Note: Sorry for the delay in this long awaited sequel, but you all know
that I've been very busy with my other stories. None of these characters
are mine! This story takes place shortly after 'Falling Tears'. I need
another poll; would anyone mind if I wind up making Aragorn part elf so he
isn't mortal and thus can be with Legolas for longer? POVs are marked with
*************. Elvish speech is in ' '!
Immortality
Part 1
A.J. Matthews
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Legolas
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I sat alone, looking out at the stars, and reflecting on what is and what is not.
Aragorn and I have proclaimed our love, and Arwen will be hurt.
I am an Immortal, and Aragorn is Mortal.
Never has such a word meant so much to me.
Why must it be so?
I must face the fact that I will lose him some day, if not to Arwen, then to time itself.
The thought troubles me greatly. I could do as Arwen was going to do and give up my immortality for Aragorn.
For I would do anything for the one I love, sacrificing my long life to be with him for his lifetime.
I cannot see another way, for I do not wish to live without him.
I am certain the feeling is mutual. Aragorn would not wish to live if I died, which is nearly impossible.
Elves can get hurt, but it is rare for them to die.
Yet I wonder how many years Aragorn and I will have together, even if we survive this Quest.
I love him so, for he has many endearing qualities. He can be harsh at times, but he was always gentle with the Hobbits and protected them. He is noble, which I do not believe he sees. His nobility is obvious to me, for he is a fair and just man. He disagrees that he is beautiful, though I have told him that many times.
He will serve well if he becomes a king, of that I have no doubt. But where will that leave me?
For I am a potential king as well, and may become king of Mirkwood. However, I could not do so as a Mortal.
No, I must focus on what is truly important.
That I must never forget.
We love each other, and that's what counts.
Even if love is not enough to keep us together forever, it will see us through, no matter what happens.
The sound of a stick snapping behind me caught my attention, and I instantly drew my bow and arrows.
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Aragorn
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I had the first watch this night, so Legolas and I could not slip off alone together. I know that Gimli would have understood, but I did not wish to risk it.
None of us knew this land very well, and I didn't want us to split up.
I could see that something was bothering Legolas, and he would not say what, though I have asked him many times.
At least he smiles and is happy again.
At times, it seems like this is a dream to me, being together with Legolas, and having him beside me.
I love him so, for not only his outer beauty, but because he is kind and gentle, yet fierce when he has to be.
How could such a beautiful, ethereal being love me, of all people? He is strong, perhaps even stronger than he used to be, especially after…
He tells me he loves me every day.
When I asked him why, he said it was because of who I was. Not a potential king, not as the foster son of Elrond, but who I was as a person.
I yearn to protect Legolas, for he does seem so innocent and young at times. It's hard to believe that he is over three thousand years old.
I am the child compared to him, yet it does not always seem so.
I looked closer at Legolas, and saw a troubled expression on his face.
I couldn't resist any longer, so I stood and walked over to where he sat gazing up at the night sky.
He turned towards me, with an arrow notched in his bow.
"Aragorn," he said, a smile lighting up his face. "I hoped it was you."
I sat beside him, and placed an arm around his waist. "Who do you think it was?" I teased lightly.
"I thought it might be Gimli, come to complain about how elves love the night," Legolas said, with amusement lighting up his green eyes.
"What troubles you so?" I asked gently, not wishing to pry, but concerned.
"I fear for Merry and Pippin," Legolas told me slowly. "We have seen no sign of the Orcs or the Hobbits."
I nodded in understanding. "We will free them, Legolas."
"I know we will."
Legolas surprised me by kissing me softly, to which I instantly responded. I kissed him back, and he moaned softly.
"I missed you," he breathed against my lips. "Tis lonely to watch the stars alone."
I cupped his face in my hands and tilted it towards me. "I'll have to remedy that."
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Gimli
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I blinked my eyes open sleepily as I heard a rustling sound.
Not crazy elf and Aragorn again, I thought to myself, as I heard two voices whispering to each other softly.
I was all for the sake of love, but not when it was in the middle of the night and my night shift started in less than three hours.
I muttered under my breath as I looked around and saw them sitting together, making out where Legolas had been sitting.
I shook my head. Then again, they hadn't snuck off alone today like they usually did. But I'd be damned before they did it in front of me.
I usually pretended not to notice when Aragorn and Legolas snuck off alone.
They were good together, in my honest opinion. And it hadn't hurt their battle skills, either.
I grinned as I remembered how Aragorn had beheaded an Orc that was choking the crazy elf. And how Legolas had killed the creature that had nearly clawed Aragorn to death.
If anything, their battle skills had improved.
And the elf was pretty much back to himself. All of his physical wounds were healed, and his mental ones were being taken care of by Aragorn.
When I saw Aragorn lean Legolas back against the ground, I knew I had to speak up before it was too late.
"I don't mean to be rude, crazy elf, and believe me- I'm all for love, but not when I'm trying to sleep," I grumbled loudly.
I heard them both freeze and whisper to each other.
Aragorn climbed off of Legolas, and stood. He assisted the elf in standing, and they walked over to the fire.
"Stupid dwarf," Legolas muttered to me, a flush on his face.
"Crazy elf," I repeated.
I watched as Aragorn sat down. Legolas sat next to him.
I closed my eyes and feigned falling asleep again.
When I peeked a few moments later, I hid back a chuckle.
Legolas leaning against Aragorn's bare chest. Neither had shirts on, I noticed.
Oh geez, that must have been the rustling sound I heard.
I closed my eyes.
The sounds of the lovebirds whispering to each other lulled me back to sleep.
To Be Continued
Immortality
Part 1
A.J. Matthews
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Legolas
***************
I sat alone, looking out at the stars, and reflecting on what is and what is not.
Aragorn and I have proclaimed our love, and Arwen will be hurt.
I am an Immortal, and Aragorn is Mortal.
Never has such a word meant so much to me.
Why must it be so?
I must face the fact that I will lose him some day, if not to Arwen, then to time itself.
The thought troubles me greatly. I could do as Arwen was going to do and give up my immortality for Aragorn.
For I would do anything for the one I love, sacrificing my long life to be with him for his lifetime.
I cannot see another way, for I do not wish to live without him.
I am certain the feeling is mutual. Aragorn would not wish to live if I died, which is nearly impossible.
Elves can get hurt, but it is rare for them to die.
Yet I wonder how many years Aragorn and I will have together, even if we survive this Quest.
I love him so, for he has many endearing qualities. He can be harsh at times, but he was always gentle with the Hobbits and protected them. He is noble, which I do not believe he sees. His nobility is obvious to me, for he is a fair and just man. He disagrees that he is beautiful, though I have told him that many times.
He will serve well if he becomes a king, of that I have no doubt. But where will that leave me?
For I am a potential king as well, and may become king of Mirkwood. However, I could not do so as a Mortal.
No, I must focus on what is truly important.
That I must never forget.
We love each other, and that's what counts.
Even if love is not enough to keep us together forever, it will see us through, no matter what happens.
The sound of a stick snapping behind me caught my attention, and I instantly drew my bow and arrows.
***************
Aragorn
***************
I had the first watch this night, so Legolas and I could not slip off alone together. I know that Gimli would have understood, but I did not wish to risk it.
None of us knew this land very well, and I didn't want us to split up.
I could see that something was bothering Legolas, and he would not say what, though I have asked him many times.
At least he smiles and is happy again.
At times, it seems like this is a dream to me, being together with Legolas, and having him beside me.
I love him so, for not only his outer beauty, but because he is kind and gentle, yet fierce when he has to be.
How could such a beautiful, ethereal being love me, of all people? He is strong, perhaps even stronger than he used to be, especially after…
He tells me he loves me every day.
When I asked him why, he said it was because of who I was. Not a potential king, not as the foster son of Elrond, but who I was as a person.
I yearn to protect Legolas, for he does seem so innocent and young at times. It's hard to believe that he is over three thousand years old.
I am the child compared to him, yet it does not always seem so.
I looked closer at Legolas, and saw a troubled expression on his face.
I couldn't resist any longer, so I stood and walked over to where he sat gazing up at the night sky.
He turned towards me, with an arrow notched in his bow.
"Aragorn," he said, a smile lighting up his face. "I hoped it was you."
I sat beside him, and placed an arm around his waist. "Who do you think it was?" I teased lightly.
"I thought it might be Gimli, come to complain about how elves love the night," Legolas said, with amusement lighting up his green eyes.
"What troubles you so?" I asked gently, not wishing to pry, but concerned.
"I fear for Merry and Pippin," Legolas told me slowly. "We have seen no sign of the Orcs or the Hobbits."
I nodded in understanding. "We will free them, Legolas."
"I know we will."
Legolas surprised me by kissing me softly, to which I instantly responded. I kissed him back, and he moaned softly.
"I missed you," he breathed against my lips. "Tis lonely to watch the stars alone."
I cupped his face in my hands and tilted it towards me. "I'll have to remedy that."
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Gimli
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I blinked my eyes open sleepily as I heard a rustling sound.
Not crazy elf and Aragorn again, I thought to myself, as I heard two voices whispering to each other softly.
I was all for the sake of love, but not when it was in the middle of the night and my night shift started in less than three hours.
I muttered under my breath as I looked around and saw them sitting together, making out where Legolas had been sitting.
I shook my head. Then again, they hadn't snuck off alone today like they usually did. But I'd be damned before they did it in front of me.
I usually pretended not to notice when Aragorn and Legolas snuck off alone.
They were good together, in my honest opinion. And it hadn't hurt their battle skills, either.
I grinned as I remembered how Aragorn had beheaded an Orc that was choking the crazy elf. And how Legolas had killed the creature that had nearly clawed Aragorn to death.
If anything, their battle skills had improved.
And the elf was pretty much back to himself. All of his physical wounds were healed, and his mental ones were being taken care of by Aragorn.
When I saw Aragorn lean Legolas back against the ground, I knew I had to speak up before it was too late.
"I don't mean to be rude, crazy elf, and believe me- I'm all for love, but not when I'm trying to sleep," I grumbled loudly.
I heard them both freeze and whisper to each other.
Aragorn climbed off of Legolas, and stood. He assisted the elf in standing, and they walked over to the fire.
"Stupid dwarf," Legolas muttered to me, a flush on his face.
"Crazy elf," I repeated.
I watched as Aragorn sat down. Legolas sat next to him.
I closed my eyes and feigned falling asleep again.
When I peeked a few moments later, I hid back a chuckle.
Legolas leaning against Aragorn's bare chest. Neither had shirts on, I noticed.
Oh geez, that must have been the rustling sound I heard.
I closed my eyes.
The sounds of the lovebirds whispering to each other lulled me back to sleep.
To Be Continued