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Note: This is a new story, the story about Legolas and Aragorn and how they meet and start to have more then friendly feelings for each other. It is my birthday today but here is a present for you. Let's go.

Years before the One Ring was found, it lay dormant, awaiting it's time. The Darkness was gathering but the times were lighter then the years before the Ring was found. In those years a young man walked this Earth, raising as Estel by Lord Elrond of Rivendell, he had only learned of his true inheriting days before, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, chieftain of the Dunedan.

The young man had fallen in love with the daughter of Elrond, Arwen Undomiel, Elrond had learned of this and told the boy that if he wished for his daughter's hand in marriage that he would have to become the King of Gondor. Aragorn faced with a choice left Rivendell to find his own way in the wild. Little did he know at the time that going to Mirkwood to give a letter to King Thranduil would decide his fate, that of the King's son and Arwen. It would bring him friendship but heartache to the one he loves, this is the tale of Aragorn and Legolas, how they met, became friends, saved each other's life and became the lovers that they are after Arwen died.

"How can anybody live in a forest this dark?" Aragorn softly muttered to himself. He shook his head, trying to get his hair untangled from the branches of the tree. He looked around; he was 21 and had learned about 3 months ago that he was somebody who he had never thought possible. He shook his head again, there had to be wood elves in these woods somewhere, but where?

"Hold still, right there!" A command made Aragorn freeze. He did not dare to look around in fear of being shot. He swallowed and wished he was fast enough to reach for his sword but knew he was not. "I am a friend, at least if you are one of the wood Elves of Thranduil." He spoke quickly in Sindar.

He looked to the right when a blond Elf stepped out of the bushes. Piercing blue eyes locked into his grey ones and Aragorn swallowed again, he could feel his stomach doing a weird flip. The Elf cocked his head and answered. "How do you know of the Elven langue? You are a mere human."

"I will tell you if you would put the bow away, and maybe we can sit down. It has been a long day and I am tired, being a mere human." Aragorn answered, resting his weight more on his right leg, he had hurt his left ankle falling over a tree trunks.

The corners of the mouth of the Elf twitched and he nodded, putting the arrow back into the quiver tight on his back. He stepped away and then walked to the left, Aragorn followed him and soon they came upon a camp, the Elf pointed to a fire and said. "Go ahead and sit down, then tell me your tale."

Aragorn did and stretched his leg with a soft moan, the Elf's ears perked up and he looked up, asking. "Are you hurt?"

"I fell over tree trunks and hurt my ankle." Aragorn answered, grinning sheepishly. The Elf came over, crouching down next to the human. He looked up and his eyes were softer and Aragorn felt something he had never felt before, attraction to this Elf. "Can I have a look at it?"

Aragorn nodded and gently yet swiftly his boot was removed, exposing his ankle to the night sky, it had thickened and Aragorn saw the Elf grimace before he gently began probing the wound, Aragorn hissed much to the Elf's amusement and he stood up again, saying. "I will bind it, and then you must wait until we come upon Lord Thranduil's halls which will be tomorrow."

Aragorn nodded and asked. "What is your name? I would like to know the name of the Elf who is taking such a good care of me." Aragorn gently asked, not wanting to scare the Elf off.

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, Elf of Mirkwood." Legolas answered. Aragorn's eyes belched and he asked. "Prince Legolas Greenleaf? The son of King Thranduil?"

Legolas's gaze was turned to the floor and his eyes narrowed before he answered. "Aye, that would be me. The Crown Prince of Mirkwood." Something in his voice made Aragorn wanted to take back that question.

"It is nice meeting you, my Lord, I am…" He then fell silent debating weather to trust Legolas or not. "I am Estel as they call me in Rivendell…" He finally said.

"But that is not your true name, I have heard off you, from your brothers Elladan and Elrohir and they said they had a human in their household." Legolas answered. "Call me Legolas."

"My true name is less my name then all the other names was." Aragorn spat. Legolas smiled and Aragorn found a smile growing on his face too. "Trust me and tell me your true name, I have a feeling like we are meant to meet." Legolas answered.

"Fine then, my real name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, chieftain of the Dunedan and heir to the throne of Gondor." Aragorn said, waiting for the answer he was sure to come. "Well met, Aragorn, I am Legolas, do ever call me prince again." Legolas put a hand over his heart, his face relaxing into a smile, Aragorn found the Elf very beautiful when he did that. Aragorn put a hand over his heart too, returning the greeting.

Hours later when Aragorn had finally given into sleep, Legolas watched the human, thinking of how he could befriend a human, well this was one way. He smiled when Aragorn moaned and turned around, he would grow to love this human, he was sure of that, he could already feel it in his heart.

Hope you liked it. Sorry is kind of short but I hope it was a nice first meeting.