Authors note: Okay, first fic of LoTR. Please go easy on me. Also I'm not exactly a fan so I would appreciate if people don't try to kill me if I spell some name wrong. Common sense is a beautiful thing that allows us to live longer so, please, make good use of yours and I'll make good use of mine. ^^
Also, if anyone has a good elvish – English dictionary, I would be most grateful.
Warnings:
slash, shounen ai or whatever you want to call it – It will take a while, and be very light, but it's still there.
Semi -AU – It's most about Aragorn's childhood. The ring won't be mentioned.
Grammar/spelling – the author is not American. Be prepared.
That settle, the only thing left to say is Lord of the Rings is not mine. Which is pretty damn obvious, but I have to say anyway.
Now on with the story!
Narcissus
Prologue – Through the eyes of a child
Estel wasn't sure how old he was when they first met. Being still so young, all the child remembered was seeing the most beautiful elf ever, with yellow hair like the sun and blue eyes like the sky. And even if the elf didn't smile and barely spoke, Estel loved the sun and the sky so he decided he loved this elf too.
It was that simple.
The second time Estel saw the elf was the day after. The child had been running in the gardens, trying to catch a butterfly but, being only a toddler, it was expected for him to fall. Hence Estel ended up on the ground, crying loudly.
At least until he sensed someone close to him. Looking up, the child expected to see Arwen or Ada, maybe even the twins, but all he saw was the elf from before, looking down at him with those blue eyes while the sun made his hair even more shinny.
"What's the matter? Did you fall?"
Trying to sit up, Estel failed to realize he wasn't crying anymore. Instead he watched in awe as that beautiful elf kneeled on the dirt, bending so they could stare at each other.
Estel giggled.
"What is it?" – the elf asked. Taking a tissue from his pocket he started to clean the child's face.
"You'r lil' now!" – little Estel beamed happily, almost bouncing in place.
The elf seemed confused but the child didn't care. He was happy!
"Legolas."
"Élolas!" – Estel beamed.
"Legolas". – the elf repeated.
"Legas?"
" Le. go .las."
"Lélalas!" – Estel exclaimed triumphantly.
The elf looked away.
"Maybe you're still too young..." – the voice was soft but to little Estel it sounded sad. All the happiness he felt vanished, leaving him with a strange feeling on his stomach. Reaching out the child tugged at the elf's vest.
Blue and gray eyes met.
"Lelas?" – Estel called shyly. He wasn't sure if he said it right this time.
The elf rolled his eyes but didn't go away. And Estel noticed that.
"Guess this will have to do, tithen pen."
Goodbyes, little Estel concluded, are not nice. Especially when he noticed it was 'Lelas' who was going away.
"Namárië, Prince Legolas. May your journey be a peaceful one."
Estel's head snapped up, just in time to see his Ada looking at him before stepping aside. And the child knew that sign. It was the 'finish this and go to bed' look. Dejected he tried to reach out, mind working furiously, trying to sort between so many words. Perhaps it was just a small journey? Like the ones his brothers took?
"Lelas?"
Little Estel waited, heart beating fast on his chest. For a moment he thought the elf didn't hear him or that he got the name wrong. But then 'Lelas' looked back and smiled a little.
And no matter if his brothers and Ada wouldn't ever believe him, Estel would never forget that smile.
It would be their secret.
Well, that's it for now. R&R folks!
Elven dictionary:
tithen pen – little one
namárië – farewell