Disclaimer: The characters and places of the Lord of the Rings are the creation of J.R.R. Tolkien, and currently licensed to New Line Cinema. All original characters and situations belong to the author. No slash expressed or implied at any time in any of my stories.
A/N: This is a response to a challenge to write a 200-word (or less) story with Legolas and Aragorn, so – yup – it really is complete. ;)
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"What do your elf's eyes see?" Aragorn inquired, as Legolas abruptly halted and gazed aside into a dense thicket. The ranger frowned, mildly exasperated. Two weeks scouting paths over the Misty Mountains had left him weary, grimy and longing for home.
"I am…uncertain,' Legolas muttered, distractedly. Striding away, he vanished in the trees.
Sighing resignedly, Aragorn followed. Pushing through the tangled mass of leaves, he nearly collided with the elf, standing motionless at the base of winding stone steps. His gaze wandering up them, Aragorn's jaw dropped.
Seated delicately on a stone bench at the top were the two fairest maidens he'd ever encountered. One had hair of spun moonlight and other's was dark as midnight and decorated with gems like twinkling stars. With smiles of pure enchantment, they beckoned to the elf and ranger.
A shiver ran down Legolas's spine, but Aragorn stepped forward, mesmerized. Catching him, Legolas dragged his friend back into the thicket.
"Nay! This appears too fair and feels too foul."
Aragorn pulled free and stumbled back toward the stairs. Breaking through the trees, he found they'd vanished. He shuddered and turned away.
The end.