Title: The Law
Author: Silver Moon
Author’s Email: silvermoon118@gmail.com
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17


Part Three


Legolas was temporarily blinded as he stepped out of the dark 
hallway into the brightly lit room. When his vision cleared he 
glanced at the high table. His blue eyes instantly locked with a pair 
of grey ones. ‘Aragorn’

Legolas couldn’t move. Something about those eyes stopped him in 
his tracks. In the two shining orbs Legolas could sense hope, 
kindness, strength, but also apprehension, confusion, and fear. 
Legolas did not want this moment to end. He felt that he could stare 
into those eyes until the end of time.

“Legolas what are you doing? We need to go sit down! Come on!” 
Indis whispered in Legolas’ ear as she grabbed his elbow and led 
him towards their table. Legolas allowed himself to be guided away 
from the doorway, but his eyes never left the man at the front of the 
room. 

Although no one had told him that this man was Aragorn, Legolas 
knew that it could be no other. The regal stance of the young man 
and the beauty that shone from him solidified the fact that this was 
indeed the crowned prince of Gondor. 

*****

Aragorn felt like he couldn’t breathe. Who was this being who he 
had locked eyes with? Never before had he seen such blue. He felt 
like he was drowning in blue eyes that reminded him of the sea. 

The magical moment was lost when their eye contact was broken. As 
he took in the rest of the lovely being before him, the realization of 
who this person was hit him hard in the stomach. The owner of the 
loveliest eyes he had ever beheld was a man. Aragorn was at a loss 
for words. ‘Why is a man having such an affect on me?’ 

 “Would you get a load of that beauty?” Faramir, who was sitting on 
Aragorn’s left whispered under his breath.

“What? Who?” Aragorn cried out in surprise. ‘Is Faramir having the 
same thoughts as me’ Aragorn thought in distress. ‘What sort of 
power does this man have that he can make others of his sex carry on 
in such a manner?’

“The elven maiden that just walked in with the party from 
Mirkwood.” Faramir answered. “They didn’t get here in time to 
greet you this afternoon. Valar, would I like to meet her!” 

“Oh.” Aragorn had not even noticed the maiden who walked at the 
other elf’s side. “You are right Faramir, we did not meet them. Can 
you please find a way to introduce me to them later this evening?” 

Faramir was surprised by the need in Aragorn’s voice. He inwardly 
sighed. ‘He is going to occupy her time all evening now and I won’t 
even get a chance to dance with her. I should have just kept my 
mouth shut!’ “Of course my lord,” he replied.

******

Legolas watched as Aragorn ate his dinner and politely chatted with 
those sitting around him. His own dinner went untouched. 

“Legolas who is it that you are pinning over at the head table?” 
Thanduil jokingly inquired of his youngest. 

“Oh…no one father,” Legolas replied a bit too quickly. “I was just 
admiring the general splendor.”

Thanduil chuckled at his son. “Of course you were nin-iond.”

Just then, a group of musicians came out and began to set up for the 
dancing. The first song they played was a lively Gondorian folk 
song.

Indis squealed in delight. She loved to dance. “Amras let’s dance!” 

“I would be delighted!” he replied as the two most boisterous 
members of the royal family made their way out onto the dance 
floor. 

Legolas and Oropher smiled at one another and shook their heads. 
Their brother and sister had too much energy for their own good. 
Legolas grinned in amusement as the human couples starred at the 
elves who were doing a traditional Mirkwood dance to the very un-
Mirkwood like song. 

Legolas was pulled away from watching his siblings when his 
brother lightly touched his arm and inquired of him, “I’m going to go 
have a word with Lady Arwen. It has been years since I’ve seen her 
and I would like to hear the news from Imladris. Would you care to 
join me?”

Legolas was about to decline, he wasn’t very fond of Arwen, she 
was so stiff and well… a bit full of herself for Legolas’ liking, but 
then Legolas glanced over to where Arwen was sitting. The young 
prince of Gondor had just walked over to the Lady and taken the seat 
at her side. Legolas felt his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I’d 
love to,” he responded.

******

“Are you enjoying the party my lady,” Aragorn inquired of Arwen. 
‘She looks absolutely stunning’ Aragorn mussed to himself. Her 
gown was dark midnight blue embroidered in silver. The fabric 
clung to her subtle curves and swirled around her legs like water 
when she walked. ‘At least the male elf with the beautiful blue eyes 
hasn’t completely bewildered my senses.’ 

Arwen sighed, “It is alright I suppose. I don’t really like parties very 
much.”

“Oh I see,” Aragorn replied as he looked away desperately trying to 
think of something that would interest the elven maiden.

After a few attempts at getting Arwen to talk without making any 
progress Aragorn gave up and just starred at the floor. Sitting in 
absolute silence was rather awkward. Aragorn decided he would 
excuse himself, but as he stood up he bumped into someone who had 
just appeared at his side. 

“Excuse m…, “Aragorn dropped off in mid sentence as he looked at 
the person he had just run into. ‘It’s him!’ Aragorn felt excited and 
terrified all at the same time. On one hand he desperately wanted to 
get to know this elf, but on the other he was scarred of the way he 
was affected by him.

Another elf Aragorn had not noticed began to speak to Arwen. 
“Hello Lady it is a pleasure to see you again. Would you be so kind 
to introduce us to this lovely young man?”

“O hello Oropher.” Arwen replied. “As I am sure you are already 
aware, this is Aragorn, prince of Gondor. Aragorn this is Oropher, 
crown prince of Mirkwood, and his younger brother Legolas.” 

‘Legolas what a beautiful name’ Aragorn mused. “It is a pleasure to 
meet you both.” 

“I apologize that we were not able to meet you this afternoon Lord 
Aragorn, but we were still traveling here. I must compliment you on 
your beautiful city. We have seen nothing but great things since 
arriving here.” Oropher said.

“Thank you, but please just call me Aragorn. Lord makes me sound 
much too high and mighty.” Aragorn replied. With these words a 
smile broke out on Legolas face. ‘He has such a lovely smile’

“I would also like to add my thanks for welcoming us to your great 
city. It is truly beautiful. I have never before been to a city of men. 
Actually I have never met a man before. I must say that I am rather 
interested in learning about your customs and culture.” Legolas was 
surprised he had said all of this to Aragorn. Usually he was rather 
quiet around strangers. ‘It must be a sign of how much I want to get 
to know him.’

“I have never before met an elf until today,” Aragorn told him. “I 
have learned some things about your people through my history 
lesson but I would love to hear it from the point of view of an elf. 
Legolas would you like to join me tomorrow and we might talk for 
awhile?”

“Nothing would please me more.”

With the addition of the two male elves, conversation flowed freely. 
Arwen still didn’t say much, but at least there were no more long, 
awkward silences. 

After awhile the musicians started playing a song that was unfamiliar 
to Aragorn. He glanced over and saw that two elves had taken up 
instruments and were playing what was apparently an elvish song.

“I’m going to kill those two,” Oropher steamed. “Forgive me 
Aragorn, but my brother and sister have simply too much enthusiasm 
for their own good.”

Aragorn started laughing heartily. “That’s quite all right. They are 
really quite good, and I always enjoy learning new songs and 
dances.” He then turned to Arwen. “Do you dance Lady Arwen?”

“Not if I can help it,” she coldly replied.

“Oh. I was hoping someone could teach me the steps.” Aragorn 
replied with a crestfallen look on his face.

“I’d love to show you.” Legolas chimed in a wicked grin on his face.

“What?” Aragorn stammered. “But you are male. It would hardly be 
appropriate for us to dance together.”

“Why?” Legolas responded. Legolas didn’t wait for an answer but 
grabbed Aragorn’s hands and pulled him on to the dance floor.

Legolas held Aragorn’s hands in his own and started the lively 
dance. Aragorn was rather hesitant at first, but soon relaxed and 
started dancing too. It didn’t take him long to pick up the steps and 
soon the pair were spinning around the room in time with the music 
completely oblivious to the angry stares they were receiving from 
Denethor and a few other advisors. 

Suddenly the music slowed and softened as Amras and Indis let the 
melody change into an elvish love song. Aragorn’s breath hitched 
when Legolas grabbed his arms and wrapped them around his own 
slim waist. Then Legolas wrapped his own arms around the man’s 
neck. 

For a moment Aragorn did nothing. Silly dancing with Legolas was 
one thing, but slow dancing was another matter completely. Just as 
Aragorn was about to pull away from the embrace he felt Legolas 
start to rub the back of his neck soothingly and as their eyes met 
Aragorn saw such a look of hope in those his eyes that he couldn’t 
bare to draw away from them.
He started to lead Legolas in a slow and passionate dance, their 
bodies moving as one. They glided across the floor in perfect unison 
eyes never leaving one another’s. 

“That is quite enough!” Denethor shouted just as Legolas began to 
lean into Aragorn’s body. “I think the prince has had enough for one 
night. Aragorn it is time to go!” 

Aragorn pulled away from Legolas, embarrassed by what he had 
done and the fact that everyone was starring at him. The worst part 
was the look of hurt and confusion in Legolas’ eyes as he walked 
away.