Note: None of these are my original characters except for Aradia and
Angadae. The rest all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. This takes place five years
after ROTF! Shounen ai between Aragorn/Legolas! Legolas will be OOC most of
this fic!
The Darkest Night
Prologue
A.J. Matthews
Aragorn stood there, shaking. "Why, Legolas?" he whispered. His face was ashen as he stared at his Elven lover.
"It isn't that I'm turning against you, Aragorn. It's just that I think it's time for me to move on," Legolas said. "My kingdom has been suffering because of everything else."
Aragorn grabbed him hard and looked into Legolas's green eyes. "What the hell kind of an excuse is that?" he snapped. Pain and hurt were coursing through him.
Legolas looked back impassively. "I leave for Mirkwood at dawn, Aragorn. Please give me love to Aradia." The elf turned and walked away, exiting the room.
Aragorn was incredulous and hurt much more than he'd ever hurt in his entire life. He sank into his chair and wept. How could Legolas just turn his back on him after being together for five years?
An unknown figure with black hair and piercing red eyes smiled as he watched King Elessar grieving. He turned and left silently, following Legolas. Magic soured through the air.
Legolas was sitting in his room, packing his things silently. Pain coursed through him as well. He slowly finished and sat down in a chair. He buried his face in his hands, as tears began to stream down his face.
God, Aragorn, I'm sorry, Legolas had silently screamed as he'd broken up with the one he loved more than anything in the world. But it's the only way…
His door opened. Legolas wiped his tears away and looked at the figure who stood in the doorway, wrapped in darkness.
Tension mounted in the elf as the figure walked in and touched his face.
"Well done, Legolas," the figure hissed.
Legolas looked up at the figure. "Come to gloat?" he said neutrally.
"Indeed," the person whispered.
"You will do as you promised?" Legolas questioned.
"Yes. I always reward those who do as they are told," the evil voice purred.
Legolas flinched and turned his back to the figure. "I didn't have much choice," he said.
"I know. I will see you at dawn, Legolas, past the borders." The figure turned and walked out.
Legolas nodded mutely. He looked after the solitary figure, his face pale. He'd never felt so distraught or despaired before in his life, not even when he'd been a prisoner of Angadae five years ago.
Aragorn did not know. He couldn't know that a new person had been brought into darkness, and that the person was controlling him, forcing him to do his bidding. Aragorn would find all of this out much too late.
And that was what Legolas was afraid of.
To be continued.
The Darkest Night
Prologue
A.J. Matthews
Aragorn stood there, shaking. "Why, Legolas?" he whispered. His face was ashen as he stared at his Elven lover.
"It isn't that I'm turning against you, Aragorn. It's just that I think it's time for me to move on," Legolas said. "My kingdom has been suffering because of everything else."
Aragorn grabbed him hard and looked into Legolas's green eyes. "What the hell kind of an excuse is that?" he snapped. Pain and hurt were coursing through him.
Legolas looked back impassively. "I leave for Mirkwood at dawn, Aragorn. Please give me love to Aradia." The elf turned and walked away, exiting the room.
Aragorn was incredulous and hurt much more than he'd ever hurt in his entire life. He sank into his chair and wept. How could Legolas just turn his back on him after being together for five years?
An unknown figure with black hair and piercing red eyes smiled as he watched King Elessar grieving. He turned and left silently, following Legolas. Magic soured through the air.
Legolas was sitting in his room, packing his things silently. Pain coursed through him as well. He slowly finished and sat down in a chair. He buried his face in his hands, as tears began to stream down his face.
God, Aragorn, I'm sorry, Legolas had silently screamed as he'd broken up with the one he loved more than anything in the world. But it's the only way…
His door opened. Legolas wiped his tears away and looked at the figure who stood in the doorway, wrapped in darkness.
Tension mounted in the elf as the figure walked in and touched his face.
"Well done, Legolas," the figure hissed.
Legolas looked up at the figure. "Come to gloat?" he said neutrally.
"Indeed," the person whispered.
"You will do as you promised?" Legolas questioned.
"Yes. I always reward those who do as they are told," the evil voice purred.
Legolas flinched and turned his back to the figure. "I didn't have much choice," he said.
"I know. I will see you at dawn, Legolas, past the borders." The figure turned and walked out.
Legolas nodded mutely. He looked after the solitary figure, his face pale. He'd never felt so distraught or despaired before in his life, not even when he'd been a prisoner of Angadae five years ago.
Aragorn did not know. He couldn't know that a new person had been brought into darkness, and that the person was controlling him, forcing him to do his bidding. Aragorn would find all of this out much too late.
And that was what Legolas was afraid of.
To be continued.