Author's Note: This is NOT A SLASH!!! Starts when Legolas arrives in
Rivendell during FOTR. Continues, not quite sure when it will end. Little
bit of Aragorn/Arwen, lots of Legolas/Eowyn. Maybe even some Sam/Rosie in
later chapters. Right now it just concentrates on Gimli, Legolas, and
Aragorn (My favs. of the Fellowship.) .Hehehe! Please REVIEW! Flames are
used to fight off evil Orcs!! Luv you all, Coco
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"Legolas!" Aragorn's voice echoed through the morning mists.
A swift figure jumped down from his horse, and ran toward the shouting man, a blur of green and brown, with a swish of blonde hair.
"Aragorn!" The two men embraced, the embrace of friends long parted.
As they separated, Legolas surveyed his good friend, perhaps his best friend. Aragorn was a lot younger than him (well most people were, Legolas was 2,931), but if you saw the two of them standing next to each other, you would definitely say Legolas was younger. But Legolas was an elf, immortal, and forever young.
Aragorn had a cut on his face, and he was very dirty. Not at all like his elvish friend, who had his long blonde hair pulled into a half-ponytail, and had clothes that today could have past for recently pressed and washed.
How have you been, my friend? Legolas asked in Elvish, his native tongue, and one that Aragorn spoke fluently.
Tired, my friend, tired. I have brought a hobbit here to Rivendell. With him is the Ring of Power. But I'm sure you already knew this. Aragorn looked apprehensively at Legolas.
Yes, yes, I have heard.
As have many, answered a third, feminine voice. Legolas looked past Aragorn to see Arwen, the princess of Rivendell, approach.
Arwen! How nice to finally see you again! Legolas had been great friends with Arwen on his periodic visits to Rivendell. They were of about the same age, Arwen a little bit older. They had once been a promised marriage, arranged by each of their fathers, but it was broken off when Legolas was about 1,254.
Arwen nodded. I am glad to see you too, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn, may I see you later?
Aragorn nodded, his cheeks turning slightly red. Arwen half-smiled, then nodded at Legolas and quickly brushed past the two men.
Legolas smirked at his good friend. A romance? With Arwen?
Aragorn sighed. Yes. I am sure her father will not approve. I am not elf- kind.
Do not trouble yourself, Aragorn son of Arathorn. You will end up with the Lady Evenstar. I am sure this is your fate.
What about you Legolas? You ought to settle down some day.
They both laughed at the irony.
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That was a long time ago. Now, Aragorn was gone. Well, they weren't sure he was totally gone, but he had fallen from a cliff. How could he be alive?
Flashback
An orc lay laughing on the ground; it's ugly head roaring with laughter, yet coughing up death.
Legolas stared at the orc, then an incredible rage filled through him. He grasped the orc by the neck and drew him closer. "What happened?"
The orc laughed its' rasping laugh. "He.fell."
Legolas growled. "You lie."
The orc opened its' mouth to protest, but death overcame it. Legolas threw the orc back into the grass. Then, he spotted a brilliant jewel. He opened the orc's hand, and found the light of in this hand. He grasped the jewel, and prayed silently in Elvish. By the grace of the White Lady Galadriel, the powerful master Elrond, and my own father Thranduil, protects this mortal, Aragorn son of Arathorn. Protect him. Give him my strength, and the strength of Arwen Evenstar, his best friend and his lover. Protect him.
End Flashback
Legolas got off his horse silently. He saw Eowyn, the beautiful and brave lady of Rohan, rush forward, obviously looking for Aragorn. He would have gone to her, had the grief not been so near to his heart. //Please. Let him come back. We all need him.\\
He saw Gimli go to Eowyn, and could not hear what they said. But he saw Eowyn falter, then turn away in a swirl of curly blonde hair. He thought for a moment about going after her, but decided against it.
Later that night, a huge bonfire was lit, honoring the dead. Friends and family of those who lost a husband, father, or friend in the attack from the wolves of Isengard sat crying softly. Legolas and Gimli sat next to each other. Gimli was sniffling, and Legolas fingered his beautiful bow, given to him by Galadriel.
As the names of the dead were called out, King Theoden paused when he said, "Aragorn, son of Arathorn." A murmur rose through the crowd. The heir to Gondor had been with them? And now he was killed? This meant a sure death for the rest of them.
The ceremony lasted for many hours, someone would always rise and pay a tribute to their lost one. But no one said anything about Aragorn. They seemed to respect the grief of his two best friends.
Legolas got up to leave about halfway through. He couldn't stand this. No one had even mentioned his best friend. King Theoden had said nothing. Gimli had said nothing. As for himself, he wanted to, but couldn't bring himself to say anything in a language other than Elvish. And no one besides maybe Theoden would be able to understand anything he said.
A hand rested softly on his shoulder. //Not Aragorn, he's dead.Not Arwen, she's in Rivendell.Not Gimli.Well better not be, or I'll kill him for touching me like this.\\
Who's there? Legolas cursed himself when the words came out. Sometimes, he couldn't control his speech. He hadn't meant for that to come out in Elvish.
It's Eowyn.
Legolas jumped, shocked, and turned around to face the Lady of Rohan. Her soft features were illuminated in the moonlight. You speak Elvish?
She nodded. I learned when very young. I ran off one day, and met an elf maiden in the woods. She taught me over many days. I came home during the nights, only because my mother forced me. No one ever knew where I went, or what I learned. They never asked. Except for Eomer. But I couldn't tell him. It was my secret.
Legolas smiled softly. A wonderful story, Lady. It is refreshing to speak in my own tongue again. No one in the Fellowship except for Gandalf and.Aragorn.could speak this tongue.
Eowyn turned away, tears glistening in her eyes. Tell me about him. What was Aragorn like? I heard he was a great man.
He was. The best of my friends. Oh no.
Eowyn took Legolas' hand. What's wrong?
Arwen. His love. I loved her once, centuries ago. But it was not meant to be, and we moved on. She is meant to be with Aragorn. I can't bear to think of her reaction to his death. Legolas shook his magnificent head.
Eowyn held the saddened Elf. She sung a quiet lullaby in Elvish.
Hush my child, sleep well tonight Don't fret, all is well and right. The night is at peace And release Your fear For all is well an right In.here.
Legolas looked up at her. "That was my favorite song as a child. My mother, she used to hum it to me when I was scared. Sadly, she died. I was only 244. She was only 5,435."
Eowyn raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh, forgive me Lady. That is young when you talk of elves. Galadriel has been alive since the forging of the Rings of Power."
Eowyn shook her head, and sat down on the dirt floor next to Legolas. "I cannot imagine living that long. Or wanting to. To face all the ages of this Earth. To be here when it all changes. That would be torture."
Legolas stayed silent for a moment.
"I did not mean to offend, Elf Prince. But that it the truth as my heart sees it."
The Elf Prince of Mirkwood nodded. "Sometimes, forever seems like a long time. But other times, it seems like it could go by in the blink of an eye."
"How did your mother die?"
Legolas turned towards the Lady of Rohan. She was, indeed, beautiful. But not just physical beauty. In his long years, Legolas had seen many a woman 'prettier' than Eowyn. Why, Arwen, his good friend was made this mortal woman look normal, and plain. Compared to Galadriel. It was not a contest at all.
But where Eowyn's true beauty lied was within. She was brave, and shed off rays of her purity. Eowyn was a symbol of beauty, peace, courage. All the qualities of true hero. Yet she was a woman, and confined to a domestic life by the boundaries of her gender. Perhaps he could free her.
She was slain, by the arrows of Isengard. My father laid her to rest in the palace of our home, in Mirkwood. (A/N: I'm making this up.)
Eowyn tentatively reached out and took the Elf's hand in her own. "I am sorry. My own mother died of consumption, a terrible sickness."
Legolas stroked her cheek. "That is terrible. I have never known sickness. But it must be terrible."
"Yes. It is. It almost claimed my life as well."
Thank the Fathers it didn't.
Their eyes met. Slowly, tentatively, their lips met. They stayed that way, basking in the glory of their kiss, for many minutes. When they finally parted, Legolas heard footsteps approaching.
I must go. I bid you goodnight, Fair Lady of Rohan.
And then he was gone, leaving Eowyn smiling with happiness, and crying in sadness.
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Author's Note: Fluff fluff fluff. I am sorry. Oh well, next chapter will be up soon. No denying it, this IS a romance. Oh drat. Anyway, next chapter will cover Aragorn's return and the battle of Helm's Deep, so hopefully not as much FLUFF! Please review; flames will be used to fight evil Orcs! Luv Coco
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"Legolas!" Aragorn's voice echoed through the morning mists.
A swift figure jumped down from his horse, and ran toward the shouting man, a blur of green and brown, with a swish of blonde hair.
"Aragorn!" The two men embraced, the embrace of friends long parted.
As they separated, Legolas surveyed his good friend, perhaps his best friend. Aragorn was a lot younger than him (well most people were, Legolas was 2,931), but if you saw the two of them standing next to each other, you would definitely say Legolas was younger. But Legolas was an elf, immortal, and forever young.
Aragorn had a cut on his face, and he was very dirty. Not at all like his elvish friend, who had his long blonde hair pulled into a half-ponytail, and had clothes that today could have past for recently pressed and washed.
How have you been, my friend? Legolas asked in Elvish, his native tongue, and one that Aragorn spoke fluently.
Tired, my friend, tired. I have brought a hobbit here to Rivendell. With him is the Ring of Power. But I'm sure you already knew this. Aragorn looked apprehensively at Legolas.
Yes, yes, I have heard.
As have many, answered a third, feminine voice. Legolas looked past Aragorn to see Arwen, the princess of Rivendell, approach.
Arwen! How nice to finally see you again! Legolas had been great friends with Arwen on his periodic visits to Rivendell. They were of about the same age, Arwen a little bit older. They had once been a promised marriage, arranged by each of their fathers, but it was broken off when Legolas was about 1,254.
Arwen nodded. I am glad to see you too, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn, may I see you later?
Aragorn nodded, his cheeks turning slightly red. Arwen half-smiled, then nodded at Legolas and quickly brushed past the two men.
Legolas smirked at his good friend. A romance? With Arwen?
Aragorn sighed. Yes. I am sure her father will not approve. I am not elf- kind.
Do not trouble yourself, Aragorn son of Arathorn. You will end up with the Lady Evenstar. I am sure this is your fate.
What about you Legolas? You ought to settle down some day.
They both laughed at the irony.
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That was a long time ago. Now, Aragorn was gone. Well, they weren't sure he was totally gone, but he had fallen from a cliff. How could he be alive?
Flashback
An orc lay laughing on the ground; it's ugly head roaring with laughter, yet coughing up death.
Legolas stared at the orc, then an incredible rage filled through him. He grasped the orc by the neck and drew him closer. "What happened?"
The orc laughed its' rasping laugh. "He.fell."
Legolas growled. "You lie."
The orc opened its' mouth to protest, but death overcame it. Legolas threw the orc back into the grass. Then, he spotted a brilliant jewel. He opened the orc's hand, and found the light of in this hand. He grasped the jewel, and prayed silently in Elvish. By the grace of the White Lady Galadriel, the powerful master Elrond, and my own father Thranduil, protects this mortal, Aragorn son of Arathorn. Protect him. Give him my strength, and the strength of Arwen Evenstar, his best friend and his lover. Protect him.
End Flashback
Legolas got off his horse silently. He saw Eowyn, the beautiful and brave lady of Rohan, rush forward, obviously looking for Aragorn. He would have gone to her, had the grief not been so near to his heart. //Please. Let him come back. We all need him.\\
He saw Gimli go to Eowyn, and could not hear what they said. But he saw Eowyn falter, then turn away in a swirl of curly blonde hair. He thought for a moment about going after her, but decided against it.
Later that night, a huge bonfire was lit, honoring the dead. Friends and family of those who lost a husband, father, or friend in the attack from the wolves of Isengard sat crying softly. Legolas and Gimli sat next to each other. Gimli was sniffling, and Legolas fingered his beautiful bow, given to him by Galadriel.
As the names of the dead were called out, King Theoden paused when he said, "Aragorn, son of Arathorn." A murmur rose through the crowd. The heir to Gondor had been with them? And now he was killed? This meant a sure death for the rest of them.
The ceremony lasted for many hours, someone would always rise and pay a tribute to their lost one. But no one said anything about Aragorn. They seemed to respect the grief of his two best friends.
Legolas got up to leave about halfway through. He couldn't stand this. No one had even mentioned his best friend. King Theoden had said nothing. Gimli had said nothing. As for himself, he wanted to, but couldn't bring himself to say anything in a language other than Elvish. And no one besides maybe Theoden would be able to understand anything he said.
A hand rested softly on his shoulder. //Not Aragorn, he's dead.Not Arwen, she's in Rivendell.Not Gimli.Well better not be, or I'll kill him for touching me like this.\\
Who's there? Legolas cursed himself when the words came out. Sometimes, he couldn't control his speech. He hadn't meant for that to come out in Elvish.
It's Eowyn.
Legolas jumped, shocked, and turned around to face the Lady of Rohan. Her soft features were illuminated in the moonlight. You speak Elvish?
She nodded. I learned when very young. I ran off one day, and met an elf maiden in the woods. She taught me over many days. I came home during the nights, only because my mother forced me. No one ever knew where I went, or what I learned. They never asked. Except for Eomer. But I couldn't tell him. It was my secret.
Legolas smiled softly. A wonderful story, Lady. It is refreshing to speak in my own tongue again. No one in the Fellowship except for Gandalf and.Aragorn.could speak this tongue.
Eowyn turned away, tears glistening in her eyes. Tell me about him. What was Aragorn like? I heard he was a great man.
He was. The best of my friends. Oh no.
Eowyn took Legolas' hand. What's wrong?
Arwen. His love. I loved her once, centuries ago. But it was not meant to be, and we moved on. She is meant to be with Aragorn. I can't bear to think of her reaction to his death. Legolas shook his magnificent head.
Eowyn held the saddened Elf. She sung a quiet lullaby in Elvish.
Hush my child, sleep well tonight Don't fret, all is well and right. The night is at peace And release Your fear For all is well an right In.here.
Legolas looked up at her. "That was my favorite song as a child. My mother, she used to hum it to me when I was scared. Sadly, she died. I was only 244. She was only 5,435."
Eowyn raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh, forgive me Lady. That is young when you talk of elves. Galadriel has been alive since the forging of the Rings of Power."
Eowyn shook her head, and sat down on the dirt floor next to Legolas. "I cannot imagine living that long. Or wanting to. To face all the ages of this Earth. To be here when it all changes. That would be torture."
Legolas stayed silent for a moment.
"I did not mean to offend, Elf Prince. But that it the truth as my heart sees it."
The Elf Prince of Mirkwood nodded. "Sometimes, forever seems like a long time. But other times, it seems like it could go by in the blink of an eye."
"How did your mother die?"
Legolas turned towards the Lady of Rohan. She was, indeed, beautiful. But not just physical beauty. In his long years, Legolas had seen many a woman 'prettier' than Eowyn. Why, Arwen, his good friend was made this mortal woman look normal, and plain. Compared to Galadriel. It was not a contest at all.
But where Eowyn's true beauty lied was within. She was brave, and shed off rays of her purity. Eowyn was a symbol of beauty, peace, courage. All the qualities of true hero. Yet she was a woman, and confined to a domestic life by the boundaries of her gender. Perhaps he could free her.
She was slain, by the arrows of Isengard. My father laid her to rest in the palace of our home, in Mirkwood. (A/N: I'm making this up.)
Eowyn tentatively reached out and took the Elf's hand in her own. "I am sorry. My own mother died of consumption, a terrible sickness."
Legolas stroked her cheek. "That is terrible. I have never known sickness. But it must be terrible."
"Yes. It is. It almost claimed my life as well."
Thank the Fathers it didn't.
Their eyes met. Slowly, tentatively, their lips met. They stayed that way, basking in the glory of their kiss, for many minutes. When they finally parted, Legolas heard footsteps approaching.
I must go. I bid you goodnight, Fair Lady of Rohan.
And then he was gone, leaving Eowyn smiling with happiness, and crying in sadness.
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Author's Note: Fluff fluff fluff. I am sorry. Oh well, next chapter will be up soon. No denying it, this IS a romance. Oh drat. Anyway, next chapter will cover Aragorn's return and the battle of Helm's Deep, so hopefully not as much FLUFF! Please review; flames will be used to fight evil Orcs! Luv Coco