Hooves clatter violently along the stone walk as a group of fair elves gallops into the equally fair courtyard of Elrond's house. Down from the lead horse, a gorgeous white beast, jumps an odd elf with beautiful white smooth hair and a mystified look upon his face. He stands in the stone courtyard gazing about him as his companions gather nearby. A young elven maiden of the House comes racing over to them and bowing lightly she motions for them to follow her. Awaiting them in a pagoda close by is Elrond himself.
"You have arrived as expected, and by fate have you arrived in time for a counsel which I have decreed. For a thing of great power has been found and I have found need to decide what to do with the thing." The company nods and the elf takes all but one to their rooms for the evening. " Saesa omentien lle, Legolas of Mirkwood," Elrond says.
"Mae govannen," Legolas responds, touching his hand to his heart respectfully. "I have come with grave news for you which I must present immediately."
"This will have to wait my good friend, I have much to attend to at the moment, but you will have a chance to present your news at the council tomorrow." Legolas nods though it's quite obvious he's not all that happy about it. The elven woman is back and she quietly takes his arm and leads him to an open room with wide windows that face toward the extensive gardens of Elrond's house. A pleasant room and one that under normal circumstances he would have been able to enjoy, but on that particular night he was antsy and eager to move about after the long and hurried ride and so immediately after the young elf's leaving he leaps lightly out the open window and onto the damp grass outside. The solid damp earth beneath his feet feels good to him after the long and tireless ride and so he makes a quick and unconscious decision to run. And run he does, racing along the dirt path he runs up onto a ridge and over stones into the trees and then out into a beautiful glade where he stops. He stops for two reasons. One is the beauty of the glade. Here the moon shines clearly down onto the grass, making the dew sparkle and glow and illuminating every little spider web and droplet of water to his keen eyes, making the whole clearing shimmer with light. Two he has just spotted a lone tree on the other side and sitting beneath the lone tree is a man. A very handsome rugged man reading a book, or was reading a book, for now he sits, staring out with deep eyes filled with ages of wisdom.
"Undome," he greets standing. Legolas watches the man hesitantly. Still not sure who this is. He watches the mans steady approach, and gasps as the man steps fully into the moonlight. For the moment he becomes fully visible a feeling courses through Legolas like he had never known before. The feeling he gets only when he thinks of the sea.
"Undome," he greets the man unsteadily. "Amin sinta lle? Mani naa essa en lle?"
"My name," the man begins. "Is Aragorn." Legolas's eyes open.
"Aaye Aragorn, son of Arathorn," he says. Legolas realizes suddenly that he is still clutching nervously at his own chest and quickly and jerkily pulls his hand down. He has never felt this self conscious before, never. He is watching Aragorn's slow advance when suddenly he realizes how incredibly close he has gotten. His eyes widened as two large hands reach up and stroke his hair, and yet, he does not move. Nowhere in his body can he find the will nor the want to move. He stands absolutely still, and then a pair of lips touching down gently onto his own. Pressing into his gently. Slowly Aragorn pulls away.
"Amin hiraetha," Aragorn says.
"Don't be," Legolas responds. "Amin merna ta," he says. Then without warning he bolts. Away he races for a part of him could stand the tension no longer and so like a deer that has been frightened he flees. Back to his room he speeds until he lies safe in the blankets. His mind races and his heart beats a million times per second as he thinks about the kiss and his escape. Slowly he finds himself falling asleep to the memory of the kiss and the feeling of soft lips on his own.
Legolas wakes to find that he has slept far past the time that he normally does and that he is going to be late to the council if he does not hurry. Quickly he throws a simple tunic and legging on and runs out into the ground finding he is one of the last to arrive, second only to Frodo, who arrives only minutes after.
"Bring forth the ring," Elrond calls out signaling the start of the young halfling Frodo steps forward and presents the object of power, the one ring. Legolas's eyes open wide and he furrows his brow and watches the thing closely. He can almost hear it whisper it's evil and treachery.
"It is a gift," Boromir says suddenly, standing. Legolas shifts his eyes to Aragorn for the first time since entering the council. He is supprised to see Aragorn meeting his gaze evenly and perhaps still with a hint of passion in them. Suddenly Aragorn moves his eyes away and says;
"We cannot use it, none of us can!"
"And what would a ranger know of this?" Boromir asks. Legolas stands.
"This is no mere ranger, this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and king to the throne of Gondor." Boromir freezes and gazes at Aragorn for a long moment.
"Havo dad, Legolas," Aragorn says, waving his hand. Legolas sits down and stares at Boromir to gauge his reaction.
"Gondor has no king, nor does it need a king."
It has been decided. Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli the dwarf, Boromir, and three other halfings, Merry, Pippin, and Sam are to guide and bring Frodo to the cracks of Mount Doom, to cast the ring into the fires. Legolas stands in the same glade as the night before, awaiting the arrival of Aragorn. As the man steps into the clearing Legolas is already there and in his arms.
"Now it's my turn to say sorry." Aragorn shakes his head.
"No it is not. There is nothing to be sorry about. I apologize for overwhelming you."
"Lire lye auta?" Legolas asks.
"Soon," Aragorn responds, taking Legolas's hands. "This will be difficult," he says.
"I know," Legolas whispers. "But, I'm willing."
Okay so I apologize for anyone who was reading my other version of Dance With Me but I didn't like the way it was turning out so I decided to rewrite it. Again, sorry but I wanted to change so many things that it was eating me. Seriously it was. SO! This time I put in a ton more elvish which is listed in order of appearance here:
Pleasure meeting you
well met
good evening
Do I know you?
What is your name?
Hail
I'm sorry
I wanted it
Sit down
When are we leaving?
So thats it, comment plz?