Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ Ordeal of Trust ( Chapter 16 )

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Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
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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 and Jamiriel worked faster than both of them had expected. After a few hours they had sorted the papers by priority and Jamiriel knew exactly which papers were so important that the King had to read them himself and which were not so important at all. And that were only two, while she took care of all the other letters.

So the man was released from his duty faster than he had expected and thus had had time to search parchments that held information Legolas didn't know yet... and found a handful which he carried almost happily upstairs to his chambers, just to find the door to it locked. He frowned and tried to push it open again... but it wouldn't move. And that was when he heard the silent cries of pleading coming from inside.

"Legolas," he breathed, his eyes displaying horror over what might happen inside as the cries seemed to be provoked by force and displaying resistance, but what made him furrow his brows was the little moaning that was also audible every now and then. In fact it seemed as if the Elf was rather aroused by what was done to him... which could only mean one thing...

Clenching his teeth, Aragorn grabbed a loose stone in the wall next to the lock on his door, removed it and put his hand through the hole and pushed the bar of the lock back, thus unlocking the door. After that it was easy for him to make his way into the chambers, finding the situation he feared he would see. It made blood rush to various places.

First there was his head, as he was both furious and embarrassed to see Legolas displayed like that, naked writhing and crying in what he would define as pleasure under the double ministrations of the Elven twins that he usually called brothers. But secondly, a fair amount of blood found its way down to his groin and made him want to buy new pants... larger ones that is.

So he glared with fury and embarrassment at the scene that displayed itself in front of him on his bed as he put the parchments on a nearby table.

"I thought I told you not to touch my Elf again!!!" he bellowed and was satisfied to see how Elrohir's head whipped around and he could see him swallow.

Which was not a good idea, as the stone of the cherry was still in his mouth and that made the brown-eyed Elf choke a bit until he coughed out the obstacle.

Elladan also froze where he was just bowing down again to suck another cherry out of Legolas navel. But instead he left it be and looked up to meet the very fiery gaze of his younger brother. He swallowed tightly as well and smiled innocently at Aragorn.

"Estel... we thought... you were busy with your paperwork...?"

Legolas winced at the loud and harsh words that were yelled in their direction and just wished for a place to hide. Preferably under the bed, or at least under a blanket. To say he was ashamed of being 'presented' to his master like this would be an understatement and he couldn't help more tears soaking his face as he tried to turn his head to the side together with his body. But the handcuffs still held him pretty perfectly in place and he didn't manage any movements that might have helped to cover his body or at least to burry his face in the pillow.

He didn't think it was possible, but Aragorn glared even harder at the two dark-haired Elves, ignoring that his pants were protesting with every movement. Especially those steps he took forward to the bed were pure torture for him. But he made them anyways and grabbed the sensitive ears of Elladan and Elrohir, just like he had seen his foster father doing so often.

"I was," he stated coldly. "But I think it were you two that told me to get some help... and this I did."

Elrohir yelped as he ear was squeezed and abused, and he was pulled away from where he sat between Legolas' legs. When did Estel develop so much power?

Elladan squirmed under the merciless grip of the Human and started to struggle when he was pulled from the bed. He managed to get his legs under his body only quickly enough so he wouldn't hit the hard stone floor. Inwardly he cursed himself for encouraging Estel to get help with his work. Or maybe he should have just waited another day.

"Owwww," the younger twin whined at the painful treatment his ear got from his foster brother and he grabbed the strong arm that forced him to a stand.

"You. Will. Never. Come. Back. Here. Again. To. Touch. My. Elf! Have I made myself clear enough?!" Aragorn growled and urged the twins towards the now open door.

Elrohir simply winced under the maltreatment of his ear, unable to say anything. He simply let himself being dragged to the exit and felt himself being thrown out of the room. He wouldn't have even been surprised if Estel had kicked them out literally.

Elladan also expected something like a kick in his firm butt, but instead he found himself being pushed out of the room quite roughly. He stumbled a few steps before he lost balance and landed on the ground, nose first. The younger twin hissed lowly and sat up, only to see and hear the door of Aragorn's chambers being slammed shut right before them.

The green-eyed Elf winced at the sound and then turned to look at his brother. For a moment it was silent between them before Elladan slightly tilted his head.

"Maybe we did go a little too far this time," he murmured thoughtfully, but a few seconds later he couldn't hold back a little grin. Now Aragorn was in there with a chained and naked Legolas.

"You still have the key, don't you, darlin?"

Elrohir was rubbing his ear, the one where Estel had pulled all too powerful, trying to get the numbness out of the sensitive organ as he sat there on the floor where he had fallen on his bum. He winced silently before he stared at his brother with a hint of a frown, trying to process what he said and where the keys were indeed.

He remembered putting them in one of his pocket as he was finished with chaining the slave to the bedposts and in a rather sudden movement he searched it with his free hand. And grinned broadly back when he felt a little metal key there.

"Let's see how long he needs to notice."

Meanwhile Aragorn had turned his back to the door and was facing the reason for the problem in his pants. He gulped once and then stalked over to his bed, his legs as far apart as he could walk with them.

There lay Legolas on his bed... naked... aroused... immobile... panting... beautiful... And all he had to do was stretch out his hand and touch him.

He clenched his jaws, and took another step forward and almost moaned as he did so. In the full knowledge of what he wanted to do, he did almost the exact opposite and sat down on the edge of the bed, forcing himself to look into the fair face with the half-closed lips and squeezed shut eyes.

Gingerly he extended one hand to lay it on the shivering cheek, wiping away some sweat and tears with a caressing motion, his expression full of embarrassment and sorrow.

Legolas just lay there, waiting for what would happen next, for what Aragorn would do now that he was presented to him like this. The Elf tried to clear his mind, make it lighter, but the actions of the twins had refreshed his memories of what the Humans had done to him just too thoroughly and it made boil up the fear that his master would do the same.

The blond man winced at the gentle touch on his cheek and whimpered lowly while even more tears streamed down his cheeks before they dripped off his ears, soaking the pillow. He was shivering violently now and the fear made his arousal disappear rather quickly.

At the new well of tears Aragorn felt his eyes heat up as well, although he didn't know why. And with the amount of tears he knew that it would be wrong to touch Legolas anywhere else than on his cheek. Features softening he wiped away some tears with his thumb.

"Sh... it's okay," he cooed, his voice shaking. "They are gone..."

He tried to wipe away more tears, tried to calm the shivering Elf on his bed, tried to do anything at all, to stop him from fearing him, but it didn't seem as if it worked. So out of a sudden impulse he bowed his head down and pressed his lips softly to a tear-stained cheek, tasting salt and water as he hoped this would sooth Legolas a bit.

The Elf slightly calmed down as he felt his tears being wiped away gently and heard the whispered words. He was glad that the twins were gone, but it wasn't them he feared. Aragorn's earlier reactions towards his proximity had shown pretty clearly that the Human was attracted to him, and even though he promised not to hurt him... Legolas wouldn't have been surprised if he wasn't able to keep it under these circumstances.

What he didn't expect though was the soft kiss on his wet cheek which made his eyes snap open and his head slowly turn towards his master. The Elf stared at him with widened eyes, looking for something to either confirm his fear or make it go away.

The shiver had subsided a little - good - as did the tears. He leaned back up again and looked into midnight-blue eyes, seeing fear in them the most, but confusion as well. And he planned to use this confusion to stabilize the trust he had gained.

He tried his best on a soft smile, but he couldn't get the sorrow out of his expression.

"They will never do it again," he whispered reassuringly, still wiping away a few traces of tears from the pale cheeks.

Legolas nodded slightly, almost imperceptible before he blinked a few times to get the tears out of his eyes to make the blurry sight clearer. He didn't take his gaze from the Human's face though, taking in every single change of expression. The Elf wanted to trust this man with all his heart, since he needed something to put his hope into, something to hold onto when he was close to desperation. But still there was this nagging feeling in his soul that was his fear and Legolas had a hard time muting it.

Another wind breeze blew through the window, carrying cherry blossoms into the room, and caressed the Elf's naked form, making him shiver once more.

This time the shiver was different, not coming from fear anymore, but from cold. And it made clear to Aragorn that he couldn't look into the fair Elf's face for long. He blinked and looked down, trying hard not to blush at the naked form on his bed, but was somehow glad to see it not aroused anymore. But what made him frown was the cherry in the little belly button.

Slowly he stood up and fished the red fruit from Legolas' belly, just to spot a little bowl with more of these fruits on the other side of the bed. He leaned over and snatched it away, to put it somewhere out of reach, searching for either a free blanket or the keys to the shackles that kept Legolas chained to the bedposts.

As he didn't find the latter in the bag that held a few more utensils that Elladan and Elrohir would have surely used on Legolas if he hadn't stepped in, he pulled out the former from underneath the chained Elf and threw it over him, hoping it would be enough to warm him up a bit. Then he went to find the ones responsible for this uncomfortable situation.

"Three... Two... One..." Elrohir counted as he heard steps coming towards the door they were still sitting in front of.

"Where are the keys?!"

"Why do you want to have them, Estel?" Elladan asked sweetly and smiled up at his foster brother. "Why not take the chance and enjoy the possibilities? You know you want it, so where's the problem?"

Legolas on the other hand heard the younger twin's words and clenched his jaws, hoping Aragorn wouldn't let himself being persuaded by these two devils. He was still cold, but the blanket slowly managed to warm him up, making the situation a very little bit less uncomfortable as he was now staring up at the ceiling.

The vein on Aragorn's temple twitched visibly and he simply wanted to hit his brother. Right across his head and then again over his ass... until it was red and shining, almost glowing in the dark. Instead he glared at him with a very malicious grin.

"Of course I want to... As much as I want to kick your ass and throw it down the mines of Moria, take it back out and sink it into the depths of Mount Doom..." he knew he could go on, but instead he took a deep breath and glared down.

"You've seen his wounds, haven't you? And you should know that he was forced to do things like that... But you haven't seen him when he came here! He barely spoke any word, he didn't let anybody come near him or touch him. He was shaking with fear, scared like he had seen Sauron himself... He didn't talk; he didn't look anybody in their eyes... Do you know how hard it was to gain his trust? Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to talk to somebody who was treated like that? How long it took to make him want to trust someone... me? I am happy every time he smiles, when he looks openly at me... And you want me to destroy what we have with this simple action of taking from him what I want? How... dumb... do you think I am?!"

Aragorn was panting after his outburst, still glaring at the twins with rage burning in his eyes and somehow he felt like they had shrunk about two inches under his death-like glare. Also he noticed that they were not able anymore to look into his eyes.

"Now... where are the keys?" he demanded again and looked directly at the older one of the twins.

Elrohir didn't know what had happened. This wasn't their little foster brother Estel, who had always been some kind of beloved toy, kind, meek and modest, a little headstrong maybe, but not that raging like the man who stood in front of them.

He bowed his head in humiliation and fished for the key in his pockets, offering it to the by millennia younger man who grabbed it from his hand in the same movement that made him turn on his heels and slam the door shut once more, making the brown-eyed Elf wince again.

Elladan didn't say anything. He just let his brother's harsh words rain down on him and looked to the ground. Also he didn't move when Aragorn was done yelling at him and stormed back into his room, once more slamming the door.

Only now, after the Human was gone he slowly looked up, seeking his brother's gaze, regret shimmering in his eyes as his bad conscience kicked in.

"Elrohir..." he whispered "we've gone too far..." He made a mental note to apologize to Estel later and Legolas as well. He just didn't think about these things, he just acted; let his primal instincts lead him.

The other Elf simply nodded in agreement. There were a lot of things they didn't think about... but Legolas obviously seemed to enjoy parts of it... But the knowledge that it was so wrong in their brother's eyes... it shocked him.

Inside the King's chambers Legolas still lay on the bed, unmoving. He had listened to Aragorn taking out his rage on his brothers and talking about him. The Elf blinked as the outburst was over and didn't really know what to think. His master was happy to see him smile? And when he looked at him...?

That reminded Legolas of when Aragorn had told him that he didn't like the idea of having an Elven slave. Once more the Elf had to admit that he wasn't treated like one either. Biting his lip he frowned slightly. So his master most likely didn't want to be called that either, or that he was acting like this...

After Aragorn had stalked back to the bed once again, he worked on finding the right keys to the shackles, which wasn't that easy as there was a different key for each lock and they looked rather similar, so he had to test them all. Thus it took him some time to get them all open, but when he did, he grunted and put them back in the bag he found on the ground. It most likely belonged to the twins and that was reason enough to keep it to himself for the rest of the time they stayed at Minas Tirith.

"There... free again..." he murmured as he was finished. Only then he noticed the chain that was still connected to the wall. "Well... almost."

As soon as the shackles were gone from his feet and hands Legolas rolled over to the side, pulling the blanket with him in the process. He tucked himself in and slightly drew his legs up towards his upper body so that he was finally lying there in an elegant curve.

"Thank you," he murmured and wrapped his arms around his chest, trying to get warmer. Legolas felt a very prickly coldness creep into his body but it didn't come from outside. The origin of the strange and uncomfortable feeling was his soul and heart and it couldn't be helped with just a blanket or a fire.

What he needed the most were love, tenderness and affection... and a warm body to snuggle up to, a gentle embrace...

Legolas swallowed tightly and glanced to the Human who was standing behind him. His state of arousal was obvious and the Elf wasn't sure if he could dare to ask him. But then again, Aragorn had made his intentions clear as he yelled at his brothers and it was also obvious that he didn't want to do anything Legolas didn't approve of.

So the blond man finally shoved his doubts overboard and lowly called the Human.

"Ma...." He swallowed, licked his dry lips and started again. "... Elessar?" He had read this name in every book that was written about the quest of Fellowship which was sent out to destroy the Ring, and it seemed it was the name he carried as the King. This name seemed appropriate to Legolas, since he didn't want to call him Estel. The Human himself had told him that he didn't really like to be called that. Indeed he told him that he preferred Aragorn, but this again seemed too disrespectful to the Elf.

Aragorn had just decided that he would put the bag to his other belongings into the one of the trunks in his room as he heard Legolas call him. Not with "Master," as he usually did, but with his name... not the one he liked best, but it was his name.

So he stopped dead in his movements, the bag in his hands forgotten for a moment as he raised his eyebrows surprised and inquiringly at the Elf on the bed.

"Yes?" he asked, since anything else seemed foolish to him.

Legolas bit his lip, not sure whether he should continue or not. His arms tightened around him, and his need finally won over his uncertainty.

"I'm cold..." he whispered. "Can you... please.... hold me....?" He added after a little pause, not really expecting the Human to say yes.

Studying the Elf for a moment, searching his face for anything... something... Aragorn didn't even know what he was searching as his head suddenly answered for him and nodded. He was so surprised over the Elf and himself that he almost dropped the bag in his hand.

"Give me a moment to put this away," he murmured and turned away before Legolas could see how red his cheeks were underneath his stubble this time. Stowing away the bag in the nearest trunk, not really caring what was also in there, Aragorn turned back to the bed after he took a deep breath.

Gingerly he sat down on the bed, placed his legs rather uncomfortably underneath his body and put a hand on the Elf's shoulder, indicating that he was ready to hold him now... well, as ready as he could be then and there.

Legolas turned his head at the gentle touch and smiled lightly at Aragorn, since he hoped he could make him a little more comfortable, encourage him.

"Lie down," he said softly while he grabbed the Human's right hand and placed it on his side.

The frown on his features gave him too much trouble appreciating the smile Legolas was giving him so he nodded in return, shifted a bit, his hand never leaving the Elf's side though. Even as it was covered with the blanket he could feel the warmth radiating from him... the magic that he was holding over him with each single touch.

But Legolas wanted this touch, he had even asked for it, and since Aragorn wanted this touch himself... who was he to deny the Elf that little wish?

Carefully he lay down on his side, his front parallel to Legolas' back and placed his arm over the blond head. He paid a lot attention though that he didn't directly touch the almost naked beauty... yet.

The Woodelf waited until he could feel that the Human lay down behind him. He entwined their fingers and gently pulled at Aragorn's hand until his arm was wrapped around his upper body and his hand slightly pressed against his chest.

Legolas slightly moved backwards, bringing their body's into light contact, carefully making sure that he didn't cause any more friction to the Human's groin.

"Thank you," he whispered along with a little content sigh before he closed his eyes.

Aragorn didn't even notice the smile that had crept onto his face as Legolas had moved their arms how he wanted it, until they were lying rather close together. Little tingles shot through his body, tingles that he deliberately ignored as they didn't help him. He had made a promise to the Elf and he planned on keeping it... even though his body wanted something else.

"You're welcome," he murmured back and bestowed a little kiss on top of the blond mop. He shifted a little, so that his chest was now warming the cold body, but nothing more.

Legolas' lips slightly curled up into a smile and he slowly relaxed against the strong body behind him. He felt safe in Elessar's embrace. He didn't quite remember when he felt like this the last time, but somehow it made his thoughts drift off to his home once again, where his lover was waiting for him. He was most likely growing old with worry and grief, maybe it even killed him.

The Elf tightened his hold on Aragorn's hand and snuggled up to him closer as another shiver ran through his body. Ganoel wasn't the love of his life. To him he was more like a close friend, somebody he could talk to about everything and also somebody for the cold and lonely hours at night. They had shared passion and a certain fire, but Legolas could feel the flame in his heart growing smaller and smaller with each day he spent with the Human. His love for the other Elf was fading out, dying.

Chasing away the disturbing thoughts, the blond man sighed once more, being comfortably wrapped up in the blanked and surrounded by the warmth radiated from Aragorn's body, and let sleep claim him.

A few hours passed with the two lying there just like they were and Aragorn was glad that he had Jamiriel, who took care of his tiring paperwork, granting him the time to just lie in his bed, holding Legolas in his arms. He was astounded how safe the Elf felt around him, how he was able to chase away the tension and fear that had come with the visit and ministrations of Elladan and Elrohir with just a single touch.

He brushed a few loose strands out of the Elf's fair face, and felt how his chest was heaving and sinking under his arm, in regular intervals as he had fallen asleep.

"May your dreams be peaceful," he whispered and kissed the other's head once again after a while, before he tried to untangle his hand carefully from the Elf's, which proved to be quite a task without waking Legolas. It probably took him another hour, with his hand moving very slowly, inch by inch, until he had freed it and dared to shift and move from the bed to sit in front of the fireplace in his armchair.

On his way over he glanced out of the window where he saw that the sun was already sinking low, but it was still light outside. He grabbed one of the parchments about Mirkwood and started reading. Some things he had heard from Bilbo Baggins, when he visited Rivendell and told about his adventures with the Dwarves, but that wasn't very accurate as the Hobbit rather told about how he freed Thorin and his men from the Dungeons of the King of the Woodelves. He also liked to tell how he fooled the proud King with the half of a giant gem when the Elves tried to get back their lost prisoners.

But that was unnecessary knowledge. What he read now was far more interesting and he didn't really notice how time passed as he sat in front of the fire, reading words that were written long before he was born, at about the time when his forefather was betrayed by the One Ring.

Hours passed and the sun slowly set until it was dark outside, thousands of stars and the waning moon the only sources of light. Aragorn was still busy reading the parchment as Legolas' finally woke up. He stirred and clutched the blanket before he turned and rolled over. The Elf hugged the pillow and sighed softly before the comfortable blackness wrapped itself around his consciousness once more.

The soft sigh brought Aragorn out of his trance-like reading state. He looked over to the bed and was suddenly reminded that the Elf was naked underneath the blanket as a creamy thigh slipped out from underneath. And this thigh did not stop at an equally creamy buttocks that was hidden underneath some kind of loincloth, no, it went higher and higher until the blanket finally hid the rest of the body.

He turned his red face away from the body on his bed and sighed. "I need more spare clothes..."

Groaning from the long immobility he stood up and walked over to one of his trunks, where he thought he still had one of his old leggings. And luckily he found some. He usually wore them during the summer time and they had their legs cut off, so that they only went down mid-thigh. Aragorn laid them on the bed, then put off his heavy leather garments, and sat down back in the armchair again as he wanted to continue the last script he had been reading.

Not long after Legolas snuggled up to the pillow and blanket he stirred again. A shiver ran through his body as a soft breeze stroked his half-covered body. He extended his hand to where he remembered Aragorn lying behind him, but his fingers only touched the cold bed sheets. The hand stopped for a second before he moved farther, patting around within the arm's reach.

A frustrated grunt left the slightly parted lips before Legolas forced his eyes open. He pushed himself up on his left arm and blinked several times while he slowly looked around. The first thing he noticed were the leggings next to him. He grabbed them with a clumsy movement and then shifted until his legs hung over the edge of the bed. Legolas put his legs in the trousers and slowly stood up, pulling the leggings over his hips.

After he made sure that they wouldn't slip down again, the Elf made a step towards Aragorn's direction. He had spotted him sitting in his armchair once again, but this time the Human was reading. The blond man couldn't make out what he was reading, and he didn't care much either. Legolas just wanted him to come back to bed so he could go back to sleep.

The Elf stopped in front of the Human, still having quite the problems with keeping his eyes open and grabbed his shirt. He tugged at it gently with all the strength his tired fingers had and pointed towards the bed.

"Come back to bed... I want to sleep... it's cold..." he murmured sleepily.

Aragorn blinked slightly irritated as somebody tugged rather forcefully at his shirt and looked up into droopy blue eyes, his face almost falling. There stood Legolas, almost naked, right in front of him and asked him to get back to bed... either all his dreams had come true all of a sudden or he had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace and was dreaming already.

He put away the paper he had been reading, about Thranduil and his children and stood up slowly. Gently he brushed some loose strands out of the fair face, watching a little astounded how Legolas leaned into the touch. That was when he had made his decision and let himself being led to the bed without another word.

The Elf gently grabbed Ellesar's hand and pulled him towards the bed without any resistance from the Human as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Still not really awake he started to undo the ties of Aragorn's shirt, not as elegantly as usual as he was fumbling the knots open, now having quite some problems himself. Legolas just let out a low irritated sound when he felt his wrists being grabbed.

"Let me take care of that," Aragorn murmured gently and started to work on the knots himself, looking quite better this time on doing it than the Elf. He finished them quite quickly and then looked expectantly into the Elf's face, as if he wanted to know, "And what do you want to do with me now?"

After the Human had pulled his hands away from the shirt, Legolas looked at him with a little bit of a dumb expression on his face. But he said nothing and just blinked his tired eyes. He sat down on the bed and watched Aragorn undress, meanwhile struggling with himself not to fall asleep again, yet.

When the Human was finished and looked at him, the Elf tuned around and crawled unto the bed and under the blanket. Then he turned towards the other man again and patted the mattress next to him, asking him to join him with the simple motion and a silent plea in his half closed eyes.

"Are you sure you need me to fall asleep again?" Aragorn asked after he had shed his pants and put them over the footboard of the bed. Not waiting for an answer though, he climbed onto the bed as well and under the blanket. There he faced the Elf and looked questioningly into his eyes, offering his open arms.

Legolas simply nodded. In fact he didn't need the Human, but he didn't want to miss the warm feeling of safety he had, lying in his embrace. So when Aragorn opened his arms the Elf inched closer and looked into steel blue orbs, flashing him a light smile. The Elf snuggled up to the warm body in front of him, his own form slightly curled into an elegant curve, resting his head against the strong chest of the younger man.

His right arm was between their bodies, gently brushing against Aragorn's belly while the other one was draped lazily over his side. Legolas soon tightened his hold around the strong body and caressed the bare back of the Human as he sighed contentedly against his chest.

Aragorn stiffened with each brushing movement the Elf made against his skin. He thought he had his problem under control but with each movement it was coming back to him with double force. He had put his arms around the thinner form of the Elf and thus he was even pulling him closer the more he stiffened. Legolas seemed not to notice that though and was breathing more evenly with every passing moment as the man was feeling how his problem got bigger and bigger.

If Aragorn had been any other man, he may have raised his voice, being reminded of an offer the Elf had made some time ago and asked for it now. But last time he had hidden in the bathroom and this time he would have to try to forget about his problem. He gathered that it would be best for him if he simply ignored it and just fell asleep as well. But that was thought easier than done.

Legolas felt how the Human tensed and pulled him closer in the process. He knew that once again he was the cause of it and slightly bit his lip. All he wanted was to lie there with Elessar in his embrace and sleep, but yet again he was causing him this kind of problem with such simple touches, arousing him with just his hand on his belly. Once again Legolas was glad for the Human's determination not to do anything.

The Elf murmured something like "I'll help you with that" before his hand moved up over Aragorn's back until it reached a special spot between his shoulder blades. The blond gave a quick and gentle pressure with two fingers, thus causing the king to relax completely in an instant.

Aragorn had stiffened when the hand on his back had roamed around a little more until it had obviously found the place where it wanted to stay. And what Legolas had said before he did so made his problem just a little more urgent and he was almost thinking that he had voiced what he thought, but then he felt some pressure on the upper part of his back and a sudden tiredness took a hold of him. So within a few heartbeats he relaxed and his eyes fluttered shut, sleep claiming him faster than he could fathom.

Legolas smiled as he could feel the Human relax under his hands and snuggled up to him even closer, listening to his steady heartbeat and breath as he fell asleep shortly afterwards. The Elf also closed his eyes and sighed once more before he fell asleep as well.

A few hours later he woke up again, being fully awake in an instant as his sensitive ears caught the sound of the chamber's door being opened. Legolas carefully wiggled out of the embrace and slipped of the bed, soundlessly as usual. He kneeled next to the wall in the dark shadows and peeked around the wooden footboard of the bed. What he saw then made his blood run cold.

From behind the little wall in the middle of the room there came a tall and strong built figure, heading for the sleeping king in his bed, lifting his right arm. The dim moonlight was reflected by the blade of a one foot long dagger.

To be continued...
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Whoooo! Cliffhanger! ^^;
Thanks for the comments on the last chapter. And yes, we like being evil. *grins*