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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
Feedback: Yes please! Put a gift for me under the Christmas tree by leaving feedback :) honestly I love it more than presents ;)

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.

“I can’t take this.” He repeated. “I don’t want you to give up your life for me!”

“I am not giving up my life because you are my life.” Legolas retorted, his eyes silently pleading. Aragorn looked uncomfortably at the Evenstar in his hand, before he smiled.

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes.” Legolas whispered before Aragorn’s lips were on his again.

“I have nothing to give you in return.” The human murmured. Christmas was a silent day of celebration, gifts were not exchanged.

“You do. All I want is you melleth-nîn.”

“You have my heart and my soul, dear prince. You hold it in your hands.”

The happiness that shone within Legolas eyes made Aragorn’s stomach do flip flops.
He handed the necklace carefully back to the blonde.

“Would you?” He asked smiling.

Legolas had felt so insecure but now that he put the necklace around his lover’s neck everything seemed so real. When he had fastened the necklace his hands slid over the delicate piece of jewellery and down Aragorn’s chest. Blue eyes locked with blue-grey ones and for seconds the world stopped turning.

“May I make a wish?” The elf’s soft voice finally broke the silence.

TBC