Fan Fiction ❯ Trick to Love ❯ Moonlight Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

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A/N: A bit of Aragorn angst at the end, not too much, and hopefully it won't last too long. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Always nice to know someone is reading. Please be gentle, this is only the second time I've written anything like this. Goldmund, the Rivendell part was a memory and Aragorn is in Lorien. He's just remembering what Gandalf said. This is after Moria and everything. Sorry for the confusion! And this is re-uploaded...maybe it'll be right this time. Sorry about that too. It was italicized until it hit the site...What's in between the ~~ is a dream Aragorn's having and Legolas just interrupts it.

~~~~ is the beginning and ending of a dream (if this stupid thing works this time!) :)

Chapter 2: Moonlight Dreams

Legolas wasn't at the camp. He didn't come back all day.

Night fell over Lorien. The Hobbits and Gimli fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the day's explorations. Aragorn lay down a few yards from them, staring dreamily up at the clear stars. His love-struck mind, familiar with the stars and the pictures they made, kept picking out new ones. An arrow there, a dagger here, those were bright, twinkly ones like his eyes... Every new picture his mind made reminded him of Legolas.

Legolas. He was so sweet, so pure. He seemed to be so very innocent. Aragorn knew he was much older than he looked, and had seen more than anyone would have thought. How much older he really was, he had no idea. And it seemed as if he were alone...as if the Elf had no one waiting for him to come home from anywhere. Smiling to himself, Aragorn slipped into dreams, fantasizing about his love. He had it all planned, exactly how it would be...

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"Legolas," Aragorn said softly. "I need to talk to you, please."

"Of course, Aragorn," the Elf answered. He seemed to shine in the moonlight, even his hair seemed to mirror the stars.

"Legolas," Aragorn began, his heart pounding. "Legolas, I-I love you. I have ever since I saw you from a distance in Rivendell. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes upon. I love you, Legolas."

Legolas only stared at him, seemingly speechless. He kneeled down, clasping his hands on his knees. He lowered his head, staring at his hands.

"Legolas?" Aragorn prompted. Had he done something wrong in telling of his love?

"You love me?" Legolas asked. "You think I'm beautiful? He looked up at the Ranger, his eyes just a little too bright. "You're the one who is beautiful," he said softly, his words startling Aragorn. "I never thought you would love me."

"Yes!" Aragorn exclaimed, kneeling down in front of the Elf. He clasped his hands in his own, looking deep into his depthless eyes. "I do love you." Legolas made a soft sound, as if he still could not believe what he was hearing. "Legolas," Aragorn said, "may I kiss you?"

His eyes wide, Legolas nodded. Aragorn leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against his Elf's. He tasted like starlight and the breeze through the trees, if those things had a taste. Legolas kissed him back hungrily until the need to breathe broke them apart.

The kiss had been as magickal as Aragorn had hoped. Legolas' cheeks were flushed, his eyes slightly dazed as he gazed at the Ranger. Aragorn captured him again in a kiss, moaning softly. Slender fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Gently, he laid Legolas down on his back, covering his body with his own. He moved against the Elf letting him feel his desire. Legolas moaned into his mouth, instinctively spreading his legs under Aragorn, giving him better access. The Rangers hands were already moving on the lithe body beneath him...

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Legolas paused at the edge of the clearing where the Fellowship slept. Moonlight gave the clearing a faint glow. He looked over at the Dwarf and the Hobbits and smiled. It never ceased to amaze him how childlike the Hobbits were. He started across the clearing to where Aragorn lay, his quick feet making no sound.

Aragorn tossed and turned, moaning in his sleep. He murmured and cried out softly. Legolas was alarmed. What Aragorn could be dreaming about never occurred to him. He felt a sudden protectiveness run through him as Aragorn cried out. He didn't understand where the feeling had come from...it didn't matter. He knelt next to the fitful Ranger as he cried out again, trying to wake him.

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"Aragorn! Aragorn..." Legolas called his name as he clung to him. Aragorn moaned as he found that secret spot...

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And cried out in protest as a hand on his shoulder suddenly shook him awake. He blinked and looked straight into the face of the beautiful being he had just been making love to. He barely stopped himself from grasping the Elf and kissing him.

"Are you alright, Aragorn?" Legolas asked, concerned.

"Y-yes," Aragorn stammered. 'What luck,' he thought sarcastically. 'To be woken up from a dream like that by HIM!' He thanked the heavens, and anything else he could think of, for the blankets that covered his lower half. An Elf's eyes were too sharp after a dream like that.

"Are you sure?" Legolas studied the Ranger, his sharp eyes missing nothing. Well, almost nothing. He noticed Aragorn's hands clutching at the blankets, but the reason why escaped him. He laid the back of his hand against Aragorn's cheek. "You are flushed."

Aragorn couldn't help his eyes sliding closed at the feel of Legolas' cool hand against his heated face. Suddenly realizing that Legolas was expecting an answer, he murmured, "Really, I'm fine."

Legolas drew back, wondering in the back of his mind why he had let his hand linger so long. "Oh," he finally said. "Okay. I was...worried." Aragorn was watching him with intent, glazed eyes. For some reason he couldn't quite fathom, it made his blood race and he could feel himself beginning to blush. "Anyway," he continued, "I came to see if you wanted to come with us. Haldir and myself are going to check out a report of orcs on the border."

Aragorn started. The border was so far away! "Haldir?" he asked stupidly.

Legolas laughed. "Yes, Haldir. Our guide, the guardian, remember?"

"Oh, yes," Aragorn nodded.

"Your wits are sleepy, Aragorn. Perhaps 'tis best if you do not come with us. You will be no good in a fight. You are distracted." The Elf slowly rose to his feet.

'If I am distracted, my friend, it is because of you,' Aragorn thought. "I didn't know you knew Haldir, Legolas."

The Elf nodded, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "I've been here before," he stated. "I have known Haldir for a very long time. For years, in fact. I just didn't like the blindfold."

Aragorn felt an almost overpowering surge of jealousy. He knew there was no reason for it; he had no claim. But Haldir had known Legolas for who knew how many ages. Was HE the reason why Legolas was gone so often? And now he was going to be alone with him at the border...alone, and with 'HIS' Elf!

"I must go," Legolas' sweet voice broke through his thoughts. "Haldir is waiting for me. Sleep well, Aragorn." With that he vanished into the forest.

Aragorn lay back down, covering his face with his hands. He knew he was being irrational. Even if he hadn't heard about it, there probably was a report of orcs and Haldir was only a friend. Wasn't he? He wished he had gone with Legolas. He didn't want to leave him alone. For a moment, he wished that they were back on the road so he would know where his Elf was all the time and be able to watch his love...

He hated being jealous.

TBC