Fan Fiction ❯ T�n M�el ❯ Aragorn's fury ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.geocities.com/lirimaer8/inde x.html
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php?auth=58906
http://w ww.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1231150
http://www.efanfiction.net/a uthors.php?no=2916
Category: AU, RPG
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon... *is getting poked by My-chan: "NC-17!"* *sweatdrops*
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, others as well *glances over to Elladan & Elrohir*
Warnings: Slash, OOC (of Arwen mostly), slavery, angst...
Spoilers: A few... not really as I don't remember much of the book, just that Aragorn became King of Gondor in the end and that Arwen was his Queen.
Summary: After seven years of marriage, the excitement of being together has vanished from Aragorn's and Arwen's marriage... maybe a present might change this.
Disclaimer: You know the deal don't you? J.R.R. Tolkien invented them, and if we owned them, we would be related to him, but since neither I nor My-chan are... we just play around with them, toy with their minds and use them for fun only. <insert evil laughter here>
Notes&Comments: This was written by me and My-chan as a rpg and ever since Pretending And Being, a wild mix of German and English, we have this nearly "exhibitionistic" need for feedback from various places. ^^;; So please be gentle.
Now on to the story itself. I know that this may look like a serious Arwen-bashing story, but please be reassured that we don't mean to cause any harm to anybody who likes her. She is just for causes of story-telling such a bitch here. ^^;
The Sindarin we used (and transformed for ourselves) comes from a little program called Dragon Flame (which I always think that it is this game I don't want to play unless I know I am on my own), but since it didn't have all the words we needed, we had to make them up. If you have any questions feel free to send an email to any of us... and hope that we still know what we wanted to say. ^^;;;;
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Aragorn's head whipped from the Elf to the Dwarf in surprise. "Thranduil? I heard of him, he's the King of the forest Mirkwood," he said to Gimli. The Dwarf nodded. "My father had to present his first work of jewelry, a special ring for the Elves, to him. I think it was for his son... At least that's what he told me. He doesn't like the Elves very much," the Dwarf added, unnecessarily.

Aragorn stared at Gimli a little longer before his head turned back to Legolas. His mind told him that Legolas was missing a ring on his finger, but he disavowed it for now. "Thranduil... do you know him, too?" he asked, his arm still stretched out towards the retreating Elf.

Legolas eyes widened when the Dwarf shouted the name of the Elf king. Even though the name sounded very strange in this harsh language he recognized it. But this wasn't good. If the Dwarf remembered what his father had done for Thranduil then he probably knew who the Elf actually was.

The Woodelf looked to Aragorn, staring at him as he asked him something about the Elf king, most likely if he knew him. Legolas knew that it wasn't of much use to lie and he didn't like lying either, but he had to, in case to safe himself, and so he slowly shook his head to the question.

Still taking one step after another backwards he soon bumped into the sill. He grabbed it for support since he felt his knees getting weak, caused by the shivers which were running through his body again. Legolas glanced over his shoulder out of the window. It wasn't very high and jumping down wouldn't probably even hurt him, if it wasn't for his legs to give in.

The Elf clenched his fists. The fear that they found out who he was controlled his body and made it impossible for him to move. Lowering his eyes to the ground he squeezed them shut, while he slowly sank to the ground.

His master was most likely very pissed now, because he had tried to escape, and Legolas expected nothing else but to be punished for it. Maybe he even deserved it for being stupid enough to get caught. The Elf bowed his head down when he heard more Humans approaching and curled up into a tight ball, while pressing himself against the wooden surface of the wall, his naked legs on the cold stone floor sending even more shivers up his spine.

"Nícaer..." he whispered, while he still tried to hide his fear somehow, or at least most of it. "Nícaer..."

Aragorn heard the guards approaching as well but with a snappy motion of his arm he told them to stay where they were. He moved closer to the curled up Elf and hesitantly put a hand on his back as he kneeled down in front of him and the window. He might have shaken his head in denial, but his body told him something quite different.

"You do know Thranduil, don't you? Are you trying to protect him from the Humans? I'd understand this. From me?" He sighed, knowing it would be difficult to show him that he didn't want to cause him any harm. Rubbing the Elf's back in soothing motions he looked up at the Dwarf.

"Gimli, tell Arwen to get here immediately," he asked, in his usual order tone though. "Tell her that it doesn't matter what time it is, I just want her to face what she has done to him... and me," he added quieter, more to himself.

The Dwarf nodded, slightly surprised by the harsh tone towards him, a friend, not a subordinate. As fast as his legs could carry him, he rushed upstairs and knocked at the Queen's chambers.

"Lady! Wake up! Your husband wants to talk to you!"

Inside her chambers, Arwen was busy putting on her robe, aided by her maidens. She blinked and turned to the door. "It's quite early, isn't it? I'm not dressed yet."

Gimli sighed and cursed the Elf inside his mind. "It doesn't matter. He awaits you in the main hall. Now." He sincerely hoped she would listen to him.

Arwen glared at the door. "Does he want to embarrass me in front of every one? And why did he sent you and does not talk to me in person now?"

"Because he is having an eye on the slave you gave to his custody yesterday," the Dwarf growled in response. "I told you to be wiser in your choice of presents for him."

Arwen motioned to her maidens to bring her over-gown to her. If Estel wanted to see her now, she would have to go.

Meanwhile Aragorn was still rubbing the Elf's back in soothing motions, babbling non-sense. "I'm not mad at you... just worried... Not all Humans like to have an Elf as a slave."

Legolas slightly calmed down when he realized that the man at his side wouldn't harm him. He still held one of his arms protectively over his head though, as if the Humans disappeared when he just couldn't see them.

"Naá milui enni?" he asked quietly. He was used to Humans hurting him, and he just couldn't understand why this one didn't. Up until now he had thought Humans hated Elves and loved to humiliate them if they managed to catch one.

Aragorn understood the question quite well, but he wasn't able to find an answer at once. He just couldn't say that he just cared about the Elf and that this was the reason why he was nice to him. But there were other reasons as well.

"Because somebody has done wrong to you and you are in a situation that you don't like and don't approve of. I just want to help you," Aragorn whispered. "Because I don't approve of it as well..."

His words trailed off when he accidentally reached under the tunic of the Elf, and was now touching the bare skin of his sides, the outline of his ribs undoubtedly distinguishable underneath his fingers. He stopped his movements, almost gasping as a bolt of some sort struck him that made his hairs stand on end. It wasn't the kind of feeling that he had when Orcs were approaching him from behind, but a pleasant shudder that he had only with Arwen before she became his Queen. He stared with wide eyes at the Elf, slightly wondering if he felt the same.

"Estel, why do you have to bother me this early in the morning?"

Arwen's deep, but now somewhat annoyed voice made the king of Gondor snap out of his sudden dreamlike state. He jumped to his feet, trying his very best not to look sheepish and turned around.

Somehow the innocent expression on his wife's face made him furious.

"My dear beloved wife, as you weren't able to answer my question last night, I'm asking you again, why did you give me a... slave," he asked, barely able to control his anger and was having a little problem with the last word. To him, Legolas was a tormented being, a person and not some kind of animal or object that you had to impress your friends and foes.

"My dear Estel, I thought it was a good idea. Or would you have liked another horse?"

Aragorn balled his fists so tightly that he could feel his nails digging deeply into his skin. "Yes! More than somebody who was taken out of his usual life and sold like some... necklace or earring!" Somehow he felt good to see her face contort with surprise and even fear. He took a deep breath before he continued.

"But..."

"Enough! He should just be happy to be with me now instead of somebody less... honorable who would have done who-knows-what to him already!"

Gimli, who had kept silence while the couple was talking... debating... yelling at each other, almost gasped in surprise to see a fire in the man's eyes, that he usually shot at Orcs before their heads were detached from their body. He almost felt pity for Arwen who had to withstand the glare directly. But the Elf-woman didn't even flinch the slightest bit. She just stood there and let her husband's words drop off her. She was so calm that Gimli was frightened more of her than Aragorn.

"That's what he was trained to do: to help you relax. The man whom I got him from told me he knows various ways to ease your tense muscles. Haven't you been complaining about this backache for a few years now?"

Aragorn was boiling with anger. He didn't know what Legolas was taught before he was sold to Arwen, but by the way he looked and how he reacted to every approach of the man, it surely wasn't anything educational.

"Arwen," he growled, his voice barely a whisper. "Get out of my sight... if you don't want me to hurt you..."

Legolas had listened to the Human's explanation, trying to understand the meaning, and blinked when he did. This man was different from the others, that much was for sure. But before he could spin that thought farther, the Elf was interrupted by Aragorn's hand moving slowly under his tunic while he still stroked over his back.

The slave shivered as the warm hand touched his cool skin, but strangely he didn't mind it. Aragorn had only been nice to him since they had met, even though Legolas had tried to escape twice. And whether the Elf wanted to admit it or not, the gentle touch felt good on his bruised body.

They where suddenly interrupted by a female voice, talking in... Elvish? Legolas slightly lifted his head after the man jumped to his feet, without removing his arm from above his head though, just enough so he could see the approaching woman.

His heart felt as if it was going to stop beating any second as he caught sight of a female Elf approaching them. A beautiful Elf with dark hair. Legolas swallowed. It didn't seem like she was a slave, but then again... didn't Humans hate Elves?

Legolas' eyes widened and he gasped as he heard his master calling her his wife. Everything the Woodelf had ever heard about Humans was turned upside down in this particular moment. He had thought that what had happened to him was quite "normal" and now he watched a Human and an Elf arguing like husband and wife, like what they were.

And they were obviously arguing about him. Curling up even tighter Legolas covered his ears. He didn't want to hear their yelling, and he didn't want Aragorn to yell at his wife just because of him. Legolas had recognized her voice, she had been the one who bought him. But he didn't care, he just wanted the yelling to stop.

And even though he knew that his master had no intention in hurting him, his fear of him grew with every shouted word. Aragorn was so filled with anger, and the way he snapped at his wife made it very clear that one word was enough to make him loose control over his rage.

Legolas pressed himself against the wall even closer, wanting to melt with it as he could feel his master's anger rising constantly, until the woman finally turned around and left, and the Elf just hoped that the Human wouldn't draw his attention back to him now, together with his fury.

Arwen glared at her husband with all her might in return and with a rustling of her robes she turned around and stormed back into her chambers, not loosing any other word. She was so furious she would have hurt her husband even more if she had opened her mouth one more time so she rather kept it shut, pressed into a thin line.

Gimli saw it as she passed him by, storming back to her chambers upstairs. He was quite sure that her lips would see now smile today, no matter how bright the sun shone or how delicious the food of the Hobbit-cook was. He himself was looking forward to something to eat. This had been too much excitement for him and also without breakfast.

So now he decided that no matter what would happen next, he would go to the kitchen now and eat as much as he could. But then there was a raging Aragorn in the hall... all alone with a defenseless Elf... who was his slave by the way. Torn between his hunger and his natural instinct to protect the Elf, although he neither liked him nor knew him, he chose to move slowly towards the kitchen, observing how Aragorn treated the Elf now.

Aragorn needed several steadying intakes of breath before he was able to face anybody again. His rage over the heartlessness of his wife towards somebody, even from her own race, had made him more furious than on the day Elladan and Elrohir had vent their despair back on that day in Helm's Deep, where they had to face an army of ten thousands of Orcs with about three hundred civilians. They hadn't understood that Aragorn had to fight this battle even for his own sake. He had been ready to die for and with the people of Rohan and this was something the Elves weren't able to fathom. But he survived and they even won the battle in the end with the twins and an army of Elves at his side.

The memory of this day made him calm down finally and he was ready to talk to Legolas again without scaring him once more. He kneeled down again and offered his hand to the Woodelf, intending to help him up if he wanted to stand.

"I'm sorry you had to witness this..."

Legolas slightly backed away and shook his head. The Human didn't have to feel sorry for this. It was him who should apologize for causing all this trouble. And the Woodelf surely hadn't intended to do that.

"Nícaer", he whispered with shaking voice and shyly glanced in the direction Arwen had taken off to. But what he caught sight of were the Human guards still standing at the exits of the hall and he quickly turned his gaze away.

Aragorn stared at the Elf for a few moments, puzzlement written all over his face.

"Sometimes I wonder if that's the only word you know..." he mumbled. But everything else he wanted to say was interrupted by a very loud grumble.

"Oh, eh... sorry," the Dwarf said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

Turning his head around, Aragorn looked at Gimli with wide eyes and had a hard time hiding his chuckle. "My dear friend, it seems as if your stomach wants to tell you something. Just go and get something to eat, I think I can handle the situation from here on without your much praised help."

The Dwarf looked at the Human with suspicion in his eyes. He doubted whole-heartedly that Aragorn could handle this situation, but there were important things than that right now, namely his protesting stomach. "Alright, Aragorn. I trust the Elf to you. Don't cause him any harm."

Having the satisfaction of hearing the man emit a deep amused laugh, he finally took off for the kitchen to silence his body.

Aragorn felt lighter in his heart after Gimli left and managed a smile when he offered his hand to Legolas again. "Would you like to join me for breakfast?"

Legolas just looked up at the man for some moments. Some seconds which could also have been an eternity while he looked into the steel blue eyes of the Human and searched for... something. He wasn't really sure himself. Maybe remaining rage, or anything like that.

Finding none of that, the Elf finally nodded slightly. But he didn't take the extended hand. Instead he moved farther backwards, shifting a bit until he managed to get on his feet. Once more grabbing the sill for support, Legolas slowly stood up, still looking to the ground though, and waited for Aragorn to lead the way.

A bit hurt Aragorn pulled back his hand and moved to stand on his own feet as well. He knew he should turn his back towards Legolas to show his trust, but the problem was that Aragorn trusted Legolas in that particular moment to take the chance and turn and run away again. The look in his eyes as he had raised his head had been piercing and deep, full of a wish for something Aragorn couldn't put a finger on though. But he knew if he found out, he would be able to turn his back on the Woodelf.

He stood, his body turned towards the staircase, his arm outstretched indicating the way Legolas should go when he wanted to join him and his eyes locked on the other's face, letting a little amused smile grace his features.

"We're going back to my room. I will show you the way, if you haven't recognized it yet."

Legolas almost pouted. Of course he knew the way back. But still he looked at the Human doubtfully. He was obviously expecting him to lead the way now, something the Elf didn't quite understand. And there also were the other Humans, standing next to the stairs, and Legolas really didn't want to get near them, even though they seemed to do what Aragorn told them.

Aragorn was a little irritated that Legolas didn't move and looked back, almost encouragingly as he noticed that the guards will standing at the entrances and exits of the hall although he had thought he had ushered them away earlier. But he hadn't done then, he could do now.

He raised his voice. "You may go now as well."

The men looked at him with raised eyebrows but then left without any word of protest.

The King of Gondor turned back to Legolas and waited for him to make a step into the direction he wanted to move. His expression was still soft and encouraging.

To be continued...
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I like my Gimli... My-chan does to, because she encouraged me to put him in here. ^^; Which gave me stress of playing three of the now four main characters... >_<