"Good morning, your majesty"
A soft voice whispered into Aragorn's ear.
He immediately knew who it was.
"Oh do not call me that, never."
Legolas laughed and rolled from his side onto his back. He was popped up on his elbows, his head thrown back against his neck.
Aragorn groaned and put his head back into his pillow. Legolas eyed the king's back and reached out to let his fingers run over his shoulder and down his spine as he watched Aragorn stiffen a bit. The elf grinned slightly and leaned over Aragorn's back to slowly place soft kisses on his shoulders.
"Oh Legolas, I would die for you, I would burn Gondor for you"
Aragorn said, letting a sigh of comfortability out.
"So would I, my beautiful ranger"
Legolas answered.
On one spot, he sunk his teeth in the flesh, leaving a quite visible bite mark.
"So? How do I taste?"
Aragorn asked, tilting his head up
and laughing slightly. His face was a little flushed, and with that grin, he looked adorable, the elf thought. Legolas scoffed, pushing his ranger's head back into the pillow.
"I have tasted better things, meleth" (love)
Aragorn snorted, wich made Legolas laugh.

After a long journey of getting out of bed, they ate breakfast together, both wondering where Gimli was. Aragorn assumed that it had to do something with the woman the dwarf was on, whilst Legolas meant that he just had a hangover as he never could pull the woman from the day before.
"Fine, we will bet."
Aragorn finally suggested, immediately having Legolas consent.

After breakfast, Aragorn and Legolas went for a walk, wich led them to the stables.
Legolas carefully petted Arod's ears and smiled happily, whilst Aragorn was watching and adoring his elf. He hugged him from behind and started kissing Legolas' neck, feeling his back slightly starting to press against Aragorn.
But that was quickly interrupted as Brego, Aragorns horse, nudged his back.
Aragorn patted his neck and they both laughed.
"I want to go for a ride, will you accompany me?"
Legolas asked, still giggling.
"Of course I will, meleth" (love)

They rode across the landscape of Gondor in comfortable silence.
"Will we ever reveal our being together?"
Legolas asked, secretly wishing for a yes, yet almost knowing the answer that would come.
"I am afraid not, and I wish I could change it, but you know just as well as I, that I can not."
The elf sighed and nodded, and Aragorn tried to make it more understandable for him.
"Try to imagine yourself in my situation. You are the king of Mirkwood, and now you have to explain to your people that you much more prefer men, and perhaps can not even beget marital heirs to the throne with your partner."
"So are you planning to..marry someone else?"
Legolas asked, almost hurt.
He knew that it was necessary.
"I assume..yes."
"And have kids with her?"
Aragorn just nodded, avoiding eye contact.
Legolas bit down onto his lip.
"You said that you would burn Gondor for me, yet you can not even introduce me as your..partner to your people? You would kill them but not risk it to upset them?"
He said.
Aragorn stared at him in disbelief.
"So you are playing this card? Are you serious?"
Legolas already regretted saying that, shrinking in green cloak.
"I am the king of Gondor, Legolas! I can not just- do what I want! My main task is to satisfy my folk!"
Aragorn said, clearly upset.
"What about us Aragorn? You are forgetting yourself, myself. Ourselves."
"I can not be so egoistic, Legolas. I can not allow myself to be like that."
"It is not egoistic to take care of yourself and those whom you love!"
"I am your king! Now stop talking about that nonsense!"
Aragorn almost shouted.
It was like Legolas could not even recognise Aragorn for a moment.
"You are not my king."
Legolas hissed, making Arod take a few steps back.
"Legolas- I did not mean it like that, I am sorry- seas (please) forgive me"
Aragorn tried, but Legolas just shook his head.
"Forgive me, my majesty. We should turn back now, you have an interview in a few hours."
He said, whilst turning around and making his way back to Minas Tirith.
Aragorn hated it.
"Legolas, please do not call me that. I did not want to shout at you- I just- I do not know what happened."
Aragorn said, fear in his voice, fear to have broke something.
"Okay"
He did. He definitely did.

Aragorn sat in his throne, Legolas by his side.
They both knew, no matter how much Aragorn would shout at Legolas, no matter how much he was pushed away by him, he would never leave the side of the man whom he loved.
Never, yet till death would do them apart.

The reporter asked a few questions, as how Aragorn planned to change a few things, how Aragorn lived before and if Aragorn already chose a partner.
To all, expect for the last he gave good answers.
For example, he wanted to mingle with the people much more than someone has ever done before in Gondor, he wanted to teach the young people on how to fight, wanted to have a monthly hunt for food and wanted to try to get everyone a decent job, with decent payment.
"One question, you have been avoiding for the whole interview, your majesty. What about your partner? Have you already chosen?"
Aragorn and Legolas shared a quick knowing look, although it was a bit cold from the elf's side.
And before Aragorn could answer, the reporter already wrote something down and stood up.
"Thank you for making time for me, your majesty."
He said.
Aragorn nodded.
"You may leave now."
Legolas demanded, before watching him walk out of the two big hall doors.

"That was not as bad as I imagined"
Aragorn said, trying to start a conversation.
"Yes. Am I allowed to leave now?"
"Yes, but where are you-"
But before Aragorn could finish his sentence, Legolas was already walking out of the doors, too.
Aragorn sighed. If he could not do something with Legolas, he might as well do paperwork.