Silver Peonies, Blue Chicories (Aralas)

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The day came, when Aragorn and Legolas planned to leave, and they did.
The farewell was not complicated. Legolas and his father exchanged a few words, then the elf and the ranger left.
While they walked, Aragorn smoked his pipe and chewed slightly on the other end. Legolas watched him.
„Why do you even do that?"
„It's calming and can get your head free when you need it"
Aragorn answered. Legolas looked at the pipe, his interest now being aroused.
„I want to try"

Aragorn smiled at the directness of the elf.
But he wanted to tease his dear prince a little.
„Say the magic word"
He really had to pull himself together not to laugh, as he saw the confusion of the elf.
„What?"
„You want to try?"
Legolas rolled his eyes in annoyances.
„And who do you think you are to decline my wish, filthy human?"
Aragorn grinned at him.
„Does rightful king of Gondor counts?"
Legolas smiled slightly.
„Alright"
He stopped walking and knelt down on the ground, his head lowered.
„My king, my highness, i beg you to let me try your pipe, as it would give me great pleasure to do so, and you wouldn't refuse the wish of a dear mirkwood prince, heir to the throne would you?"
They made eye contact for a short second, before Aragorn burst into laughter.
He pulled the elf up and closer to himself.
„No..I could never refuse one of your wishes, my dear prince of mirkwood, heir to the throne"
The ranger's arm lay around Legolas' waist, pulling him even closer to his own body.
And Legolas felt like he would melt.
He felt like his knees would give up and he would end up on the ground again, he felt like he would collapse directly into Aragorns arms.
And oh, how he loved that feeling. How he loved, how Aragorn made his whole body tremble, how Aragorn send him shivers down his spine, by simply saying his name.
Oh, how he wanted to kiss him.
And he felt an unbelievable feeling of happiness being shot inside his body when he did.
Aragorn returned the kiss, yet not immediately. He was still hesitant.
And Legolas could understand. So he parted again, bringing space between them.
They shared a soft smile, before Legolas snatched away the pipe and brought the end to his lips. Aragorn watched him closely.
„Now inhale through your mouth an exhale through your nose, you can also exhale through your mouth, but don't blow it back into the pipe"
Legolas hummed to show that he understood, and inhaled far to deeply through his mouth.

He immediately ripped away from the pipe and coughed, his eyebrows furrowed. Aragorn laughed and patted the elf on the shoulder.
„Maybe smoking is not something made for dear woodland-realm princes hm?"
He said, teasingly.
„Oh be quiet, filthy and dirty ranger"
„I may be a filthy and dirty ranger yet you still love me, my dear and beautiful elf"
Legolas sighed and nodded.
„Yes, I unfortunately do and I can not help it"
He answered.
Aragorn grinned widely.
Oh yes he loved that elf too.

„Now let us race to that small lake over there!"
Legolas shouted excited , and started to run, not letting Aragorn much time to think. But the ranger quickly followed and started picking up on the elf. He grinned and gave everything, wanting to prove to Legolas that he was faster. But to Aragorns disadvantage, they were still in Mirkwood and Legolas knew the place better than he knew himself, so he jumped over every root and arrived sooner than Aragorn.
As they both were there, Legolas had a wide yet rare grin on his face, and Aragorn thought that that expression was worth of losing every race to the elf. He really adored Legolas.
Aragorn had to smile slightly.
„The smile of yours is breathtaking, Legolas"
„Well, yours is quite stunning too, Aragorn"
They both smiled now, admiring one another.

After a few moments, they continued to walk in comfortable silence. Aragorn was finishing his pipe, while Legolas looked around, savouring the view. Memories where brought back with it. Memories of his childhood, memories of his dear friend Tauriel, who faded away due to a heartbreak. Here he would always run around together with her, climb the trees, kill some spiders, chase each other.
He sighed and took a deep breath of the fresh woodland air.
Legolas really did miss her. He would love to share the stories and adventures with her.

𑁍Timeskip!𑁍

They were only 2 days away from Rivendell.
Except for small pecks on the lips, comforting hugs and a very short make-out session wich was interrupted by 2 orcs, nothing happened.
But it was okay for them. They both needed time to process the big change of their relationship.
Legolas and Aragorn both knew that they probably could not even do the half of what they did on the short trip, in Rivendell as Arwen was there. Aragorn had to say, he kind of missed her, but not very much.
He knew that he would have missed Legolas much more, if it was him that stayed in Rivendell and waited for the ranger.

Legolas and Aragorn decided that Aragorn needed a bath and Legolas wanted to feel clean, so they put their little camp next to a small lake, wich had pretty clear water in it.
As soon as Legolas stepped in the water he let out a sigh of relief, already feeling the dirtiness getting washed away.
Aragorn followed him and shuddered a bit.
The water was quite cold, but refreshing. He let himself sink down for a moment, being fully underwater. Since the water was so clear, he could perfectly look at the elf's bottom.

Aragorn felt his face turn red and quickly emergence back to the surface. Fortunately, Legolas did not notice (or just skilfully ignored) and kept letting his hands run over his body to pour water over himself. Even that view took the ranger's breath away and he sighed softly, admiring the view he was given.

„You are beautiful, Legolas"
Let him Aragorn know once again.
„And so are you, meleth nín (my love)"
Aragorn looked at him, starting to smile widely.

„Gi melin (i love you)"
Aragorn said.
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes. It was the first time, that Aragorn had said it out loud. And even in elvish! Legolas felt honoured.
„I love you too"
Aragorn smiled, pulling Legolas close to himself.
„May I kiss you, my beautiful prince?"
„Please do"

The kiss was passionate.
It was intense, beautiful and it made them both feel like they were flying.
Legolas wrapped his arms around Aragorns neck, while Aragorn carefully held Legolas by his waist with one, and stroke his back with the other hand. He loved how softly and unharmed the skin felt under his rough fingers.
And Legolas loved how Aragorns rough fingers were touching him.

They started to kiss harder, wilder and more intense. Aragorn loved it as much as Legolas did.
The ranger sat down on a stone that was in the water and pulled the other onto his lap.
Legolas started to plant his kisses more low, slowly wandering down on Aragorns face to his neck. He softly bit his skin, being careful not to leave any marks, though he really wished that he could. The elf let his tongue run over a sweet spot of his lover, earning a soft moan from him and valar it made Legolas shiver.
He wanted to hear it again.
He needed to hear it again.
Legolas started sucking on it, hearing Aragorn gasping a little.
„Careful Legolas..do not leave any marks"
The ranger mumbled. The elf hummed in agreement and kissed him on the lips.

Suddenly, Legolas felt Aragorns hand move sidewards from his hips, onto his butt.
He opened his eyes a little and saw a big grin on the other's face. Legolas smiled and continued kissing him, as Aragorn started to softly caress him. The elf never felt anything like this before.
He never was touched like this, never wanted to be touched like this.
He thought that it was not necessary.

But now, he felt like it would become an addiction.

No, he already was an addict.
And Aragorn was his Drug.

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