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Title: The secret garden
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The wonderful elf and human belong to Tolkien. I have no clue if Christmas is known in middle-earth and all of this is made up.
Beta read by: The wonderful, awesome, and lovely

sylvanelfqueen
Warnings: M/M sex, slight hint of MPREG
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A/N: This story is dedicated to all the nice people supporting and encouraging me and reading my stories. There will be a short part each day until christmas ;)

Special thanks to:

My mother Thanks for having faith in me, thanks for always helping me out and for letting me live my dreams.
Squeak Thank you for everything. You were the one helping Waking Nightmare out of the cupboard and finally brought me back to my passion: writing. Thank you for your encouragement. You make me go on, honestly *hug* I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

The lips on his had been as soft as they were now, innocent and shy. It had been in the garden of Rivendell, the stars high above them glittering on the sky, the flowers blooming. Aragorn had had no mind for the beauty of the night only for the beauty before him. But tears had veiled the blue stars and the whole world seemed to cry with the innocent being.

“Lasse?” Aragorn carefully stepped closer to the young elf who looked up startled. His tears were not meant to be seen by anyone.

“Why are you crying?”

Legolas could see the sorrow in the blue-grey eyes of his beloved and it hurt him.

“It is nothing.”

“Please don’t lie to me Lasse.” Aragorn pulled the fair body carefully into his arms.
“Tell me, what fills your heart with sorrow and your eyes with tears? You should not cry. You should never be unhappy.” He murmured softly. The kindness in his words increased Legolas’ tears.

“Estel I…I…don’t despise me if I tell.” He finally managed to say between sobs.

“I would never despise you, Legolas, never.” Aragorn reassured the shaking elf in his arms, carefully combing through the long hair with one of his hands.
“I…I am in love with a man. But I think his heart belongs to someone else and even if not he could never be with me.”

Aragorn felt a sharp sting within his heart. So Legolas loved someone else. He felt as if his heart was shattered within seconds but he could not show it now.

“Who is he? If he doesn’t want you he doesn’t deserve you. He has to be a fool” His voice sounded odd in his own ears, monotone.

TBC