Roses (Legolas/Aragorn) On a dark night in Rivendell, Legolas was in his room sleeping, dreaming. He saw a dark figure step inside the room and slowly moving towards his bed. He felt his body turning into stone as the figure came closer and closer. Legolas yelled. And woke up. He blinked hard against the darkness. No one there. No one there. Legolas rubbed his eyes, not wanting to open them again He was so lonely and being alone in a dark room on a huge bed only made the feeling worse. He stretched on the large bed, revelling in the feeling of cool satin sheets. He turned to his side, touching the empty space next to him. Not so long ago, Aragorn had filled the empty space. The many sweaty, pleasure-filled nights came rushing back. Legolas felt himself blush. Not that he wasn't experienced. He could not resist showing sweet ways to sweet elven boys. But with Aragorn it had been so much more. Love. Legolas felt tears in his eyes. He wanted all his memories, feelings and images towards Aragorn to go away. Then something stung his hand. There was a red rose on the bed. Had he been dreaming? Had someone been in his room? Who? Legolas got up, put on his velvet robes, got the rose and left his room. He closed the door and saw that the corridor floor was scattered with red rose petals. All of Rivendell was quiet, it's inhabitants asleep. But someone was awake with him and obviously wanted him to follow the rosy trail. Curiosity took over Legolas. He started to follow the trail through the long corridors. "Maybe it was Aragorn, maybe he really had loved me and now he wants me back," Legolas thought. Turning left, he saw the trail end in front of a door. Just a few steps more and he stood in front of it. He pressed his ear to the door, but heard nothing. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was filled with candles, which all flickered as a breeze came through the door. "Anyone here?" Legolas asked, as he entered the room. He didn't remember ever being here. And although no one answered to his call, he could feel and hear someone else in the room, well hidden in its shadows. And he had only one person in his mind. "Aragorn?" A moment's silence. "Yes." Legolas almost fell to his knees when he heard the familiar voice. He dropped the rose on the floor as he saw Aragorn appear from a dark corner and come to him. They stared at each other, devouring the presence of one another. Legolas looked at his feet. "I've missed you." "I've missed you, too." "Why are you doing this?" "I wanted to see you." Legolas was close to tears. He looked into Aragorn's eyes and let the silvery tears fall down his cheeks. "Oh, Legolas, please don't cry," Aragorn said, soothingly. "I am here now." Aragorn embraced Legolas and kissed away the salty tears. "Elves can die to a broken heart," Legolas sobbed, "You almost killed me." "That's why I wanted you to come here tonight. I have to talk to you." "What is it?"Legolas said, feeling bad news coming. "Come sit with me on the bed," Aragorn said, pulling him towards a bed hidden in the shadows. Legolas sat on it and Aragorn fetched a candelabra to give some soft light. He sat next to Legolas and took his hands into his own. "I don't want to hurt you with these news I'm going to tell you. But I think you should hear this from me," Aragorn said and took a deep breath. He looked deep into Legolas' eyes. "I am marrying Arwen. We are to be married soon." Legolas couldn't believe his ears. Or didn't want to believe. "W-what?" was all that came out. Legolas was bewildered. The only man he had EVER loved was going to be married to someone else. He couldn't breathe. "Are you serious? What about us, what we had? Doesn't that mean anything to you?" He was getting quite furious. He was half blinded with tears, but that didn't stop him from getting up and smacking Aragorn hard on his cheek. "I hate you!" he bellowed. "No, Legolas, don't," Aragorn said, got up and threw Legolas on the bed. He climbed on top of him and pinned him down from his wrists. " I want you to understand. My people would never understand my love towards you." "Your love?! How can you say that? You don't love me, you never loved me! But I loved you�" The next thing he knew, Aragorn was kissing him deeply, madly. Legolas kissed back, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. Aragorn stopped soon. "Legolas, my sweetest, darling Legolas," he whispered into Legolas' ear. "I love you more than anything in this world, but we both have to move on. My love towards you will never die, but I have to marry Arwen. You must understand." Legolas was getting delirious with wanting, he wasn�t even thinking straight. "Would you please let go of my wrists? You're hurting me." Aragorn let go and sat on the edge of the bed. Legolas stared at his back, wanting to say something else, but he couldn't think of anything. He sat up and dried his tears to the back of his hand. "I don't want to move on. I want you," he said, laying a hand on Aragorn's shoulder. Aragorn soothed his hand and turned around. "Legolas, if we should spend this night together, then you must promise me to move on. Forget me, Rivendell is filled with beautiful people for you to love." "I don't care about them," Legolas whispered and pulled Aragorn closer. He kissed him deeply, letting their tongues entwine, tasting him again. He fumbled with the buttons of Aragorn's shirt and then just tore it open. He kissed his chest, letting his tongue flicker over the skin every now and then. He pushed Aragorn to his back and spread himself on top of him. He lay his head in the hollow of Aragorn's neck and just devoured his presence underneath him. Aragorn stroked his hair, knew that Legolas loved it. "Just promise me you won't let me go. Not now," Legolas whispered. "I will not, Legolas," Aragorn whispered to his ear. Legolas woke up. The sun was shining through a gap in the curtains. He knew Aragorn wasn't there anymore, he had felt him get up short after he'd fallen asleep. He curled to the side where Aragorn had been and smelled his manly scent there. He wanted to memorize it, just like he had memorized his skin last night. The last night, the final night. He saw a rose on the nightstand. There was a piece of parchment next to it. Legolas sat up, smelled the rose and read the parchment. He hadn't known Aragorn was so poetic. My Love, unknown. My Love, gone now. My Love, My Love. My Love, alone again. My Love, only now can I see. My Love. Maybe he would move on. Just the knowledge of Aragorn's eternal love towards him made him extremely happy. He stretched in the cool sheets, pressed the parchment to his chest and went back to sleep, dreaming of Aragorn. |