Authoress: Leeloo Minai Lekarariba-Laminai-Tchai Ekbat De Sebat (aka Leeloo)
Email: leeloodallas@msn.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aragorn and Legolas (friendship)
Disclaimer: I does not own Lord of the Rings, Mr. Tolkien do. Forgive?
Authoress' note: I write this, my first fanfiction. This just random and comfy. Domo danko. My friend who I lives with helped with my english in the fic... I gave her line and she made it sound pretty correct. Danko Gillian.
'Lorien Nights
~a fluff by Leeloo~
Gandalf was lost. The Fellowship was without their strong leader, for Aragorn was still unsure, not wanting to be given such a responsibility. So with grief in their hearts and pain in their eyes the eight set off on the next leg of the journey: Lothlorien.
There they told the Lady of the Woods their sorrowful tale and she bid them rest a while, enjoy the tranquility that is 'Lorien.
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"What ails you, mellon-nîn?" queried Aragorn, son of Arathorn, to the Son of Gondor, having found the man sitting away from the group, a sombre grimace on his face.
"Not that which ails the lot of you, I can say, but what ails me? It is not so easily answered." The man paused, turning to look at Aragorn. "I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and Gondor..."
"Her words can often be a source of distress, but fear not," Aragorn told the other Man. "She often only wishes well..."
"Aye," Boromir replied, thinking. "Her words were not depressing, but not uplifting either. Confusing is more the source of my pense than anything else."
"Then do not think too much," Aragorn said with a chuckle. "For morning comes all too soon and we all need our rest." And with that the Man sought his own solitude to think.
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It was in this solitude that Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, found his friend.
"What brings Estel this deep into the forrest?" asked the fair Elf, tilting his head, golden hair spilling off his shoulder and shimmering in the moonlight.
"Thoughts," replied Isildur's Heir grimly.
"Do not think too deeply, Estel, for there is naught that thoughts can do be deprive one of sleep for the time," Legolas returned with a pale smile. "If you care, I might lend an ear to these plaging thoughts that I would rid you of their presence for a time..."
"I would like that," Aragorn whispered, a sad smile tugging at his grizzle surrounded lips.
For a time the two companions just sat together, listening to the forrest whisper around them. And maybe it was the tune of the trees sighing goodnight to their fellows or just the warmth of a dear friend, but soon enough the two drifted off to sleep, propped against one another.
Words were not needed, to be thought or spoken. Their pain mutual, their sorrow escaping with the simple comfort of understanding. If this was how they spent their nights in 'Lorien, then maybe the next leg of the journey would be made easier.
The end
Leeloo: Yesh, that sucked. My english, while improving (much thanks Gillian), is still poor. I'm sorry for the lame fic. I wish to do better. Please review, ne?
Email: leeloodallas@msn.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aragorn and Legolas (friendship)
Disclaimer: I does not own Lord of the Rings, Mr. Tolkien do. Forgive?
Authoress' note: I write this, my first fanfiction. This just random and comfy. Domo danko. My friend who I lives with helped with my english in the fic... I gave her line and she made it sound pretty correct. Danko Gillian.
'Lorien Nights
~a fluff by Leeloo~
Gandalf was lost. The Fellowship was without their strong leader, for Aragorn was still unsure, not wanting to be given such a responsibility. So with grief in their hearts and pain in their eyes the eight set off on the next leg of the journey: Lothlorien.
There they told the Lady of the Woods their sorrowful tale and she bid them rest a while, enjoy the tranquility that is 'Lorien.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
"What ails you, mellon-nîn?" queried Aragorn, son of Arathorn, to the Son of Gondor, having found the man sitting away from the group, a sombre grimace on his face.
"Not that which ails the lot of you, I can say, but what ails me? It is not so easily answered." The man paused, turning to look at Aragorn. "I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and Gondor..."
"Her words can often be a source of distress, but fear not," Aragorn told the other Man. "She often only wishes well..."
"Aye," Boromir replied, thinking. "Her words were not depressing, but not uplifting either. Confusing is more the source of my pense than anything else."
"Then do not think too much," Aragorn said with a chuckle. "For morning comes all too soon and we all need our rest." And with that the Man sought his own solitude to think.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
It was in this solitude that Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, found his friend.
"What brings Estel this deep into the forrest?" asked the fair Elf, tilting his head, golden hair spilling off his shoulder and shimmering in the moonlight.
"Thoughts," replied Isildur's Heir grimly.
"Do not think too deeply, Estel, for there is naught that thoughts can do be deprive one of sleep for the time," Legolas returned with a pale smile. "If you care, I might lend an ear to these plaging thoughts that I would rid you of their presence for a time..."
"I would like that," Aragorn whispered, a sad smile tugging at his grizzle surrounded lips.
For a time the two companions just sat together, listening to the forrest whisper around them. And maybe it was the tune of the trees sighing goodnight to their fellows or just the warmth of a dear friend, but soon enough the two drifted off to sleep, propped against one another.
Words were not needed, to be thought or spoken. Their pain mutual, their sorrow escaping with the simple comfort of understanding. If this was how they spent their nights in 'Lorien, then maybe the next leg of the journey would be made easier.
The end
Leeloo: Yesh, that sucked. My english, while improving (much thanks Gillian), is still poor. I'm sorry for the lame fic. I wish to do better. Please review, ne?
