Desperate times, desperate measures

Chapter 12: The light

"Show me the light" the words were spoken as a plea, but by the Valar Aragorn could not even think to decline.

Aragorn knew what Legolas was looking for from him; Legolas wanted the pleasured pain. The pain that he'd known that first time but that had been oh so wrong.

Now things were different, it was a request and Aragorn didn't desire Legolas' suffering.

The ranger indulged his Elf for now, picking up the pace and thrusting harder.

Flesh beat against flesh while the blond gasped and moaned with such abandon that Aragorn was quite sure the whole of the camp would've heard him.

He didn't stop Legolas from making such sounds, rather he drank them in and urged more of them, "Such sweet sounds you make"



Legolas blushed in answer, suddenly and painfully aware of his cries that moments before he'd been oblivious to. His hand moved to cover his mouth, trying to stop himself from making the sounds but Aragorn would have none of it as he grasped the Elf's wrists and pinned them above his head, "We must see about finding you some chains... or silks..."

A soft moan of anticipation left the Elf who was only further aroused by the thought, "Estel"

Aragorn just offered him another of his infamous smirks, picking up pace again until all too soon the both of them found their needs met and passion spent.

A light cough just outside their tent disturbed them, "Lord Aragorn? You have a visitor awaiting your company"

A heavy blush coloured Legolas' cheeks but Aragorn just kissed him lightly with a whispered, "You get cleaned up, I promise I won't be long"

With that the ranger rushed to get dressed and met the visitor, "Lord Elrond..."



The Elven Lord nodded his head, " I come on behalf of one whom I love. Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come."

Aragorn shook his head, "It will not be our end, but his"

The words were spoken with angered certainty but Elrond shook his head, "You ride to war, but not to victory. Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, this you know. But in secret he sends another force which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsairs ships sails from the south. They reach the city in two days. You're outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men."

The Ranger turned away, frustration taking hold, "There are none"



Elrond suggested he make use of those who dwell in the mountains but Aragorn wasn't convinced, "Murderers. Traitors. You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing. They answer to no one."

"They will answer to the king of Gondor." came Elrond's reply as he revealed a broad sword, "Anduril, Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil. The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be."

He had to take the Dimholt Road if they were to stand a chance of being victorious at all.

The Elven Lord took leave of the camp then, leaving Aragorn to make a choice. One he made, but was determined to follow through on his own.

No such luck was his, neither Legolas nor Gimli would be left behind. They were in this together.

In the long run it had been the better decision to call upon those who dwell in the mountains, for without them the victory they achieved in Gondor would not have been possible.



In the midst of battle Legolas had gotten separated from his comrades, slaying Orcs left and right until he heard one loud shout, "LEGOLAS!"

He whipped around at the sound of Aragorn's voice filled with urge and concern as one of the oliphaunts came charging right at him.

The incident had spooked him, despite his success at killing the mercenaries and the oliphaunt itself.

By the end of the battle Aragorn approached the blond and drew him into a tight embrace, "I'm glad you're alright"

Legolas offered a light smile, "Of course I am"

This wasn't the end of it though as they travelled to the Black Gate of Mordor, the final battle, the one to provide Frodo the distraction needed to destroy the ring, "For Frodo"

Silly as it was for them all to expect victory against the odds they faced, Legolas didn't even consider possible death.

Not for himself, not for any of his friends, not Aragorn...

They fought, they killed, but as the Ranger had to face an armed Cave Troll Legolas felt that familiar tremor.

It was an instant overwhelming fear as he saw Aragorn struck down by the Troll, "I can't lose him too"

All rational thought left him as he tossed enemies aside and struggled through the many bodies just to get to him...

Then all came to an end as the creatures of Darkness fled while Sauron stood defeated.

Frodo had succeeded.



The next days were a whirlwind of joy and celebration, but for Legolas it was a time of finally giving in, of rediscovering the light now that the darkness had been defeated. It took a large weight off of him, but as Aragorn asked him to bind even the last of those emotions seemed to vanish. It was time to move on, to leave darkness behind and focus on the light.

He didn't want to think of Aragorn's short life.

It was but a month after Frodo had destroyed the ring, all should be well again... as it was, a lot of the Elves had left Middle Earth in fear of the Darkness and many of Middle Earth's most beautiful places had been ruined, it was hard to forget all those that had passed away, more than that it was just impossible.

Still moving on and making new starts seemed the best choice and so... Legolas now stood in the official robes of the Mirkwood Royalty; an outer robe made of an intricate brocade with a pale blue background, with a rich mix of greens, blues, yellows and golden. The high collar was another trademark of the Mirkwood kin, just as the robes were fitted with just a slight flare and decorated with a petal appearance. Underneath he wore light blue trousers and silver-grey boots. A silver circlet finishes the long, as well as the silver stylized butterfly clasp at his neck and on his belt, both symbols of the Mirkwood house of Royalty.

Today was odd, but odd was good in this particular case.



He walked down the long path to the King to become his partner, watching him with a light smile. Aragorn looked odd to him now, like a King to be sure, but nothing like the Ranger that had won a small piece of his heart.

Moments later they stood joined together, ready to exchange vows when from in the distance a voice resounded, "Legolas..."

A voice that shook Legolas to his very core and changed everything as he turned to face the source, "H-Haldir??"



TBC...