it seemed more that Legolas was not speaking, for though Aragorn would
try often the Elf always shunned his advances.

Gimli was growing frustrated.

Either his two friend did not realize what was going on between them (highly unlikely) or
they were too shy to admit they had feeling toward each other. This last option was
probably the most likely. For though they tried to hide their feelings, it was obvious to
anyone who cared to look. And Gimli cared to look.

They could not go on like this, Gimli could not go on like this. Sometimes the silence
between them was so thick it could be cut with a knife. He had to fix this, he had to
make them realize what fools they were being.

Gimli's task proved harder than expected.

His original plan had been to talk to each of his companions separately to find out if
either of them knew what was going on between them. This plan had failed before it even
began. He had spoken to Legolas first, and though he had tried to be subtle the Elf had
only given him cryptic answers and strange looks. It was not helping, so he gave up. Now
he needed a new plan.
Gimli's new plan was to smack them both over the head and tell them to figure out what
the problem was, since the subtle approach had not been working. Or maybe he would just
lock them in a room together. The latter was a bit harder as he did not have a room at
the moment. Although there were trees. Lots and lots of trees. Too many trees. The Elf
liked the trees, though, so at the moment Gimli was willing to give the both of them a
break (seeing as the trees did not seem to like him very much, and it might not be good
to make the Elf angry, because then the trees would know it was his fault, and then they
would attack him. Wait, that did not make any sense.).

So, Gimli's plan could not progress further. He would just have to wait until they were
somewhere they could be locked in a room.
This proved to be sooner than expected.

Not long after the three hunters had entered Fangorn Forest, following the tracks of
Merry and Pippin, they stumbled upon Gandalf. At first the Maia's changed appearance had
made them fear he was Saruman, but fortunately they were wrong, and now they were headed
back across the plains in the direction of Edoras.

They arrived in the city after two days of uneventful travel to find that Eomer's words
had been true. The king's mind was poisoned, but all that had been remedied now thanks to
Gandalf. The remaining members of the Fellowship had been given rooms for the duration of
their stay. Unfortunately there had only been three rooms, and before Legolas had been
able speak up and offer to share with Gimli, Aragorn had claimed that they would room
together. Much to the Elf's chagrin.
"Why do you keep doing this, Aragorn?" Legolas demanded as soon as the two were alone.

"Doing what?" The man asked, beginning to pull off all unnecessary articles of clothing.

"Do not play innocent with me, Aragorn. You know of what I speak."

The ranger sighed and turned to his companion, "Did Gimli's words completely elude you?"
He asked in exasperation, "This problem is not our own anymore, it is effecting how we
fight. If Gimli has noticed it is likely that Gandalf has as well. We cannot go on like
this."

Legolas turned away. Aragorn was right, and he had decided that he was not going to deny
his feelings any longer. "I know," He muttered, "But I am afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Of my father," The Elf answered, "You know what will happen if he finds out about us."

"I was not aware that there was an 'us'," Aragorn replied, a hopeful note in his voice.

Legolas looked up again, and was surprised to find Aragorn standing only a single pace
away from him. He was close enough that the prince could reach out and touch him. It was
closer than they had been since that night in 'Lorien. "You are right," he said softly,
barely loud enough for the man to hear, "We cannot go on like this. I cannot go on like
this." A sigh escaped his lips, and he looked away again, "I told myself not to deny my
feelings for you, but it has only made things harder. I want to love you Aragorn, but I-"

The blond Elf stopped abruptly as his companion's fingers suddenly touched his lips. He
looked up to meet Aragorn's eyes, finding that the man had closed the gap between them,
and stood now mere inches from Legolas. "You say you want to love me," he murmured, "So
let yourself."

"But my father-"

"Never has to find out," the ranger interrupted, though there was a hint of sadness in
his voice, "You said yourself that things change during times of war, that laws are
broken for the greater good. So break this one, Legolas."

"I-" Legolas began breathlessly, staring up at Aragorn in hesitation. His voice stopped
suddenly, and he reached up a hand to stroke the man's cheek. He met his companion's
eyes, and saw nothing but love in them. A faint smile crossed his lips then, "I... I love
you."

And then Aragorn's lips were on his; warm and gentle, not demanding as they were in
Lothlorien. The man's arms wrapped around his waist, and Legolas melted into the strong
embrace. This was right. Every fiber of his being told him that this was right, told him
that he belonged in Aragorn's arms, and that he should never leave them again.
Finally.

Finally he is in my arms, and I can have him forever. I have waited so long for this
moment, and I cannot believe I did not realize it soon. I belong here. I belong with him,
in his arms and in his heart. They say rules were meant to be broken, and I could not
agree more.

I love him.

And Adar be damned if you try and tear us apart.

TBC...


Chapter 13 - Jealousy

Title: Forbidden
Author: Erandir Rating: PG13
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Author's Note: People requested a lemon for this chapter, and I thought about it, and I
started writing it. Then I realized it was not relevant to the plot, and would just make
the fic drag on forever (and it has been dragging on long enough). However, I do promise
you one after Helm's Deep. Cross my heart and hope to die. You'll see why I could not put
one in this chapter, even if it had been a continuation of the last chapter. If you're
looking for a lemon go read 'Aphrodisiac' on size=1 width=100% noshade>Who does she think
she is? Fawning over Aragorn like that. Can she not see that he shows no interest in her?
Does she truly believe that she has a chance with him? She does not. Though, I admit,
Aragorn does nothing to spurn her advances. I do not believe he is ignorant to them, but
if this continues then she will get the wrong idea. I cannot let that happen.

I am jealous...

I know I should not be, but I am.

Aragorn wants to keep our relationship hidden, at least for now, and I agree. We both
know that it may well fall apart when he takes the throne. I do not want it to, I do not
want to leave him, but I will likely have to. I either have to give up him, or abandon my
people. I doubt I will make Adar understand. That is a decision I do not wish to make.

Still, that does not give Aragorn the right to lead her on... Especially while I am here.
"What was that all about?"

Aragorn looked up in confusion as he entered the room he shared with Legolas. His lover
stood before him, glaring at Aragorn with his hands on his hips. "What?"

"Do not play innocent with me, Aragorn, you know of what I speak."

"You mean Eowyn?" Aragorn asked.

"Who else?" Legolas asked accusingly, "Why do you lead her on?"

"I have done no such thing," Aragorn was taken aback, "You know I have no interest in
her."

"Do you? You have given no indication of that, I doubt she knows!"

"I have made no move to return her advances," Aragorn said defensively.

"You have made no move to spurn them either!"

"Legolas..." the man stepped forward and took his lover's face in his hands, staring into
the Elf's blue eyes, "You have nothing to be jealous over. I have no interest in Eowyn,
she will figure that out soon enough."

The Elf was nearly crying with frustration at this point, "And what if she does not?" he
demanded.

"I will make sure of it," Aragorn vowed, pressing his lips to Legolas' briefly, "You have
nothing to worry about."

Legolas pulled away from Aragorn's grasp, "Then make sure of it. There is enough doubt in
my life without have to be jealous as well." With that he brushed past his lover and out
the door. Aragorn stared after him in confusion, he had thought these fights would stop
after they had admitted their feelings, he was wrong.
Legolas stormed out of the Meduseld, he would not let his anger show however, he would
never let his feeling show. He moved to the far corner of the stone porch and stood
staring out across he plains. Needless to say he had never been quite comfortable in this
city, especially since he seemed so out of place. He wanted to leave, but Aragorn was
determined to help the people here, and he would not leave his lover's side.

Yet since before they had become lovers Legolas had had his doubts.

"Oi, crazy Elf." Legolas looked over his shoulder to see Gimli approaching. "What are ye
doin' out here all by yourself?"

"Aragorn and I had a fight," the Elf answered.

"Again?"

He could not help but smile faintly at that, "No, this was not like before."

"A lover's spat, then?"

Legolas blushed faintly and turned away, "Aye, you could say that. I fear I am jealous of
the Lady Eowyn, Aragorn shows her more affection than he does me."

"But Aragorn does not love her, that is clear enough," Gimli reasoned, "And have you both
not agreed to keep your relationship quiet?"

"We have," Legolas said with a resigned sigh, "But I cannot help being jealous. Gimli...
I cannot stay with him forever. He will be king one day, and he will need an heir. I... I
cannot give him that."

The Dwarf nodded sagely and looked up at his odd companion, "Have you told him this?"

"We have never spoken of it," Legolas admitted sheepishly, "But he knows I cannot have
children."

"I would think that obvious," Gimli said dryly, "Unless there is something you are not
telling me."

The Elf could not help but smile, "Nay," he said softly.

"Then you should speak to Aragorn about this, he will want to know."

"You are right, Gimli. Thank you."

"Any time, crazy Elf."
This should not make me so nervous. I am just going to tell him things he already knows.
Maybe I am afraid he will confirm my fears, we did say my Adar would never find out. But
that would mean leaving Aragorn, and now that we are together, now that I finally have
him... I do not think I can do that.

Do I betray my heart, or my people? Or do I do neither and watch Aragorn marry someone
else? Can I watch him marry someone else knowing how we both feel?

Ai, Elbereth, why do you make my life so difficult!
Legolas had made up his mind to talk to his lover that day. To make up with him before
anything else happened, but when he returned to their room Aragorn was not there. He
thought for a moment about going to find the Ranger, but then realized he could not speak
to him about it in public. Not after their agreement of secrecy. Letting out a dejected
sigh he began to pack his few belongings for the long trip to Helm's Deep.

He would have little to no chance to be alone with his lover on the trip, and now
regretted parting ways so harshly. He would now have to wait days to speak to him again,
unless he could find him this night.

But Legolas never did find his lover that night, for the Ranger never returned to their
room. This worried the Elf, and when he spoke to Gimli about it the Dwarf told him that
Aragorn had appeared in his room around midnight. The man had said he was unable to face
Legolas until he had fulfilled the Elf's wishes. This made Legolas regret his actions all
the more, and though he tried and tried he never managed to get Aragorn alone.

Through the days they traveled the prince watched him from afar. Then, at night, Aragorn
would take no watch and head immediately to his bedroll. And though Legolas tried with
all his might he could not manage to get the Ranger alone.

It worried him, and it hurt. Why would his lover not talk to him? Why would he ignore
him? He was beginning to understand how the man must have felt before. It was horrible,
but Legolas knew it was his fault, because he was jealous, and that made it all the
worse. And he knew there would be no way to apologize until they reached their
destination.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Legolas walked at the head of the company, keeping his distance from Aragorn. He had been
lost in his thoughts when he heard the agonized scream coming from the two scouts ahead.
He ran to see what was wrong. Aragorn, hearing the scream as well as seeing his lover
dash toward it, set off running after him. His worry proved unnecessary though, for when
he arrived the Elf had already disposed of the Orcish scout.

Not sparing a second glance Aragorn spun and ran back toward the refugees with the
warning: "We're under attack!"
Though Legolas had tried to keep an eye on his lover throughout the battle the task
proved harder than expected. He often had his back turned on the man while fighting, or
the enemy obscured his view, and eventually he lost sight of Aragorn in the chaos.

When the battle was over he looked around, but there was no sign of the man. "Aragorn!"
Legolas called out, fearing his lover to be injured, but there was no response.
"Aragorn!" he called again, but still there was nothing. "ARAGORN!" Now Gimli joined in
the search, sensing the desperation that his companion would not let show.

But there was no sign of Aragorn.

Chapter 14 - Beyond Hope

Title: Forbidden
Author: Erandir PG13
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

i It took me forever to type this up. I wrote during Creative Writing class, and at home
I have to work on college applications dies. Sorry, I wanted to use some of your ideas,
but none of it turned out. See, in class we are not allowed to stop writing, the pen
always has to keep moving to keep the idea's flowing. Oh well, we're back on the plot I
had planned from the beginning, and there are some scenes I've been dying to write since
forever. Finally I get to write them. I'll need your guys' help again in a few chapters,
never fear.

The promised lemon (NC17 rated scene for those who don't know the term) has also been
written already, it's after Helm's Deep and probably in the next chapter, if not, the one
after that. I swear. /i
No.

No this cannot be happening. This cannot be true. He cannot be gone. Not now, not when
the world needs him the most. Not when /I/ need him the most.

Mandos why do you do this to me? To us? What did I ever do to deserve this? He did not
deserve to die. The world needs him still, we cannot win this war without him!

I do not know what to do. What am I supposed to do? How do I go on without him?

He was right there, I could have saved him. I looked away for an instant and then... Then
he was gone. Why wasn't I there? I should have been there for him. I could have saved
him.

Valar, he cannot be dead. I need him. I love him. I cannot live without him. I know I am
being selfish, but I need him with me. Please, if for my sake alone, please bring him
back.

Aragorn... Please do not leave me.
Legolas angrily swiped at the tears that leaked from his eyes. He had fallen to the end
of the long line of refugees bound for Helm's Deep. No one knew of his and Aragorn's
relationship, and Legolas wanted to stay true to his lover's wishes even though the
Ranger was gone. But though he was the last in line he was still not alone.

"Are you alright, laddie?"

Legolas nodded and wiped at his eyes again. "I am fine Gimli, do not worry," he said
softly, not trusting his voice to go any louder without breaking.

Gimli was worried, however. While the Elf had always silent he had never been this
withdrawn before. He patted Legolas gruffly on the shoulder, hoping it would provide some
comfort. "Aragorn is strong. He would not let something like this kill him."

"I hope you are right, Gimli."
The arrival at Helm's Deep was a solemn one; all the refugees were shocked to see how few
survived the warg attack. The remaining soldiers trudged half-heartedly into the stone
fortress, carting their wounded behind them. Their numbers were significantly down,
giving the citizens of Rohan even less hope of surviving the attack they all knew was
coming. Eowyn was the first to ask where Aragorn was, and Gimli's confirmation that he
had fallen was too much for Legolas to handle. Grasping Arod's reins he quickly lead the
horse toward the stables. By the time the animal was settled Legolas could feel the tears
beginning to flow again.

As though sensing his master's distress, Arod nuzzled his master. The Elf smiled sadly
and patted the horse's nose, "You are worried about me, aren't you?" he murmured in
Elvish, "I will be fine though."

Arod snorted, shaking his head as though in disbelief. Legolas could not help but smile.

"Talking to your horse again?" The Elf looked up, surprised to see Gimli in the stables.
But he had forgotten to wipe away his tears. The Dwarf frowned in concern, "You have been
crying."

The blond looked away in shame, "Do not worry about me, Gimli," he insisted, "I will be
fine."

"Crazy Elf," the Dwarf growled, "What good are you to us if you are consumed by your
grief?

"I just... I miss him already," Legolas said softly, "I cannot believe he is gone."

"Then do not believe it," Gimli replied, walking over to his friend's side, "Just hope
that he lives, and never believe otherwise."

Legolas turned and looked down at his strange Dwarven companion, a sad smile on his face
and tears in his eyes that he would not let himself cry. "I am glad you are here,
Gimli," he murmured, and turned away again; his voice was so soft Gimli could barely hear
him, "I have never been this scared before. What if - What if he never comes back?"
Legolas never left the stables that night. He sat in the straw, curled up against the
wall in the furthest corner, his legs pulled up to his chest and he face buried in his
knees. His entire frame shook with silent sobs as he cried for the lose of the only man
he'd ever loved. He cried and cried, until there were no tears left to shed, and only
then, well after Ithil had reached it's peak, did he fall asleep.

And that's exactly where Gimli found him the next morning: curled up in the straw, his
hair a mess and his face streaked with tears. He had never known the Elf to cry, but it
was fairly obvious he had done just that. It seemed a crime to wake him, as he looked so
peaceful in sleep; more peaceful than he had in days, and definitely happier than he had
been since Aragorn's fall.

The Dwarf stared down at him for a while longer, feeling sorry for his companion's
plight. If what they said about Elves dying of grief was true, then Legolas would not
survive long if they received no news of Aragorn's well being. Gimli hoped it was not
true, and hoped even more that Aragorn would return so he would not have to find out.

Arod snorted suddenly, causing Gimli to jump. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he
had forgotten about the horse's presence. But the animal did not sound merely annoyed,
but worried too. Worried for his master, Gimli supposed, though he doubted the animal
knew what was wrong.

Gruffly patting the horse on the nose Gimli left the stable, willing to let his Elven
friend sleep in peace a little while longer.
It was only an hour after the Dwarf had left that Legolas was awoken by shouts from the
keep and Arod nudging his shoulder. He groaned softly as he forced himself awake and onto
his feet. It seemed he had slept longer and deeper than he had in ages. Aragorn's death
was effecting him worse than he had thought.

Unconsciously he raised hand to straighten his braids and fix his hair before looking out
of the stall to see what all the commotion was about. The people he could see seemed
oddly excited, even hopeful. It was a change from the day before, that was for certain,
and Legolas wondered what had brought it on. Curious now he patted Arod on the nose and
left the stall. The Rohirrim who passed him barely cast the Elf a second glance, so he
supposed he would have to leave the stables to find out what was going on.

Slowly his feet directed him toward the main keep, where all the excitement seemed to
come from. But there were still no clues as to why the people were suddenly more
cheerful.

It was not until Legolas stood atop the stairs that lead down to the gates that he saw
what all the commotion was about. At first he did not believe his eyes. It could not be
true. Aragorn was... Alive. It was more than he had dared to hope for. It seemed
impossible, and yet there he was. Alive and more or less well. Legolas did not even mind
the mud, or the smell that hit him before the Ranger noticed him, none of that mattered
now, because his lover was alive.

Aragorn did not, in fact, notice him until he had to stop in order to not run into the
elf. Legolas was momentarily lost for words; too many emotions flooded through him for
his brain to function properly. The only thing he wanted was to throw himself into the
man's arms and never let him go, he but couldn't do that. Instead, he said the first
thing that came to mind: "Lle naa abdollen." The man stared at him for a moment, before a
grin spread across his face; and by that time the elf managed to regain control of
himself. He let his eyes trace over the Ranger's body, and grew worried. "You look
terrible..."

Aragorn could not help the faint smile smile that formed on his face; he felt terrible
too. He clapped a hand to his lover's shoulder, trying to convey how sorry he was for
making the Elf worry. Legolas seemed to understand. "I am sorry," the man whispered in
Elvish, so that only his lover could hear, "For everything."

Legolas simply smiled back. It was easy for him to forgive the Ranger. "As am I," he
replied, just as softly. They embraced briefly. Just enough to assure each other of their
forgiveness, and for Legolas to assure himself that his lover was alive. Then they pulled
apart quickly, though each would have gladly clung to the other for dear life given the
chance. But they did not have the time, or the privacy for such matters at the moment.
The war headed toward them, and they needed to prepare for battle.

There was no telling if either one would survive the night.

TBC...

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and without food the muses will die. You don't want that./


Chapter 15 - Survival

Title: Forbidden
Author: Erandir PG13
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Again, serious lag on my part. But no one complained, so whatever. Please remember to
review for this, the muses need their food.

Warning: This chapter contains a scene of a graphic nature which is rated NC17. If you do
not wish to view it feel free to skip over the last scene, as it is of no import to the
plot. Thank you.
I cannot see a thing. The rain is so thick it blocks out any form of light from the stars
and moon. Any form of torchlight was immediately extinguished as well. It is as thought
the Valar have plotted against us, and are doing everything in their power to make this
difficult.

I think I ran out of arrows, but I have not had time to check. Arrows would be useless
now anyway.

I lost sight of him hours ago, though I thought I caught a glimpse of him near the wall.
It is to difficult to tell in this weather. The torrent of rain turned the ground to mud
before the battle even started, and now we may as well be fighting in a lake. The mud
grows ever thicker as it is mixed with the blood of Orcs and Men... and Elves. I won't
pretend I'm not thankful for Haldir's arrival, but now I find my attention split three
ways.

I lost sight of both of them. Where they are now I do not know. I just hope they are
safe. I tried to find them again, but I have not been able to. I fear they were lost in
the breach...

Now is not the time for such thoughts! Just because I cannot see him does not mean he
is... When this night is finally over, when the fighting is done, I will find him.
"Fall back!"

The order rang out clear and true in both Elvish and the common tongue. "Fall back to the
keep!"

Legolas had no idea how many of his kin were left alive. It seemed he had watched them
die one by one the whole night. But it was Aragorn who called out the Elvish order to
retreat, and that gave the Elf a small amount of hope. At least his lover was yet alive.

The Elf sheathed his knives as he ran back up the stairs. Discovering he had an arrow
left he pulled his bow free and fired it down into the flood of invading Orcs. Then he
was locked into the keep, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind him. Looking about
the room he was horrified to see how few soldiers remained. Not one of his kin was
standing within the stone fortress. If any were left alive they would not be for long.

But Aragorn was there. His eyes met with Legolas' own for a split second, but in that
moment a thousand things passed between them. Courage, strength, hope, reassurance, and
fear.

Aragorn was frightened. Legolas could not remember seeing that since the man had been a
child. It scared him just thinking about it. If Aragorn was frightened, then there was a
very good reason behind it. The few soldiers left alive gave Legolas a good idea as to
what that reason was: they were doomed. There was very little chance that they would
survive the night. Legolas was now acutely aware of this fact.

He heard King Theoden talking of hopelessness and doom, and then Aragorn arguing there
was a chance. Legolas wondered at this. How could Aragorn think there was still a chance
for victory when he had seemed so frightened before?

"Ride out with me."

Legolas looked up, his surprise mirrored by the remaining Rohirrim. That was suicide.
There was no possible chance at victory. They were so vastly outnumbered that they would
be struck down the minute the door opened.

But Theoden agreed with the plan, if only because it offered an honorable death; and
Legolas would be damned if he let his lover ride out alone. So they saddled the horses
and unblocked the door, and rode out head on into the flood of Orcs.
They had won. Legolas still wasn't sure exactly how they had won, but they were alive and
the Uruk-hai had fled. Gandalf's appearance had been their saving grace. Without his
added reinforcements they would have perished for sure.

But they had survived, and right now all that mattered to Legolas was that both he and
Aragorn were alive and well. That is, if he could find Aragorn. The Ranger had gone
missing soon after the battle's end, as had Gandalf, Eomer and Theoden. They had been in
council about the next move, and though Legolas did not want to interrupt he loathed the
idea of spending even further time separated from his lover.

So he waited outside the keep, pacing impatiently from time to time. Gimli waited with
him, the only one who knew the true reasons behind the prince's actions.

Finally, after what seemed hours of waiting, the door opened. Legolas' pacing stopped
immediately and he turned toward the doors. Theoden's advisors emerged first, then the
king himself along with Aragorn. The two were still discussing, but Aragorn noticed the
Elf as soon as he stepped outside and stopped mid-sentence.

In confusion, Legolas heard Theoden ask what was wrong, but Aragorn merely brushed him
off, saying that there was something important he had just remembered he needed to do.
Without another word he took Legolas by the arm and lead him off, ignoring the looks
thrown after him.
NC17 warning
The two lovers went in silence until they were sure that no one could see them. Legolas
willingly allowed the Ranger to drag him along.

"Aragorn...?" he murmured when they had stopped.

The man didn't respond, but turned to face his lover. They stared at each other for time,
ages it seemed. Then suddenly, without warning, Aragorn pushed Legolas up against the
stone wall and slammed their lips together. The Elf gasped in surprise, and Aragorn's
tongue was immediately in his mouth, plundering it ruthlessly.

Legolas moaned, twining his arms around his lover's neck. Their tongues tangled together,
battling for dominance, and then the kiss broke, leaving them both panting for air.

"Aragorn," Legolas breathed, his face flushed, lips swollen in passion.

"Shh," the Ranger replied, pressing his fingers to the Elf's lips. Legolas quieted
obligingly, and the man removed his fingers only to again soundly kiss his lover.

Hands tangled in hair and tore at clothes, unable to be rid of the fabric quick enough.
The small alcove was soon filled with gasps and soft moans of pleasure. The Elf's pants
were soon discarded, and then Aragorn's fingers were inside of him. He winced at the
initial intrusion, still unused to the sensation, but soon he relaxed as his body
adjusted to the penetration. Another finger was pushed in and the Elf moaned softly,
pushing downward against it. Aragorn pushed another finger in and crooked it to the side,
drawing a gasp and a loud moan from his lover.

"Aragorn..." the Elf moaned again, wrapping one leg around the Ranger's waist. The rest
of his plea was cut off, though, as the man's lips slammed into his own once more. He
clung to the man as though his very life depended on it, muffled moans escaped his mouth
into Aragorn's.

The man pulled his fingers out, eliciting a soft whimper of loss from the Elf. Their kiss
broke briefly as Aragorn tugged down his own pants and easily lifted Legolas up to his
hips. The Elf wrapped both legs around his human lover and the man entered him in one
smooth motion. Legolas cried out sharply, letting his head fall back against the stone
wall..

Aragorn pushed fully inside, then began to slowly rock his hips against Legolas', coaxing
other soft moans and cries from his Elven lover. The Ranger's lips attached themselves to
the Elf's pale neck, Legolas buried his fingers in the man's hair.

Incomprehensible Elvish flowed brokenly from the blonde's swollen lips as Aragorn's
thrusts became harder and faster, pushing him harder up against the wall. "Aragorn...
Meleth," Legolas moaned, his breath coming in short gasps, "Saes - Estel!"

The blond prince cried out sharply as he found his release and slumped, boneless, against
his Human lover.

Feeling the Elf's muscles tighten and clench around him, Aragorn felt his climax
approaching. With one, two, more thrusts he moaned loudly and spilled himself inside his
lover.

Legolas whimpered faintly. Only then did Aragorn realize how tightly the blond Elf was
pressed up against the wall. Gently he lifted the Elf off of his hips, slowly pulling out
in the process. Legolas sighed softly, dropping his legs back to the ground and leaning
heavily against his lover. The man was forced to hold him up for fear the prince's legs
would fail him.

"I love you," Aragorn murmured.

Legolas smiled and lifted his head off the man's chest to kiss his chin softly, "I love
you, too."
TBC...