Meleth-nin

Disclaimer: Not mine but J.R.R. Tolkien’s.
A/N: Many thanks to my darling husband who helped in writing this chapter. :) Thanks also for the reviews! *hugs*

thoughts
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Chapter ten

Aragorn woke up with a headache. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He didn’t dare open them for the sun was shining directly at his face. Aragorn started turning to his side when he noticed that there was a warm body next to him. Legolas! He thought and smiled happily. It has been a while since we last slept together. Aragorn reached for his mate and opened his eyes. They snapped open and he gasped in shock as he saw who the person next to him was. What is Thomas doing in my bed?!

The man next to him was sleeping soundly and murmuring quietly in his sleep. Aragorn glared at him. Where was Legolas? And what the hell happened last night?! He shook the sleeping man and after a moment he awoke. “Aragorn?” He said and smiled sleepily. “What is amiss?”

“Would you care to explain exactly what you are doing in my bed?” Aragorn all but shouted. His headache was killing him.

Thomas looked confused. “You mean you don’t remember? You made love to me, Aragorn.”

The King felt angry, confused and regretful at the same time. “Love? To you?”

“Why yes. I love you, Aragorn, and I’m glad I can finally tell you that. Last night meant very much to me”, Thomas said, sat up and continued, “Are you telling me that you regret what happened between us last night?”

Aragorn shook his head. “I don’t know what to think, Thomas. I expected to wake up next to my husband this morning but found you in my bed instead. And now you’re telling me that we made love last night. This is confusing to say the least.”

Thomas took Aragorn’s hand into his and smiled at him gently. “I understand that and I’m not expecting anything from you. I just want you to know that I care for you deeply and last night wasn’t only about sex.”

Aragorn smiled weakly. “Thank you, Thomas. But why that look?” He queried when he noticed that Thomas was worrying his lip.

“How much do you remember of last night?” Thomas asked after a moment of silence.

Aragorn looked a bit sheepish. “Truth to be told, not much”, he admitted. “I think I drank a bit too much miruvor. I remember being upset about something… Ai, Valar!” He suddenly cried. “Legolas!”

“I should probably go”, Thomas said hesitatingly. He sensed that Aragorn needed to be alone and gather his thoughts. Aragorn nodded at him gratefully. He appreciated Thomas’ gesture. Thomas got dressed and left after giving Aragorn a kiss on his cheek. The King smiled at him meekly.

Last night’s events started gradually coming back to him. He remembered having a fight with Legolas and slapping him. He remembered coming back to his chambers and meeting Thomas there. He also remembered opening a bottle of miruvor and inviting Thomas to spend some time with him.

/After being satisfied by Thomas in his study, Aragorn had some more miruvor and then yet some more. Faint memories of Thomas kissing him with a wet mouth, caressing him, walking him to the Royal bedchamber… Laying on the bed with the naked chief of the palace guards next to him, becoming excited again, by the wine or by Thomas’ caresses, he didn’t care which but just let the man’s hands roam on his body, even though he knew it was not Legolas he was with./

“How could I let that happen!” Aragorn groaned. “The weakness of Isildur indeed flows in my veins.”

/Thomas taking him in his mouth again and then lowering himself on Aragorn’s Royal manhood, both of them breathing heavily, moaning… He slided in surprisingly easily, regardless of his being quite sizable in that regard, and of Thomas’ young age. For a passing moment he figured that Thomas must have been with men on quite a few occasions before this, but then, in his present state of mind, he just didn’t care. The only thing he was thinking about was the warm embrace of Thomas’ ass around his member. The young man riding him dictated the pace, and made it quite a ride. Thanks to having climaxed once already that night, it took quite a while this time. How long exactly, he had no idea. He barely remembered the incredible sensation of finally ejaculating up into Thomas, the jerking, twitching and screams of pleasure, but after that it was all blank, thanks to the miruvor./

What have I done? Legolas will never forgive my infidelity. Nor my violent outburst last night. Aragorn thought desperately. He must never find out about this, never. It will be the end of our marriage if he does.


After leaving the Royal chambers Thomas almost ran into a servant. “Watch where you’re going”, he snapped at the girl. She looked at him with a frightened look in her eyes.

“I beg your pardon, sire”, she said and curtsied. “I was on my way to the King’s chambers and…”

Thomas interrupted her. “What is it that you need to bother the King for?”

“I have a letter for him”, the girl said. “Lord Elrond told me to deliver it to the King this morn.”

“I shall take it”, Thomas said and snatched the letter from her hand. “I shall ensure that the King gets this right away.”

The servant curtsied again and left without saying anything. The man was creepy!

“Now, let’s see what Lord Elrond has to say”, Thomas muttered, broke the seal and opened the letter. He had no prejudices against reading someone else’s post whatsoever, not even the King’s.

King Elessar,
myself and Legolas departed this morning to Imladris accompanied by three of your guards. I am aware of your confrontation yestereve and of Legolas’ wishes to undo your marriage. Of course you know that your actions already have ensured that. However, I believe that it is not too late yet. Your husband still loves you and carries your child. I strongly suggest that you leave immediately and convince Legolas to return to your side. He is highly upset so do not expect too much from him. This may be your last chance to get back together with your husband. Do not waste it, my son.
Your father,
Lord Elrond Peredhel of Imladris

Thomas smiled in evil delight. “How sweet of Lord Elrond to concern himself with his son’s marriage… What a pity that the King will never see this letter”, he said aloud and tore it in pieces.