Disclaimer: These are not my characters, I'm just borrowing them for a
while… ^_^;;; *nabs Frodo and makes him dance again* This is gonna have
eventual slash so if u don't like that kind of thing you have been warned!
Also I set it in an AU where Arwen never existed because I can't see any
Legolas/Aragorn pairings with her in the picture - Aragorn isn't like that.
So here we go. R&R & Flame are welcome - I find them sooooo funny! (the
fact that you'd first read slash, and then take the time out of your oh so
busy schedule to review it…)
Legolas considered the man before him. He was an enigma - both rough and smooth, dark and light, old and young. He was Estel, hope, elf-friend and king of men. He was also concentrating hard on trying to insert a large blanket into a small hole.
Aragorn looked up at the elf's approach.
"Mae govannen, Legolas. Have you gathered your belongings for this quest?"
"I have not many, but what meagre fare I have is packed."
"Good," he said emphatically "We should make a quick start tomorrow morning, there are many lands between here and that dark place. It will be difficult, even for the largest of us." His voice was deep, as you would expect from his outward appearance, but had a tone of… was it fear? Hesitation? Doubt?
"Do not fear for them. Even the smallest person may have skills and qualities that none know."
Aragorn sighed and turned to walk down the steps to the pony. "Aragorn? Why do you fear the future?"
The man paused without turning. "I do not fear the future, I fear the past." And with this cryptic statement he strode down to where the fellowship were beginning to gather.
Legolas watched him go. 'He is uncertain of himself, yet I sense great strength in him. He is the closest I have seen of Isildur's heirs to Isildur himself, and yet…' He stood for a while considering the King in exile. 'Indeed this quest will be interesting…' Walking lightly he too joined the fellowship.
Author's note: Okay, It's not very good yet, but give me time!! It will get better, if I get reviews… ^_^
Legolas considered the man before him. He was an enigma - both rough and smooth, dark and light, old and young. He was Estel, hope, elf-friend and king of men. He was also concentrating hard on trying to insert a large blanket into a small hole.
Aragorn looked up at the elf's approach.
"Mae govannen, Legolas. Have you gathered your belongings for this quest?"
"I have not many, but what meagre fare I have is packed."
"Good," he said emphatically "We should make a quick start tomorrow morning, there are many lands between here and that dark place. It will be difficult, even for the largest of us." His voice was deep, as you would expect from his outward appearance, but had a tone of… was it fear? Hesitation? Doubt?
"Do not fear for them. Even the smallest person may have skills and qualities that none know."
Aragorn sighed and turned to walk down the steps to the pony. "Aragorn? Why do you fear the future?"
The man paused without turning. "I do not fear the future, I fear the past." And with this cryptic statement he strode down to where the fellowship were beginning to gather.
Legolas watched him go. 'He is uncertain of himself, yet I sense great strength in him. He is the closest I have seen of Isildur's heirs to Isildur himself, and yet…' He stood for a while considering the King in exile. 'Indeed this quest will be interesting…' Walking lightly he too joined the fellowship.
Author's note: Okay, It's not very good yet, but give me time!! It will get better, if I get reviews… ^_^