I'm currently obsessed with Barduil like- they're so cuteeee?????? I would love to write about them but I gotta finish this story! And if- I am thinking about a Modern AU..
(Don't worry I still love Aralas❤️❤️)
Oh- and btw you HAVE to listen to
La leçon particulière by Francis Lai
that song is soo good❤️❤️

The group has walked for almost 5 hours,
at best.
Aragorn did not feel strained yet, but Gimli did. And he very much exclaimed that.
"Gimli, I beg you to keep silent my friend."
Legolas said, slightly annoyed.
Gimli rolled his eyes, but fortunately stayed quiet. The ranger eyed his elf and was once more astonished at how beautiful he was.

Every single time he looked at him, his body ached for his touch.
Every single time he touched the elf, he longed for more.
Every single time he heard the other's voice, it felt like cold water ran over his back, making him shiver.
Aragorn realised how Legolas had him wrapped around his finger.
So much, that he could make Aragorn do everything for him,
without a question, doubt nor hesitation.
If Legolas told him to lit Gondor on fire, he would do it. He would go through every yet so little village, would let his torch run over every wood, everything that was possible to light up in the orange-red flame.
Perhaps, this way of thinking was not healthy, maybe, it was even toxic.
Perhaps, one day it would lead Aragorn into his death.
But he would gladly die, if it was for the one whom he loved. Even, if it was only of the slightest bit of satisfaction for Legolas.

More time passed, filled with walking, complains from the smaller companion and a setting sun, wich finally made the other three agree with the dwarf to rest.

The next day, they continued their walk. Gandalf already started mumbling something about leaving their side for a while. Aragorn was a little sad because of that, not that he was not used to it, he just felt more safer when Gandalf was with them. But as long as Legolas stayed with him, he could walk through every danger of Middle Earth and feel secure.

Day after day passed, Gandalf left them and said they shall wait for him in Gondor, he will surely arrive there, and they came nearer and nearer to Gondor. But once they arrived in a rather bigger villages in Gondor, a guard stopped them. He had brown short hair, a beard wich looked like it was not shaved for like a week and he was slightly taller than Legolas, yet smaller than Aragorn.
"May I ask, what is your business here, ranger?"
He asked- no, he had a demanding tone in his voice. And Legolas did not like that.
He almost spoke up, but Aragorn was faster.
In controlling himself in such situations, where someone else was rather disrespectful, Aragorn was far better than Legolas, who inherited the short temper from his father.
"We are just passer-by's, wishing for a place to stay for the night."
Aragorn tried, but the guard rolled his eyes.
"I know who I am speaking to, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. The one, who stepped back on the throne. May I ask, where you scared?"
More, he was not capable of to speak, as he already had a bow pointed to his chest.
"How dare you speak so disrespectfully to the rightful heir to the throne?"
Legolas hissed, ears twitching annoyed.
The guard raised his arms,
acting like he was innocent.
"Legolas."
Aragorn said, his hand slow and carefully pushing away the bow.
Legolas sighed and let his arms sink.
"Yeah, that is right, keep your little elf under control, I do not want to get bitten"
"What?!"
Now it was Gimli's turn to defence his friend.
Aragorn also was provoked by that sentence, but Legolas did not seem to be hurt. Yet if he would, Aragorn would, for sure, kill the guard with his own hands.
"The elf is worth more than you and your fucking ugly horse you're riding on lad!"
Gimli growled loudly.
Legolas looked a bit surprised at Gimli, but quickly drove his attention back to the guard, who now grabbed Aragorn by the shirt, pulling him closer. Only Legolas was allowed to do that!
The elf reacted quickly, his hand flying down on the wrist wich held Aragorn, followed by a pleasant crack. The guard screamed out in pain, letting go of Legolas' human. Gimli grinned as he watched him fleeing into the village.
"That's right! You better get lost on your way to mommy!"
He shouted after him.
"Great work, now we will have to walk through the night."
Aragorn mumbled, yet he was amused at the dwarf and elven duo.

As Aragorn has already said, they walked through the night, Legolas and Gimli gossiping about humans, yet Legolas, every 5 minutes, made it clear that Aragorn was an exception, wich made the ranger smile every time.
But he wondered, why did the guard say such a thing? The people of Gondor did seem to understand his choice at least a little bit, so why was the man so critical about it?
Aragorn sighed, letting his hand run over Legolas'. He intertwined their hands,
loving how soft and unharmed Legolas' skin felt on his own rough one.
If Gimli would not be there, Aragorn would have brought the prince's hand to his lips, placing soft kisses on it, like how they deserved.
Not only Legolas' hands, his whole body.
Aragorn longed for kissing every inch of it, yet he had to restrain himself of course, since Gimli was there. Not that he was not thankful for it, but he just really wanted a bit privacy with the elf.
The ranger sighed and let his thumb run over Legolas' hand before squeezing it lightly, drawing the elf's attention to him.
Well- that was not his intention, but instead of a asking face, he just got a warm smile, wich turned into laughter because of something what Gimli said. But Aragorn just saw Legolas face.
He just heard his laughter, wich was like a beautiful melody, making Aragorn wanting to turn the music on full volume, making him feel like he was flying.
Oh, how much he adored that elf.

I'm pretty satisfied with this chapter, although it's just Aragorn simping for Legolas, thinking about how much he loves him, but i've put my heart and soul into trying to express it as poetic as it could be..
Love u guys❤️❤️