There’s Sacrifice in Love

Title: There’s Sacrifice in Love 3/3

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com

Beta: Manon. You are the best. Thank you!!!

Rate: NC-17

Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas.

Disclaimer: I wish but I don’t.

Warning: Angst, violence, sex, blood. Should I add more?

Summary: Aragorn is nearly executed – but who was it that ordered it and their reasons to have him killed? And what, in the end, was the real cost?

Spoiler: AU.

Author note: This was written for LOTR FPS Secret Santa, for Kitty. Inspired by “Forbidden Love” by Celebrían.

Since there is no clear info about Legolas and Glorfindel of Gondolin, that is my version.

~*~

3.

“My Lord? I need a bowl of water, to clean the blood from his mouth,” Aragorn said. “For how long has he had trouble breathing?”

“Shortly after he woke up,” Thranduil said and walked to the door, asking one of the guards for a bowl of water.

After several minutes, there was a knock at the door, and one of the guards came in with bandages and water.

“My Lord, I’m afraid I will need to operate on your son again,” Aragorn said. “But first I will need to re-sterilize my knife; I do not want to infect your son’s wounds.” He looked around and saw the candles had burnt out.

“You can use one of the candles in the corridor,” Thranduil said.

“I will need you to sedate your son again, my Lord,” said Aragorn with a heavy heart, before leaving the room.

In the corridor, Aragorn took one of the candles out of its holder and slowly made his way back. He was not looking forward to this.

~~

“Again?” Thranduil asked, but there was no one in the room. ‘I can not believe I am doing this,’ he thought sadly.

Once more the cloth with the herbs was applied, and Thranduil watched as his son fell under again.

~~

When Aragorn returned, Thranduil watched as the man began holding the blade in the flame until it red hot. “This will probably leave a mark on my son,” he said sadly. Aragorn could only nod in agreement.

‘And it is my fault my son shall bear this, because of my actions,’ the king thought. He moved closer to Aragorn, ready to help if needed. He only wanted to see his son alive and cheerful again.

“My Lord?” Aragorn asked. When Thranduil looked at him, he continued: “Take some of the bandages and use them to try and clean away the blood as I start to cut.”

The king did as Aragorn asked. After moistening them, he first wiped away the blood trickling from Legolas’ mouth. He panicked a little, remembering when his wife died, and his heart began beating faster in fear. Thranduil breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down so he could help the man.

Aragorn looked at Thranduil before he carefully began to cut. There was a lot of blood, and the king tried to clean it away as quickly as he could, grabbing more bandages as the others became wet with blood. Aragorn was worried – he needed to find what was wrong. Soon he found it – there was still an arrowhead inside Legolas, and it had pierced one of the lungs.

‘How could I have missed that?’ Aragorn asked himself.

“My Lord?” Aragorn called, his eyes on the arrowhead.

“What is it you need?” Thranduil asked, his hands covered in blood.

“I need to look at the arrows I took out two days ago,”

“Why?” Thranduil asked, as he did not understand why the ranger would need to look at them.

“I need to check something my Lord, but please wash your hands before you bring them to me,” Aragorn said. Thranduil nodded and left the room quietly.

Aragorn carefully tried to remove theowheowhead without causing any more damage. His hands were shaking as he tried to get it out. Aragorn looked at the prince’s face; Legolas was very pale, and the man’s heart ached. He was afraid – he did not know how he could have missed this. He knew he was going to feel guilty for the rest of his life.

After several minutes Thranduil came back. To Aragorn it seemed like an eternity. The king showed the arrows to Aragorn, and saw the worried look on the ranger’s face.

“What is it? What is wrong?” Thranduil asked worried.

Aragorn did not answer straight away. Thranduil watched silently as the man removed something from Legolas’ chest and put it on the table. He quickly sewed up the wound, then he washed his hand and cleaned away any blood before covering the wound with clean bandages.

“This was still inside your son,” said Aragorn, showing Thranduil the arrowhead he had just taken out.

“How could this still have been inside him?” Thranduil asked confused.

“I presume I had accidentally broken off the shaft of the arrow but missed seeing the head, and it was left inside,” Aragorn explained, fearfully waiting for Thranduil’s reaction, but he was ready to accept whatever the king said or did.

Thranduil was ready to explode. He turned to Aragorn and was about to shout at him, but all of a sudden remembered something his wife often told him; ‘Your anger and fear can make others do mistakes, not just yourself.’ It made Thranduil stop. ‘Maybe my fear for my son made Aragorn nervous and afraid, and that is why this happened,’ he thought to himself. The king tried to calm down, taking a few deep breaths.

Aragorn was worried by Thranduil’s reaction. “My Lord?” he asked.

“I am fine,” Thranduil said.

“But…the arrowhead…I missed it…” Aragorn was confused.

Thranduil sat down on a chair, swallowing hard. ‘I almost lost my son; it would have been my fault if he had died because I tried to have his loveled,led,’ he thought.

“My Lord?” Aragorn saw the sad look on Thranduil’s face and became even more worried.

“I am fine,” Thranduil said again, and asked; “Is he going to be alright?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Aragorn said. He only hoped he was right.

~

The servants brought food to their king and the ranger, but they did not eat. They did not even sleep. Thranduil and Aragorn stayed with Legolas, watching him, waiting again for some sign that the prince would be all right.

Galdor quietly entered the room. “My Lord?” he asked.

“What is it, Galdor?” Thranduil asked, not taking his eyes off his son.

“You need to eat, my Lord. You have not eaten for the past two days.” Galdor turned towards Aragorn. “And you have not eaten either.”

“We will eat when Legolas wakes,” Aragorn said as Thranduil nodded in agreement.

Galdor shook his head. He was determined to see them eat – he did not want them starving because of Legolas.

“I am going to make sure you both eat,” Galdor said and left them

Galdor soon returned with a servant, carrying food and water. “Now eat,” he said, raising his voice a little.

The king was stared at Galdor, an angry look on his face. Galdor thought for a moment his lord was going to punish him; this was the first time someone had raised their voice at the king, but Thranduil said nothing. Instead, both he and Aragorn began to eat, and Galdor relaxed.

Thranduil and Aragorn found they were both hungry, and quickly ate all the food and drank the water.

“My Lord, can I suggest you and Aragorn go outside to stretch your legs and breathe the fresh air,” Galdor said, knowing that neither his king nor Aragorn had left the room.

“Galdor, leave us alone,” Tharnduil ordered. “If you say another word, you will join Gollum in the dungeon, do I make clear myself?”

“You do, my Lord,” Galdor said and left, much to Aragorn’s relief.

~

There was still blood on the sheets. Aragorn thought it would be safe to change them, which they did, trying to move Legolas as little as possible. When Aragorn changed the bandages he saw the wound was still closed and healing well, he was relieved. Soon it was night, and both Thranduil and Aragorn were feeling tired. They both glanced at the prince and saw nothing had changed. In the end they gave up trying to stay awake, and they quickly fell asleep on their chairs next to the bed.

Galdor, who was anxious to see the prince, quietly opened the door. He saw his king and the man were fast asleep, and approached the bed. He moved one of his hands over Legolas’ face and whispered: “I am sorry for causing you so much trouble. I was only following your father’s orders – please forgive me.”

He stopped when he saw some movement, and stepped away from the bed. Galdor watched as Legolas opened his eyes. The prince blinked slowly, trying to focus. He could feel someone was watching him and turned his head. It was Galdor, and he had a smile on his face. Legolas tried to say something, but his throat was dry.

“Easy, my Prince,” Galdor said quietly. He looked around for some water but could not see any, and he whispered he would be back shortly.

When Galdor left, Legolas tried to see if Aragorn was in the room. He soon saw him, sitting on a chair next to his father, and they were both asleep. ‘Why are they both here, sleeping?’ he asked himself. Legolas tried to lift his head, tried to reach out with his hands to the man he loved. It hurt, but he did not care – he needed to feel Aragorn, to feel his skin, to feel his love.

Aragorn woke as he felt someone touching him. Opening his eyes, he looked at the hand on his arm.

“Legolas?” he whispered, raising his eyes to look at the prince lying on the bed. Legolas nodded, a smile on his face. Aragorn could not help himself and woke the king.

“My Lord! Your son is awake,” Aragorn said. Thranduil quickly woke at Aragorn’s words and looked at his son, a smile breaking on his face. “My son,” he said, his eyes filling with tears.

Galdor returned with two bowls. Aragorn saw one was filled with water while the other was empty, and he carefully helped Legolas to sit up, putting a pillow behind the prince to support him.

“Here, my Prince,” Galdor said. “Rinse your mouth first before you have a drink.” Legolas did as Galdor asked, spitting the water into the empty bowl Aragorn was holding. The ranger put the bowl aside and watched as Legolas began to quickly drink the rest of the water.

“Not so fast, Legolas,” he said. “You have not had food or drink for the nearly a week. Your body will not be used to it.” Legolas put the bowl down.

“Are you feeling better now, my Prince?” Galdor asked. The prince nodded, a little afraid to speak.

“I am glad, my Prince,” Galdor said. He got and began to walk out of the room, but Thranduil’s voice stopped him.

“Thank you Galdor,” Thranduil said. Galdor bowed and opened the door.

Legolas opened his mouth and said softly: “You did it because you had to – you could not disobey an order. I forgive you.”

Galdor walked back to his prince, and said: “But I never thought it would hurt you so, Prince Legolas.”

Lagolas tried to say something else, but Galdor put up his hand. He turned to Aragorn. “Take care of him,” he said, before he bowed again to the king and went back to the door.

“Wait,” Thranduil said. “Prepare my room. I think it is time I left – they need time alone.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Galdor said and left the room.

Thranduil looked back at his son. He could see how calm Legolas was with Aragorn near him; his eyes were full of happiness as he watched Aragorn. The king left the room, knowing his son was in good hands.

After his father left the room, Legolas turned his head away. He was starting to feel uncomfortable because everybody had been looking at him.

“Legolas, love, is there something wrong?” Aragorn asked worriedly. He needed to kiss the prince, but wasn’t sure if Legolas wanted him to.

“No,” Legolas said, not looking at Aragorn.

‘Maybe you only need to rest,’ Aragorn thought.

~*

As the days passed, Legolas moved back into his chamber and was allowed to spend time out of bed

Thranduil watched how his son turned Aragorn away every time the ranger tried to help, and thought it was time he needed to speak with his son.

*~

Legolas sat in his chamber; he needed to think, to be alone. He looked up as Thranduil entered the room and sat down next to him before embracing him.

Legolas lifted his head from his father’s chest. Thranduil saw a tear running down his son’s face, and pulled him closer to him.

“Legolas, my son, please look at me,” Thranduil said. Legolas looked at his father, waiting in fear to hear what his father going to say.

“I give you my blessing,” Thranduil said. “I know he loves you as much as you him.”

“Why?” Legolas asked, wondering what caused the change in his father.

“Because you sacrificed yourself for him; by doing that I realized how much you loved him. I do not want you to lose the one you love,” Thranduil said. He got up and was about to leave the room when Legolas stopped him.

“But why?” Legolas asked again, not believing what he heard.

“You are very dear to me, and I was afraid to lose you, as my father did. You are the only one that left, and I almost lost you as I let my fear control me instead of your happiness,” Thranduil explained.

Legolas rose from the bed and walked to his father and said: “I love you, father.”

“I love you too, my son,” Thranduil said, and left the room.

Now that his father had given him his blessing, Legolas felt truly happy. He went to the window and looked out. The sun was shining, but it had rained too, and now there was a rainbow arching over the trees. He felt another presence in the room.

‘Aragorn,’ he thought as he turned and looked at the man standing by the door.

Aragorn watched as Legolas turned his head towards him and smiled.

“My Prince?” Aragorn asked nervously.

“I… I am sorry,” Legolas said. He felt guilty for turning away his love, the man who had saved his life.

“What for?” Aragorn asked worried. He was afraid Legolas did not love him anymore.

“For everything I have done; for turning you down,” Legolas said, lowering his head.

Aragorn came closer to his love, and lifted his head. Aragorn could see Legolas’ tears, and he wiped them away before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

“Please…make love to me…I have missed your touch,” Legolas said, his eyes full of desire.

“I will, my love,” Aragorn said. He lay Legolas down onto the bed and watched him; the elf’s face showed happiness and desire, while his eyes were stormy, like the sea. His body was smooth except for the scar.

Aragorn lay down next to him and began undoing Legolas’ tunic, the elf sitting up so Aragorn could remove it. When the tunic was off, Aragorn knelt over his love, and undid the ties to his leggings, Legolas’ cock springing free for his lover’s touch.

The elf began to moan as Aragorn’s hands stroked his cock, and gasped as he felt Aragorn’s mouth on it. He trembled under his lover’s touch, and he raised his head to watch Aragorn take his cock in his mouth, before he dropped his head back, feeling his orgasm approaching. Legolas screamed his lover’s name as he came, Aragorn swallowing the hot seed.

Legolas gasped for breath before moaning: “T… take me…”

“Patience my love,” Aragorn teased him. He moved closer to the elf, his hands searching for the bottle of oil he knew was in the small chest on the bedside table. When he found the oil, he smiled. He moved up to Legolas and raised his hips onto his shoulders. He saw the passion in Legolas’ eyes, he felt Legolas’s nails scratch his chest, and he knew his lover was growing impatient.

“Please…” Legolas heard himself say. He watched as Aragorn coated his fingers with they oil, then felt as a single finger entered him.

“More…” Legolas said, and moved his head from side to side, his eyes shut, and feeling only pleasure as Aragorn added more fingers, stretching him.

“Open your eyes, my love,” Aragorn said and added: “I love you.”

Legolas opened his eyes and watched his lover as he said those words. “I never stopped loving you,” he said.

Tears started to fill Aragorn’s eyes as he heard his lover’s words.

“Please don’t cry…” Legolas said. He did not want to see his lover crying, and his hands wiped the tears from Aragorn’s cheeks.

“I am not crying, I am…” Aragorn tried to explain, but was cut by his lover’s kiss.

Aragorn broke the kiss, and tried to explain again. “I…” then stopped, as he looked into Legolas’ eyes; he swore he saw a sparkle in them, like the light from a lighthouse, its beams shining over the sea.

“Legolas?” Aragorn asked.

“I want to feel you inside me,” Legolas said.

“I want to give you more pleasure,” Aragorn said.

“You already give me pleasure, my sweet love,” Legolas said.

“I forgot how your words melt me,” Aragorn said, as new tears appeared in his eyes.

“Stop talking and make love to me – I want you now,” Legolas said.

“I will take you until you only see me watching you as the pleasure takes you, and I will watch you to make sure you are not acting,” Aragorn said, his voice now teasing.

“Is that a threat?” Legolas teased back.

“It could be…” Aragorn said, as he continued to move his fingers inside his lover, touching the sensitive spot inside him, making him moan. He saw Legolas was close, his hands moving back and forth over his own body, before reaching up to touch Aragorn, and his eyes more stormy than before.

“Now… Please…” Legolas begged, needing to feel more.

Aragorn was about to remove his fingers but decided against it. He left his fingers inside and, with his other hand he quickly poured some oil over his hard cock and began pushing his shaft inside his lover, groaning at the tightness.

“Oh Valar…” Legolas moaned. He felt as if the temperature in his body was rising as he felt a multitude of pleasure. It felt so wonderful, and he shut his eyes.

“Prince?” Aragorn asked.

“Call me Legolas, you do not need to call me ‘Prince’,” Legolas said as he opened his eyes slowly, his breathing heavy.

Aragorn moved his cock slowly back and forth, moving his fingers at the same time. He saw Legolas tremble as his orgasm approached. “Do not stop… You made feel so alive…” Legolas begged.

“Is that an order, my love?” Aragorn teased him, and smiled.

There was no clear answer from Legolas, but Aragorn could feel their souls binding together; he could feel the pleasure he had given his love, he could feel their love hanging over them, embracing them.

“Move… Faster…” Legolas moaned, tossing his head from side to side, his body overcome with pleasure, getting closer and closer to his climax.

Aragorn moved faster and harder inside his lover. He could not feel his fingers as they had become numb as they moved together with his cock. He slowed down a little and removed his fingers from Legolas, which the elf did not notice.

The man moved more quickly and, with a shout Aragorn came, shooting his seed deep inside his lover. At the same time Legolas’ hands were busy on his own cock, and he climaxed at the same time as Aragorn.

“You came to me like a summer breeze, and you made me cry,” Legolas said, tears falling from his eyes.

Aragorn wiped away his tears before gently wiping away Legolas’.

“You have shown me what love is; like Eהrendil’s star, as you have shown me the way to love,” Aragorn said.

“I owe you, for saving my life, more than once,” Legolas said, as he moved his finger over Aragorn’s mouth. “For that my love, I will defend you until my last breath.”

***********

End of Flashback

Aragorn saw the open mouths of everyone standing there.

“Father?” Aragorn asked, curious as to what his father will say.

“I am proud of you my son,” Elrond said, shedding a tear. “You did not lose yourself when he was so ill.”

“Hannon le, father,” Aragorn said, and hugged his father.

“My son?” Elrond asked.

“Yes father?”

“What is the relationship between Legolas and his father now?” Elrond asked.

“They are closer than before; Thranduil talked with him for many hours, as he did not want to hurt his son’s feelings, he wants to understand his son,” Aragorn explained.

“I think Thranduil would bet grateful to you, for the relationship between himself and Legolas seems to have strengthened, as well as having saved his son’s life,” Elrond said.

“Thranduil escorted me himself to the border, and said to me personally that he would visit Imladris,” Aragorn said.

There was no reaction from his brothers and the Elf-lords, but Aragorn could sense they were anxious, and felt they were hiding something. His father especially did not say anything.

But that is another story.

The End.

Well, you see 'There's Sacrifice in Love', and he is still alive...

He was not meant to be killed in this story. *Giggle*

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