Note: This is a song fic to `You Sang To Me' by Marc Anthony. The lyrics are tied to Aragorn's feelings. Contains A/L slash and major angst! Warning: Aragorn is a little cruel to Legolas unintentionally in this fic! None of these characters or the song belong to me! If I get at least ten reviews requesting it, I'll write another chapter.
Midnight In The Cavern
Legolas Greenleaf sat next to the sleeping form of Aragorn. The blond archer looked exhausted, for he had been awake for days now, with no rest. He refused to sleep, for he was watching over his injured friend.
A bandage was wrapped around the elf's head, with a dry blood stain on it. His breathing was no longer raspy, and Legolas had managed to hide his now-healed broken ribs from the human fairly well. Legolas was not concerned for himself. His wounds were superficial and would be gone by two days time.
The archer was more worried about Aragorn. The human had a concussion and a sprained ankle, from when the ground they'd been standing on had suddenly collapsed and trapped them down in this cavern. Legolas himself would not have been injured, if he had not shielded Aragorn from the worst of the fall. He was immortal and could not die, while the human could. The elf knew his healing ability would tend to his wounds, while he cared for Aragorn's. They had been trapped in here for nearly two weeks.
It had been instinct to wrap his graceful body around Aragorn's to take the majority of the fall. A dangerous gamble, yes, but which had saved the life of the heir of Isildur. But Legolas also knew that there was another reason that he had protected this human. It was quite simple, really. He loved Aragorn with his entire heart, but the human had never indicated or reciprocated his feelings. So Legolas had kept it silent, though he was slightly angry at Aragorn, for the elf had tried to warn him that the ground was not sturdy.
Now they were both trapped down here. Aragorn could walk if he leaned on Legolas, which he did, with the elf supporting most of is weight. The rest of the Fellowship had no idea that they were even down here, for the two had been scouting ahead when this had occurred.
Aragorn awoke when he heard a sigh from Legolas. The human turned towards the elf and flinched as he once again saw the bandages on the injuries that Legolas had received in the foolish action which had saved his life. His injuries did not pain him, for he did have enough diluted Elven blood to make him heal faster than most humans, but not as fast as an elf. And Aragorn was not immortal, though he did have a long lifespan. His ankle, which had been broken, had healed in two weeks time to a very minor sprain. His concussion was nearly gone and no longer hurt. Not for the first time did Aragorn wish that he had listened to Legolas's warning.
`Why are you awake?' Legolas questioned in Elvish. `You need to rest, Aragorn, and let your body heal itself.'
`I cannot sleep. My mind is too troubled,' Aragorn admitted. `I should have listened to you, Legolas. You did try to warn me.'
`Yes, you should have heeded me,' Legolas said sharply. `An elf knows the land better than anyone.'
Aragorn sighed. They had been arguing about this constantly. `I worry for our friends as well, Legolas. They may believe we are dead and leave without us.'
`Frodo will not let them, unless they find our bodies,' Legolas reasonably pointed out, knowing his words to be true. `We will be rescued, Aragorn. And we'll finally be out of this cave.' The elf hid a shudder. His dislike of caves was not known to many, save for Aragorn. Legolas had hidden it well in the Mines of Moira. He looked over at Aragorn and saw the worry in Aragorn's gray eyes. Their food supply was running low, and Legolas had forced Aragorn to eat most of it. Elves were much hardier than most humans gave them credit for. Though Legolas was tremendously thinner than he had been before they'd fallen, his physical abilities had not been affected so far.
`Legolas?' Aragorn questioned, bringing the elf out of his thoughts. He was hesitant to make his request, for he could see how tired Legolas was, and the human hated to show weakness. But he would do so just this once. It was the only source of comfort he dared to ask for. The other would be too much to request from a friend, even one from the promiscuous race of Elves.
`Yes?' Legolas looked at Aragorn, who flinched when he got direct look at how thin the elf's face was.
Aragorn asked, `Will you sing me a song, Legolas? It may take my mind off of our predicament for a while and help me relax.' It wouldn't be the first time that the blond elf had done so. While Aragorn had drifted in and out of consciousness those first few days, Legolas had cared for him without being asked to, and sang to him as he did so. The songs always made Aragorn feel better, in more ways than one.
Legolas could barely keep his eyes open, but he agreed anyway, for he loved Aragorn so. He licked his lips and began a song of journeying.
Aragorn relaxed as the elf's pleasant voice echoed through the caverns, as he became more enthusiastic in the song.
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I just wanted you to comfort me
When I called you late last night you see
I was fallin' into love
Oh yes, I was crashin' into love
Oh of all the words you sang to me
About life, the truth and bein' free yeah
You sang to me, oh how you sang to me
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Legolas let his voice die away, as he looked at Aragorn, hoping for approval.
`Well done, my friend,' Aragorn said. `Continue.'
So Legolas did. He sang of the forest, of the stars, and of some of the Elves who had departed to the West. And as he did so, he gazed into Aragorn's eyes.
Aragorn nodded each time for Legolas to continue, for he enjoyed watching the beautiful elf singing. It made him look happy and relaxed, which the blond archer had not been for days. Aragorn watched wistfully, wishing he dared to name his request. He was attracted to the elf and desired him badly.
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I live off how you make me feel
So I question all this bein' real
Cuz I'm not afraid to love
For the first time I'm not afraid of love
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Legolas stopped singing, when he saw the way Aragorn was looking at him. For a moment, he was afraid that Aragorn had seen his love for him in his eyes.
Aragorn felt a rush of desire go through him, as Legolas stood and came closer to him, before he knelt in front of him. He needed the elf badly.
`What do you want, Aragorn?' Legolas questioned softly. He was referring to herbs and potions, of course, and was not prepared for the answer that the human gave him.
Aragorn grabbed him and kissed him hard. Legolas yelped slightly in surprise, as his lips were crushed by Aragorn's. He could taste the need and desire on the man, so Legolas kissed him back, fueled with centuries of experience.
`You,' Aragorn hissed, his fingers flying through the fine hair that the beautiful elf had. `I want you. Just for one night.' His rough hands pulled at the elf's tunic feverishly, for he could not control his burning passion for the beautiful creature in front of him. And increased emotions and desires was a side effect of one of the herbs that was treating Aragorn's concussion.
Pain shone in Legolas's eyes. To be used for one night and tossed aside by the one he loved broke his heart. But he could not deny anything to Aragorn. `As you wish,' Legolas whispered. He forced his heart behind his mask of cheerfulness. As he reached for the human, he suffered another blow to his heart.
`I will be in control,' Aragorn said, as he removed the shirt and tunic from the elf, before he removed his own. `Lay down.' His voice was harsh with desire, for this was his fantasy; to have Legolas be with him and do as he said. He wanted to see if the elf could ever submit to another.
Legolas lay down, and knew he would probably hate himself for this later. But better one night in Aragorn's arms than none at all.
A smile crossed Aragorn's face, as he positioned himself on top of the elf, and kissed him again. Satisfaction burned through him, as Legolas kissed him back, slipping his tongue into the human's mouth. Aragorn forced his own tongue into Legolas's mouth as he ran his fingers over the elf's flawless skin. Anger raged in him when Legolas tried to do the same to him, and he grabbed the elf's wrists. Shock entered Legolas when Aragorn hissed angrily, `I am in control. You will do what I say, when I say it.' His desire had been pent up for so long, that Aragorn could not control this desperate need.
Part of Legolas died, as he nodded slowly. He'd agreed that Aragorn was in charge. He went still, as the human above him sent him into torment, before removing their leggings. And the elf just lay there, as Aragorn took him savagely the first time, and several times after that, meekly doing whatever Aragorn told him to. For when he did not, the human had actually struck him. And he despised himself for getting aroused, though he never got his own pleasure fulfilled.
Aragorn didn't notice the bleakness in Legolas's eyes, as he finally rolled off the elf hours later. He also did not see the bruises that were now coloring Legolas's body. He went from orgasm into sleep. When Legolas attempted to get up, Aragorn put his arms around the elf and held him tightly. So Legolas lay there that night, stiff and unmoving, until Aragorn awoke early the next morning.
Legolas was sore all over and his muscles ached. He acted as if nothing had happened between them, however, as did Aragorn. The two continued on their journey, traveling silently as they neared the exit. But each night from then on, the same request was made. And the same thing happened each time, until the morning of the day that they would reach the cave's exit. Aragorn's injuries and Legolas's own were healed finally.
Legolas looked at Aragorn as he slept, early in the morning, unaware that the human was awake and feigning sleep, so that he could watch Legolas. The elf briefly lowered his guard, letting his love for Aragorn show. In spite of how he was being used, Legolas still loved him a little.
Aragorn opened his eyes just in time to see the unguarded look on the elf's face as he gazed at him. Love shone in his eyes, as the elf looked at him. Full memories of what he had been doing to Legolas each night came rushing back to him, as this new revelation shocked him. Oh god! Legolas was in love with him, and he treated him like...
Legolas sat up, and removed Aragorn's arms from his waist, for his sharp ears caught the sounds of someone approaching. Aragorn was horrified when he saw the bruises that he had put on the elf, as the elf gracefully stood.
`God, Legolas, why didn't you tell me?' Aragorn demanded, as he sat up as well. `You love me and you just let me use you as a whore? Why didn't I see it before?'
`You want my body, not love,' Legolas said honestly. The elf dressed himself, as he turned away from the human.
Aragorn could say nothing. He knew the elf was right. And yet part of him vehemently disagreed with that. He thought back and realized that the signs had been there. Legolas had done everything that Aragorn had ever asked for him without question, save for the ground collapsing under them. And when he sang for him, his emotions were written in his eyes.
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All the while you were in front of me I never realized
I jus' can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes
I didn't see it, I can't believe it
Oh but I feel it
When you sing to me
How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies
And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes
I didn't see it, I can't believe it
Oh but I feel it
When you sing to me
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Just to think you live inside of me
I had no idea how this could be
Now I'm crazy for your love
Can't believe I'm crazy for your love
The words you said you sang to me
And you showed me where I wanna be
Yeah, you sang to me, oh you sang to me
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`Forgive me, Legolas,' Aragorn whispered. He felt like a monster for doing what he had done to the elf. Aragorn ignored the fact that part of it had been because of the herb. The majority had been from his own desire. But he wondered if he could ever love Legolas the way the elf had loved him. And part of him believed he could.
Legolas looked at him neutrally, before packing his travel bag. He didn't say a word, as he stood there.
Both heard the sounds of their names being called by the rest of the Fellowship suddenly. They ignored it, until Aragorn finally shouted back. He then turned back to the elf, a silent pleading for forgiveness written on his face.
`You didn't want to see it,' the elf finally said, before turning and walking away, towards where their friends were.
And Aragorn was left there in despair.
The End (maybe)
Midnight In The Cavern
Legolas Greenleaf sat next to the sleeping form of Aragorn. The blond archer looked exhausted, for he had been awake for days now, with no rest. He refused to sleep, for he was watching over his injured friend.
A bandage was wrapped around the elf's head, with a dry blood stain on it. His breathing was no longer raspy, and Legolas had managed to hide his now-healed broken ribs from the human fairly well. Legolas was not concerned for himself. His wounds were superficial and would be gone by two days time.
The archer was more worried about Aragorn. The human had a concussion and a sprained ankle, from when the ground they'd been standing on had suddenly collapsed and trapped them down in this cavern. Legolas himself would not have been injured, if he had not shielded Aragorn from the worst of the fall. He was immortal and could not die, while the human could. The elf knew his healing ability would tend to his wounds, while he cared for Aragorn's. They had been trapped in here for nearly two weeks.
It had been instinct to wrap his graceful body around Aragorn's to take the majority of the fall. A dangerous gamble, yes, but which had saved the life of the heir of Isildur. But Legolas also knew that there was another reason that he had protected this human. It was quite simple, really. He loved Aragorn with his entire heart, but the human had never indicated or reciprocated his feelings. So Legolas had kept it silent, though he was slightly angry at Aragorn, for the elf had tried to warn him that the ground was not sturdy.
Now they were both trapped down here. Aragorn could walk if he leaned on Legolas, which he did, with the elf supporting most of is weight. The rest of the Fellowship had no idea that they were even down here, for the two had been scouting ahead when this had occurred.
Aragorn awoke when he heard a sigh from Legolas. The human turned towards the elf and flinched as he once again saw the bandages on the injuries that Legolas had received in the foolish action which had saved his life. His injuries did not pain him, for he did have enough diluted Elven blood to make him heal faster than most humans, but not as fast as an elf. And Aragorn was not immortal, though he did have a long lifespan. His ankle, which had been broken, had healed in two weeks time to a very minor sprain. His concussion was nearly gone and no longer hurt. Not for the first time did Aragorn wish that he had listened to Legolas's warning.
`Why are you awake?' Legolas questioned in Elvish. `You need to rest, Aragorn, and let your body heal itself.'
`I cannot sleep. My mind is too troubled,' Aragorn admitted. `I should have listened to you, Legolas. You did try to warn me.'
`Yes, you should have heeded me,' Legolas said sharply. `An elf knows the land better than anyone.'
Aragorn sighed. They had been arguing about this constantly. `I worry for our friends as well, Legolas. They may believe we are dead and leave without us.'
`Frodo will not let them, unless they find our bodies,' Legolas reasonably pointed out, knowing his words to be true. `We will be rescued, Aragorn. And we'll finally be out of this cave.' The elf hid a shudder. His dislike of caves was not known to many, save for Aragorn. Legolas had hidden it well in the Mines of Moira. He looked over at Aragorn and saw the worry in Aragorn's gray eyes. Their food supply was running low, and Legolas had forced Aragorn to eat most of it. Elves were much hardier than most humans gave them credit for. Though Legolas was tremendously thinner than he had been before they'd fallen, his physical abilities had not been affected so far.
`Legolas?' Aragorn questioned, bringing the elf out of his thoughts. He was hesitant to make his request, for he could see how tired Legolas was, and the human hated to show weakness. But he would do so just this once. It was the only source of comfort he dared to ask for. The other would be too much to request from a friend, even one from the promiscuous race of Elves.
`Yes?' Legolas looked at Aragorn, who flinched when he got direct look at how thin the elf's face was.
Aragorn asked, `Will you sing me a song, Legolas? It may take my mind off of our predicament for a while and help me relax.' It wouldn't be the first time that the blond elf had done so. While Aragorn had drifted in and out of consciousness those first few days, Legolas had cared for him without being asked to, and sang to him as he did so. The songs always made Aragorn feel better, in more ways than one.
Legolas could barely keep his eyes open, but he agreed anyway, for he loved Aragorn so. He licked his lips and began a song of journeying.
Aragorn relaxed as the elf's pleasant voice echoed through the caverns, as he became more enthusiastic in the song.
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I just wanted you to comfort me
When I called you late last night you see
I was fallin' into love
Oh yes, I was crashin' into love
Oh of all the words you sang to me
About life, the truth and bein' free yeah
You sang to me, oh how you sang to me
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Legolas let his voice die away, as he looked at Aragorn, hoping for approval.
`Well done, my friend,' Aragorn said. `Continue.'
So Legolas did. He sang of the forest, of the stars, and of some of the Elves who had departed to the West. And as he did so, he gazed into Aragorn's eyes.
Aragorn nodded each time for Legolas to continue, for he enjoyed watching the beautiful elf singing. It made him look happy and relaxed, which the blond archer had not been for days. Aragorn watched wistfully, wishing he dared to name his request. He was attracted to the elf and desired him badly.
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I live off how you make me feel
So I question all this bein' real
Cuz I'm not afraid to love
For the first time I'm not afraid of love
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Legolas stopped singing, when he saw the way Aragorn was looking at him. For a moment, he was afraid that Aragorn had seen his love for him in his eyes.
Aragorn felt a rush of desire go through him, as Legolas stood and came closer to him, before he knelt in front of him. He needed the elf badly.
`What do you want, Aragorn?' Legolas questioned softly. He was referring to herbs and potions, of course, and was not prepared for the answer that the human gave him.
Aragorn grabbed him and kissed him hard. Legolas yelped slightly in surprise, as his lips were crushed by Aragorn's. He could taste the need and desire on the man, so Legolas kissed him back, fueled with centuries of experience.
`You,' Aragorn hissed, his fingers flying through the fine hair that the beautiful elf had. `I want you. Just for one night.' His rough hands pulled at the elf's tunic feverishly, for he could not control his burning passion for the beautiful creature in front of him. And increased emotions and desires was a side effect of one of the herbs that was treating Aragorn's concussion.
Pain shone in Legolas's eyes. To be used for one night and tossed aside by the one he loved broke his heart. But he could not deny anything to Aragorn. `As you wish,' Legolas whispered. He forced his heart behind his mask of cheerfulness. As he reached for the human, he suffered another blow to his heart.
`I will be in control,' Aragorn said, as he removed the shirt and tunic from the elf, before he removed his own. `Lay down.' His voice was harsh with desire, for this was his fantasy; to have Legolas be with him and do as he said. He wanted to see if the elf could ever submit to another.
Legolas lay down, and knew he would probably hate himself for this later. But better one night in Aragorn's arms than none at all.
A smile crossed Aragorn's face, as he positioned himself on top of the elf, and kissed him again. Satisfaction burned through him, as Legolas kissed him back, slipping his tongue into the human's mouth. Aragorn forced his own tongue into Legolas's mouth as he ran his fingers over the elf's flawless skin. Anger raged in him when Legolas tried to do the same to him, and he grabbed the elf's wrists. Shock entered Legolas when Aragorn hissed angrily, `I am in control. You will do what I say, when I say it.' His desire had been pent up for so long, that Aragorn could not control this desperate need.
Part of Legolas died, as he nodded slowly. He'd agreed that Aragorn was in charge. He went still, as the human above him sent him into torment, before removing their leggings. And the elf just lay there, as Aragorn took him savagely the first time, and several times after that, meekly doing whatever Aragorn told him to. For when he did not, the human had actually struck him. And he despised himself for getting aroused, though he never got his own pleasure fulfilled.
Aragorn didn't notice the bleakness in Legolas's eyes, as he finally rolled off the elf hours later. He also did not see the bruises that were now coloring Legolas's body. He went from orgasm into sleep. When Legolas attempted to get up, Aragorn put his arms around the elf and held him tightly. So Legolas lay there that night, stiff and unmoving, until Aragorn awoke early the next morning.
Legolas was sore all over and his muscles ached. He acted as if nothing had happened between them, however, as did Aragorn. The two continued on their journey, traveling silently as they neared the exit. But each night from then on, the same request was made. And the same thing happened each time, until the morning of the day that they would reach the cave's exit. Aragorn's injuries and Legolas's own were healed finally.
Legolas looked at Aragorn as he slept, early in the morning, unaware that the human was awake and feigning sleep, so that he could watch Legolas. The elf briefly lowered his guard, letting his love for Aragorn show. In spite of how he was being used, Legolas still loved him a little.
Aragorn opened his eyes just in time to see the unguarded look on the elf's face as he gazed at him. Love shone in his eyes, as the elf looked at him. Full memories of what he had been doing to Legolas each night came rushing back to him, as this new revelation shocked him. Oh god! Legolas was in love with him, and he treated him like...
Legolas sat up, and removed Aragorn's arms from his waist, for his sharp ears caught the sounds of someone approaching. Aragorn was horrified when he saw the bruises that he had put on the elf, as the elf gracefully stood.
`God, Legolas, why didn't you tell me?' Aragorn demanded, as he sat up as well. `You love me and you just let me use you as a whore? Why didn't I see it before?'
`You want my body, not love,' Legolas said honestly. The elf dressed himself, as he turned away from the human.
Aragorn could say nothing. He knew the elf was right. And yet part of him vehemently disagreed with that. He thought back and realized that the signs had been there. Legolas had done everything that Aragorn had ever asked for him without question, save for the ground collapsing under them. And when he sang for him, his emotions were written in his eyes.
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All the while you were in front of me I never realized
I jus' can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes
I didn't see it, I can't believe it
Oh but I feel it
When you sing to me
How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies
And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes
I didn't see it, I can't believe it
Oh but I feel it
When you sing to me
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Just to think you live inside of me
I had no idea how this could be
Now I'm crazy for your love
Can't believe I'm crazy for your love
The words you said you sang to me
And you showed me where I wanna be
Yeah, you sang to me, oh you sang to me
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`Forgive me, Legolas,' Aragorn whispered. He felt like a monster for doing what he had done to the elf. Aragorn ignored the fact that part of it had been because of the herb. The majority had been from his own desire. But he wondered if he could ever love Legolas the way the elf had loved him. And part of him believed he could.
Legolas looked at him neutrally, before packing his travel bag. He didn't say a word, as he stood there.
Both heard the sounds of their names being called by the rest of the Fellowship suddenly. They ignored it, until Aragorn finally shouted back. He then turned back to the elf, a silent pleading for forgiveness written on his face.
`You didn't want to see it,' the elf finally said, before turning and walking away, towards where their friends were.
And Aragorn was left there in despair.
The End (maybe)