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The Time to Rejoice (NC-17)

Written by Kissa

22 December 2006 | 11846 words

Chapter 6

The evening of the Yule party came and Gandalf took on the task of presiding over the fun. He had come up with the idea of hanging mistletoe over each door, just like it was done in Imladris. The halls smelled pleasantly of cinnamon and oranges and baked goodies, Lindir was playing his harp in the main hall and everyone was helping with preparations.

Elrond had suggested they set up a big fir tree with sweets and little presents in it, just like in Imladris. Faramir had brought a ladder and, together with Elrond, they were hanging the many objects from the tree branches.

Aragorn saw Elrohir talk to Faramir and at one point he even saw them retreat from the main hall. Smiling to himself, thinking that maybe his intrepid brother was going to play the same question-and-answer game with Faramir as well, Aragorn did not begrudge Elrohir his initiative. Instead, he went to help with the decoration of the main hall.

He had climbed up the ladder, wanting to hang an ornament from the big chandelier, but he slipped and fell from high above the ground. The entire hall went deadly silent. Luckily, he was caught by strong warrior arms and he opened his eyes to look at Legolas, who had just made his appearance in the main hall and had sprung to his friend’s rescue.

After the elf placed him gently on the ground, helping him regain his balance and smoothing his ruffled hair, Aragorn looked at his long time friend. Never had Legolas looked more beautiful. A quiet bliss radiated from the elf and his smile was brighter than ever.

Legolas was wearing white, his tunic, leggings and boots all shining clean in spite of the long road he’d traveled. A mithril circlet adorned his serene forehead and Aragorn could only stare at the elf’s perfect beauty. There was also something else about him… it looked like Legolas was… puffier? He had definitely put some weight around the waist and hips.

Wait a moment! Elves do not gain weight… Unless… Aragorn reasoned. Gods, son of Arathorn, you are so thick sometimes! he chided himself and smiled at the elf.

“Welcome, Legolas! This was quite an entrance you made…I guess I owe you my gratitude, and my life, like many times in the past!” he spoke.

They hugged and held each other for a long time, until someone coughed behind Legolas. Aragorn opened his eyes and stared into Éomer’s frowning face.

“Hey, Ranger that is my queen and heir you are squashing!” Éomer said in a friendly tone.

The elf protested at having been called a queen in public, but the protest was only half-serious.

Releasing Legolas, Aragorn went to give the King of Rohan the same treatment, hugging the slightly bigger man until his ribs cracked.

When all of the surviving members of the Fellowship were present, they drank to their reunion and to the new era of peace. Aragorn was glad he did not have to look into Faramir’s eyes during his brief toast, and he was even more thankful Faramir wasn’t there to witness the scene, as it surely would have brought him much pain. The party started without any more heart-stopping events and everyone had lots of, especially the elflings and children present, who insisted on playing outside in the snow once they had received their presents.

At some point during the evening, Aragorn was taken aside by Elladan, who whispered something in his ear and they had a rather long conversation in the relative privacy of a window sill in the main hall. It was the elf who left first, smiling smugly and looking quite pleased with himself.

The dances began and Elrond’s sons were the stars of the party, their grace as they danced together unparalleled… that, only until Legolas was dragged onto the dancefloor by Éomer. The man looked at his elf with such adoration and devotion as they glided over the shiny floor that everyone was mesmerized by the odd couple, although they only had eyes for each other and were oblivious to the admiring stares.

Towards the morning, when everyone retreated to go to bed, Aragorn headed for his bedchamber, hoping Faramir would be there, preferably resting after days of struggling to plan a perfect party.

Faramir was nowhere to be seen, and Aragorn could only hope he would have his Steward to snuggle close to that night. He did take the time to look for the item Elladan had suggested and set it in place.

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