Title: Forgetting
Author: Orlando_is_Legolas@yahoo.com
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: R
Summary: Aragorn tries to forget.
Disclaimer: Not mine.  Tolkien missed the chemistry.
Warning: sex between m/m characters
Authors Note: Very short fic.  Just something I had to
get out of my system.
Re: Elvish: just learning.  sorry for any mistakes.
Archive: please ask first
Feedback: greatly appreciated

Aragorn pressed his lips against Legolas’ forehead. 
“Karna amin demada.”  Make me forget.  So he did, for
Aragorn.  Not because it was right.  But because he
needed to forget, too.
	He let Aragorn take control.  He let the man draw
blood with his teeth.  He surrendered to Aragorn but
could not surrender to the sensations, as he wished. 
He lay beneath Aragorn but he watched from above, from
outside of himself, pitying this man that he loved,
that he would lose, hating himself for being there for
Aragorn but not there with him.
	Aragorn took Legolas as hard as he could.  His kisses
and thrusts were demanding and punishing.  The pain
did not go away, for he knew it was only the body of
Legolas with which he lay, not the elf’s soul.  He
forgave Legolas for retreating.  He knew he was being
unfair.  He knew Legolas didn’t want it to be this
way.  He died with every breath, every thought.  Even
now, in the arms of his beloved, he could not escape
his thoughts.  Thoughts of Boromir’s dying words. 
Thoughts of the stench of Moria.  Thoughts of the
emptiness in Frodo’s eyes.
	Legolas held him when he wept.  The tears came,
unbidden and unstoppable.  “Legolas.”  Aragorn’s voice
was hoarse.
	“What is it, Estel?”  He smoothed Aragorn’s unruly
hair.
	“Is it true that Elves can die of grief?”  His voice
was so low that Legolas had to struggle to hear him.
	“I have heard of it happening, although Elves have
little to grieve for.”
	“Then I wish to be an elf, Legolas, that I may die
with my grief.”  Legolas did not reply.  There was no
need.