Lá Aman

Title: Lá Aman [2/3]
Author: Silvertree
E-mail: megumi@elfslash.zzn.com
Rating: NC-17
Warnings [part 2]: Explicit sexual content, threesome

A/N: Yee gads, don't stuff me into the category of obsessive elf-rapers. I'm not, really, I'm not. This just screamed to be written.

For now, translations will be written in ((double parenthesis)) after the Elvish line, to make it easier for people to read. (Scrolling to the bottom of the fic gets somewhat tedious.)

And yes, I do work some with natural medicine. Plantain and comfrey are my personal favorites, so I use them here. They combine into a powerful team, handling bruises, cuts, scrapes, broken bones, insect bites, varied skin conditions, ulcers, etc. Many times have I been out on a hike, only to fall and scrape my knee or bruise my shin. Plantain is easy to find, so it's one of the better herbs to use for the impromptu treatment of minor injuries. Arnica is also nice, as is chamomile.

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"Im tural rado hain, Legolas!" (("I cannot find them, Legolas!")) Aragorn's head emerged from a dense thicket of underbrush that was growing in a large depression. The ranger wrapped his hands around the trunk of a rather young mallorn tree and pulled himself out as he shook his leg free from an ensnaring strand of creeper vine.

Legolas nodded slowly; he himself had come to the same conclusion. He and Aragorn had been trying to track down Haldir and his brothers, and the human's statement had only confirmed the elf's suspicions. It was a pity that the trio could not be found, for Legolas greatly desired to converse with his kin, and Aragorn wanted to inform the brothers of the evils they had encountered thus far, and to advise them to keep a more careful watch than ever over the borders of Lothlórien. Legolas sighed and reached up to pluck a leaf from his hair.

"Fael tithen haered an sen, nîn meleth." (("Just a bit farther, my love." [lit. "Just a little distance to this, my love.])) Legolas murmured the words softly, though he was not worried about the brothers. It was not, after all, a night they were supposed to be out on patrol. Their rotation had ended for three days, to give the tired elves time to rest. More than likely, they were either walking in the forest or sleeping.

Suddenly, Legolas stiffened and his nostrils twitched. Something was not right; he could smell it on the air. Aragorn sensed his lover's uneasiness and remained quiet to allow Legolas a chance to discover the source of his discomfort. The prince of Mirkwood remained motionless for several minutes, before he turned his head slightly to the south. A gust of wind blew through the golden leaves of the mellyrn, and Aragorn shuddered as a sudden chill shot down his spine. Legolas turned slowly to face the ranger, and his face was strained.

"I mellyrn pedannin." (("The mellyrn trees speak to me."))

Aragorn cocked his head to the side and waited for Legolas to continue. The elf took a deep breath.

"Perin ned min daur an i harad, ennas min," ((One half league to the south, there is one.")) Legolas muttered, almost to himself, and he turned in the mentioned direction and set off at a trot. Aragorn hurried to catch up with him, and soon fell into step with the relatively slow-moving elf. He didn't question what they might find, for Legolas seemed distressed already. Isildur's heir did not fully understand Legolas' connection with the trees, but time and again his friend had listened to their silent speech and never had they misled him.

Once during their run, Legolas glanced up at the sky as they entered a clearing. "I athradadúven," (("The Southern Cross." [constellation])) he said softly in confirmation of his direction, and then looked once more ahead and said no more. Aragorn began to feel a growing sense of unease for his kinsman*, but he kept his silence.

The glimpse of moonlight on the ground up ahead gave Legolas pause, and he slowed his gait to a walk. He moved silently but steadily, and within minutes he was standing next to the clearing, hidden behind the thick trunk of a mallorn tree. The elf pressed a slender hand to the bark and closed his eyes, listening. Then, without warning, he uttered a low cry, burst into the clearing, and made quickly for the other side. Aragorn hurried after him.

Dappled shadow and the green tunic initially hid from Aragorn's eyes what Legolas had noticed so quickly, but soon enough the human realized what the elf had seen. By the time he reached Legolas' side, the elf was kneeling beside his kinsman; Legolas gently probed the bound and wrenched body in a search for any sign of life. Eventually, when he pressed on a bruised thigh, he was rewarded by a faint groan of pain. Aragorn stared the bound elf in horror; it was obvious what had happened, but for it to happen within the boundaries of Lothlórien was something new all together.

"Haldir, muin gwanur, lasta-an nin," (("Haldir, my kinsman, listen to me.")) Legolas murmured as he pulled Haldir into his lap and drew his knife to sever the other's bonds. The elf gave a semi-conscious groan, but then his eyes snapped open and he began to thrash. Legolas grasped Haldir's shoulders firmly and shook the elf gently. He spoke to the distressed guard, and though his voice was calm, his tone offered no argument.

"Daro, Haldir," he commanded as he met the frightened eyes, "a anna-lû an lain lle." (("Stop, Haldir, and give us time to free you.")) Haldir complied with no small amount of visible effort, and finally lay still in Legolas' arms. Aragorn came to kneel beside the pair, and his eyes roved over Haldir's body with concern.

"How did this happen to him?" he questioned in the common tongue, for he knew that in Haldir's state, the elf would be less likely to comprehend the foreign language, despite the fact that he spoke it fluently. Legolas shook his head sadly as he carefully cut through the belt binding Haldir's wrists. The flesh was chafed and raw and bleeding, and Legolas carefully massaged the swollen hands to help restore normal circulation and ease the pain.

"I know not, Aragorn," he said in the mournful tone, "but I do know one thing. He who committed this act was most likely within the borders of fair Lórien already, for my kinsman do not allow foreigners through without the permission of Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel. Either something with unprecedented stealth and cunning is roaming these woods, which is highly unlikely, or he was forced by an elf." Legolas left off his massaging and gently parted the scraped and bruised buttocks, and he winced when Haldir flinched and shied away. "I have seen situations like this before," Legolas continued as he calmed Haldir to the point where he could continue his examination, "in elves caught alone by bands of men or other, fouler beasts." He cast an apologetic glance at Aragorn, who was in the midst of examining the wounds on Haldir's face. "Elves are more... slenderly constructed than is the race of Men, and I would say that an elf could not have left the damage here."

Aragorn made a small noise in his throat as he cast about him until his eyes fell on two plants. He rose and plucked large amounts of both of them, returned with them to Legolas' side, and then went to gather more. How fortunate, he realized, to be so close to abundant sources of comfrey and plantain, and also how strange to see the latter, for it was primarily a plant of the fields. The ranger carefully separated the plants into two piles, one of broad leaves, one of roots of the comfrey plant, which Aragorn had brushed clean. Legolas immediately seized several of the plantain leaves and stuffed them into his mouth, while Aragorn did the same with the comfrey. After a minute, Legolas spat the green, masticated leaf ball into his palm, and carefully began to smear bits of the slimy mass it had been reduced to on the cuts and scrapes that graced Haldir's buttocks and thighs. As unsavory as the treatment looked, the common weed acted as both astringent and antiseptic, and within minutes the blood over the still oozing wounds started to thicken clotclot. Legolas soon found the shredded remnants of Haldir's leggings, and he tore them further into strips to bind the plantain to the injuries.

As Aragorn followed in Legolas' wake and spread pulped comfrey on Haldir's bruises and more stubborn cuts, the elven-prince carefully questioned Haldir about what had happened. He still spoke in Westron, that unwelcome listeners might not understand the exchange.

"Haldir, kinsman, what happened? No, look at me," Legolas admonished, catching Haldir's chin in his fingers. He noticed that the cuts and bruises on the fair face had not yet been treated, and so he spread the pulped roots and leaves on the wounds as he talked. "Haldir, please. We need to know what happened to you, that we might remedy it."

"Is it not plain to see?" Haldir spat, his voice laced with scorn. "I have been beaten, bound, and violated. What more is there to tell? I do not need your pity, Legolas, so do not offer it to me." The elf wrenched his face from Legolas' hand, and was infuriated when soft fingers captured it again and turned it firmly once again. Then Haldir met Legolas' eyes, and his anger faded. There was no pity, only compassion and sorrow. The guardian of Lothlórien sighed, and winced as Aragorn probed a particularly large and dark bruise.

"There is honestly not much that I can tell you, Legolas," Haldir said as he absently pressed the plantain on his wrists more firmly against the torn flesh. Legolas shook his head.

"Can you at least tell us who it was?" he asked. "We would help you bring punishment to the guilty one, if you would but speak his name."

Haldir swallowed forcefully. "I know not who he was," he lied, and hoped that he did not give himself away. "I recognized him not, for he attacked me from behind, and when he did face me, to strike me, it was only briefly. My vision was too clouded to see his face clearly, and even if I had seen him, I doubt that he would be known to me." The guard grumbled. "Iîn ned orch, pen adar," (("Bastard son of an orc." [lit. "Son of an orc, without a father."])) he added, and the comment made Legolas blush.

To the elf's immense surprise, Legolas seemed to believe him. The elven-prince gently touched the impressive lump on Haldir's head. "How did this happen," he questioned, and Haldir pointed to a nearby tree.

"I was caught off guard through my own stupidity. He threw me into that tree and stunned me, before he..." Haldir trailed off in humiliation, and his face flushed a shade of pink, which, despite the pain and violation the elf had endured, Legolas had to admit was very pretty and attractive. Aragorn privately agreed with his royal lover, but he said nothing and instead focused his attention on bandaging the last of Haldir's visible wounds.

However, regardless of the thorough treatment that he and Legolas had given, the ranger still felt a large measure of concern for the guard. He had seen elves that had suffered similar fates, and, regrettably, had seen what had happened to more than a handful of them. Some elves had the spirit and will to recover, healing both mind and flesh, but for some the strain was too great. In cases like these, they faded away until their bodies failed them. The fading could happen over a period of weeks, or in as little time as a day, if the pain was exceptionally hard to bear. Aragorn had a bad feeling that there was something Haldir wasn't speaking of, and he looked to Legolas for confirmation.

/How fares his spirit, beloved?/ Aragorn's soft mental voice made itself known inside Legolas' head, and in an instant the prince suddenly became aware of the true danger Haldir was in. He, too, knew of what could happen to an elf that had suffered such a severe violation, and yet he had been so focused on caring for the physical aspects of Haldir's condition that he had completely forgotten about the guardian's spirit. Legolas cursed silently at himself from within the confines of his mind, and shifted his attention once again to Haldir. It was an immediate bad sign when Haldir made no response to Legolas' mental probing, but the worst news had yet to be revealed. After a minute of careful mental observation, Legolas confirmed what he dreaded. A mixture of shame, anger, and an agony so intense that it made Legolas' head hurt was breaking the guardian's mind, tearing him apart from the inside out. Legolas bowed his head as he withdrew from Haldir's consciousness.

/If we do not do something, immediately, he will break and fade. It has already begun,/ he sent to Aragorn. The man nodded, and winced as a wave of sympathetic pain rolled out of Legolas' mind and into his own.

/What do we do?/ Aragorn questioned, his eyes riveted to the still form in Legolas' arms. He seemed thinner and paler already, and dark circles had begun to form beneath once bright blue eyes. Legolas clutched the guardian closer to himself and gently stroked the soft blond hair.

/There is but one thing we can do, Aragorn,/ Legolas replied. /We must cleanse him of the pain, take him and burn it out. Normally it is a task left for a lover or married partner, but in this case he will be gone before we can get him to such a person. We have no choice but to handle the matter ourselves. It must be fierce and quick, for it is not lovemaking but a rather frantic purification of the body and mind. However, it is not to be painful; rather, it should be a pleasurable experience for him. It will be difficult,/ the elf conceded, /given what he has endured. I have helped in a matter such as this but once, and it leaves a mark on all parties involved./ Legolas turned to Aragorn, a questioning look stamped upon his face. /Are you willing to accept that mark?/

Aragorn looked again at the elf that lay in his lover's arms, and he nodded. "If," he said, "it means saving an innocent life, then yes, I will, no matter what the cost to myself." The ranger was surprised at the look of sheer gratitude that lit up Legolas' eyes; he resolved to ask the elf about it later. Legolas carefully shifted Haldir into Aragorn's lap, and the movement caused the elf to jump in fear. A comforting word from the ranger calmed him, however, and he looked intently at the crown prince of Mirkwood. Legolas took Haldir's hand, and his voice quavered with barely-suppressed rage at what the proud elf had been reduced to.

"Haldir, will you allow us to heal you?" The meaning of his question was obvious, and Haldir answered softly.

"I will. I promised... I promised him that I would not die, if I could help it. Nor do I wish to die this grim and dishonorable death." Long arms reached out and wrapped around Legolas' neck, pulled the elven-prince closer and drew two sets of lips together. "Burn this from me, whatever you must do to accomplish it."

Legolas made a small noise of confirmation as he brushed his tongue over Haldir's mouth in an effort to coax the full lips open. The guardian hesitated for long moments, but then he remembered whom it was kissing him and he gave in. Legolas kissed the guardian deeply and fully, managing to be both fierce and gentle simultaneously. At the same time, Aragorn reached between the two elves and unlaced the top of Haldir's tunic. Legolas pulled away long enough for Aragorn to slip the garment over the guardian's head, but then Haldir was pulling him back, almost desperate in his movements.

Finally, partially because the matter had to be dealt with quickly and partially because Legolas was running out of oxygen, the elf broke free and gently turned Haldir towards Aragorn. The ranger immediately took over where Legolas had left off, and the elven-prince rose and stripped away his clothing and weapons. They were haphazardly cast to one side, but a small leather flask of water was laid carefully upon the ground within easy rea
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Haldir was intrigued by the sensation of kissing the ranger. The beard was something all together new to him, for though Círdan had been able to boast facial hair, he was the one exception. It was a characteristic of men, the growth of rough hair upon the face and chest and body, and as Haldir had never mated with a human, it was, despite the reason for the interaction, rather exciting. He rubbed his smooth cheek against Aragorn's rough one, flicked out his tongue that it might experience the texture as well. The human practically purred, but then Haldir found himself being returned to Legolas so that Aragorn might remove his own clothing.

Legolas kissed Haldir briefly before he trailed his tongue down the elf's jaw line, then licked a wet path to the hollow of Haldir's throat. The guardian sighed softly as he felt his erection fill, and Legolas, too, was pleased. It would make the whole thing more effective, if Haldir could feel pleasure in it as well, and the elven-prince brushed his callused hand over the heated flesh in a teasing sort of caress. Haldir cried out loudly, but the sound changed into a series of whimpers as Legolas stopped the actions of his hand and instead bathed the elf's chest with his tongue. He soon encountered a nipple, and he played for long moments until the flesh hardened in his mouth. Then he moved across Haldir's chest to repeat the process, but his hand came up to pinch and pull at the already erect flesh.

When Aragorn returned, Legolas instructed him, over Haldir's soft moans, to sit behind the guardian. Aragorn did so, and Legolas managed to get Haldir's attention. He could already feel some of the guardian's spirit returning, and he carefully maneuvered the elf back until he was straddling Aragorn's lap, his back to the ranger's chest. Haldir guessed what was expected of him, and he lowered his body until Aragorn's erection was pressing firmly against him. However, Legolas halted him before he could bear down. The elf had poured water from the flask over one of his hands, and he now pressed the wet hand to Haldir's face.

"Balanturwin a Balantur, echad-sen pen puig ah sen, i nen o ammen a i naur o ammen." (("Mother Goddess and Father God, make this one clean with this, our water and our fire." [lit. " ... the water of us and the fire of us."]))

Legolas nodded then at Haldir, and when Aragorn's hands wrapped about the slim waist, the elf dropped, taking Aragorn completely inside of himself. The pair of them gasped, the ranger at the tight heat, the guardian at the swift, dry entry. Legolas gently scolded Haldir, and when Aragorn lifted the elf, the prince coated the man's shaft with a salve he had taken out of a pouch on his belt. With the going thus made easier, Aragorn slipped one arm under Haldir's thighs and wrapped the other around the elf's chest. He gently raised and lowered the guardian alternately, setting a pace that was neither slow enough to draw the cleansing out overly long, nor so fast that it strained Haldir past the point of what he could handle.

Then, Legolas did something that neither Haldir nor Aragorn could have anticipated. He covered Haldir with salve as he had Aragorn, and while the elf was sitting in the ranger's lap, the prince straddled Haldir so that he was facing him and bore down as well, trapping the guardian between Aragorn and himself. Haldir cried out loudly and Aragorn almost protested, but Legolas cut both short.

"Hold, the both of you, for this is how it is done when there are two present to burn the other clean. As he is claimed, so he claims another, and thus is the cycle complete." So saying, Legolas motioned Aragorn to continue. The elven-prince was at a disadvantage in the fact that he did not have assistance with movement, and so he used his legs to raise himself as Aragorn lifted Haldir and once again impale himself as Haldir dropped down again. Legolas kissed Haldir deeply as the three of them moved, and he was overjoyed to feel the strong rush of spirit back into the guardian's body. As he felt his own body begin to stiffen, Legolas dropped a hand to wrap around his erection and stroked slowly but firmly. Haldir made as if to aid the prince, but Legolas would have no part in it. Haldir eventually gave in and instead wrapped his arms around Legolas' shoulders, and he groaned as Aragorn lavished kisses upon his back and neck.

The ceremonial tryst ran longer than was usual for the process, but soon Haldir found himself trembling and rocking as he lowered himself back onto Aragorn. Then, without warning, the human stiffened and spilled his seed into Haldir's body. It burned, but it was not the bitter and painful burn that the elf had experienced at Gimli's hands. Rather, it cleansed him, as was intended, and Haldir himself came with a moan and a shudder as Legolas dropped a final time. One last stroke from his own hand, and the prince followed. The three of them collapsed, a tangled mass upon the soft green grass of the clearing.

Haldir suddenly found himself unable to keep his eyes open, and he drifted off even before Aragorn had pulled out of his body. The ranger smiled despite himself, and Legolas pulled himself free from the tangle and wiped the semen from their bodies with Haldir's tunic. As it had been worn during the elf's violation, Haldir would ceremonially burn it during the next full moon. Legolas and Aragorn dressed slowly, before Legolas took Haldir's cloak and bundled the elf in it. It, too, would have to be burned, but for now it would serve to warm its owner. The elven-prince refused help from Aragorn as he lifted his kinsman into his arms.

"We go to the palace now?" Aragorn questioned. Legolas nodded; the palace was in actuality a very large complex of telain ((sing. talan)), fortified with walkways and walls between the platforms. It was necessary to climb ladders to reach it, but at the rear of the palace was rigged a setup to hoist large amounts of supplies into the trees. Legolas cast a message to Lord Celeborn, and felt faintly the elf's surprise upon receiving it. Casting was a magic that was only used when it was direly needed; it could be used to simply communicate or to influence the minds and wills of others, but a strong casting could drain the one who had performed it near to death. The elf spoke confidently to Aragorn as he set off towards the palace.

"Celeborn will be there when we arrive," he said firmly, and he knew that the elven-lord would be.

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The Lord of Lothlórien did not disappoint Legolas. He stood ready by the hauling rope, and when Legolas deposited Haldir inside a very large wooden basket, Celeborn wasted no time in hauling the guardian up to one of the platforms. Legolas and Aragorn scrambled up a nearby ladder, and by the time they reached Celeborn the elven-lord had already gathered Haldir's cloak-wrapped form into his arms and was examining the elf critically. Legolas knelt before Celeborn, and touched his head to the elf's foot.

"Forgive me for awakening you so rudely, my lord kinsman, but it was urgent. As you can see," he added, with a gentle nod in Haldir's direction. Celeborn nodded his agreement, and shifted Haldir slightly so that the guardian's head rested comfortably on his shoulder.

"You said he had been raped," Celeborn said bluntly in Westron. He was not one to mince words, and so he demonstrated that fact now. Then he seemed to notice for the first time the position that Legolas was in, and he spoke softly to the other. "Nay, Legolas, don't do that. I do so dislike it when people place me upon a pedestal so far above themselves, when the only difference between us is a mere title. So inconsequential a thing, and yet it carries so much power, some of it not needed, and most of it undesired."

Legolas rose to his feet. "Aye, Lord," he said, and motioned Aragorn to step forward. The ranger made a short, stiff bow to Celeborn, and the elven-lord returned it to the extent that he could. Aragorn reached forward and pressed the now dry plantain more firmly against the wound on Haldir's cheek, that it might stay there until Celeborn could treat the injury properly.

"He was fading, Lord Celeborn, and rapidly." Aragorn was also not one to draw out a conversation when the point of thing was immediately accessible. "We cleansed him as best we could, and he seems to be recovering. We would have brought him to you, but so swift was his passing that he would not have lasted the hour it took us to get him here."

The elven-lord nodded ragoragorn's announcement. "My thanks to you, Aragorn son of Arathorn. He made a promise to me, and through you he was able to keep it. We both are forever in your debt." Aragorn actually flushed slightly at Celeborn's statement, and he made an awkward bow.

"It was both pleasure and privilege to serve you, my lord," he said, and then burned a bright red when he realized how the statement must have sounded. "I didn't mean it in that manner!" he stuttered, and shot a scathing glare at Legolas, who was trying desperately not to snicker. But Celeborn didn't seem mad, and he actually smiled at the flustered ranger.

"I know what you mean, Aragorn, and I take no offense. But come, you must be tired, and it is too late for you to return to your comrades. I will have someone show you to a room here, where you may rest and forget your troubles." He gave a low whistle, and within seconds an elf had materialized next to them. Celeborn watched as the elf and human were led away, before he turned and swiftly made his way to his personal chambers.

"Edro!" (("Open!" [imp.])) he commanded the door, and it swung softly inward. He kicked it shut with his foot, and teased the bolt across with a tendril of magic. Then he tossed Haldir's cloak aside and lay the elf down on the bed. The herbs had already begun to work, but the dressings would need to be improved, now that the proper materials were available.

Celeborn was no mere herbalist. He was a healer, and he drew forth from a cabinet a bag of bandages, blades, and the other odds and ends used to dress wounds. The smallest of castings brought someone from the kitchens with hot water, for Celeborn was loathe to leave Haldir's side. The elven-lord drew a large mortar and pestle from the cabinet as well, and placed them on a small table. Then he crossed to a small room that was adjacent to his personal bedchamber. Plants of all sorts hung from drying racks, and he plucked a bundle of dry plantain from one of them. He took also several comfrey roots which he had gathered earlier that day, as well as arnica. Thus burdened, he returned to the table and laid out the various plants.

Celeborn first ground up the arnica plants whole and tipped them into a teapot. He added hot water and allowed it to steep while he attended to the other plants; the tea would help heal the wrenched shoulders and any internal injuries the elf had received. The elven-lord quickly rinsed all traces of the herb from his mortar and pestle, for he did not wish the raw plant to come into contact with broken skin. Celeborn then mashed the fresh comfrey roots to a pulp and applied them to Haldir's bruises. Comfrey salve was also smeared upon the elf's facial wounds. Finally Celeborn ground the plantain and added hot water to it. He packed it against the open wounds, and bound everything with clean white dressings. He bandaged the wrenched shoulders as well, before he sank down into a chair. He should, he knew, by all rights be cleaning up after himself, but he was simply too tired and stressed. Suddenly he remembered the arnica tea, and rose slowly to go and strain the bits of plant out of it. Then he poured a large measure of it into a cup and brought it to the bedside. He pulled Haldir up to sit against the headboard, but still the elf did not waken. Celeborn sighed, and dribbled a bit of the tea into Haldir's mouth. Gently, he rubbed the elf's throat so that he would swallow the tea and not choke on it, and he continued the process until the cup was drained.

A quick trip back into the herb room produced a small packet of ground chamomile. Celeborn poured himself a cup of tea and added the plant, waited several minutes before straining and drinking it. The arnica would not harm him, and soon he felt drowsy from the sedative effect of the chamomile. Yawning, he tugged off his robe, lay down next to Haldir, and drew a blanket over the both of them. Haldir unconsciously moved back to press himself against Celeborn, and the elven-lord gently and carefully wrapped his arms around the guardian, prepared, even in sleep, to protect the one he had not been able to protect before.

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To be concluded.
[*]- Aragorn is referred to as Legolas' kinsman, which is true. I shall endeavor to explain, through two paths.

1: Aragorn is descended from Elros Tar-Minyatur, twin brother of Elrond Half-elven. Elrond is/was married to Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, and is thus related to Celeborn, who is kinsman to Thranduil, Legolas' father. Thus, Aragorn is related to Legolas. (Aragorn » Elros » Elrond » Celebrían » Celeborn » Thranduil » Legolas)

2. Aragorn married Arwen Undómiel, daughter of Elrond Half-elven, who was married to Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn, who was kinsman to Thranduil, Legolas' father. Thus, Aragorn is related to Legolas. (Aragorn » Arwen » Elrond » Celebrían » Celeborn » Thranduil » Legolas)

Yes, they are very DISTANTLY related. But still, it's some interesting mental masturbation for you. And to those who love A/L, but hate incest... Bwahaha! O.o;