Hands running over hot bodies,
heavy breathing against one another,
smaller and louder moans,
words of affection happened in the room Legolas and Aragorn had spent the day in.

The sun rose, and with her,
the elven prince did too.
He stretched himself and let his hand run through his soft hair.
Legolas pulled the blanket off of him, watching out that Aragorn was still covered with it, but the ranger awoke, yawning loudly wich made Legolas flinch, as he never got used to it.
He always had lived amongst elves, and when he first started to travel around with Aragorn, his yawns were one of the things that startled Legolas about the humans.
It was.. so loud and sudden, just unpredictable.
Just like burps, but he got used to them over time, since Aragorn and Gimli meant it would be funny to have a burping competition almost every night. Before they would sleep!
And Legolas had to listen to them, with his poor sensitive elf ears, how his friends had burped their living soul out of their bodies.
He would never fully understand humans.
And dwarves were even more complicated.

He sighed and shook his head, but quickly his disgusted facade melted away when he heard Aragorn saying
„Good morning"
With his beautiful morning voice.
„Good morning meleth nín" (my love)
The elf answered, quickly finishing with dressing himself and sitting down besides his dear ranger to admire the view.
„You are beautiful, Aragorn"
He whispered, leaning down to kiss him.
But Aragorn backed away,
letting Legolas behind with an confused and slightly offended expression.

„No Legolas, you are beautiful.
You really are and I mean it.
And it is not just because you are an elf. I have seen other elves and they all were beautiful as well, but you, you are standing out.
Your hair is shining not only in the sun,
but in the darkest shadow, your eyes feel like the coldest water in the hottest days, yet the hottest water in the coldest days.
And not only your looks are beautiful, your voice is too, your character.
The whole you is beautiful and I love you with every heartbeat I own until I die."
Aragorn said, caressing Legolas' waist with his hands, his eyes pinned on the ones wich belonged to the other.

Legolas lay his arms around Aragorn's neck,
his eyes shining like Aragorn always had adored and loved.
„Gi melin" (I love you)
The elf whispered.
Then, he finally got the kiss he wanted, wich satisfied him fully.
„Let us eat now. After that, we shall take a walk. I have something we have to discuss."
Legolas said, wanting to pull Aragorn with him, when he noticed it.
„Dress yourself my dear ranger"
He grinned and disappeared out of the door.

After they had breakfast and Elrond's piercing eyes on them, the two started to walk around in the gardens of Rivendell.
Legolas took a deep breath and halted in one of the little flower gardens.
Blue chicories were growing there.
Probably, it reminded Aragorn of Arwen.
*Poor him..*
Legolas thought and wanted to continue with walking, when Aragorn stopped him.
„They remind me of you"
„What?"
„The chicories. They never reminded me of Arwen. They reminded me of you. And only you."
Legolas averted his gaze to the dunedain, but his eyes were still pinned onto the flower.
„It is beautiful"
„it is indeed"
He wanted to pull Aragorn into a kiss, but quickly stopped himself.
Just like his father had said; no one ever knows what might be lurking in the shadows.
„Shall we continue with our walk?"
The elf asked, drawing the other's
attention to him. Aragorn nodded and they started to walk again.

„What is it you wish to talk about?"
Aragorn finally asked.
„It is about the ruler of the white city."
Legolas started. Aragorn noticed how his voice changed. It was colder now, darker.

„He wants to go to war. Against all elves, my kin."
„Gondor is still quite destroyed, and how would he even manage to persuade the people? It is likely that at least some of them are still traumatized by the ring war"
Aragorn said, concern not being overheard.
„And who would be so foolish to start a war with the elves? It is clear that humans are inferior to them and-"
„I know Aragorn. I exactly thought what you are thinking now, and I still do, but we have to find a solution. Gimli and Gandalf will arrive soon. Maybe, we will travel with them to Gondor and settle everything very quickly,
or maybe we will fail miserably and another war will start amongst the elves and men.
Neither our folk, nor the people of Gondor, wishes for a war."
The prince mumbled.
„But what will we do when we arrive in Gondor?"
„You will have to insist on your rights Estel.
You are the rightful king of Gondor.
The heir to the throne!
And it seems like you can not run away from it.
if you do not come to the throne willingly,
it will come to you."
Aragorn almost knew that that answer
would come eventually.
And he never looked forward to it.

„If that is the way to prevent a war between two nations, I shall step upon it."

„Good."

Sorry if this chapter wasn't so good, I am very busy lately and I couldn't even read it through for any mistakes, so forgive me if it was bad! Also my sleeping rhythm is getting outta hand again-