Wanting the Unattainable Chapter 2, a lord of the rings fanfic

Title: Wanting the Unattainable

Author: Lemony Sickness

Category: Books » Lord of the Rings

Language: English

Rated: Fiction M

Genre: Romance/Angst

Character Pairing: Aragorn, Legolas

Published: Mar 21, 2007, Updated: 8/9/2016

Status: Complete

DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'The Lord of the Rings' and never will, because I am poor, so suing me would also get you nowhere. Please read and enjoy!

Warnings!: Spoilers within if you have actually never watched all the movies - which would be weird since is it 2016.

Notes: Name = That character's POV; [blah blah blah] = Flashback

Wanting the Unattainable

By: Lemony Sickness

:::CHAPTER 2:::

Aragorn

It was finally over, and I still can't believe it. I tentatively reached up and felt the cool surface of the crown upon my head. I was King of Gondor; everything was coming at me so fast. My years with the Dunedain never prepared me of this responsibility, though I knew it was to come sooner or later. The rest of the company were remaining in Gondor for a few more days, awaiting the arrival of Elrond from Rivendell. He said that he had some good tidings and a gift of which I would like very much, and I was dreadful. I had not confessed my feelings to the blonde elf after the events of Helm's Deep for the war was not yet over, and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of my decisions, and I had a feeling that Elrond's 'gift' had two legs, long dark brown hair, and a heart that wasn't meant for breaking.

I could no longer say I was in love with either Legolas or Arwen, for I had not grown to know any of them as one who speaks of love should. As for my sexual preference, it wouldn't matter; I have had both during my days as a Dunadan, but I felt more for Legolas than I have ever felt for anyone. How could I explain this to Arwen and her father, who is also my foster father, without letting Legolas know of my true feelings? If I was going to have Legolas, I wasn't about to let him find out by rumors, I was going to tell him myself…

'And hold him till he accepts that and me,' I smirk at the thought, remembering the first time I had thought such a thing. It was back in Helm's Deep, upon the bridge. I was seated upon Hasufel, and Legolas upon Arod, and I was looking into his cobalt depths and hoping to live through the battle.

I sensed more than I heard someone approaching me as I sat under my favorite tree near the far western corner of Gondor in a small courtyard usually overrun by children, but it was near the time of day which most everyone ate, so it was barren.

"Aragorn?"

I jerked my head up at that familiar voice and sucked in a deep breath. Legolas looked different. Today, he was in all black, from his tunic to his leggings, even the shirt underneath appeared to also be black. The usual tiny braids that held his hair back from his face were not there, so his now waist length blonde tresses were floating all about him in the wind; he looked positively urethral.

"Black?" I questioned grinning; now noticing the two drinking skins in which he held, and the cloth that was held securely within the cradle of his arm.

Legolas grinned and came to sit opposite from me, laying the articles down upon the grass, and leaning back on his hands to look up at the sky. He suddenly shifted so he was looking back at me, cocking his head and smirking, "Yes, for that was all the maidens could supply me with this morning; my other clothes are still stained with blood. Though I think they had more fun picking out my clothes and fixing them than I did. They had me pose numerous of times to make sure they fit right."

I burst out laughing at the elf's innocence, he had no idea how he looked to others.

"What do you find so funny, my King?"

I stopped laughing, and not noticing the mischievous glint in those sea filled orbs, "Do not call me that."

"What's wrong you're Majesty? Is something bothering you?" Legolas drawled in what my lower regions took to be a very seductive way. I growled deep in my throat and lunged forward taking the pointy eared male in front of me by surprise. We both fell backward in a tangle of limbs, articles brought by the elf forgotten, rolling around trying to pin the other in dominance. I rolled back over to where he was under my body, intertwining our fingers and slamming his hands to the ground on either side of his head, and hooked my feet around his ankles, placing my knees just below his own. I had him successfully stuck beneath me; I wasn't raised by elves for nothing. Legolas tried glaring up at me, but ended up laughing and wiggling to get out of my grasp. I felt a tightening in my leggings as Legolas subconsciously rub up against me in his ministrations to get away.

"Let me go, Estel, you win!" Legolas gasped between giggles, having no idea of the effect he was having on me. I was quickly losing my bearings, and my stormy eyes widened slightly when the teasing elf arched up into me complaining that something was poking him in the back.

'If you keep doing that, you're going to have something poking you in the front,' I thought savagely, trying to think of something to calm down my raging hormones, "Le-Legolas, be still!"

Legolas stopped moving at my pleading tone and looked up at me curiously.

Legolas

I had known for a while that Aragorn wanted more than just friendship, but I wasn't sure. I always caught him staring at me with those grayish blue eyes of his, making me feel naked. I had wanted him back as well, but I wasn't sure of myself. Just because I caught him staring at me doesn't mean he wants me like I want him, but now, being pinned beneath his muscular form, I'm more than positive. I had felt his need when I arched up, pretending to complain about a stick poking me in the back. There was, in fact, no stick, just my desire to feel his body pressed close against mine.

"Le-Legolas, be still!" I heard Aragorn plead, his breaths coming in gasps. He was trying to control himself. I smirked inwardly as lust and something else, maybe longing flashed through his eyes. I pretended to be curious and slightly worried at his tone, "Is there something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Aragorn

"Is there something wrong? Oh yes, my elf, there definitely is something wrong," I snarled, then thought, 'your teasing me is what's wrong, and I can't do anything to get you back because of the fact that you're not my elf!"

Legolas remained silent, something akin to fear leaping into his eyes, "and as for if you are causing me pain, yes, but not in the way you are thinking. No, no, undeniably not in the way you are thinking."

We stayed there, me unceremoniously on top of him, and him on the ground, his golden locks spread about him. I didn't hear someone approaching, but upon hearing someone speak to me, I jerked my head up and let go of the angelic creature.

"Um… Lord Elrond has arrived," informed the guard before blushing and turning to head back towards the main road.

Legolas burst into giggles, catching me off guard and pushing me off him, making me fall onto my side. But nothing, nothing prepared me for the next words to fly out of the lush lips of my fixation, "My my, Aragorn, I think that stick in my back found its way into your leggings." With that, I watched the elf prance off.

Legolas

'Oh, I'm a very bad elf,' I thought grinning to myself. I could hear Aragorn curse before he got off the ground, and I jumped up onto a low-hanging limb of a nearby tree and climbed a few branches higher and watched as a searching King walked underneath me and continued onto the meeting area.

I was saddened, for I knew that that was probably the closest I'd ever get to the human, for I, as everyone else, knew that Elrond was going to give Lady Arwen's hand to Aragorn in marriage, and I saw no reason as to why he shouldn't accept. I frowned slightly before jumping out of the tree, 'But I can still have fun, after all, they aren't married yet.'

I didn't change for dinner, for I liked the all black color, it seemed to make me look enticing and slightly seductive. I put my hair in its customary braids that only the elves from Mirkwood seemed to do, and walked out of my lavishly decorated chambers, heading towards the dining area. By now, the news of Elrond's offer had made its rounds, and though I knew it was inevitable, I still felt depressed and let down when it had reached my almond-shaped ears.

I entered the eating area, voices filled the room, and I was enveloped in a tight embrace. I looked into the light blue eyes of Glorfindel, his blonde hair gleaming around him, and smiled.

"How have you been keeping my Prince?" the older elf asked, grabbing hold of my upper arm and guiding me over to sit beside him at the opposite end of the table from Aragorn. The oak table was laden with foods of many different types of many different races. I noticed the Lembas in front of me, and laughed, picking up a piece and offering it to the hobbit directly across from me,

"Here Master Frodo, I am sure you have missed the refreshing taste of elven waybread!"

Frodo looked over at me beaming and trying to glare, "I think I've eaten enough of that to last me until my dying day."

"And that shall be quite a while Mr. Frodo," a blonde Halfling quipped happily, taking the bread from me and popping a piece into his mouth, "Though quite tired of it, this one's for the road!"

"I couldn't agree more Master Sam," I laughed and popped a piece into my mouth as well. I felt eyes upon me but chose to ignore them, and turned to Glorfindel as he began to speak.

Aragorn

I watched him, with his graceful ways sit beside the other blonde elf, and offering what appeared to be Lembas to Frodo. Frodo, Sam, and Legolas seemed to be joking with each other, for they all burst out laughing together. I narrowed my eyes to a glare as the other Elf caught Legolas' attention and got him into an animated conversation. I couldn't help but becoming envious of the older elf, but I was soon becoming jealous as the male began to touch my Legolas, placing his hand on his shoulder and grabbing onto him as he pretended to laugh as if he could not hold himself up.

Someone touched my arm, and I jerked and realized that it was Arwen who had tried to get my attention.

"May I talk to you in private Estel?" she whispered into my ear in elvish. I nodded my consent, and followed her out onto the balcony, not feeling the keen eyes of Legolas watching me.

Glorfindel

I was flirting with the younger elf, and I knew it, but he was positively charming and unnaturally beautiful. Legolas stopped laughing as something caught his gaze, and I looked over to where Legolas was starring and watched as Aragorn stood up and offered the Lady Arwen his hand, leading her from the room and out onto the balcony. Looking back over at the Prince, I noticed that his smile seemed to falter, and I realized that the blonde boy in front of me had a longing in his eyes, and they were not directed at me.

Was Legolas in love with the Lady? Or Aragorn?

Aragorn

We stood side by side staring out onto the river and the land beyond. Arwen turned towards me and began to speak,

"Estel… I'm not sure how to tell you this, for I love you deeply…"

I remained silent, my eye's pleading with her to continue, "But ever since that night in Rivendell, when I gave my immortality to you…"

"What is it that troubles you, my Lady?" I asked soothingly, for she seemed extremely worried and distressed, "You know that you can tell me anything."

"Aragorn, I wish not to marry you as my father has planned… Because of the fact that I no longer possess my immortality, I wish to sail to the Lands of which my mother is to stay with her until I depart from this world…. I have never met her but I would so like to… and I hope you understand," she stated softly a few stray tears leaking from her deep blue eyes. I brought my fingers up to wipe them away and kissed her cheek gently.

"You see, upon hearing of the death of Haldir, I realized the preciousness of life and love. After I die, I wish only to join him…"

"You love someone of which you hardly know?" I asked, though relieved, I was still upset. She had loved another, and it hurt.

She gazed up at me softly, "But you have no room to talk my love, for you have also fallen for another, though you admit it or not."

My eye's widened at her confession and I blushed, "I know not of what you speak."

"Oh yes, you do Aragorn! You are in love with Legolas, although for all that you think it is just lust, it is so much more."

'I'm in love with Legolas,' I thought about all the times we spent together during our travels, and how I was so glad to see him when I awoke every day, and content to stare at him while he slept. His soulful blue eyes, and his shimmering vale of blonde hair, and I realized, she was right as usual. I looked down at her, and smiled, then began to chuckle which turned into a full blown laugh, "Oh will your father be ever so relieved and yet so confused!"

We turned to head back towards the entrance laughing to ourselves, and Arwen kissed me on the cheek before excusing herself and walking over to Elrond and pulling him into a corner. I watched his face go from confused to relieved, to amused. He looked over at me, then back to the Prince of Mirkwood and winked.

'My god, she told him!' I thought and blushed furiously, 'well at least he doesn't look disgusted.'

I looked over to the one I loved and my wistful gaze turned cold with outrage.

Legolas

I watched them leave, and I watch as they returned a few moments later laughing softly. My eyes seemed to water as she kissed his cheek and he smiled warmly down at her. I stopped watching after that, fretting that the news of his agreement to marry the Lady of Rivendell would come sooner that wanted. I felt someone lay a reassuring hand upon my shoulder and I shuddered before looking into the eyes of Glorfindel. I must have moved too fast for the world seemed to spin around me flashing in and out.

"I-I'm sorry, Glor-Glorfindel, for I must have mistaken the wine for ju-juice," I apologized and leaned heavily against the back of the chair, "I have a very low tolerance for wine."

"Oh don't worry Legolas, I'll just take you back to your room so that you can wear off the effects," Glorfindel laughed and I felt him gently lift me up as I slumped into him as I promptly passed out.

"Legolas?" Frodo questioned worriedly.

"Don't worry Master Frodo, I will take care of him, he seemed to have drank too much of his wine tonight," the older blonde explained before lifting up the smaller blonde and cradling him in his arms, then quickly excusing himself and leaving.

No one, except Arwen and Elrond, saw Aragorn followed the duo from the room.

Aragorn

"You have a very low tolerance for alcohol indeed my young friend, and you won't remember a thing in the morning," I hear Glorfindel whisper to the unconscious elf who remained limp in his arms, "You see Legolas, I was told by your father once that you never really got along with wine, and once that you almost died due to the effects it had on you. But you see, I won't let you die, oh no; you see, I'll save you, and then," Glorfindel chuckled merrily to himself, "you'll be mine."

My eyes widen as I remembered what happened when one saved another, that person was bond to the person who saved their life, and it was especially strong for elves, for it was very hard to kill an elf. I saw red but refrained from attacking the male, I didn't want him to end up dropping Legolas. I followed them to the end of a hallway, and ran up to the door of which they entered. Glorfindel, in his haste to continue with his plans didn't close the door all way, leaving a small crack only big enough for me to see in with one eye, but that was good enough: it allowed me access to see Glorfindel lay Legolas on the satin covered bed. When the demented elf moved, I got a clear view of Legolas and gasped; he was unnaturally pale. Glorfindel's body blocked my view once again, and I was filled with raw fury as I saw him lean down.

"Your lips taste like fresh strawberries," Glorfindel murmured, before laughing cruelly,

"But that's because the wine was flavored Strawberry, your favorite type of juice."

Glorfindel

He indeed tasted like strawberries, and I felt my cock harden and my leggings constrict painfully. Leaning down once more, I heard a growl but passed it off as my own, my head feeling clouded from the thoughts and lustful ideas floating in it. My lips pressed languidly up against his soft delicate ones, and I moaned. I felt Legolas stir beneath me and he also moaned, and opened his mouth enough for me to slip my tongue within his cavern. I was met with a different taste, something like pure honey, and I pressed harder into his mouth. I let go of his lips and saw that they were becoming swollen, and that his eyes were still closed in bliss. I migrated downwards, licking, kissing and biting my way up his jaw and gently pulled on his earlobe.

"A-Aragorn!" the elf moaned as I nipped at his earlobe, for all elves ears were sensitive, but then I started and jerked back.

"I am not Aragorn, Legolas," I hissed between clenched teeth.

"W-what? W-where?"

"Shut up!" I snapped and backhanded the boy causing his head to fly to the side and yelp, "Are you a virgin Legolas?"

"I-I've had s-sex."

"But with a male?"

"…."

"Answer me Legolas; you are a Prince, so answer when you are spoken too!"

"N-No."

"So that means that you don't belong to Aragorn, good, because you never will you little slut. He will be marrying the Lady Evenstar, and they will live happily ever after, but as for you, you will be alone for the rest of your miserable life, with only me to comfort you!"

"N-No…" Legolas repeated shaking his head furiously, ignoring the overwhelming dizziness.

"Remember that night before you and the company left a many a moon ago? I confessed my infatuation for you and you merely laughed in my face and told me to be serious for once! I was serious, but you were too good for me, but oh, you had to go for someone so much higher in the food chain didn't you! You're a whore, and tonight you will be mine."

Aragorn

He had moaned my name at Glorfindel's ministrations and had never been with a male before. I was ecstatic at the news, and I would be his first, his only, and his last, for he would belong only to me, the one that loves him. Glorfindel would pay dearly for hitting my Legolas. I was too stuck in my thoughts, barely paying attention to what the deranged elf was saying, but his last sentence caught my attention,

"You're a whore, and tonight you will be mine."

Legolas

I cried out as cold air meet my chest as my tunic and undershirt with ripped roughly from my torso. Tears had started to fall down my face, for my pride was broken due to the haziness of my mind and the thoughts that I was going to be raped.

'Aragorn!'

Aragorn

'Aragorn!' echoed through my head and I fell backward at the urgency and fear in the voice.

'Legolas!' I saw red as Glorfindel brought his hand down hard on the pale cheek, and I realized that Legolas had passed out again. I stood up, threw open the door, stopping it from hitting the wall and walked up behind the blonde, who still did not know of my presence behind him, for he was caught in the moment of his own glory. I grabbed the shoulders of the male elf and twisted him around to face me as I saw that he was sliding his hand into Legolas' leggings.

"He. Is. Mine." I growled and let go of the shoulders momentarily so that I could bring my fist into contact with his delicate features knocking him backward onto the bed. I grabbed him by his tunic and pulled him off Legolas, not even bothering with threats. I twirled around and slammed him into the wall and punched him in the gut and watched as he slid to the ground when I released him.

Legolas moaned painfully, and I ran over to his side and knelt beside the bed, grasping his left hand with both of mine. He felt cool to the touch but was quickly warming. Maybe Glorfindel hadn't drugged him as bad as he thought,

'But I'll never know until I get him to the healers.'

"ARAGORN!" I hear a female voice scream and I feel pain rip through my shoulder.

Arwen

I ran down the hall behind my father, he had a pensive look on his face and I was worried for the safety of Legolas as well as Aragorn. I was still quite shaken from the effect of hearing Legolas' voice echo through my head pleading for Aragorn. My father was more so worried, for it seemed that I was the only one who heard it and that when I did, I nearly collapsed during the announcement of my departure to return to my mother.

We had no idea of where they had gone, but with the help of a few guards that stood patrol in the corridors of Gondor, we quickly found the hall and saw that the door at the very end of the hallway stood ajar and that an outraged Aragorn had just disappeared into it.

"Oh dear," I hear myself murmur, and Elrond and I sped up. We pushed upon the door to where it banged loudly against the wall, and I watched horrified as Glorfindel pulled a hand dagger out of his boot and stab it into Aragorn's right shoulder. Elrond lunged forward and slammed into Glorfindel, and I ran from the room and yelled for some guards to help us.

Legolas

I opened my eyes thinking, 'That is weird, I usually fall asleep with my eyes open.' Blinding light caused me to close them, but I managed to open them slightly to gain my bearings and get used to the intruding sunlight. I was in the Healing Chambers, which was made up of three solid walls and the fourth being columns that allowed sunlight to pour into the room. I glanced around and noticed all the healing herbs that were growing in pots, and the baskets already full with herbs that were ready for use. Turning my head to the side I notice that the bed next to mine was also occupied, and I carefully sat up and swung my knees over the side. Shuddering at the coolness of the stone floor underneath my bare feet, I shuffled over to the bed and gasp.

"Aragorn!"

"Legolas! You should be in bed still my Prince," Elrond stated firmly, walking over to the Prince and pushing him back towards his bed, "You are still recovering from the effects of the alcohol, though the herbs have killed most of the side effects, you may still be stressed."

"What happened to him?"

"You don't remember? Of course, you don't, you were drugged," Elrond mumbled to himself.

"Remember what…Glorfindel…" I looked up at Elrond horrified, 'I was raped! Aragorn would surely not want me anymore!'

"It is okay, Glorfindel only gave Estel a shallow stab wound in the shoulder. He followed you and Glorfindel and fought with him when he realized…" Elrond blushed.

'So it has happened, though he didn't say it, what was said was enough, I was r-raped.'

"You needn't look so terrified Legolas, you are safe now."

Legolas jumped off the bed and glared murderously, "But you didn't lose your dignity, did you!? You weren't the one r-raped!" and with the Legolas ran from the room.

Elrond let a colorful string of elvish curses escape his mouth and Aragorn chuckled at waking up to the familiar voice.

Aragorn

"What troubles you father?" I asked, "It is not Legolas, is it? You assured me that he was completely fine, if not a bit rumpled."

"Estel, we have bigger problems," Elrond groaned, "Legolas was unconscious during the events of last night. He only remembers the threats. He does not know of that fact that you rescued him… He thinks that he was already raped before you got there. And if I didn't know any better, I think he thinks that he doesn't deserve you… that is if he returns the feelings."

My eye's widened, which they seemed to be doing a whole lot lately, and I leap up. I pulled on my shirt, though still stained with my blood, I don't care; I needed to find Legolas.

"Which way did he go?"

"The only exit to this room is that door my son, after all, you go in between those poles and you'll have a nasty drop," Elrond replied trying to lighten the mood.

"That's comforting," I snap, then force myself to grin before running out of the door.

"Estel, I guarantee he went to the roof, I have seen him a many a night up there thinking!" Elrond yelled after the retreating form of his foster son, "And don't make that injury worse, or I'll have your head!"

"Legolas," I called as I step onto the roof and looked around for the honey-haired elf.

"Aragorn?"

Legolas stepped out from behind one of the chimney's and looked up at me, his eyes watering with unshed tears.

"Are you alright?" I ask stepping towards him and reaching out to caress his cheek.

He jerks back as if I too had slapped him and shook his head, "I'm as fine as one in my condition can be. But how are you?"

I laughed, "I am fine, but you are blowing your condition way out of proportion!"

Legolas seemed angered by the comment, and glared, "You have no idea how I feel!"

"Then tell me oh fair one, you were merely drugged, and I was stabbed saving you! So humor me."

Legolas raised his arm to punch me, but I quickly caught it, and realized how weak he felt, and I caught him in my arms as he fell to the ground, 'this is so not like you, my love.'

"Let me go…"

"No Legolas, I will not, not till you understand."

"What is there to understand?"

"That you were almost, almost, raped, but I stopped Glorfindel before any major harm was done."

"Th-then why do I feel so dirty?" Legolas whispered making my heart clench.

Legolas

\"A-Aragorn!" I moaned as someone nipped at my earlobe, but the sensation was quickly gone as the person jerked back.

"I am not Aragorn, Legolas," someone hissed between clenched teeth.

"W-what? W-where?"

"Shut up!" he snapped and backhanded me, causing my head to fly to the side and I yelped, "Are you a virgin Legolas?"

"I-I've had s-sex."

"But with a male?"

"…." I refused to answer.

"Answer me Legolas; you are a Prince, so answer when you are spoken too!"

"N-No."

"N-No…" 'He's lying.'

'Aragorn!'/

Had I moaned his name? And if he was there spying the whole time, then that meant… 'Oh no…' "W-Were you there… the whole time?" I gulped.

Aragorn

I nodded at his question, not quite sure of what he was thinking, but his eye's widened perceptively, and he blushed a deep crimson, and I knew what he was thinking of. He was remembering the way he had moaned my name at the ministrations being put upon him by Glorfindel.

Trying to change the subject Legolas asked, "S-so I wasn't raped?"

"No."

Relief filled eyes gazed at me pointedly as if trying to come to a decision, and I noticed the closeness of him. My irises drifted from his eyes to his mouth which was slightly open, and I longed to plunder it with my tongue. Leaning forward I searched for any reluctance in his eyes before lowering my lips upon his. He did not taste of strawberries, for the wine was no longer in his mouth, but he did taste like the sweet pureness of honey. He moaned into my mouth and I took the initiative and slid my tongue up against his. Our lips stayed in sync, and his tongue began to respond to my urging. I snaked my hand around his waist and pulled him tightly against me to let him feel my need and to feel his own. He braced his hand on my chest and gasped when our erections pressed up against each other. I captured his lips one last time, then pulled back slightly to where our lips were still pressed lightly upon another's, and whispered,

"I think that stick found its way into your leggings, my friend."

To show him what I meant, I reached down and squeezed his erection through the black fabric of his leggings. Legolas leaned heavily into the touch and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

"G-Gods A-Ara-Estel," Legolas moaned, and I smirked happily.

"Having trouble speaking my love, I don't think that's very becoming of an elf of your stature."

"A-And I don't think th-that your manners, my liege, are appropriate," he replied breathlessly.

"I know not of what you speak! But if you should like to me cease my so called 'inappropriate manners' I shall; only at your wish."

"Any wish that I so desire?" Legolas inquired, a smirk on his lips as he moved his head and looked me straight in the eye.

"Anything my Prince."

"Hmm, I think I like this game."

"Game?"

Legolas gracefully stood up and curled his finger in a gesture that demanded his attention, "Follow me."

Legolas

"Follow me."

I hear the rustle of Aragorn's cloths as he stands quickly and falls in step behind me. I can feel his eyes on me, and I feel like the prey of some hungry wolf.

'Ah, I can't have this, I'm the one in control now my love.'

"Where are you taking me?"

I smirk at his question and look over my shoulder at him. Sure enough, he was staring at me, but not into my eyes, and lower.

"Well, wherever my rear goes, I'm sure you shall follow," at my response, he looks up in my mirth filled eyes, but I didn't expect him to quicken his pace and grabbed me. I jumped at the contact and let out a little squeak of surprise.

"Estel!"

I got no reply but deep rolling laughter. Finally, I reached my intended destination and open the door to my bedroom chambers. Stepping inside I turn and pull Aragorn with me, snapping the door shut and pushing him up against it. I reach around him and lock the door, all the while pressing my wiry frame up against his muscular one.

His voice comes out deeper than usual with a raspy tone, "Well if this is where this game takes me every time, I'm sure that playing 'follow the leader'(1) will become a much-loved game one day."

The End

1. I tried to make a spoof of off the game, "Follow The Leader". Didn't really come across as clear as I wanted it to, but yeah.