Note: This is an A/L slash fic! The R Rating still stands for mention of assault and attempted rape. Not sure what effeminate means. Legolas isn't acting like a girl; the soldiers just thought he was one. Elvish speech is in ' '. Gets a bit lemony!

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Part 14

Legolas first said, 'Your father and Elrohir have been very kind, Aragorn. They've helped me tremendously, especially after you left.'

'What about Elladan?' Aragorn questioned, feeling slightly guilty.

The archer shook his head. 'I did not come here only because I missed and loved you, Aragorn. Ever since you left, he's been trying to do one thing.'

Aragorn frowned. 'Trying to do what?'

'I think you know.' Legolas gave the one he loved a knowing look.

'I'll kill him…' Aragorn breathed angrily. Fire burned in his eyes. 'Did he succeed?'

Legolas sighed. 'No. But he came close a few times. Elrohir thought it best for me to come here and be with you, to get away from Elladan.'

A coarse hand touched the bruises and bite marks on Legolas' neck gently. 'These look fresh,' Aragorn murmured.

'Because they are, Aragorn. Elladan tried again, right before the messenger with your letter arrived.' Legolas did not appear visibly upset; Elladan had not succeeded, after all, and the blond beauty knew he was quite safe here. And he was with Aragorn, which made him happy.

The half Elf was pleased to see that Legolas had recovered his confidence, despite what Elladan had been putting him through, and after what had been done to him for so long at Mirkwood. 'Are you all right?' Aragorn gently asked, in case it was just an act Legolas was putting on. Privately, he decided to get revenge on Elladan for what he had been doing to Legolas.

How dared his foster brother try to take his lover against his will, Aragorn thought angrily. Legolas belonged to him and no one else. Elladan would learn that lesson painfully when he returned to Mirkwood, Aragorn vowed.

Legolas playfully swatted the one he loved on the arm. 'I'm here with you. How can I not be all right?' A genuine smile lit up his face.

That was all the invitation that the half Elf needed.

Aragorn eagerly took Legolas in his arms, pulling the willing Elf closer to him. They kissed tenderly, before the archer took control, pushing his tongue into the warm, moist mouth eagerly. Delicate kisses were trailed down Aragorn's neck, as two slender hands slipped under the shirt that the half Elf wore. They skimmed across the well-muscled chest, teasing skillfully, as Legolas claimed Aragorn's lips again.

Aragorn, for his part, was aroused as he felt that sweet, perfect tongue teasing his own, as soft fingers did feather-like touches across his waist, before Legolas pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, smiling slyly. The dark-haired figure reached for his lover, only to have his hands knocked away. The hurt Aragorn felt was eased by the quick smile that the Elf gave him, right before his shirt started being removed.

A soft hiss of pain brought Aragorn out of the bliss he felt, and he looked up to see a wince on Legolas' face, as he touched his side. The half Elf tugged Legolas' shirt over his head, now that there was no resistance, wanting to see what pained him. A few bruises stood out on pale, ivory skin, but nothing appeared to be broken, as Aragorn gingerly touched them.

'You ok?' he whispered, seeing his beautiful lover flinch.

Legolas smiled and kissed Aragorn hard. 'They're just a bit sore,' he whispered back, before he fully covered his lover's body with his own, ignoring the pain. Desire and warmth coursed between the two, as Legolas' tongue shoved into Aragorn's mouth again, silencing his cries as a hand slipped into his breeches and began expertly teasing him, making Aragorn beg for more.

Which Legolas willingly gave him. The two celebrated their reunion in the most pleasurable way of all, until both were spent, with their clothes strewn all over the floor.

Legolas still lay on Aragorn, who slyly smiled. 'Tired?' he teased, noticing the panting that the beautiful one was doing. He easily reversed their positions, and covered Legolas' mouth with his own, as well as covering the slender, perfect body. Slightly coarse hands traced the beautiful face, which had blond hair clinging to it.

A moan of pleasure sounded, followed by a faint whimper of pain. Aragorn eased off of Legolas and frowned thoughtfully. 'Maybe you should bind those, Legolas,' he suggested.

Legolas sighed in agreement, before yawning slightly. It had been a long trip, after all, and dominating over Aragorn had been tiring, but very satisfying. He smirked a little. 'Why don't you bind them?' Amusement danced in his green eyes, as they met Aragorn's grey ones.

Aragorn willingly did so, pulling out what he needed from his bag, before bidding Legolas to sit up, which the blond beauty did, yawning again. His ribs were quickly wrapped, making them feel much better. Legolas stretched back out on the bed then, half asleep.

Aragorn brushed the blond hair out of Legolas' face and smiled fondly, as he felt his lover lean towards the touch. He wanted to do more with Legolas right now, but saw the fatigue in those green eyes. His lover needed rest, to recuperate from such a long trip and his small injuries. Aragorn silently replaced his own leggings and shirt, before he carefully sat Legolas up long enough to put the leggings on him again, which was not easy, considering the archer was leaning against him, nearly asleep.

Then Aragorn tenderly lay the Elf down again on his bed, covering him with a small blanket. Blond hair trailed over the pillow, as Legolas began to succumb to sleep against his will.

'I love you,' he whispered faintly

Aragorn gently kissed those sweet lips again. 'I know. Rest, dear one.' He fussed for a few moments, positioning the blanket just right, so that while Legolas was asleep, he could put herbs on the marks that Elladan had left on that perfect throat.

Legolas sighed, before drifting into sleep, secure in the knowledge that he was with Aragorn and nothing could separate them again. He wouldn't let it. His father had tried and, eventually, had failed; Elladan had tried and also failed.

Aragorn applied the aloe from a few herbs onto Legolas' neck as carefully as he could, trying not to awaken the sleeping beauty. The Elf stirred silently but remained asleep as his lover finished his ministrations.

"Dunadan?" a voice from the entrance of the tent questioned.

Aragorn silently bit back an annoyed response, and went over to the flaps. He untied them and peered out. It was the commander that he was subordinate to, Aragorn realized.

"Yes?" he replied, wondering what his commander wanted.

"I need to speak with you," the commander responded sternly.

Aragorn stepped aside, not caring if his superior saw Legolas in his tent or not. It was where his lover belonged, with him and no other.

The commander entered, and raised an eyebrow at the pretty figure asleep in the bed. The pointed ears were hidden in the loose, flowing, blond hair, as the figure shifted slightly, seemingly aware that he was being scrutinized. The commander shook his head, before turning to Aragorn.

He stated flatly, "You know the rule, Dunadan. No women are allowed here."

Aragorn choked. His superior thought Legolas was a girl? The thought made him want to laugh. "Sir, Legolas is not a girl."

"Don't play me for a fool," the commander said, frowning.

"I'm not, sir." Aragorn walked over to the bed and slid the blanket down, showing his male lover's bare chest.

The commander flushed brightly. "But…he's so…"

Aragorn pulled the blanket back up, and carefully smoothed the hair off of one of Legolas' pointed ears. "He is an Elf, sir."

"I…see," the commander said slowly, before walking over to peer down at the sleeping Elf, admiring the beautiful creature. "So this is why you have been distracted," he mused.

Aragorn nodded. "I missed him, sir, and he only just arrived today."

A sigh escaped from Aragorn's superior. "I suppose he can stay… but try not to cause any problems, Dunadan. If problems do arise, tell me and I will put a stop to them." The commander shot Aragorn an admiring glance, for having one so lovely in his bed, before he turned to leave. "I would like to speak with him when he awakens."

"I'll tell him, sir," Aragorn answered, secretly pleased that his superior was jealous of him, because Legolas was his.

After the commander had left, Aragorn sat in a chair beside the bed, stroking the blond head gently. He wondered how many people had made the same mistake, believing Legolas to be a female.

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Rivendell

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Elladan and Elrohir were glaring at each other silently. Blood streamed from Elladan's nose and split lip, and covered Elrohir's fist.

'How dare you attack him again, Elladan! Father will banish you for certain this time,' Elrohir snapped. His younger twin had hidden for days, until he had finally found him.

'Over Legolas? An outsider over one of his own children? I doubt it,' Elladan scoffed, though secretly worried. His father would be furious.

Elrohir looked disgusted. 'When did you become so selfish and boastful, brother?' he shouted, loathing in his voice. 'When did you decide it was all right to force yourself onto someone, no matter how many times they told you no?'

The twin sons of Elrond glowered at the other, before they were distracted by the sounds of approaching horses.

King Thranduil of Mirkwood, along with ten of his best archers, stormed through the gates of Rivendell. The archers from Mirkwood instantly notched their arrows, causing the Rivendell archers to do the same.

Elrohir turned away from Elladan, and went over to the nearby balcony, peering down at the entourage from Mirkwood. His face paled slightly, and he wished that his father was here. Elrond was best at dealing with Thranduil.

'Give me my son!' Thranduil shouted drunkenly. 'Or else Haldir of Lothlorien will be executed for aiding and abetting a traitor!'

To be continued