Meleth-nin

Disclaimer: Aragorn and Legolas belong to Tolkien, not me. However Thomas is mine.
A/N: Feedback is appreciated and welcome. If you liked it, feel free to tell me. If you didn’t like it, you can tell that as well. I’m not a native speaker so please forgive my possible mistakes. This fic includes mpreg, so if you don’t like it, you can stop reading here.

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Meleth-nin

Chapter one

“Legolas, may I introduce the new chief of the palace guards. This is Thomas, son of Eodmund. Thomas, this is my husband Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood and the Prince Consort of Gondor.” Aragorn said.

“’Tis an honour to meet you, my Prince.” Thomas bowed respectfully and Legolas did likewise.

He couldn’t help noticing that the man was very tall, even taller than Aragorn who was about three inches taller than Legolas himself. He had a lean and muscular body and long, slender limbs. His hair was raven black and cut shorter than was the custom among the palace guards. However what most attracted his attention in the young man were his eyes. They were deep brown, sparkling and full of vigorous youth. Thomas was very handsome for a man. Legolas tried not to stare at Thomas too openly.

“It is nice to meet you, too. Though I must admit I am a bit surprised that a man as young as you has gained that position”, Legolas said eyeing the other man. “You cannot be older than twenty-five.”

“Actually I’m only twenty-two”, Thomas admitted sheepishly. “But I hope you won’t hold that against me, my Prince.”

“I can assure you that Thomas has gained my trust and also the trust and respect of the other guards in no time”, Aragorn cut in. “He’s more than valiant to protect us and the other inhabitants of the palace.”

“Then I won’t hold your young age against you, Thomas”, Legolas said and gave a strained smile. “If the King trusts you then so do I. I am sorry but there are things I need to attend to. It was nice to meet you and I hope we’ll meet again soon.”

Legolas gave a nod to Thomas, a brief kiss to Aragorn and left the room without looking back.

By Elbereth, the Prince is beautiful Thomas thought awestruck. He must be the most beautiful male I’ve ever seen… no, I think he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. No wonder the King wanted to marry him even though his advisors were against the marriage.

Aragorn frowned. It wasn’t like Legolas to be that rude to anyone, especially when the other was perfectly polite and friendly towards him. Now that he thought about it, Legolas had been very touchy for the past few days. I wonder what is amiss. Maybe I should talk to him after dinner Aragorn thought to himself.

“Prince Legolas is reconstructing the gardens of the palace”, he explained for he thought that Thomas was hurt because of Legolas’ short-spokenness. “It’s very important for him to have trees and other green living things around him; after all he is a wood-elf.”

Aragorn smiled fondly. He had been with Legolas for years and he fell more in love with him every day. Thomas nodded although he knew nothing about elves and their wants and needs. Legolas was the first elf he had ever seen – save for Lord Elrond and his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir, but they were Peredhil, half-elves. Legolas however was fully elven and his proud heritage could be seen even in his simplest moves. He was a Prince in his own right and it showed. Thomas felt a sudden tightness in his groin at the thought of the proud elven Prince naked on his bed, writhing and moaning wantonly beneath him. He blinked a few times trying to banish the thought. It would be highly inappropriate to get aroused in front of the king, thinking about his husband.

“We shall meet my chief advisor and the chief of the city guards before the dinner and discuss the defences of the palace and the city. I am sure you’re also eager to get to work”, Aragorn said smiling warmly to the younger man.

“Aye, that I am indeed, my King”, Thomas replied enthusiastically. “I am also eager to prove myself to Prince Legolas. I don’t wish him to think that you’re less well protected because of me.”

Aragorn chuckled. “Prince Legolas isn’t worried about that, Thomas. He was a warrior ere our marriage and perfectly capable of defending himself and all others for that matter. It’s just that you indeed are very young and perhaps he’s concerned about you. It’s not a light position you have taken.”

“I am aware of that, my King, and I also know that you believe me capable of doing this work, surely you would not have appointed me this task if you thought I couldn’t manage.” Thomas replied.

“Thomas, it’s not very appropriate to tell your King you know what he’s thinking”, Aragorn said good-naturedly.

Thomas blushed furiously. It was his first day as the chief of the palace guards and already he had made a mistake. Before he managed to utter an apology Aragorn continued.

“However you are right. I believe you very capable and as I told Legolas, you have gained my trust. I would entrust you not only my own life but also the lives of my husband and my children.”

“Your children, my King?” Thomas asked dumbfounded. Was the King intending to bed a woman in order to produce an heir?

“Aye, my children. It is not common knowledge yet but Prince Legolas is able to give me the heirs Gondor needs”, Aragorn explained.

“Oh.” That was all Thomas could say. How was that possible? Prince Legolas was undeniably male despite his ethereal beauty. Was he some sort of freak? And why wasn’t the King repulsed by this abomination but seemed to be happy instead?

“It’s a trait of Mirkwood royals”, Aragorn said. “Long aghen hen darkness began to overtake Mirkwood, most she-elves left for Valinor. The remaining elves asked guidance from the Valar and were granted the gift of fertility to chosen males. The Valar decided that royal males of Mirkwood would be able to carry children. Legolas’ grandsire, Oropher gave birth to Thranduil, Legolas’ father. And as a Mirkwood royal Legolas has also inherited the ability to conceive.”

“I understand. Does that mean that Prince Legolas is also a child of two males?” Thomas enquired.

“Nay, Legolas does have a mother. But she left these shores a long ago and he was raised by his father alone.” Aragorn stopped talking. Why was he telling all this to Thomas? Surely Legolas’ family relations were none of his business. Aragorn felt his cheeks burning. “Anyway, I wish to meet you in my study an hour ere dinner. Don’t be late”, he said and turned to leave.

“I won’t, my King”, Thomas promised. “And thank you for trusting me. I swear I will never let you down.”

Aragorn merely smiled at him before leaving.