Chapter One
Of Fears and Troubles
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but this plot.
Warnings: No slash or profanity. I have nothing against slash but I rather not write it. I also will have plenty of mistakes since I don't know Lord of the Rings by heart. So please have some patience with me and I would be happy if you pointed out any, major or small. The small ones I will fix but the ones vital to this story will stay. But I'll put the fact to mind when I write another story.
Thank you for reading!
His grey eyes swept across the gardens, gazing upon the glowing blossoms. The towering trees cast their shadows upon the tall blades of grass, blessed with dew. He didn't see all of this for he was troubled.
His dark tresses curled to his shoulders and his jaw set. His face was a mask, impassive and still. The mask was painted with youth and determination. But his eyes gave way. A light that was once there dimmed, weakened by fear.
Aragorn sighed and walked inside the House of Elrond. He pushed the doors open and stared into the Hall of Fire. A bright fire burned in the hearth, eating away at the firewood, between carven pillars upon either side.
Silence engulfed the hall and yet broken by the crackling fire. He leaned against a pillar, closing his eyes. He sat still, hair falling into his face. He felt his heart beat rapidly against his chest.
In his mind, he thought of many things. From the darkness, he saw roads stretching out from one path, branching out into choices.
He drifted into a unfitful sleep, washed in a sea of thoughts.
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He smiled. The smell of honeysuckle and heather blessed the land. Blossoms glowed with radiance, wind scattering their petals. The Sun smiled down upon him and dew slipped from the blades of grass. The treetops shuddered and whispered to another peacefully.
His grey eyes fell from the window and he turned, emerging from his room. His eyes were different from that of others. His were filled with a softer light of love and wisdom unlike Aragorn's steely glance. His face was blessed with youth and yet wisdom lingered on his shoulders. He was at peace as though his fears were washed away.
"Glorfindel," he called loudly.
"Yes, Legolas," the Elf-lord said, halting suddenly. He turned and walked lightly toward the prince.
"Where is Aragorn?" he questioned.
A troubled frown crossed Glorfindel's face. "Yes?"
Legolas bored his eyes into Glorfindel's. "Where is he?" he repeated slowly.
"He has sought peace in the Hall of Fire," the lord said simply. "Do not disturb him. He is troubled." Glorfindel began to flee down the corridor when Legolas cried out again.
"Troubled?"
But silence answered him instead. Legolas sighed and strode through the wide corridors and through many doors into a hall. The fire burned merrily in a large hearth beside carved pillars where a figure leaned against it, head bowed. His hair fell in his face but Legolas recognized him as Aragorn.
"Aragorn."
The figure stirred slightly. "What is wrong?" He looked crossly at Aragorn when he did not answer.
He perched a hand on the man's shoulder. "Aragorn," he said clearly. "Awake, my friend."
A soft groan escaped his lips and his eyes snapped open. His cold gaze caused Legolas to shudder. "Legolas," he said.
"What is this? In the Hall of Fire when your dear friend visits?" Legolas said mockingly. He smiled but Aragorn frowned.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"Are you troubled?" Legolas asked quietly.
A forced smile brightened his features slightly. "No," he answered. "I am not. Do not worry for me, Legolas."
Legolas watched Aragorn carefully.
The Elf suddenly remembered his fears as he gazed at Aragorn's troubled face and fearful eyes. He looked like...him.
Legolas's smile faded and he watched Aragorn lift himself to his feet. "Are you troubled?" he asked, eyeing Legolas sharply.
"I..." He stopped. "Come to my room. I shall tell you soon enough." Aragorn heeded his words and they both emerged from the Hall of Fire.
A/N: A bit short, yes, but I found it a good place to stop. Now, how do you like it so far? Am I okay? Did I make any mistake?
QUESTION: Does anyone know how Legolas's mother died? I was just wondering because if she did die a specific way like Orcs (what I think), I would probably just stick to that instead of making things up about it.