Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ The calm before the storm ( Chapter 11 )

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Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
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Legolas In Chains Archive (though the adress might change soon)
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Should be on the Library of Moria soon, too...
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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"Why can't Boromir just take Eowyn and leave me alone with his problems?" Aragorn sighed as he finished reading another stupid letter from the other man, who was complaining about being treated like a child that was not able to pick a bride of his own. Well, if he was, why was he still single then? He may be handful of years younger than Aragorn himself, but didn't look like it and he didn't seem to have found his soul-mate yet, contrary to the King.

But was he that happy with Arwen? The last few months she was nothing more than a nuisance to him, and that she gave him a slave almost made him think she lost her mind completely.

He chided himself for thinking something like that about his own wife and then tried to make up something to say to Boromir that didn't sound too harsh or direct... but he wasn't sure if he could do that in his current state of frustration. If he weren't frustrated like that, he might have been amused or glad that Boromir was there to keep his mind light over all the other unnerving interstate businesses.

He was only finished with that letter when it was already dark outside again. On one hand he was frustrated that things seemed to go so slow, but on the other hand he was kind of glad that he could now return to his chambers, have something to eat and maybe talk to Legolas some more.

Subconsciously he wondered what one could do all day in day out, chained to a wall with a range of moving not enough to get every where he wanted to, only towards the bed, but not to the window where one could take a look at the sky and the nature outside. Maybe he was sitting on the bed, waiting for somebody to talk to him... and since he seemed to get along with nobody else than Aragorn - or maybe Gimli - it made the man's heart a little lighter to return to his chambers.

So when he opened the door to his rooms, he had to suppress a cheery, "I'm back!" and just smiled at the blond Elf, maybe trying to hide his tiredness.

Legolas didn't notice the Human entering the room, because of the clatter of the chain. He was desperately trying to get free now, since he knew he couldn't take the pressure in his abdomen much longer. Therefore he was tugging at the chain with all his strength, with wasn't that much of course, hoping he could break it, or tear it away from the wall.

Aragorn passed the little wall that secluded the sleeping area from the rest of the room and just stood there to stare at Legolas and the ring to which he was chained to, which was groaning and protesting under the ministrations of the Elf. The man was only a little surprised that his presence wasn't noticed by now so he cleared his throat to announce his being there.

The Elf stopped dead in his movements when he heard a sound behind him. He slowly turned around and his blood went cold when he was face to face with his master who looked at him kind of funny. The chain slipped out of his fingers and Legolas lowered his gaze to the ground, biting his lower lip.

He had a vague idea what this must look like to the Human. Most likely like another attempt to escape. The slave swallowed tightly but said nothing.

Aragorn was struggling between his need to burst out laughing, his concern that Legolas might have wanted to escape again and his anger that the Elf didn't trust him that he would set him free soon, but in the end he decided to display only a mix of the first two on his face. He stood in front of the ashamed Elf and smiled rather amusedly.

"The chain seems to be reluctant to let you go."

Nodding slowly Legolas squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds. At least his master didn't seem to be mad at him. And after all he really had a good reason for what he had done, and that was not escaping. The Elf reopened his eyed and looked up, shyly glancing at the Human for a second, before his gaze wandered to the door of the bathroom.

Following the gaze of the blond, Aragorn soon spotted that he was looking directly at the bathroom door. He frowned and took a closer look at the one chained to the wall and discovered that he was looking rather uncomfortable. Arms crossed over his lower abdomen, he was almost stepping from one foot to the other. The man raised an eyebrow as he looked back into the Elf's face.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Once more Legolas glanced at his master's face before he looked back to the ground and nodded slightly.

"I... need to go to the toilet, master", he said quietly.

Aragorn blinked in surprise and then asked incredulously, "Why didn't you just use the chamber pot?"

Legolas tried to hide the disgust washing over his face, but he didn't quite manage. This was yet another thing about Humans which was just repulsive. They weren't only violent and brutal creatures, no, they were dirty and disgusting as well. And they stank. Well, most of them.

On the other hand, he was still a slave and he had to follow his master's orders if he told him to use the pot. The Elf swallowed tightly and chased away the very bad images he got by thinking about the Humans and their manners.

Watching how the Elf wrinkled his nose in disgust at the suggestion, Aragorn assumed that this was probably not a good idea. He sighed and moved a little closer to Legolas, looking directly into his face. This was going to be a test of trust and confidence.

"You want to go to the bathroom then?"

The Elf nodded again.

"Yes," he said lowly, "if it doesn't bother you too much, master...?" he asked carefully, even though he didn't think the Human would deny his request.

Aragorn bowed his head in consent and moved to the other end of the chain.

"I'm going to release that chain," he said, his voice full of caution. "But as soon as you are finished I have to get this chain back to the wall." There was sadness in his eyes. "Just as a precaution... I don't want to see you beat up again because of such minor things... I'm sorry."

He waited for the Elf to show his understanding and then opened the little lock with the key he was carrying around in the inner pocket of his robes.

Legolas nodded. He knew he had to be chained back for his own safety, and he understood this quite well. Yet his master seemed to be very sad about the fact that he had to do this, and the Elf wanted to do or rather say something to make him feel a little bit more comfortable.

"It's fine, master. I understand. Don't let it bother you too much," he suggested softly and watched the Human unlocking the chain and caught it before it could hit the ground.

"Okay, I will wait here then," the man said, trying to sound a little relieved over Legolas' reassurance. "You sure know the way to the bathroom, don't you?"

He was a little surprised though that the Elf didn't make a leap for the other side of the room at once, as his problem seemed to be rather urgent.

The Elf nodded once more, trying to suppress the pout which was spreading over his features and picked up the whole chain before he made his way over to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the toilet. It was made of stone and quite simple, but yet it was better than a pot.

Legolas shuddered. He didn't even want to think about that. The Woodelf took the chance to look out of the window while he relieved himself. It was dark outside now, but the Elf's eyes could clearly make out the trees and flowers outside. Even at night it looked beautiful.

The urge to just jump out and run away was quite strong, but once more the slave told himself that he was better off if he stayed here until he was completely healed and recovered all his strength and agility. Also his master was nice and treated him well, far better than anybody else did, or had.

When he was done, Legolas washed his hands and took the chance to wash his face as well, to remove the last remains of dried blood and dirt on his features. He dried himself with one of the towels and was just about to leave the room again when he spotted a comb. And he just couldn't walk by.

Aragorn sat down at the table and poured himself a chalice of wine after Legolas had closed the door behind him and didn't know what he should feel like. On one hand he was rather relieved that another day full of paperwork was over, but on the other hand he was a bit worried that Legolas might use this as a chance to flee and he wasn't sure if he would be sad or angry if he did so. One thing he knew for sure though, he wouldn't be so happy to return to his chambers at night anymore.

It was then that he noticed that his leggings were lying on the bed, neatly folded and that Legolas had been wearing something that resembled the gown Arwen had sent over a few days earlier. Both Elves were of about the same height, but still the skirt - or rather the pants - had been kind of low cut and the top was just tight on the Elf's upper body, so when he moved, the edges of both were moving apart from each other. So despite the fact that Aragorn had already seen him naked, he had been trying to figure out how high or low respectively the garments could move on the rather short way of the Elf to the adjacent room. And he was wondering if he would be able to see Legolas' belly button when he walked out of the bathroom.

If he walked out of the bathroom, that is.

Having just noticed that he had raised the bottle of wine for the second time, Aragorn frowned at the amount of time that had passed. He didn't want to, but he started to wonder if Legolas used his trust to escape... The window in the bath was just as high as the one in his room, and it was only a few days ago that the Elf had tried to jump out of the latter. Maybe he had already done so out of the window in the bath?

Deep in thought Aragorn took a small sip from the wine, not really noticing how the red liquid ran down his throat as he was contemplating if he should check on the Elf in the bathroom or just sit there and trust him to come back. In addition to his sudden fear came the concern about what would happen if somebody caught Legolas while he was trying to get away. Whoever found him would not be gentle at all and he would probably be in an even worse condition than he was when they first met. But then again, he had to show the Elf that he trusted him to not run away when he didn't have him in sight...

In the end his concern won the upper hand and after he had finished the second chalice of wine, he stood up and knocked at the door of the bathroom, not waiting for an answer though and just opened the door. He was half-expecting to find it empty but he was even more stunned to see a mass of blond hair lying on Legolas' shoulders while the Elf was using his comb from Rivendell to untangle a small partition of his straight hair. His eyes went considerably wide as he simply stared at the blond.

When he heard the steps of his master approaching the door and the knock shortly after, Legolas looked up to meet the Human's gaze. He looked at him quizzically and blinked as he noticed how the other man stared at him.

Slowly he lowered the comb and straightened up. The Elf thought he could see a glimpse of something like disbelief in his master's eyes. He probably thought that he was out of the window by now. A shade of sadness wandered over Legolas' features. He had said he wouldn't try to escape again. Didn't the Human trust him?

Inwardly the Woodelf called himself a fool. Why should the other man trust him, he was just a slave. Nothing more.

Trying to hide this thoughts and feelings, Legolas slightly tilted his head and lowly spoke up after some moments of silence.

"Master?"

Aragorn smiled the best sheepish grin he could find in his repertoire before he started to move backwards.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you... but I was just worried. Forgive me."

He thought he had never been this embarrassed in all his life, not even when his foster father found him and his brothers playing... with him as their toy.

"No need to be sorry, master," the Elf murmured as he watched the Human retreating.

"Why don't you trust me? I said I won't try to escape again," he whispered and bit his tongue one moment later. He really needed to learn to shut up.

The man had almost closed the door when he heard the silent question and winced slightly as he reopened the door. He hadn't meant to hurt Legolas' feelings with his actions but in the end he knew in was inevitable.

"I... I'm sorry. I was just... concerned, that's all."

The Elf simply nodded and kept his gaze down as he continued to brush his hair. Of course he was concerned, but there wouldn't be any concern if he trusted him. On the other hand he didn't have a reason to trust his slave, even though Legolas could have strangled the Human quite a lot of times already, and he didn't. But his master most likely wasn't even aware of that.

Legolas slightly clenched his fist after the other man had finally left the room. Maybe he should show him the danger he put himself into with his careless actions, to show him that his slave was indeed trustworthy. He was still an Elf after all, and they were honorable creatures. Unlike Humans.

Aragorn retreated to his seat on the table and if he had one he would draw in his horn. But so he just sat in his chair, almost hunched over and felt very, very sorry for what he had just done although his intentions had been only of the best kind. But they could be misunderstood so easily.

His brain clouded with guilt, he only managed to pour himself some more wine, but was not able to eat anymore as he waited for the Elf to finally return from the bathroom.

The Elf continued struggling with his hair for about 20 more minutes until it was smooth and soft again, not the spiky mess it had been before. With the intention to teach his master a lesson he left the bathroom. A part of his mind yelled at him that he was a slave and had no right to talk to the Human like this, but his pride was stronger and almost muted the little nagging voice.

He walked over to the table where the Human sat and his eyes narrowed as he saw him drinking wine - again. And the bottle was almost empty. So the first thing he did was grabbing the bottle to put it on the opposite side of the table, away from his master.

"You shouldn't," he said as soft as he could, even though anger rose in him. How could anybody be so careless with his own body that he damaged it like this? "It's destroying your body and mind." He already wanted to add another snappish comment, but he stopped himself from going too far. This would most likely get him into some trouble and he didn't want to make it worse than necessary.

Aragorn blinked and stared unbelievingly at the bottle that was now rather far away. His mind needed a fraction of a second to process longer than usual that it was Legolas who had taken the bottle away from him. Frowning, he tried to make sense of the words he just heard. Wine? Bad for him? How could this be? He'd been drinking wine for almost all his life now - though he had to admit that he had never been drinking as much as the last few years - and it had never harmed him.

He looked up to the standing Elf and raised his eyebrows in question, waiting for a further explanation or whatever he wanted to say.

Legolas swallowed tightly and clenched his fists again, one around the chain which crunched lowly in his hand. He knew he shouldn't go any further, but the stone was rolling and he wouldn't probably manage to shut up now.

"I know you don't trust me... and you have no reason to, I admit. But I said I wouldn't try to escape again, and I don't lie. I mean what I say." The Elf lowered his gaze until it fell on the chain.

"If I had any intentions of this kind, I would have killed you first, strangled you with the chain while you were asleep and taken the key from your pocket." Legolas let go of said steel rings, causing them to hit the ground quite loudly.

"But I didn't," he added quietly, now looking to the ground. "And I don't intend to, master."

Wincing as the chains hit the floor with a rather loud slinking noise the man looked into the now lowered face of the Elf. He knew he had hurt his pride as he did not trust him and acknowledged everything the Elf said as true, some of it he realized even just now. Like that he could be dead at least thrice now.

He nodded slowly, but felt like he should return something to nurse his pride at least.

"As I said, I am sorry; deeply sorry for disturbing your private moment and even more sorry for showing distrust towards you." Sighing he played with the almost empty chalice in his hand. "I didn't mean to. I just thought that if you had escaped, you would have broken every bone in your body from the jump out of the window and if you hadn't I was afraid what would happen to you if you were caught again."

He kept silent for a moment before he continued. "I promise I will never show distrust in you again."

Legolas simply nodded since he didn't know what else to say and he felt very uncomfortable for speaking his mind. Mostly because it had been some time since the last time he did, and he had been taught that he wasn't allowed to. And even though all of this seemed to change again now, it left him with an awkward feeling.

"I'm sorry for making you lose your appetite, master," he murmured, not sure what to do or say next.

Aragorn shrugged. "It's okay. I think I need to loose some pounds anyways," he said and patted his stomach. It had been very long ago that it was so flat the he could have washed his laundry on it, but as the years passed - especially those as the King of Gondor - he had started to sport a little bulge under his doublet. It didn't look good, but somehow people thought it looked kingly and he had never paid a thought to it... up until now, as he saw the lean beauty of the Elf, although he was massively underfed. It somehow made him jealous.

He spotted the end of the chain and then looked up again. "I have to rebind you."

Once again the Elf just nodded and took a few steps in the direction of the wall, handing the end of the chain to his master, while he watched him locking it up again. He himself didn't feel like eating as well, even though he was somehow hungry. But now that he could eat as much as he wanted the little nagging feeling in his stomach didn't really bother him much.

After the chain was reconnected with the wall he glanced at his master again, tilting his head lightly in thought as he wondered how his back was doing. His treatment last night might have helped for the moment, but there was a lot more work that needed to be done before it was well again.

"How is your back, master?" he finally asked lowly.

The man stared at the lock of the chain for a moment after he had closed it and only turned around when he heard the voice of the Elf, now rather shy again.

"Hm? Oh... it's better..." Aragorn flexed his muscles and heard his joints crack as he did so. Letting out a groan he managed to look quite sheepish again. He thought to himself that this had to be a record of some kind... well, maybe back that one day he had looked more sheepish and more often when his brothers had made him do... but he didn't want to be reminded of that, no matter what.

"But it seems like constant misuse has left its mark."

"Yes," Legolas agreed. "But I can help your back to get well again....if you wish?" he added and looked into the Human's eyes again for the first time after his outburst.

Aragorn looked back into those midnight blue eyes and found himself thrilled to feel those hands on him again, kneading his muscles, relieving some of his tension with rather simple movements...

He blinked and nodded in agreement, but stayed where he was, somewhat frozen in place.

"Do you have oil?" the Elf asked. He didn't want to work his master's muscles without the soothing liquid again. It actually surprised him that the Human was feeling better this morning, and wasn't sore from his treatment.

But he would definitely be tomorrow if he didn't use some warmed oil to relax the hardenings.

"Hm? Oh... Yes."

The man moved to a trunk and retrieved a little bag. In it was a little vial with herbal oil, a present from his brothers for him becoming King. He knew pretty much that he ought to use it for something else, but basically it was massaging oil and that's how he intended to use it right now.

Aragorn moved back to where Legolas stood and handed him the vial.

The Woodelf took the small bottle and nodded. "Thank you." Then he went over to the fireplace and put the vial as close to the flames as possible to heat up the oil, before he turned towards Aragorn and pointed to the bed.

"Lie down, master," he ordered softly and approached him again since he was pretty sure that he needed help with the knots on his shirt. Whatever the Human pondered about in the morning, it made him knot the bands so tightly that he couldn't get them open at night. And somehow it looked cute to see the man's struggle with his clothing.

Sitting down on the bed, Aragorn started his daily struggle with his knots. He soon gave up though and looked rather desperately at the Elf, his eyes begging him to help him with those rebellious little knots again.

He felt kind of funny though, as he would face an army of Orcs each day and probably wouldn't even get only a scratch, but his knots were his nemesis. And he even made them on his own! So he should know how to open them. But alas, he didn't and rather cut than fumbled them open.

Besides... that would bring Legolas closer to him...

Legolas had a hard time to restrain himself from smirking as he saw the pleading look on his master's face. With smooth movements he kneeled down in front of him once again to undo the tight knots.

"Maybe you should think of more pleasant things in the morning", he murmured while he shove the shirt off the Human's shoulders. "It'd keep you from making the knots too tight..."

The Elf stood up, hung the shirt over the wall behind him and turned away to return to the fireplace. He grabbed the vial and found it was warm enough.

Aragorn wanted to murmur that he was thinking about pleasant things as he did his knots this morning, but then again they maybe were only pleasurable... But all he let out was a grunt.

He shook his head and worked his boots off his feet before he lay down on his stomach, hugging the pillow again, waiting for whatever Legolas wanted to do to him.

The Elf returned to his master's bed and frowned slightly when he saw that he was still wearing his leather pants. But they would hinder him to treat the human's back properly and had to be removed.

"Can you please take off your trousers as well, master?" he asked shyly, not wanting the other man to take it the wrong way.

Blinking against the pillow, Aragorn shifted to look up at Legolas who was fixing him with some kind of medical gaze... or rather his back. His back that was still partly covered by his pants and thus not fully accessible for the Elf.

Again he felt rather sheepish as he sat up again and peeled the soft leather from his lower body, which left him only with his loincloth. He looked up to the Elf. Silently asking if he should take it off as well, his last hopes were shattered as he saw the silent confirmation.

He grumbled something, just to hide his shame and embarrassment as he peeled the soft cloth from his groin. Cheeks aflame, he quickly lay down on the bed again, hiding his face in the pillows, his only hope that he didn't have a "problem" again.

The Elf's gaze had been wandering over the floor while his master was fully undressing himself. He didn't really have to look directly at him to know that he was good-looking, also it was impolite. But of course he caught sight of the bright red cheeks of the Human and the right corner of his mouth curled up into a light grin after the other man lay down.

Legolas crawled onto the bed and over his master to finally sit down on the back of his tights. He felt the other man tensing underneath him.

"I'm not going to bite," the Elf said softly before he gently rested his weight on the strong legs.

Aragorn grumbled something into the pillow that sounded suspiciously like, "maybe not you..." but kept silent and concentrated on breathing instead. If he had hoped he didn't have a problem before, he was now at least starting to get one and he had to concentrate wildly to not let it show.

Shifting though wasn't the best idea maybe. But before he could stop himself, he repositioned himself a little, only to emit a small groan at the sudden friction at his groin that was even worse because of the weight on his legs. He changed his hopes back from wishing that he didn't have a problem to praying that Legolas didn't notice it and that he would fall asleep soon... just like last night.

He didn't dare to open his mouth right now, but he knew he had to tell that the Elf was welcomed to sleep in the bed again and that he shouldn't sleep on the floor.

After Aragorn stopped moving under him, Legolas opened the vial and poured some of the warmed oil on his master's strong back. He put his hands on the liquid and started to move his hands in slow circular motions. Gently kneading the tense muscles he moved over the broad shoulders, leaning forward slightly for better access.

Whenever he felt a loose vertebra under his fingers he gave quick pressure to push them back in place. And thanks to his ministration the day before it didn't hurt as much.

After he worked once down and up the spine he concentrated his actions once more on the shoulders and upper arms which had to suffer in the daily routine of paperwork quite much.

When he was satisfied with that, Legolas moved his hands lower again, caressing the sides of the strong body. He then shifted and moved himself farther down to sit on the back of the Human's shanks. His hands ran over the bottom of his master with a soft and light touch until they reached the backside of his tights.

The Elf grabbed the vial again to pour more oil on his hands and started to massage the muscular legs.

'You don't have a problem, no, you do not have a problem between your thighs, it is nothing...' Aragorn told himself over and over again as Legolas' fingers moved over his back, his arms and practically felt as if they were anywhere, touching him and caressing although he knew that they didn't mean it to be that way. The little bolts of pain whenever something in his back was set back in place tried to convince him of that, but the rest just felt ultimately great.

Still it was unjustified that his problem was starting to get bigger with every movement of the Elf on his back, soft silk fabric rubbing against his skin whenever he moved or shifted in his position. But Aragorn was strong, he could withstand this, he would not let himself be controlled by his primal streaks, so he concentrated on the pattern of the pillow he was currently hiding his face in.

One part of him hoped that this delicate torture was over soon, but another hoped that it wasn't, so he could feel those slender fingers on him a little longer, just a bit, as he didn't dare to lay his hands on the bruised beauty.

Legolas continued to kneed and caress the muscles under his fingers until his own arms hurt as if they were going to fall off his body any second. He only stopped when he wasn't able to lift his hands anymore. The Elf crawled off the bed then and pulled the blanket over his master so he wouldn't get cold.

He then put the vial on the nightstand and leaned his back against the wall before he slowly sank to the ground. Even though those movements had been simple and not very hard, the Elf was exhausted and his arms felt weak. And if it wasn't for his now growling stomach he would have fallen asleep right away.

Aragorn felt the movements on his back getting weaker and who was he to say that Legolas should gather more strength, if he didn't even want him to hurt his thumb by knotting his shirt? So he simply lay there, did nothing, did not even shift into a much more comfortable position, like on his back, so he would not cause friction to the parts of him that desired it mostly.

Only after a few moments he allowed himself to shift, to take a look at the Elf, who was sitting on the ground again, but this time it weren't his teeth that disturbed the man, but his growling stomach. They both hadn't eaten for the night and although the man didn't need to, he knew that the other should. Also he was pretty sure that all the food was still in place so he fixed his gaze on Legolas.

"Get something to eat," he advised the other one, "and then get up here to sleep. You don't need to sleep on the floor."

Legolas nodded and waited for a few seconds more, before he struggled to get up. He walked over to the table and sat down on the chair with a small sigh falling from his lips. The Elf grabbed the bottle with the milk first and filled another chalice. While drinking the white liquid he grabbed several fruits and other foodstuffs from the plates and bowls. After the chalice was empty he started eating. Slowly and steady but his rising hunger could clearly be seen on his features and in the way he moved.

The Elf felt a little awkward that he was eating alone, but his master obviously didn't want to eat anything. So Legolas just gave an elegant shrug to the thought and continued to eat up everything he liked. Which was left over at the end of his meal was only the bread. Everything else was gone, and the slender Woodelf had eaten the meal for the two of them on his own.

Slightly biting his lip, Legolas stood up and returned to the bed. Maybe he should have left something for the Human so he had something to eat later. He shyly glanced down at the lying Human.

"I'm sorry for eating it all up alone, master..." he whispered and looked at the sheets, not sure if he really should sleep in the bed.

"You left the bread, that's enough," Aragorn said with the hint of a wink, one of those that Gandalf would use. He told himself over and over again, that he wasn't hungry, and even if he was, there would be enough food in the morning.

On the other hand he was surprised of the amount of what the Elf could eat at once. The Elves he knew didn't eat that much, but then again, they weren't slaves either. So the man guessed that Legolas needed this food and he was glad to let him take it.

He wrapped the blanket more around his body and was glad to find another one for Legolas that he lifted also, expecting the Elf to crawl into the bed with him.

Still Legolas made no move to follow the invitation. Instead his gaze was wandering over his master's body now, being anything but oblivious to his "problem" he hid underneath the sheets. Inwardly he wondered what made the Human react this way, and even twice at the same day. But then again, the way he and his wife had fought three days ago made pretty clear that they didn't get along very well. And they probably didn't have sex for quite some time.

The Elf took a rather deep breath before he looked into his master's eyes again.

"Are there any other tensions that need to be relaxed, master?" he asked quietly.

To be continued...
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Will Aragorn finnaly voice his desires? Or will he show them? Or nothing of that? And what happened to this letter Arwen sent in chapter 6? Questions over Questions... hopefully they will be answered in the next chapter. ^_^