Title: The Time is Now Author: McKenna Espenshade Email: mckennaespen@hotmail.com Pairing(s): Legolas/Aragorn Rating: NC-17 Summary: Aragorn discovers that his feelings for Legolas go deeper than friendship. AU. Disclaimer: Tolkien, Tolkien, yes I’m blue, these characters belong to you. And even though I’ve changed the plot, and possibly impaired your lot, I really mean no disrespect, although I write both slash and het. To everyone heed what I mean, The plot is mine, the rest, Tolkien’s. Authors Note (if needed/desired): Please Note: The characters Olwyn (“Ole-Win”) and Kauri (“Car-Ree”) are the property of McKenna Espenshade. Elvish dialogue taken from the Sindarin Dictionary Project. Special Thanks to my betas, Chan and Uilani. You rock!!!! {AU. Story takes place a few years after ROTK. * indicate character’s thoughts. ~*~*~ Indicates the beginning of the story or a time change.} Chapter 1/11 It is a beautiful day, Aragorn thought to himself as he looked out over Rivendell. Standing high upon one of the many ornate, elven crafted balconies; the King of Gondor could feel the gentle wind blowing his dark shoulder length hair. *It is good to be back.* Aragorn made his way downstairs to the massive dining hall. Servants hurried about busily decorating and preparing food for the evenings festivities. Across the room, Aragorn saw Arwen and her father, Elrond, as well as Glorfindel, Elrond’s best friend, deep in conversation. Aragorn, deciding to join in the discussion, took a step in their direction, but halted ere bumping into one of Elrond’s servants. The startled elf mumbled an apology, placed a carefully, individually wrapped tray of pastries on a nearby table and hurried back to the kitchen. Aragorn eyed the food hungrily. *Surely no one would notice* Silently, Aragorn grasped and unwrapped a small sweet cake. He brought the delicacy to his lips and... “Aragorn!” Aragorn was so startled he nearly threw the pastry. “The party will start soon,” Arwen said sweetly. “Surely you can wait until then. The cake shall spoil your evening meal.” Arwen, Elrond and Glorfindel stood facing Aragorn only arms length away. *Damn Elvish senses.* “Someone’s arrived,” Arwen said turning from the king to look out the open door. Aragorn used her momentary distraction to his advantage and shoved the entire pastry into his mouth. “Aragorn, it’s,” Arwen began to say as she turned to look at him. “Aragorn!” Arwen said in exasperation. Aragorn tried to smile, but his mouth was so full of cake that he could only shrug sheepishly. Elrond shook his head smiling faintly and Glorfindel coughed to stifle a laugh. With much effort, Aragorn swallowed the dessert and breathlessly managed to ask, “What were you saying?” But his question was answered before Arwen could speak. Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, entered the dining hall. Moving with the grace of a swan, Legolas seemed to float rather than walk to greet them. “Legolas,” Elrond said warmly, “I’m glad that you could come.” “Thank you,” Legolas said brightly. “’Tis an honor to be able to share in this your conception date, Brannon ned Imladris (Translation: Lord of Rivendell).” “You must be weary from your journey,” Elrond said smiling. “A room has already been prepared for you, and you may help yourself to some refreshments if it pleases you.” “It would seem,” Legolas said smiling wryly, “that Aragorn has beaten me to it.” Arwen giggled playfully as she brushed crumbs from Aragorn’s face and clothes. Aragorn felt his face flush with embarrassment. He studied the floor for a moment and looked up only to meet Legolas’ playful stare. Legolas winked at Aragorn and he felt his breath catch in his throat. His heart was pounding. *What’s wrong with me?* Legolas greeted Arwen and Glorfindel and then stood before Aragorn. “’Tis good to see you, Aragorn,” Legolas said sincerely as he pulled Aragorn into a brotherly embrace. Aragorn felt his body tremble. *It must be cold in here.* “Yes it’s, it is, um, good to see you, too,” Aragorn said shakily as he released Legolas and stared at the floor. Legolas tilted his head slightly and eyed Aragorn curiously but said nothing more. Instead, he examined his friend’s face. All that Aragorn had endured in the past seemed to have given character to his recent station. And although a king now, the former ranger still bore the scars of his past: weathered skin, sword calloused hands and eyes that told the tales of war. “Elrond?” Legolas averted his attention from his long time friend. “Yes?” “When does the celebration begin?” “When dusk departs, “ Elrond replied. “Hmm,” Legolas muttered and licked his lips thoughtfully. Aragorn felt his stomach lurch and heat spread to his loins. *I must be getting ill.* “If you will excuse me then,” Legolas said politely. “I will away so that I may get prepared for the party.” “Yes, of course,” Elrond said cordially. “I will have my servant, Kauri, show you to your room. Kauri?” A young female elf quickly made her way to Elrond’s side. “Yes, Lord?” the maiden said respectfully. “Would you please show Prince Legolas and his belongings to his room?” “Yes, Lord,” Kauri replied. The elf maiden hesitantly reached for the moderately large pack the prince bore upon his back. Legolas turned to face the servant and smiled. “’Tis alright,” he said gently. “I shall carry this. If you would be so kind as to show me to my chamber I would greatly appreciate it.” The young female stared at Legolas openmouthed and blushed furiously when he addressed her. “Aye,” Kauri said shyly. With that, the elf maiden led Legolas up the winding stairs at the back of the dining hall. Aragorn couldn’t help but watch the prince with interest. He observed the servant named Kauri glancing back at Legolas several times in youthful awe. He, too, found himself captivated by the youngest prince of Mirkwood. They had remained friends after the War of the Ring and after he had become King of Gondor. It had only been a few years since he had seen his friend, but something had changed. Legolas seemed different somehow. Aragorn watched as the elven archer ascended the stairs. He couldn’t help but notice the way Legolas’ tunic parted with each step revealing a lean but well muscled thigh that seemed to strain against his fitted leggings. *What’s wrong with me?* Chapter 2/11 “Kauri?” Legolas turned to the servant as they entered the bedchamber. “Yes?” Kauri asked eagerly. She had heard of Legolas, the youngest and fairest prince of Mirkwood. Because of his part in the Fellowship of the Ring, the elven archer had become well known and the desire of many she and he elves’ hearts. “Would you mind telling me where I could fetch some warm water for a bath?” Legolas looked at Kauri’s dreamy expression inquisitively. “Huh?” Legolas’ question pulled Kauri from her thoughts. “Oh yes, your highness,” Kauri replied her face turning crimson with humiliation. “I will have the bath servants prepare your water.” “Thank you,” Legolas said slowly, wondering why Kauri had seemed so uneasy around him. Without another word, Kauri left the bedchamber and disappeared down the long narrow corridor. Legolas observed his surroundings. The bedchamber was large and well decorated. Long wispy curtains moved softly as a light wind blew through the open windows in the room. The bed was enormous and comfortable looking adorned with a deep green, plush elven embroidered comforter and pillows. The entire room smelled of the forest, sweet honeysuckle and gentle rain. Legolas felt at home. He sat on the bed, placed his pack on the floor and removed his shoes. He heard footsteps coming towards his room. Moments later, twelve servants bearing a large tub of hot water, scented oils and cloths for washing emerged into the room. Four of the servants, male elves, carried a large basin of steaming water. They entered a small room adjacent to Legolas’ and carefully poured the water into a lofty marble tub. One of the female attendants arranged the bath cloths and scented oils near the tub neatly while the other servants, two males and five females stared at Legolas and whispered. “Your highness,” one of the male elves said avoiding Legolas’ eyes. “You’re only to pull the stopper at the base of the tub when you’re done bathing and the water will drain.” “Thank you,” Legolas said wondering why it took twelve elves to bring water, scented oils and bath cloths. The elvish servants reluctantly left the room, and glanced back at Legolas longingly, whispering frantically. Legolas stared after the servants shaking his head from side to side. *Were the elves of Rivendell always so strange?* Legolas glanced through an open window and noticed that dusk was drawing to a close. The first stars were beginning to peak out from underneath the blanket of the sky. *I must make haste.* Hurriedly, Legolas undressed and stepped into the warm water. He grasped a bottle of scented oil and poured a small amount into the water. He effortlessly unbraided his hair and dunked his entire body into the shallow pool. He reemerged feeling refreshed from his long journey. He took a neatly folded cloth, submerged it into the water and began to wash away the day’s toil from his smooth, flawless, ivory skin. Legolas loved to bathe. He could have stayed in the water for the rest of the evening, but his thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone coming. His elvish senses told him that it was Aragorn. Legolas pulled the cork at the bottom of the tub and watched the water drain with fascination. He took a large cloth and dried himself thoroughly before tying the towel tightly around his waist. “Legolas?” Aragorn called out timidly upon entering the prince’s chamber. *I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?* “I’m here,” Legolas replied as he emerged from the bathing room. Aragorn gasped softly at the beauty before him. Legolas only wore a large bathing cloth around his waist. Aragorn’s eyes tried to take in the entire sight all at once. He looked at the slightly parted towel that revealed one of Legolas’ well-muscled thighs. His heart raced as his eyes moved up to the elf’s center searching for the bulge of his male hood. *There it is.* His eyes studied the elf’s taut stomach, lightly muscular chest and moved to his appealing looking mouth. Aragorn looked at the prince’s perfect nose and then his eyes, those blue eyes, “Aragorn? Are you well?” Legolas asked concerned. “Yes, uh, yes Legolas,” Aragorn felt his face flush with shame. “Not you, too,” Legolas said in mock indignation. “Not me?” Aragorn asked softly trying to regain his composure. “I seem to say the wrong thing today,” Legolas said thoughtfully retrieving a comb from his pack and dragging it through his damp hair. Aragorn watched the elf in silence for a moment. He watched the way Legolas’ arm muscles flexed each time he pulled the comb in a downward motion and he felt heat spread through his body. “Uh, yes. I mean, no,” Aragorn shook his head from side to side. *How is it that I can speak in front of hundreds of people without faltering, and I cannot seem to utter a single sentence in front of one of my oldest and dearest friends?* Legolas studied Aragorn silently. *Something is ailing him.* “What I mean to say,” Legolas said while placing the comb back into his bundle and withdrawing some black leggings, “is that everyone seems uneasy around me.” “Nay, Legolas,” Aragorn said beginning to relax. “It is awe that you sense from your kindred not discomfort. It seems that you have gained many admirers.” “Hmm,” Legolas muttered as he reentered the bathing room out of Aragorn’s sight. He reemerged without the towel but with the leggings on in its stead. Aragorn could plainly see the outline of the elf’s maleness now. *I wonder what it looks like when he is aroused? What am I thinking?* “So then, Aragorn,” Legolas said in a tone so serious that Aragorn was immediately pulled from his fantasies. “Are you one of my admirers?” Flabbergasted by the question and the piercing look Legolas was giving him, Aragorn found that he could not speak. “’Twas a jest!” Legolas said laughing at the king’s speechlessness. “Aragorn, you are not yourself tonight,” Legolas said seriously with a bit of humor still in his voice. “Perhaps you should go see Lord Elrond. He’ll know what ails you.” Legolas stepped in front of Aragorn and placed one of his hands on the king’s shoulders. Aragorn could feel Legolas’ touch through his tunic as warm heat made its way down from his shoulder to his crotch. “You are right, friend,” Aragorn said pulling away quickly hoping that Legolas didn’t notice. “I will go see Elrond straight away.” Aragorn turned and left the room. In the corridor beyond the prince’s room, Aragorn decided that he would not burden Elrond with his bizarre behavior. He decided that the journey from Gondor to Rivendell must have exhausted him. *It shall pass.* Chapter 3/11 Aragorn went into the dining hall where elves and men were talking, laughing, drinking and making merry. The king began to make his way around the room to pay homage to various guests. A hush fell over the room as the Lady and Lord of Lorien swept down the stairs. *Where is Legolas?* Arwen embraced her grandmother as Aragorn walked over greeted Celeborn. The celebration resumed its pace. The Lady met Aragorn’s eyes for a moment before he excused himself from their presence. He did not want Galadriel to see his thoughts, only, he wasn’t sure why. Aragorn made his way to a vacant table when he heard a lull once again. He turned and saw Legolas descending the stairs. The room was completely silent, and for good reason. Legolas glowed as though the moon shone through the building directly upon him. He wore black boots and leggings and a handsome deep blue tunic delicately trimmed with intricate black embroidery. His hair was worn back in the customary elvish warrior fashion, but seemed to adorn his head with a halo of light. His eyes gleamed as the shade of his tunic complemented the cerulean hues of his eyes. Having reached the base of the stairs and noticed the silence, Legolas shifted uncomfortably looking around nervously. The Lady of the Golden Wood, sensing his discomfort, greeted the prince warmly. Once again the party slowly resumed. Aragorn, hungry and tired of awaiting the main course, decided to help himself to some of the refreshments around the room. He decided against the various fruit and vegetable platters and found himself standing before a table filled to overflowing with sweet cakes, berry and custard filled tarts and cruller. Weighing his decision carefully, Aragorn chose a berry tart. “Another pastry?” Legolas chided Aragorn in mock terror. Legolas had made his way through the crowd to his friend. Aragorn, startled, turned to look at the prince. “What would Arwen say?” Legolas asked deviously. “Let’s go ask her shall we?” Legolas took a step in Arwen’s direction, but was stopped short when Aragorn grabbed his arm abruptly. “I think not, prince,” Aragorn said scathingly, “or I will not be the only one who shall visit Lord Elrond this night.” Legolas’ melodic laugh reverberated through the air and sent a shiver down Aragorn’s spine. Legolas was so close that Aragorn could smell him – the sweet scent of leaves kissed by the sun. Aragorn closed his eyes. *Legolas is intoxicating.* Aragorn felt his loins flush with heat as he tightened his grip on the archer’s arm. “Ai, Aragorn!” Legolas said chuckling misunderstanding the king’s tightening grasp. “I believe you. I won’t speak of your indiscretions to Arwen.” Legolas leaned in to Aragorn’s ear and whispered, “’tis our secret.” Aragorn’s body ached as the elf’s breath caressed his ear. Aragorn could feel his manhood harden. Still clutching Legolas’ arm, the king inadvertently pulled the elf closer inhaling his scent. He began to try to visualize the archer’s half naked body as he had seen earlier in Legolas’ bedchamber, and tried to reclaim the memory of the bulge between his legs. “Aragorn?” Legolas asked concerned. “Mmmm, what?” Aragorn asked softly, eyes closed, still deep in his daydreams. “Legolas?” Aragorn was pulled from his fantasies when he heard an unfamiliar voice. “Legolas is that you?” A beautiful female elf approached the two men a bit apprehensively. The female had dark, wavy, waist length hair, pale flawless skin and piercing, pale blue eyes. The natural flush upon her cheeks and lips accented her delicate features making her one of the most fair she elves at the party. “Olwyn,” Legolas said smiling. He moved to greet the female, but Aragorn still held his arm in a firm grip. “Aragorn?” Legolas said looking at the king. “Hmmm?” “My arm?” “Oh, yes. Yes, of course.” Aragorn released the elf and watched as he embraced the female. A new feeling crept up inside the man, but he was unsure of what it was. “We have much to discuss, Legolas,” Olwyn said touching Legolas’ face lightly. Legolas leaned in to Olwyn’s touch affectionately, and Aragorn felt his heart skip a beat. He felt odd, as though someone had punched him in the stomach. *What is wrong with me?* “Yes,” Legolas said softly and placed his hand over the hand that Olwyn still had on his face. “I’ll see you a bit later, Aragorn,” Legolas said looking at the king. “Save a pastry for me.” Legolas smiled as Olwyn led him away through the crowd. Aragorn clenched his fists. *Who does she think she is? How dare she take Legolas away! I’m a king. How rude and arrogant that maiden is!* “Ai!” Aragorn gasped looking down at his hands. In his anger, he had clenched his fists so tightly that he had drawn blood. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~* The party continued, but Legolas was nowhere to be found. Aragorn scanned the room continuously for the prince, but had no success in discovering his whereabouts. Even when all the guests sat down for the main course, Aragorn found his mind wandering. *Where has Legolas gone? Is he with that she elf? More importantly, what are they doing?* Aragorn found himself becoming angry and tightened his hands into fists. Startled by the pain, Aragorn looked at his previously injured hands and wondered why he was acting so foolishly. The main course ended and the festivities continued. More desserts were brought out and set on multiple tables to allow guests to make their selections while mingling. Hauntingly ethereal elvish music began to play softly in the background, and the guests that were not eating or talking began to dance. “Did you save a pastry for me?” Legolas asked playfully walking up from behind the king. “Legolas?” Aragorn asked stunned wondering when the prince had returned to the dining hall. “Well?” Legolas asked mischievously while raising an eyebrow. Exasperated, Aragorn reached over to a nearby table, grabbed a sweet cake and handed it to Legolas. “Thanks.” Legolas smiled playfully as he unwrapped the pastry. Aragorn watched the archer’s hands moving carefully on the paper and began to wonder how Legolas’ hands would feel on his shaft. Aragorn’s eyes widened as the realization of his thoughts sunk in. *I feel lust for Legolas. No, no ‘tis not lust that I feel. I feel friendship for the prince. I am just weary and need to rest; these strange feelings will pass after I’ve laid down to rest.* Legolas took a bite of the cake and chewed thoughtfully as Aragorn stared at his lips lustfully. The king’s unrelenting mind began to wander again when he heard the voice that he was secretly beginning to loathe. “Shall we dance, Legolas?” Olwyn asked the prince while smiling sweetly. “Aye,” Legolas said licking his fingers. Wordlessly, the female elf grasped Legolas’ hand and led him into the swirl of dancing guests. Aragorn felt someone by his side; it was Arwen. “Would you like to dance?” Aragorn asked. Arwen smiled, “Yes.” Aragorn led Arwen out among the dancers trying to get as close as he could to Legolas and Olwyn. He wanted to see exactly what they were doing. Legolas moved gracefully to the music as he held Olwyn close to his body. Olwyn rested her head on Legolas’ shoulder and when she looked up, their eyes met in a penetrating stare. Legolas leaned forward and whispered something into the female’s ear. Olwyn smiled and nodded and began to gaze into the prince’s eyes again. Aragorn felt molten hot anger coursing through his veins. He was so preoccupied with the young couple that he didn’t notice that the music had stopped playing. “Aragorn?” “Uh, yes?” Aragorn said looking at Arwen. “I see some of my friends going out towards the gardens. I shall go out and speak with them.” “Yes,” Aragorn said barely listening. He was too busy watching Legolas and Olwyn try to quietly sneak up the stairs away from the party. When Arwen had departed, Aragorn crept up the staircase and made his way to Legolas’ bedchamber. It was empty. *Where could they have gone?* Aragorn began to walk down the long corridor when he heard voices coming from a nearby chamber. Silently, the king peered inside. It was Legolas and Olwyn! Chapter 4/11 Although the chamber was dark, soft moonlight allowed Aragorn to see the silhouetted bodies of the elves. Legolas stood before the female in a tight embrace. They pulled apart, just a bit, and began kissing hungrily. Aragorn couldn’t see what their hands were doing, but he heard Olwyn moan. Aragorn thought that he would be sick. And yet he stood, rooted to the spot, unable to escape the torment of watching Legolas and Olwyn pleasure one another. “Please,” Aragorn heard Legolas whisper huskily. Aragorn could see the silhouette of Olwyn quickly unbuttoning Legolas’ tunic. The female elf slid the tunic off of the prince’s shoulders and allowed it to fall on the floor. Olwyn began to run her hands up and down the elf’s exposed chest kissing the male deeply. Aragorn heard Legolas gasp when her lips moved downward as she licked one of his nipples. Despite himself, Aragon felt his maleness harden. Yet, his arousal only made him angry. *Why would Legolas want to give himself to her? He has never spoken to me of a lover. Why did he conceal this from me? I thought we were friends.* “Oh, please. Please,” Olwyn moaned breathlessly. Aragorn, lost in his thoughts, now noticed that the elves had moved to the bed. He could no longer tell who was who, as the elven bodies were intertwined and shrouded in darkness. The couple’s panting and moaning became more and more erratic. “Oh, oh, oh!” Olwyn cried out apparently reaching her peak and the prince echoed her cries only moments later. Panting softly, Aragorn heard Legolas say, “I love you, Olwyn.” Aragorn felt his heart explode in his chest, despair and anger consuming him. He could move now, and he did as fast as he could until he reached his bedchamber. Aragorn sat on the edge of the bed trembling. His body was aching with desire, rage and sadness. He tasted his tears and reached up to touch his face bewildered. Unable to withstand his turmoil any longer, Aragorn got into the bed, fully clothed. He closed his eyes hoping to escape his anguish until the morn. Chapter 5/11 Aragorn awakened with a start to find bright sunbeams flooding his room. Immediately, memories from the previous night invaded his mind and anger welled up within his being. The king had servants bring him warm water. He bathed, got dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to avoid missing the morning meal. The dining hall smelled of freshly baked bread. “Aragorn!” Aragorn turned and saw Legolas waving to him from across the room. “Come and join me!” Legolas said smiling. Aragorn sat across from Legolas smiling faintly eyeing the elf longingly. The prince was wearing brown boots, dark green leggings and pale green tunic that’s embroidery matched the hues of his leggings. His hair was pulled back, as usual, and the sunlight that flooded the room illuminated his flaxen hair. *Oh, he is so beautiful.* Aragorn noticed that Legolas was staring at him with interest and quickly averted his attention to the food on the table. The king filled his plate with bread, fruit and strips of fried meat; he began to eat in silence. “Have you ever tasted warm bread and honey?” Legolas asked Aragorn. “No,” Aragorn replied icily. “Oh,” Legolas said taken aback by the tone of Aragorn’s speech. “Well, ‘tis quite delicious,” Legolas continued eyeing the king curiously. “See?” Legolas held up a small bowl that was filled with the syrup. He placed the bowl back on the table and broke off a piece of the loaf of bread that was on the table. Legolas dipped the bread into the golden substance and placed it into his mouth smiling brightly. “’Tis my favorite,” Legolas added while licking his lips. “Would you like some?” Legolas asked passing the bowl of honey to Aragorn. “No!” Aragorn snapped. “Aragorn?” Legolas asked concerned. “What ails you?” Aragorn could feel rage welling up within his chest as visions of Legolas moaning as Olwyn licked his nipple flashed through his mind. “You! You are what’s wrong!” Aragorn pounded his fist on the table. “Me?” Legolas asked in shock. “Whatever do you mean?” Legolas stared at his long time friend. Aragorn had never spoken to him in this manner before. “You know of what I speak Legolas.” Aragorn spat. “Aragorn,” Legolas said slowly, “you will have to enlighten me as I know not of what you speak.” “That, that female!” Aragorn began, his anger increasing. “Female?” Legolas asked dismayed. “Yes, Legolas! That Oilwyn!” Aragorn said practically shouting and making sure to pronounce her name incorrectly. “Olwyn?” Legolas asked confused. “Did she offend you in some way?” “Nay,” Aragorn said lowering his voice a bit as people were beginning to stare. “’Tis you that has caused offense, young prince.” “What did I do?” Legolas’ eyes widened. Aragorn ignored how handsome the prince looked and continued his attack feeling enraged that he had witnessed Legolas sharing his love as well as his body with someone else. Legolas’ moans echoed through his mind. Aragorn still didn’t know why he felt so upset, and he didn’t care. “You,” Aragorn said scornfully, “prancing around with that female. Have you no regard for others? Or, has your submission to youthful fits of lust left you blind, little one?” Legolas’ eyes narrowed – orbs of blue darkening in anger. “Youthful fits of lust, eh, Aragorn?” Legolas echoed indignantly. “I’ll have you know that who I prance with is my concern alone, not yours. As for the youthful fits of lust you speak of, I am dismayed. At what time did my private matters require the scrutiny of a king?” Legolas asked sharply. “And as for my age, Aragorn, I will now remind you that I am sixty-five times your senior. Little one, indeed!” Legolas fumed. Legolas’ face was crimson with anger, but Aragorn refused to back down. “As a prince, I should think that bedding young females would be easy, especially for the fairest princeling of Mirkwood.” Aragorn’s words dripped with disdain. “Tell me, Legolas. Did you wait to conquer your female until after the party, or did you share your body with several she elves throughout the night? Your absence was felt more than once during the celebration. I guess you were busy making merry in your own way, in the bed chambers above!” Aragorn looked Legolas directly in the eyes. Legolas shook with rage. The prince’s breathing was unsteady and his eyes flashed fiercely. “A whore I am, according to you, Aragorn. But you know nothing of my heart,” Legolas spat. “Who I share my body with, whether it be ten maidens in a single hour or one for eternity is no business of yours!” Legolas continued scathingly. “You mock my royalty?” Legolas asked shaking his head in disbelief. “When you hid from yours? You cast our friendship aside with unfounded accusations,” Legolas broke off. “Will hypocrisy be your new companion?” Aragorn felt the sting and truth of Legolas’ words. “Well, I’m sure he will be a better friend than I, hypocrisy, the two of you certainly have more things in common!” With elven grace Legolas stood, still shaking. “Legolas? Aragorn?” Haldir asked concerned as he made his way over to the prince and king. “Why are your voices raised?” “Ask him,” Legolas said coldly, his voice quivering with anger. Aragorn looked at Haldir in amazement. *When did Haldir arrive in Rivendell?* “Aragorn?” Haldir asked concerned. “Humph!” Legolas muttered when Aragorn didn’t respond. “If you will excuse me, I will take my leave for the hills now.” “I will join you, Legolas,” Haldir said placing his hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Perhaps then, we can talk.” Aragorn felt his anger rise again as Haldir touched Legolas. “No, Haldir,” Legolas said calmly, his anger ebbing a bit. “I will away alone this day. I… I need to clear my thoughts. We shall journey together another time. Stay with your love, today. I will meet with you tonight, if you wish, and we can partake of the evening meal together.” “Aye,” Haldir nodded in agreement. Legolas turned and left the room. “Your love?” Aragorn asked as Haldir’s gaze fell upon him. “Who is your love, Haldir?” “Her name is Olwyn,” Haldir said smiling at the sound of her name. “Olwyn?” Aragorn asked shocked. “I thought Olwyn’s heart belonged to Legolas.” “Nay, Aragorn,” Haldir said. “Olwyn is from Mirkwood and has known Legolas since he was a babe, but ‘tis only friendship that they share.” “But Haldir,” Aragorn said cautiously, “I... I saw Olwyn and Legolas together last night.” “What do you mean, Aragorn?” Haldir asked perplexed. “They were in the throws of passion, Haldir,” Aragorn blurted the words out abruptly. “They were in the bedchamber up the stairs and three rooms to the left.” “Oh, Aragorn,” Haldir said smiling. “’Tis my chamber.” It did not seem to bother Haldir that Aragorn had been watching him and Olwyn. “Your chamber?” Aragorn asked feeling a knot forming in his stomach. “Aye,” Haldir nodded. “I arrived last night just before the main course,” Haldir continued thoughtfully. “I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by arriving at the party so late, so I waited outside. Legolas had decided to journey to the courtyard gardens and ventured outside. Upon doing so, we met and spoke for a while. He told me that Olwyn was talking with some of her friends from Imladris and promised to bring her to me when she had finished her conversation. He summoned a servant so that I could be taken to my room; he helped me settle into my bedchamber and rejoined the party to fetch Olwyn. “Oh,” Aragorn said softly placing his face in his hands. “Aragorn?” Haldir looked at the king gently. “Methinks I’ve made a grave mistake.” Chapter 6/11 *What have I done?* Aragorn threw himself on his bed. Looking up at the ceiling, he replayed the scene that had unfolded in the dining hall. *How could I have been such a fool? I’ve lost my best friend.* “I think not, Aragorn.” Aragorn sat up abruptly. He had not heard anyone come into his chamber. “Galadriel,” Aragorn said softly, unable to hide his despair. “Go to him, Aragorn. Tell him how you feel.” Galadriel stood directly in front of the king smiling gently. “I don’t know how I feel,” Aragorn said sadly. “ So much has happened, with me, with Arwen,” Aragorn broke off and looked at Galadriel apprehensively. “You would have me seek another’s bed, even though it is your granddaughter’s hand I’ve won?” Aragorn looked at Galadriel apprehensively. Galadriel smiled at Aragorn; kindness warmed her eyes. She brushed a stray lock of wavy blonde hair from her face and knelt before the torn man so they could speak face to face. “Aragorn,” Galadriel spoke earnestly, “you are a good man, but you must face the truth. You and Arwen were not meant to be. You gave your nobility to her and she, to you, her immortality, but were these acts of love or convenience? Would you attempt to reclaim the throne wifeless? I think not. An elvish bride would give you face in the eyes of your people. And Arwen? Faced with the loss of her mother and brothers gone awry - leaving a painful world, of one’s free will, is no punishment. So, Arwen gave up her life in the name of love. Thus, she could appease the world of men and curb their fears of an eternal queen. And also stifle the tongues of elves, as no one can argue the power of true love.” “Yes,” Aragorn said slowly. “I have always known the reason behind Arwen’s choice and my own.” Aragorn sat pensively for a moment. “He has changed somehow,” Aragorn said finally. “He is different than the prince I once knew.” Galadriel smiled tenderly and raised the king’s chin. “’Tis love that has changed your view of him. Where you once saw friendship, you now see love. Your feelings have dictated your perception.” “But why Legolas?” Aragorn asked bewildered. “Aragorn,” Galadriel began maintaining the same silken tone, “ if you are offered a gift would you discard it because it is in an unexpected package? You have always loved Legolas, but you denied yourself. How is it that you can be happier in battle than in a time of peace? It is because you were with the one you loved. You love him the way that you never loved Arwen. And although I love my granddaughter, my concern at this time is not for her. Arwen is happy and you are not. She has made and accepted her choices. Now you must make and accept yours.” Galadriel stood and left the king to his thoughts. Aragorn lay back on the bed, as reality began to take hold. *I love Legolas.* Chapter 7/11 Aragorn was awakened by a loud crash of thunder. *I must have fallen asleep.* Aragorn couldn’t tell what time it was as he sat up and looked outside the bedroom window. Sheets of rain poured from the sky and bolts of light and its echo played its familiar song above. Aragorn decided to go downstairs into the dining hall. He stood up, stretched lethargically and headed out of the bedchamber and down the stairs. “Aragorn!” Haldir said with relief. “You are safe. We feared that you had been caught unawares in the sudden storm. Where is Legolas?” “I have not seen Legolas since the morn,” Aragorn said suddenly overcome by fear. Haldir’s face paled. The next hour seemed an eternity. Elrond, Haldir, Olwyn, Arwen and Aragorn made their way to every bedchamber and spoke to every guest to try and discover the whereabouts of the prince. No answer was found. Elrond began to create search parties and disperse them into the relentless storm. Although it was only early evening the sky was shrouded in shadow, which would make finding Legolas very difficult. Aragorn, Haldir and Elrond set out into the storm leaving Arwen and Olwyn behind in case the prince returned. Legolas was nowhere to be found. *I’ve killed him.* Aragorn thought on the brink of tears. *If he dies, the last thing I would have said to him was...* “There he is!” Haldir yelled as a flash of lightening illuminated the prince. Legolas lay sprawled across a bed of large rocks. His unmoving body was twisted unnaturally. Aragorn felt his breath catch in his chest and his heartbeat frantically against his ribs. *He is dead!* Aragorn’s inner voice screamed inside his head, but he tried to control the emotions within. With haste, the man and elves ran to the seemingly lifeless body of their friend. “Legolas?” Elrond spoke softly to the prince. Aragorn could barely look at Legolas. Although his face only had a few scratches upon it, his left foot was twisted awkwardly and his leggings and tunic had been torn asunder. His exposed arms and legs bore multiple gashes and bruises. Another bolt of lightening ripped through the sky, and Aragorn observed the large bed of jagged rocks. The stones that had once seemed beautiful to the king now looked more like teeth, enveloping his friend, the man he loved. Aragorn held his breath as Elrond examined him. “He is alive, but unconscious,” Elrond said finally as the king let out a sigh of relief. Aragorn felt a flood of emotions passing through his body all at once: happiness, guilt, fear and relief. *Legolas lives!* Chapter 8/11 “Uh,” Legolas gasped softly as he regained consciousness. The prince looked around slowly and discovered that he was in his bedchamber. Abruptly, Legolas sat up. “Ai!” Legolas winced and clutched his left side. “Easy now, Legolas,” Aragorn said gently arising from the chair next to the elf’s bed. “I... I... I didn’t see you there,” Legolas said startled. He wondered if his elvish senses were failing him. He usually knew when someone was close. “That’s not surprising,” Aragorn said in a soothing tone. “You’re in a bad way, Legolas. You must have been up in those trees at the edge of the cliff when you fell as the storm hit. And a long fall it was, nearly 20 meters! You have two broken ribs, a broken ankle and cuts and bruises everywhere.” Aragorn paused feeling his heart swell with emotion as he looked at his battered friend. “Shall I brace myself for another one of your reprimands great king? Or would you allow the little prince to wallow in his external suffering as punishment instead?” Legolas asked coldly still angry from their previous discussion. “You could have died,” Aragorn said softly, his voice trembling. Legolas turned to face the king who would not meet his gaze. “You could have died,” Aragorn whispered again looking Legolas directly in the eyes his voice catching on the words. He tried to fight his emotions, but he couldn’t stop the tears as they streamed down his face. “Aragorn,” Legolas said gently. Sliding carefully to the edge of the bed he embraced the king. He cursed under his breath for his fiery elvish temper. Reluctantly, Aragorn released Legolas and wiped his eyes. He met the prince’s gaze again. Legolas studied the man’s eyes carefully as though looking for some sort of answer. Slowly, Legolas’ face softened and his eyes widened. “What?” Aragorn asked concerned. “What is it, Legolas?” “You love me,” Legolas said slowly looking deep into the king’s eyes. “Yes,” Aragorn said preparing himself for Legolas’ rejection. “But Arwen,” Legolas broke off. Stunned that Legolas had not dismissed him, Aragorn said, “Our love is platonic.” Aragorn longed to tell Legolas more. In fact, he wanted to tell Legolas everything, but he couldn’t bring himself to disclose the contents of his heart, not yet, not after all the prince had been through. “I see,” Legolas said still searching the king’s eyes for answers. He looked away from Aragorn trying to think of something to say. The prince realized, then, that he was almost completely naked. He had been stripped of all his clothing except for some loose fitting white leggings that had been cut off above the knee. He observed his bandages that had been carefully wrapped around his wounds, and guessed it to be the work of Lord Elrond. Shivering a little as a cool, post storm breeze filtered into the chamber, Legolas decided to collect one of the tunics from his pack. Legolas, without thinking, tried to stand. “Ai!” He said falling forward. Aragorn stood and caught him quickly. “My ankle,” Legolas said through clenched teeth. Aragorn held Legolas in his arms for a moment inhaling his sweet scent. Gently and effortlessly he placed the elf back into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Legolas winced and trembled slightly from the pain. “Here,” Aragorn handed Legolas a small leaf, “chew on this. It will ease the pain and help you sleep.” “Thank-you,” Legolas took the leaf, placed it in his mouth and began to chew, thoughtfully. *Aragorn loves me.* “Are you hungry?” Aragorn asked looking at Legolas’ flat belly and lightly muscular chest. He felt his breath hitch slightly as he watched the elf’s chest rise and fall as he breathed. “Nay,” Legolas said pensively. “I am a bit cold, though.” “Oh, it must be because of your injuries,” Aragorn said and walked over to the open windows and began to pull the curtains closed. He walked back over to Legolas’ bed and smiled compassionately. “Take this,” he said offering Legolas his cloak. Aragorn took the garment off and draped it around the prince’s shoulders. Legolas trembled when Aragorn’s calloused fingertips brushed against his skin. The prince’s body ached with desire when the warm, Aragorn scented cloak was placed against his skin. Aragorn was only inches away from Legolas’ face as he carefully arranged the cloak around the prince’s lithe body. Legolas touched Aragorn’s face lightly and their eyes met once again. Aragorn trembled as Legolas stroked his face sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Aragorn closed his eyes and leaned in to Legolas’ touch. Without warning, Aragorn leaned in and brushed his lips against the prince’s. “Oh, Aragorn,” Legolas gasped softly. “Do you love me, Legolas?” Aragorn asked placing his forehead against the prince’s. “I have always loved you, Aragorn,” Legolas said gently. Aragorn looked in the prince’s eyes. “I had hoped that during the quest we could, but, but Arwen,” Legolas trailed off softly. “I knew you didn’t want me, and I accepted it,” Legolas said. A bit of sadness was imbedded in his voice. Aragorn kissed Legolas again before he could say anything else. Their mouths explored one another’s hungrily. Aragorn slid his tongue into Legolas’ mouth and let his hands move up and down the elf’s body desperately. “Ai, Aragorn,” Legolas said painfully when Aragorn accidentally pressed against his injured ribs. “I’m sorry, Legolas,” Aragorn said huskily and pulled away slowly. “Perhaps sleep is better tonight.” Legolas nodded regretfully as the effects of the leaf Aragorn had given him, earlier, began to take effect. Aragorn helped Legolas get under the blankets on the bed, and the elf wrapped Aragorn’s cloak tightly around his body. Aragorn kissed Legolas lightly on the forehead and the prince stared up into the king’s love filled eyes. “Until the morn,” Aragorn said quietly. “Until the morn,” Legolas said as he felt himself slipping into sleep. *Aragorn loves me.* Chapter 9/11 Aragorn had barely slept. He hurried down the stairs to the dining hall as soon as the morning meal had been prepared. He wanted to bring Legolas something to eat. The king greeted Arwen, who was already partaking of her repast with Olwyn and Haldir. “Can I speak with you on the veranda, Aragorn?” Arwen asked. “Of course,” Aragorn replied. Arwen excused herself from the table and ushered the king outside. The sky was a pale shade of blue set off by wispy, white clouds. The sun was warm and its beams, intermingled with the scent of rain, made the air smell of summer. “Aragorn,” Arwen said slowly. “Have you told him yet?” “Told who, what?” Aragorn asked taking his attention away from the beauty of Rivendell. “Did you tell Legolas that you love him?” “What?” Aragorn asked in shock. “You knew?” “Aragorn,” Arwen said kindly, “I have always known. I have only wanted to say that you have allowed me to seek out my happiness, and I shall do the same for you. If you haven’t told him, then I ask you to do so now. If he does know your heart, then go to him this day.” “So, you are leaving, then?” Aragorn asked quietly. “Yes,” Arwen replied. “Have you told your father, yet?” Aragorn continued. “Yes,” Arwen said solemnly. “I told him that we have been unwed for three seasons, and that I have been staying with Eowyn and Faramir in Ithilien.” “What did he say?” Aragorn asked shifting nervously. The king loved his foster father. Thus, the idea of his disapproval was difficult to bear. “He is having some difficulty understanding this situation, but he is a good man. He will accept my choices in time. I won’t away with you to Gondor tomorrow. I shall stay behind and bid farewell to my father and brothers.” “Are you still planning to pass west?” Aragorn asked gently. “Yes. I will stay here, in Rivendell, for a few seasons, and then I shall set sail, with some of my kindred to the Undying Lands. I wish to spend the rest of my days with my mother and other kin who have crossed the sea.” “Perhaps,” Aragorn said hesitantly, “your immortality could be restored. Maybe the Valar could,” “No,” Arwen said abruptly. “I do not wish to have it brought back, even if the Valar could… grant such a request. I made my choices for my own reasons, and now I must have the strength to face the consequences. You must do the same, Aragorn.” “I,” Aragorn began. “I shan’t see you again,” Arwen interrupted Aragorn quickly. “When you leave tomorrow, it will be the last time we meet and the last time we part.” Aragorn looked at Arwen unable to speak. Arwen smiled at Aragorn’s perplexed look, “Our time is short upon this plane, and thus, the time is now.” Arwen touched Aragorn’s face lightly. “Go to your love this day; do not tarry.” Still unable to speak, Aragorn embraced Arwen. Despite her words, the king knew that Arwen was happier than she’d ever been and he was glad that they had remained close friends even when they parted. His heart felt lighter than it had in years. A warm feeling washed over Aragorn’s body; it was happiness. Chapter 10/11 “Aragorn, could you help me?” Legolas asked. Aragorn had just entered the prince’s bedchamber when he heard Legolas’ muffled voice. The king placed the food filled tray that he had brought up for his injured friend, on the table next to the elf’s bed. Legolas lay face down on the floor next to the bed. “Aragorn? What are you doing?” Legolas asked in protest as Aragorn quickly scooped the prince into his arms and placed him on the bed. “Are you hurt?” Did you fall, Legolas?” Aragorn began examining Legolas’ body hurriedly; searching for any new injuries a fall could have produced. “Nay,” Legolas said inadvertently arching his back into Aragorn’s touch. “I was only looking for my other boot.” “What?” Aragorn stopped his exploration and looked at the archer. Legolas sighed at the absence of the king’s touch. “My boot, I was looking to see if it was beneath the bed. I found one by the dresser and I can’t find the other one. I was looking for it when you arrived. I was going to get dressed and go down to the morning meal. Although,” Legolas said seductively, “I would gladly throw myself off the bed if you would examine me again.” Aragorn blushed. “Actually, I need to examine your wounds. May I?” Aragorn asked concerned. “Of course,” Legolas said smiling brightly. Legolas had removed the cloak the king had given him the night before, and sat at the edge of the bed a bit apprehensively. He was completely nude except for the white leggings that he was wearing. Aragorn began to carefully remove the bandages from the sparsely clad elf and was surprised to see that his wounds had completely healed. “All of your scratches and bruises are gone!” Aragorn said in amazement as he placed all of the bandages in a small pile on the floor. “Well,” Legolas began, “you know that elves heal faster than men, but only my minor ailments are, Ai! Aragorn!” Legolas yelled grabbing his side and glaring at the king. “I’m sorry,” Aragorn said removing his hands from the elf’s body. “I just wanted to examine your ribs. I see that they are still injured, and your ankle?” Aragorn reached down to examine Legolas’ foot, but the prince recoiled immediately. “’Tis not fully healed, either,” Legolas said hurriedly drawing his feet up onto the bed. “If I rest today, I should be much better by my departure tomorrow.” “Departure?” Aragorn asked, suddenly feeling numb. “Aye,” Legolas said nodding slowly. “I...” “I brought you something to eat,” Aragorn interrupted Legolas abruptly. If this was to be his last day with his love then he didn’t want to think about tomorrow. Although he was also planning to depart at mid-morning the next day, he had not yet thought of what lay ahead for himself and Legolas. A searing pain shot through his heart and settled in the pit of his stomach. But, Aragorn pushed his feelings aside. *The time is now.* Arwen’s words echoed in his mind. Aragorn retrieved the tray from the small table next to the bed. He sat down in the chair directly in front of Legolas, and placed the platter into his lap. “Aragorn, I,” Legolas began. “Arwen, she,” Legolas sighed. “What I mean to say, is that when I depart tomorrow, I shall return to...” The king put his finger to the prince’s lips. “Nay, Legolas. Please don’t say it.” Aragorn said quietly. “But,” Legolas began again. “Nay. I only want to think of today,” Aragorn withdrew his hand and looked down at the floor. “Alright,” Legolas said quietly. The two males began to eat in silence. “I have a surprise for you,” Aragorn said smiling. “What?” Legolas asked curiously. Aragorn lifted the lid off of a small loaf of warm bread and also uncovered a small bowl filled with honey. Legolas smiled. “’Tis your favorite,” Aragorn said pulling his chair closer to Legolas’ bed. Legolas pulled a piece of bread from the loaf and lavishly dipped it into the honey. He placed the bread into his mouth, but some honey dripped down his chin and on his bare chest. Legolas started to wipe the golden syrup from his face, but was stopped by Aragorn when the king gently grabbed his hand. “Let me do that,” Aragorn said. Aragorn placed the tray back on the table and stood before Legolas. With his index finger, he wiped the honey from the prince’s mouth. Then, he placed his finger into his mouth sucking seductively. Legolas felt his heart begin to pound hard in his chest, desire spreading throughout his body. Aragorn removed his finger and said, “There’s more, just there,” and pointed to the drops of honey on Legolas’ chest. Legolas looked down at his chest and when he looked up, Aragorn’s face was only inches away. Legolas could see the lust in the king’s eyes and felt Aragorn’s fire light the candle within him. “Allow me,” Aragorn said huskily. Aragorn bent slightly and began to lick the honey off of the elf’s chest. “Oh,” Legolas gasped, arching his back into the pleasure, throwing his head back. Aragorn pulled away abruptly. “Huh?” Legolas asked bewildered. Aragorn retrieved the small bowl of honey from the tray. “’Tis my favorite, too,” he said lustfully while gently pushing Legolas back onto the bed. Aragorn sat beside the prince and grasped his right hand. Carefully, the king extended the prince’s index finger. Aragorn placed the archer’s finger into the bowl of honey momentarily, withdrew it and placed in into his mouth. Legolas gasped as Aragorn sucked his finger slowly, sliding it in and out of his mouth. The prince could feel his breath coming in short pants as Aragorn drove him slowly insane. Aragorn removed Legolas’ finger and placed his own finger in the bowl of honey. He withdrew his finger and spread a bit of the syrup on Legolas’ hard nipples. Then, placed the bowl back on the bedside table. Aragorn began to suck and lick his left nipple while stroking the elf’s long silky, flaxen locks. Legolas moaned and began to writhe slowly. His body silently begged for more. Aragorn moved his assault to the elf’s right nipple. He began to lick and suck the syrup from the prince’s tender flesh while stroking the other hardened nub with his fingers. Legolas moaned in ecstasy. His body writhed in pleasure. Still fully clothed, Aragorn straddled the elf. He looked into Legolas’ lust darkened eyes and lay gently on top of the prince so not to harm his injured ribs. He placed his mouth next to Legolas’ left ear and began to lick the sensitive tip. “Oh, Aragorn,” Legolas moaned lustfully and bucked upward craving even closer contact with the man. Aragorn stopped licking the prince’s ear and looked him in the eyes. “Say it again,” Aragorn said huskily. “What?” Legolas asked confused. “My name,” Aragorn said breathing heavily. “Aragorn?” Legolas asked bewildered. “Mmmm,” Aragorn said smiling. “I love the way you say it. Again, please.” “Aragorn,” Legolas said softly. “Oh, Legolas, please,” Aragorn could feel his maleness throb with desire. “Aragorn. Aragorn. Aragorn,” Legolas said over and over again raising his pelvis upward so he could rub his desire against the kings. Aragorn felt himself lose control. He began to kiss Legolas hungrily. The king’s tongue slid into the prince’s mouth exploring passionately. Legolas moaned into the king’s mouth. Aragorn moved his lips to the prince’s neck, chest, nipples, stomach and then began to assault his navel. “Please!” Legolas pleaded. “As you wish,” Aragorn said looking up at the prince. Aragorn stood and began to carefully remove his own clothing as Legolas watched. Legolas admired the king’s muscular chest and wondered how the man’s chest hair would feel against his body. Aragorn removed his boots and then removed his leggings as slowly as possible. Legolas whined impatiently. Aragorn smiled and cast the garments aside. Legolas’ eyes widened as he looked at Aragorn’s massive arousal. “You are well endowed, your highness,” Legolas said trying not to sound nervous. “Aye,” Aragorn said seductively. “As are you, judging from the size of the bulge just there,” Aragorn placed his hand over the prince’s leggings directly on his sex. Legolas moaned and closed his eyes. Aragorn removed his hand, and began to carefully pull at the hem of Legolas’ leggings. As the elf was so light, the garment slipped off easily and joined Aragorn’s pile of clothing on the floor. Aragorn stared at the prince and admired the view. Legolas lay completely naked upon the bed. His hair, unbraided, spread across the bed like liquid sunlight. His eyes burned with desire. Aragorn studied his muscular arms, chest and stomach and stopped when he saw the elf’s arousal. His maleness was indeed something to behold. “You are very well gifted, prince,” Aragon said a bit surprised. “You sound shocked,” Legolas said smirking. “It’s just that you are so lithe, so fair, I just thought,” Aragorn broke off. “Yes?” Legolas asked playfully. “You just seem so innocent, so pure,” Aragorn said finally. “I assure you, I am not,” Legolas said sitting up and looking Aragorn in the eyes smiling hungrily. In that moment, Aragorn saw more than two thousand years of experience, in the art of pleasure, in the prince’s eyes. Innocent he was not. “I see,” Aragorn said in amazement still looking in the elf’s blue orbs. “Shall I receive yet another tongue lashing from you, Aragorn?” Legolas asked smiling at the stunned look on the kings’ face. “Absolutely,” Aragorn said huskily. Aragorn pushed Legolas back onto the bed and parted his legs with his hands. He lowered his mouth onto the prince’s aching desire. Legolas moaned loudly and dug his nails into the bed. “I want to taste you,” Aragorn said removing his mouth. The king leaned over and dipped his finger into the honey once more. He spread the syrup on the tip of Legolas’ arousal. Once again, he placed the hot organ into his mouth as Legolas cried out. The prince writhed slowly as Aragorn sucked the sensitive tip of his sex. The king took the elf’s full length into his mouth and began to slide it in and out slowly while stroking the prince’s twin sacks. Aragorn felt Legolas shudder and then the prince exploded into his mouth. Aragorn sucked and licked the prince until every drop of honey and elvish seed were gone. Legolas lay panting on the bed. “’Tis your turn,” Legolas said between breaths. “Aye,” Aragorn said lustfully. Legolas smiled at the look in the king’s eyes. Forgetting his injuries, the prince flipped Aragorn on to his back and straddled the king. “Ai!” Legolas said grasping his side and biting his lower lip, eyes tightly shut. “Legolas?” Aragorn asked in concern. “’Tis alright,” Legolas said blushing. “No, Legolas,” Aragorn said sitting up in between the prince’s legs. “Let me see.” Aragorn began to examine Legolas’ tender ribs. Legolas sighed in exasperation. “Disobedient man!” Legolas said removing Aragorn’s hands and pushing him back onto the bed. “’Tis you who shall receive a tongue lashing now.” “Oh yes, please.” Aragorn said eagerly. Legolas parted Aragorn’s thighs and lay in between his legs. Firmly, he pressed his pelvis into the king feeling himself becoming hard again. Aragorn moaned and writhed against Legolas; their rock hard arousal’s rubbed together hotly. Legolas began to pull away, but Aragorn, wrought with desire, grasped the prince roughly. He placed both of his hands on Legolas’ buttocks, one on each cheek. Pulling the elf closer, Aragorn began to gyrate his hips against Legolas frantically. “Nay, Aragorn,” Legolas said firmly as he reached back and removed one of the king’s hands. Aragorn nodded silently. Legolas’ lips met Aragorn’s in an impassioned kiss. His tongue explored the sweltering heat of the man’s mouth as he slowly slid his body up and down the king’s. Legolas liked the feel of Aragorn’s chest hair on his nipples, and couldn’t help but moan as his tender nubs hardened. Legolas kissed Aragorn’s neck and then moved down to the points of pleasure upon his chest. Legolas licked Aragorn’s right nipple and then blew on it gently. Aragorn cried out and bucked his hips upward. Legolas smiled and repeated this on the left nipple. He could feel Aragorn tremble beneath him. “Legolas, please,” Aragorn begged desperately. Legolas smiled. He had never seen Aragorn look so helpless before. “You are cruel, elf,” Aragorn said teasingly. “Your eyes mock my torment.” “Aye,” Legolas said smiling deviously. “And I shall bestow more torment upon you momentarily.” Legolas kissed Aragorn passionately on the lips and slid down between the king’s legs. He looked at Aragorn before continuing. The king lay upon the bed, legs spread wide open, eyes blazing with desire. Legolas smiled again, leaned forward and licked Aragorn’s manhood. He placed the tip in his mouth, and then upon removing it, blew on the head softly. “Legolas!” Aragorn cried and threw his head back. Legolas began to lick the underside of Aragorn’s shaft as he stroked the king’s twin sacks gently. Upon reaching the tip, the prince, once again, sucked on the head, withdrew and blew on it softly. “Oh! Please, Legolas. Please!” Aragorn writhed in pleasure, his body shaking. Legolas placed the king’s entire shaft into his mouth and slid Aragorn’s maleness in and out slowly. The prince could tell that Aragorn was reaching his peak. “Wait,” Aragorn said breathlessly, withdrawing his throbbing arousal from the elf’s mouth. Legolas looked at Aragorn carefully. “May I?” Aragorn started to ask, but stopped out of the fear of Legolas’ reaction. Legolas looked into Aragorn’s eyes and smiled. “Of course,” Legolas said, “you may enter me.” Legolas removed himself from his current position and winced as he tried to settle back onto the bed; he had twisted his ankle lightly. Aragorn heard Legolas suck in his breath. “Legolas?” Aragorn said in a scolding tone. “’Tis fine, Aragorn,” Legolas said shaking his head at Aragorn’s persistence about his injuries. “Let me see,” Aragorn demanded. Legolas sighed but didn’t argue. Aragorn looked at the prince’s swollen left ankle. It was much better than it had been the previous night, but the injury was far from healed. “Ai,” Legolas whimpered at Aragorn’s gentle prodding. Aragorn looked up at Legolas, who was staring back at him with pain etched across his face. The king decided that he would eliminate the pain. All Legolas would feel now is pleasure. Gently, Aragorn kissed Legolas’ injured ankle. Slowly the king began to make his way up the elf’s legs. He kissed the prince’s knees, thighs, inner thighs and arousal. Aragorn sucked the tip of Legolas’ shaft, withdrew his mouth and blew on the head gently. “Oh!” Legolas gasped. Aragorn had liked it when Legolas had done that to him, and he wanted to return the favor. “Will you lie on your stomach for me?” Aragorn asked softly. Legolas nodded, and Aragorn helped him to turn over. Aragorn lavished kisses upon the elf. He kissed the elf’s feet, calves, and the back of his knees, his buttocks and his back. Legolas moaned softly. Aragorn moved his lips back down to the prince’s hips and began to kiss them once again. Legolas gasped as he felt Aragorn’s tongue enter him. Aragorn smiled and licked the elf’s opening until Legolas was nothing more than a trembling mass upon the bed. “Now Aragorn, please. I want you. Please. Please, Aragorn,” Legolas pleaded with the king. Aragorn, very near his breaking point, decided to oblige the elf’s request. Carefully, Aragorn turned Legolas back over so he could look him in the eyes. The man reached over to the tray and grasped a small bottle of oil. Legolas chucked at Aragorn’s presumptuousness. Aragorn smiled knowingly. Aragorn coated his fingers generously with the smooth substance, and placed the bottle back on the tray. He parted the elf’s legs and sat in between them. He placed his index finger at the archer’s opening and gently pushed inside. Legolas sucked in his breath at the intrusion but tried to relax as Aragorn stretched his muscles. Aragorn inserted a second finger and scissored the two digits within the elf. Legolas bit his lower lip but relaxed after only a few moments. Aragorn added a third finger and, by doing so, stroked the sweet spot inside the prince. “Oh, Aragorn! Aragorn!” Legolas began to thrust his hips so that Aragorn’s fingers would slide in and out of him, rubbing the place that drove him insane with pleasure. Aragorn removed his fingers. “Uh?” Legolas pouted. Aragorn smiled at his friend. No matter how old he was he still seemed innocent at times. “Aragorn!” Legolas whined impatiently. Aragorn retrieved the bottle of oil once again and put some of the substance on his hands and on the prince’s hands. He grasped Legolas’ shaft and smoothed the oil on, sliding his hands up and down the elf’s rigid sex. “Oh, oh,” Legolas panted. Legolas spread the oil onto the king’s maleness. He, too, began to move his hand up and down firmly until Aragorn thought he would explode. Aragorn removed Legolas’ hands as the elf got into position. Legolas could feel the tip of Aragorn’s massive shaft at his entrance. His eyes met with the king’s and he nodded slowly to let Aragorn know that he was ready. Slowly, Aragorn pushed forward and felt his shaft enter Legolas’ tightness. Legolas winced as Aragorn fully sheathed himself within the prince. He let out a sigh as Aragorn sat unmoving, allowing him to adjust to the king’s length and width. Once again, Legolas nodded, wordlessly telling Aragorn to proceed. Slowly, Aragorn began to thrust within the elf. Legolas whimpered in pain, but when Aragorn stopped his movement, Legolas grasped the man’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He nodded, encouraging the king to continue. Legolas winced and bit his lower lip as Aragorn established a slow rhythm inside the elf. But only moments later, Aragorn heard a moan escape Legolas’ lips. “Legolas?” Aragorn asked easing up a bit. The lover’s eyes met. “Faster,” Legolas said panting softly. Aragorn nodded and began to move his hips a bit faster. “Oh,” Legolas moaned. “Harder… deeper,” Legolas begged. These words sent Aragorn over the edge. Without hesitation, he began to pump deeply inside the elf. Legolas writhed uncontrollably, matching the king’s thrusts. The elf’s tightness squeezed Aragorn’s arousal. He died a thousand pleasurable deaths with every movement. Aragorn placed one of his hands on Legolas slick arousal and began to pump it in time with their frantic thrusts. “Aragorn!” Legolas screamed as he exploded again, his seed spilling onto his stomach and Aragorn’s hand. Aragorn could feel the elf’s muscles tighten around him, and he exploded inside the prince calling out his name over and over again. Aragorn could see stars even though it was mid morning. Aragorn rested gently on Legolas’ chest panting heavily. “I love you, Legolas,” Aragorn said kissing the elf’s lips tenderly. Legolas ran his fingers through the king’s hair. “I love you, Aragorn,” Legolas said smiling. Chapter 11/11 The previous day had passed rapidly and Aragorn wished that he could go back in time and experience it again. He hadn’t seen Legolas since the night before, when they kissed and departed to their separate chambers. He had not the heart to tell Legolas about Arwen. He loved the prince dearly, and thus, wanted his happiness above all else. He would not ask Legolas to come to Gondor with him for fear that the prince would reject his offer. Additionally, he did not want to make the prince feel obligated or pressured to away with him. *No, this way is best.* Aragorn had lain awake all-night and cried as the sun’s rays peaked over the hills. He knew that Legolas would away this day. Aragorn handed the last of his packs to one of Lord Elrond’s servants and looked down the stairs and out the open doors. The king scanned the area for Legolas, but he was nowhere to be found. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~* Mounting his horse silently, the king bid Arwen, Elrond and his caretakers’ farewell. He could feel the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes but refused to show his sadness in front of Elrond or Arwen. “Oy, Aragon!” A familiar voice called. Aragorn turned his mount to see Legolas riding up beside him smiling brightly. “Legolas,” Aragorn said stiffly, biting back tears. “I... I...” Legolas began. “Aye,” Aragorn said quickly, interrupting the prince, “Off to Mirkwood are you? Or, will you meet Gimli somewhere? Perhaps you will visit Lorien.” Aragorn heard his voice crack with pent up emotion. “Nay,” Legolas said looking deeply into the king’s eyes, while still trying to sound as innocent as possible, and ignore the servants that were giggling and whispering nearby. “I will away to Gondor this day at the request of Arwen. She wishes me to stay by your side in case I am needed. She has spoken to me of the possibility of civil upheaval and thought it best that a well-trained archer be nearby. Gimli will join me in a fortnight.” Aragorn looked at Arwen gratefully as the female elf walked over to him. She smiled and touched Aragorn’s arm. “I bid you farewell, Aragorn. Although we shall not meet again, always remember my words. The time is now,” she whispered. And so it was.