Title: Elen Sila lumenn' tivelo
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Rating: R
Summary: ROTK, Beginning with their stay at Edoras, Legolas and Aragorn, somethings are meant to be unlocked. A/L
Warnings: The story contains hot guys doing raunchy things to other hot guys, M/M relationships, if this ain't your thang, scoot!
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Tolkien does. As he rules and such. I have NOTHING.
Beta: The fabbity Laurel who made me do this in the first place.
Archive: Just email jacksparrowsmistress@yahoo.com
Author Notes: Yo yo yo! Lol I know my name suggests Potc, but my beta is pushy! Lol this is my first LOTR thingy, and I will try to be as loyal as possible, I thought in the movie it was so cute all the lil A/L moments. So I er improvised off that. Lol. Please REVIEW! I love it, it makes my world go round! So yea thanks for reading and enjoy I guess! Oh also the title which is in elvish is from my beta and according to her it translates to: A star brightens the darkened sky above us. I thought it was cool so yes. =^.^= REView!
~~~~~~= dreamyness
Chapter 1: Elen Sila lumenn' tivelo
Aragorn lay restless in the Hall. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to will sleep to fall upon him. Darkness washed over his beaten body in waves, pushing him under enough to taste the sweet release of sleep, but always drawing back before he could drown in it. The ranger's futile attempts only made him wearier, until at last he fell into a tortured slumber, brought on by exhaustion alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bright sun streamed through the window onto his face. He tried to move but his limbs were weighed by lead. The light, which at first brought the fresh hope of a new morn, began to burn his skin. The sun began to wrap around him, slender hands, that melded into burning flesh. The lady Arwen, above him. He tried to speak to her, words of love. But his voice felt hollow and unfamiliar even in his own throat. She parted her lips as if to speak, but only a racking scream came forth. Her body quelled and shook as she seemed to turn in on herself, leaving the pendant in her place. Aragorn reached his hand to grasp it, but it shattered to the floor, sending a million pieces of glass. Sharp shards sliced through his skin, and crimson blood dripped to the floor in oozing tears. The reflection in the red pool showed dark blood in blonde hair. Tear streaks on a pale face. Aragorn gasped as the image expanded, to show a bloody hole where his friend's heart should have been. He tried to cry out to the elf but raining clouds of dust filled his mouth. Fire lapped around his body, and through it all he saw the Eye. Screeching in mockery, the Eye. Consuming his thoughts and fears. The Eye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn sat up breathing hard. There would be no rest for the king of men this night.
He stepped out onto the terrace; the gentle clap of the stones beneath his boots was comforting, if only fleeting. He stood for some moments before noticing the cloaked figure to his left.
He walked over to the elf, who was staring into the bloody horizon.
"It is coming, a sleepless malice...the eye"
Aragorn looked over to meet Legolas's piercing blue eyes. He could see the barrier posted in those eyes, that none should see within. He knew the look, as it met him in every mirror the king stared. He understood the prince's wish for privacy. But he could not help but wish to be able to penetrate It, to read the forbidden ledger inside, if not but for a moment. But that was literature for someone else. Not him. Perhaps it had already been claimed by some fair elven maiden who awaited his return. Some delicate beautiful creature with hair as black as night, and skin as clear as snow. The kind of maiden that awaited Aragorn,, should he return or no.
He sighed and turned back to the horizon, the sun still dropping slowly as if giving its final farewell to the world, as if reluctant to leave. The day the sun left would be bitter indeed. The night that would fall without dawn, to what hope would the peoples look to then? But Aragorn knew all too well where they would seek comfort from the black day. To their king, who rode from the north, wielding the Blade That Was Broken. But where would he look? To the darkened sky's? The dying flowers? The retreating elves? What had he to fight for, everything he loved was gone or going.
Except a delirious whim. A quickly fading opportunity, fleeting glances. He looked back to the elf, still speaking of evil. He could not wage war based on mere flashes of acknowledgment, and friendly shoulder squeezes. But it would be so. For everything else didn't seem worth it. It was then they heard the screams from within the hall. And all musings were quickly dashed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC A?N: good bad? come on people show some response here! i was so afraid of this chapter it took me like 3 weeks to write. Damned to the depths whoever thought of slash!
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Rating: R
Summary: ROTK, Beginning with their stay at Edoras, Legolas and Aragorn, somethings are meant to be unlocked. A/L
Warnings: The story contains hot guys doing raunchy things to other hot guys, M/M relationships, if this ain't your thang, scoot!
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Tolkien does. As he rules and such. I have NOTHING.
Beta: The fabbity Laurel who made me do this in the first place.
Archive: Just email jacksparrowsmistress@yahoo.com
Author Notes: Yo yo yo! Lol I know my name suggests Potc, but my beta is pushy! Lol this is my first LOTR thingy, and I will try to be as loyal as possible, I thought in the movie it was so cute all the lil A/L moments. So I er improvised off that. Lol. Please REVIEW! I love it, it makes my world go round! So yea thanks for reading and enjoy I guess! Oh also the title which is in elvish is from my beta and according to her it translates to: A star brightens the darkened sky above us. I thought it was cool so yes. =^.^= REView!
~~~~~~= dreamyness
Chapter 1: Elen Sila lumenn' tivelo
Aragorn lay restless in the Hall. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to will sleep to fall upon him. Darkness washed over his beaten body in waves, pushing him under enough to taste the sweet release of sleep, but always drawing back before he could drown in it. The ranger's futile attempts only made him wearier, until at last he fell into a tortured slumber, brought on by exhaustion alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bright sun streamed through the window onto his face. He tried to move but his limbs were weighed by lead. The light, which at first brought the fresh hope of a new morn, began to burn his skin. The sun began to wrap around him, slender hands, that melded into burning flesh. The lady Arwen, above him. He tried to speak to her, words of love. But his voice felt hollow and unfamiliar even in his own throat. She parted her lips as if to speak, but only a racking scream came forth. Her body quelled and shook as she seemed to turn in on herself, leaving the pendant in her place. Aragorn reached his hand to grasp it, but it shattered to the floor, sending a million pieces of glass. Sharp shards sliced through his skin, and crimson blood dripped to the floor in oozing tears. The reflection in the red pool showed dark blood in blonde hair. Tear streaks on a pale face. Aragorn gasped as the image expanded, to show a bloody hole where his friend's heart should have been. He tried to cry out to the elf but raining clouds of dust filled his mouth. Fire lapped around his body, and through it all he saw the Eye. Screeching in mockery, the Eye. Consuming his thoughts and fears. The Eye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn sat up breathing hard. There would be no rest for the king of men this night.
He stepped out onto the terrace; the gentle clap of the stones beneath his boots was comforting, if only fleeting. He stood for some moments before noticing the cloaked figure to his left.
He walked over to the elf, who was staring into the bloody horizon.
"It is coming, a sleepless malice...the eye"
Aragorn looked over to meet Legolas's piercing blue eyes. He could see the barrier posted in those eyes, that none should see within. He knew the look, as it met him in every mirror the king stared. He understood the prince's wish for privacy. But he could not help but wish to be able to penetrate It, to read the forbidden ledger inside, if not but for a moment. But that was literature for someone else. Not him. Perhaps it had already been claimed by some fair elven maiden who awaited his return. Some delicate beautiful creature with hair as black as night, and skin as clear as snow. The kind of maiden that awaited Aragorn,, should he return or no.
He sighed and turned back to the horizon, the sun still dropping slowly as if giving its final farewell to the world, as if reluctant to leave. The day the sun left would be bitter indeed. The night that would fall without dawn, to what hope would the peoples look to then? But Aragorn knew all too well where they would seek comfort from the black day. To their king, who rode from the north, wielding the Blade That Was Broken. But where would he look? To the darkened sky's? The dying flowers? The retreating elves? What had he to fight for, everything he loved was gone or going.
Except a delirious whim. A quickly fading opportunity, fleeting glances. He looked back to the elf, still speaking of evil. He could not wage war based on mere flashes of acknowledgment, and friendly shoulder squeezes. But it would be so. For everything else didn't seem worth it. It was then they heard the screams from within the hall. And all musings were quickly dashed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC A?N: good bad? come on people show some response here! i was so afraid of this chapter it took me like 3 weeks to write. Damned to the depths whoever thought of slash!