Disclaimer: Whoa. I do not own this. Some lucky freaks somewhere else own them and those nice, white papers allowing them to use the characters n' all that junk, but one of those lucky peoples is absolutely, 100% NOT me! And the song in the first chapter is also not mine. It's called 'Aniron' and it's by Enya, so I'm guessing it belongs to her. But I also took out a line. For the best too, if you know what the song means, that line would screw up the whole scene. Just remember that Undomiel means Evenstar which is Arwen's ame. Yikes.
So please don't sue me unless you find making teenage, Canadian girls agitated. Which I hope you don't. SO DON'T SUE ME!
Rating: R for later chapters because of slash (yes folks, this is a big fat slash fic, so if you're offended by that, GO AWAY! If not, stay. No duh.)
Genre: Romance, Angst
Author:Escagurlie
Summary:Set after the Fellowship of the Ring. Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli are searching for Merry and Pippin, but when they encounter a fatal aciident, can the remaining of the three cope? R/R PLEASE!
Warning: Yep, here's my warning. This IS a slash story, meaning man/man relationship. If this disturbs you, well, I think you should have left already. Go ahead and flame me, if ya feel the urge (urge? Urge! I'll stop that.) It could give me a good laugh. But I'm gonna remind you that this story is out of my imagination. If you insult me or my imagination, that is really pointless sinci it's MY imagination and you can't hurt it with dumbass remarks about how I'm a sick cow. If you like it, great. If you don't, fine. I really don't care if you don't. That's all, folks! Arigato! n.n
Chapter One: Those Fateful Days
Legolas stared into the sky. The dark clouds swirled about each other in a game of tag. They soon broke and soft moonlight illuminated the elf's ethereal face. It danced across his lips, sparkled in his eyes, ran across his silken blonde hair, and slided down his wooden bow. His ivory skin radiated and he gently closed his eyes.
He had been standing on a rise, on the watch for orcs. Legolas, being an elf, didn't experience the fatigue that the others did. His watchful blue eyes didn't miss a thing.
Legolas sighed and stepped down from his watch. His eyes had been glued to the horizon for hours. Now, instead, he renderred his gaze to his two companions, sleeping by the dying embers of their fire. A smile curved on the elf's soft lips as he watched Gimli's brow furrow and he muttered 'Gerroff! I'll get yeh, yeh dirty, stinking orc!'.He then turned his watch on the sleeping Ranger. He frowned and saw that a tear was trailing down his friend's cheek. He silently walke dover to him and knelt down beside him. Deep blue eyes studied Aragorn's face as the elf slowly rose his hand and brushed the droplet off his tanned cheek. Aragorn stirred and his troubled face relaxed. Legolas smiled and returned to his watch on the rise; his eyes, once again, glued to the horizon.
When Aragorn awoke, Legolas was still satnding there, ever watchful.
" Whi did you not wake me, my friend? Once again, you have taken my watch shift and deprived yourself of reat." mused Aragorn as he walked up behind him.
Legolas turned around to find Aragorn smiling at him. The rising sun reflected on the Ranger's young face. Each smiled at the other and Aragorn placed his hand on the elf's shoulder. The soft breeze lifted Legolas's blonde hair and brushed it against Aragorn's hand. He lifted his fingers and entwined them in the silken hair. Legolas slowly placed his hand on the Ranger's slender hip and continued to softly smile at him. He began to softly hum, a slow, quiet elven tune. Then slowly, he began to sing
" O mor henion i dhu..." his song carried in the wind like a feather floating on a summer's breeze. He wondered if Aragorn would recognize the song. He did.
The Ranger continued the next phrase."Ely siriar, el sila...." his voice joined Legolas's in the quiet morning air.
Legolas smiled. He thought Aragorn would know this tune. He placed his other hand on the other hip and continued.
"Tiro! el sila e mor..." His soft, fair lips curved with every word, enchanting the morning's light.
Aragorn's other hand found Legolas's arm and he slid it up onto the elf's forearm. " Il lir en el, luitha uren...."
The last line of the song, their voices joined as one and carried through the morning, " Ai! Aniron......"
Legolas lowered his gaze and closed his eyes, a soft smile curved on his rosy lips. Aragorn rose his head to the sky and smelled the fragrant air. He also closed his eyes and softly hummed the elven tune over. His eyes shot open when he felt the soft, satiny hir against his neck. He lowered his eyes to find the elf had leaned forward and rested his chin in the crook beneath his chin. Aragorn ssmiled and lowered his head to rest on top of his friend's.
Legolas smiled into Aragorn's tunic and sighed. It had been so long since he had been held by someone and he missed it since he had joined the Fellowship. He didn't dare ask anyone. The elf sighed once more and slid his hands around to meet each other behind Aragorn's back. Aragorn then brought the hand on Legolas's forearm to reat behind his soft neck while the other continued to entwine in the soft hair flooding into his hands.
The two men remained in this position for quite some time. It was when Gimli grunted in his sleep that Legolas stepped back and rose his eyes to meet Aragorn's.
"Thank you, Aragorn. I needed that." he said placidly
"As did I, prince Greenleaf," replied the Ranger.
They then drew apart and set to making some breakfast and waking Gimli.
Both were quiet, but not in the mind.
A.N.: well, there's the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think, cuz I'm absolutely starved for reviews. Hey, if you didn't like this and your into sillier, stupider fics, check out my other stories and leave me a review (I know, I'm a shameless promoter) Arigato!!!!!!
So please don't sue me unless you find making teenage, Canadian girls agitated. Which I hope you don't. SO DON'T SUE ME!
Rating: R for later chapters because of slash (yes folks, this is a big fat slash fic, so if you're offended by that, GO AWAY! If not, stay. No duh.)
Genre: Romance, Angst
Author:Escagurlie
Summary:Set after the Fellowship of the Ring. Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli are searching for Merry and Pippin, but when they encounter a fatal aciident, can the remaining of the three cope? R/R PLEASE!
Warning: Yep, here's my warning. This IS a slash story, meaning man/man relationship. If this disturbs you, well, I think you should have left already. Go ahead and flame me, if ya feel the urge (urge? Urge! I'll stop that.) It could give me a good laugh. But I'm gonna remind you that this story is out of my imagination. If you insult me or my imagination, that is really pointless sinci it's MY imagination and you can't hurt it with dumbass remarks about how I'm a sick cow. If you like it, great. If you don't, fine. I really don't care if you don't. That's all, folks! Arigato! n.n
Chapter One: Those Fateful Days
Legolas stared into the sky. The dark clouds swirled about each other in a game of tag. They soon broke and soft moonlight illuminated the elf's ethereal face. It danced across his lips, sparkled in his eyes, ran across his silken blonde hair, and slided down his wooden bow. His ivory skin radiated and he gently closed his eyes.
He had been standing on a rise, on the watch for orcs. Legolas, being an elf, didn't experience the fatigue that the others did. His watchful blue eyes didn't miss a thing.
Legolas sighed and stepped down from his watch. His eyes had been glued to the horizon for hours. Now, instead, he renderred his gaze to his two companions, sleeping by the dying embers of their fire. A smile curved on the elf's soft lips as he watched Gimli's brow furrow and he muttered 'Gerroff! I'll get yeh, yeh dirty, stinking orc!'.He then turned his watch on the sleeping Ranger. He frowned and saw that a tear was trailing down his friend's cheek. He silently walke dover to him and knelt down beside him. Deep blue eyes studied Aragorn's face as the elf slowly rose his hand and brushed the droplet off his tanned cheek. Aragorn stirred and his troubled face relaxed. Legolas smiled and returned to his watch on the rise; his eyes, once again, glued to the horizon.
When Aragorn awoke, Legolas was still satnding there, ever watchful.
" Whi did you not wake me, my friend? Once again, you have taken my watch shift and deprived yourself of reat." mused Aragorn as he walked up behind him.
Legolas turned around to find Aragorn smiling at him. The rising sun reflected on the Ranger's young face. Each smiled at the other and Aragorn placed his hand on the elf's shoulder. The soft breeze lifted Legolas's blonde hair and brushed it against Aragorn's hand. He lifted his fingers and entwined them in the silken hair. Legolas slowly placed his hand on the Ranger's slender hip and continued to softly smile at him. He began to softly hum, a slow, quiet elven tune. Then slowly, he began to sing
" O mor henion i dhu..." his song carried in the wind like a feather floating on a summer's breeze. He wondered if Aragorn would recognize the song. He did.
The Ranger continued the next phrase."Ely siriar, el sila...." his voice joined Legolas's in the quiet morning air.
Legolas smiled. He thought Aragorn would know this tune. He placed his other hand on the other hip and continued.
"Tiro! el sila e mor..." His soft, fair lips curved with every word, enchanting the morning's light.
Aragorn's other hand found Legolas's arm and he slid it up onto the elf's forearm. " Il lir en el, luitha uren...."
The last line of the song, their voices joined as one and carried through the morning, " Ai! Aniron......"
Legolas lowered his gaze and closed his eyes, a soft smile curved on his rosy lips. Aragorn rose his head to the sky and smelled the fragrant air. He also closed his eyes and softly hummed the elven tune over. His eyes shot open when he felt the soft, satiny hir against his neck. He lowered his eyes to find the elf had leaned forward and rested his chin in the crook beneath his chin. Aragorn ssmiled and lowered his head to rest on top of his friend's.
Legolas smiled into Aragorn's tunic and sighed. It had been so long since he had been held by someone and he missed it since he had joined the Fellowship. He didn't dare ask anyone. The elf sighed once more and slid his hands around to meet each other behind Aragorn's back. Aragorn then brought the hand on Legolas's forearm to reat behind his soft neck while the other continued to entwine in the soft hair flooding into his hands.
The two men remained in this position for quite some time. It was when Gimli grunted in his sleep that Legolas stepped back and rose his eyes to meet Aragorn's.
"Thank you, Aragorn. I needed that." he said placidly
"As did I, prince Greenleaf," replied the Ranger.
They then drew apart and set to making some breakfast and waking Gimli.
Both were quiet, but not in the mind.
A.N.: well, there's the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think, cuz I'm absolutely starved for reviews. Hey, if you didn't like this and your into sillier, stupider fics, check out my other stories and leave me a review (I know, I'm a shameless promoter) Arigato!!!!!!