A friendly trip

11.

Legolas slowly opened his eyes, the light immediately stinging them. He raised a hand and blocked his eyes, before they got used to the light. He slowly sat up, and was surprised when he found himself in his bed. Aragorn must have carried him there as he fell asleep.

He slowly scooted so he sat on the edge of the bed, and winched as his muscles were still a bit sore. He tried massage his sore arm, but found out it did not help.

"Aragorn?" He asked as he couldn't see the man anywhere, which in itself was unusual. He slowly rose from the bed and walked over to the door. He opened it and his eyes narrowed at the sudden light. He blinked a few times before he got used to the light, but immediately frowned.

Aragorn stood opposite to Duinhir. The chief were mad, obviously hangover, and held Aragorn's arm in a tight, threatening grip. Aragorn clenched his jaw in fear, knowing that Duinhir could easily hurt him if he wanted to.

A few of the people watched, too afraid to interfere. Gléomer held his hands behind his back not to, worry and pity in his green eyes. Legolas also wanted to interfere, but knew it was useless as he was still weak.

"Duinhir...I can't help that your nephew finds me attractive.."

"She is crying because of you." The muscular chief said, poison clear in his voice. He took a grip around his neck, hard enough so the man couldn't breathe.

"I am sorry." Aragorn choked out, and clenched his fists hard.

Gléomer tensed up, so did Legolas, patiently waiting for anything to happen. Legolas blue eyes showed pure fear, knowing that Duinhir could easily strangle him if he truly wanted to.

"If you don't love her I want you gone." He said and threw Aragorn backwards roughly, making him stumble with a soft gasp and fall heavily on his back in the ashes from the fire. He coughed a few times from the ashes, taking deep breaths as he could finally breathe again.

Legolas frowned deeply and went outside to help him up. Aragorn looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting him. Legolas held out a hand, no emotion on his face, which Aragorn took with a small smile. Legolas forged a small smile back as the man stood from the ground.

Then he looked at Duinhir with a look full of hatred, a look that was returned.

"How can he help that your nephew finds him attractive?" He said before he hooked his arm to Aragorn and led him back to the house.

"I want you gone by tomorrow!" Duinhir shouted behind their backs as they left.
"King or not, this is my village!"

As he closed the door Legolas pulled the skirt over his head, relieved when it caused him no pain whatsoever.

"We leave now." Legolas said as he took a skirt on and strapped the belt on gently.

Aragorn frowned as he gently felt his now bruised neck with his fingertips. He winced as it stung and he coughed again.
"Do you feel well enough?"

"Aragorn." Legolas said and faced him, a bit irritated. Aragorn was nearly choked and he ask if Legolas was alright?
"I won't stay here if he treat you like that."

"It was one time! He obviously had a hangover."

"I don't care!" Legolas said and faced him, anger flashing in his eyes.
"He hurt you." He said in a quieter voice and lowered his eyes, ashamed that he shouted. A prince should never, under any circumstances, raise his voice.

Aragorn looked at him in concern before he walked forward to embrace him.
"He was just angry..."

"That's not a reason. In any way he want us gone." Legolas sighed and gently lay his head to rest on Aragorn's shoulder, breathing in his smell to calm himself.