The Grooming of Aragorn
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,800
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A death and future birth
***This chapter takes you a little far back, I would say about four months after the wedding....just so you know.***
"Why did we have to come?" Aragorn asked his husband sulkily.
"Because." ***This looks familiar eh***
"Because what?" asked Aragorn whining most unbecomingly.
"Because we have to show appreciation that Arwen is dead." Legolas answered testily. He was in his sixth month of pregnancy, and was not in the mood for stupid questions.
"Oh." Aragorn answered, now very much frightened by the stony glares he was receiving from his love.
"Now come on or we'll be late for the service." Legolas said, trying to walk as fast as he could, while his belly was the size of a basketball. Unusually, the rest of him was fantastically fit and trim. Aragorn followed the waddling Legolas into the same chapel Arwen had gotten married at, snickering at Legolas all the way. Legolas paused and turned,
"Are you laughing at *me*?" he asked icily.
"Ummm..no." Aragorn asked, feeling even more afraid for his life then he had in the worst of battles.
"Because it seems like you're laughing at me, and if you have the *audacity*, to laugh at the moth- father of your child, well then I have NOTHING to say to you." Said Legolas, taking deep breaths to keep from crying. Aragorn embraced Legolas quickly and said,
"I know, I wasn't laughing at you meleth, I was laughing at something else. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I know how sensitive you are right now." Legolas stiffened against Aragorn and pushed him away.
"What do you mean sensitive?" he asked accusingly. Aragorn sighed and pulled Legolas back towards the chapel.
"Come on Legolas, we'll be late." Legolas sniffed and nodded, following Aragorn into the chapel, quietly.
"We are here to...erm....mourn the death of Arwen Evenstar, who died while trying to strangle her husband." A very elated Gandalf was giving the service, and it seemed that any moment now he would break out in a jig. Next to him stood Elrond and Halidir, both of whom hadn't bothered to show grief. They were dressed in drag style, and were making out quite aggressively.
"Now will everybody stand back as we burn the body, to make sure there is no way she can ever come back and do more harm...erm....I mean good." Gandalf said while throwing gasoline over the casket. He lit a match, and torched the coffin, laughing ecstatically, while doing so. Everybody in the chapel, got up and began to clap and cheer, especially Aragorn who throw a picture of Arwen into the fire, and began to dance around the fire. Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes. Why did he always have to knock sense into him? He slowly got to his feet, with the aid of two other elves, and smacked Aragorn on the back of his head.
"OW! What was that for?" asked Aragorn angrily.
"Because you're being stupid, when you should take me home, and rub my feet." Legolas ordered. Aragorn hung his head low and nodded disappointedly. Legolas suddenly felt a surge of pity for his husband, and whispered,
"If we get there soon, maybe we can make a fire of our own." Aragorn's eyes lit up, and he picked a very shocked Legolas up into his arms, and ran home.
***You may think this is the end.....BUT IT"S NOT! Still more to come so tune in...and don't forget to review.***
"Why did we have to come?" Aragorn asked his husband sulkily.
"Because." ***This looks familiar eh***
"Because what?" asked Aragorn whining most unbecomingly.
"Because we have to show appreciation that Arwen is dead." Legolas answered testily. He was in his sixth month of pregnancy, and was not in the mood for stupid questions.
"Oh." Aragorn answered, now very much frightened by the stony glares he was receiving from his love.
"Now come on or we'll be late for the service." Legolas said, trying to walk as fast as he could, while his belly was the size of a basketball. Unusually, the rest of him was fantastically fit and trim. Aragorn followed the waddling Legolas into the same chapel Arwen had gotten married at, snickering at Legolas all the way. Legolas paused and turned,
"Are you laughing at *me*?" he asked icily.
"Ummm..no." Aragorn asked, feeling even more afraid for his life then he had in the worst of battles.
"Because it seems like you're laughing at me, and if you have the *audacity*, to laugh at the moth- father of your child, well then I have NOTHING to say to you." Said Legolas, taking deep breaths to keep from crying. Aragorn embraced Legolas quickly and said,
"I know, I wasn't laughing at you meleth, I was laughing at something else. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I know how sensitive you are right now." Legolas stiffened against Aragorn and pushed him away.
"What do you mean sensitive?" he asked accusingly. Aragorn sighed and pulled Legolas back towards the chapel.
"Come on Legolas, we'll be late." Legolas sniffed and nodded, following Aragorn into the chapel, quietly.
"We are here to...erm....mourn the death of Arwen Evenstar, who died while trying to strangle her husband." A very elated Gandalf was giving the service, and it seemed that any moment now he would break out in a jig. Next to him stood Elrond and Halidir, both of whom hadn't bothered to show grief. They were dressed in drag style, and were making out quite aggressively.
"Now will everybody stand back as we burn the body, to make sure there is no way she can ever come back and do more harm...erm....I mean good." Gandalf said while throwing gasoline over the casket. He lit a match, and torched the coffin, laughing ecstatically, while doing so. Everybody in the chapel, got up and began to clap and cheer, especially Aragorn who throw a picture of Arwen into the fire, and began to dance around the fire. Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes. Why did he always have to knock sense into him? He slowly got to his feet, with the aid of two other elves, and smacked Aragorn on the back of his head.
"OW! What was that for?" asked Aragorn angrily.
"Because you're being stupid, when you should take me home, and rub my feet." Legolas ordered. Aragorn hung his head low and nodded disappointedly. Legolas suddenly felt a surge of pity for his husband, and whispered,
"If we get there soon, maybe we can make a fire of our own." Aragorn's eyes lit up, and he picked a very shocked Legolas up into his arms, and ran home.
***You may think this is the end.....BUT IT"S NOT! Still more to come so tune in...and don't forget to review.***