Note: These characters are not mine. I wish they were, but.. I'm tired of
all those A/L slash fics where they conveniently forget about Arwen, or
have Aragorn dump her. He wouldn't do that. He loves her. No, no, she
should either die or not exist at all. Anyway, I don't know if this will
turn into a slash fic. Please read, review, and tell me if they should end
up together. Whatever gets the most votes, friends or lovers, will win.
Personally, I don't really even know where I am going with this, so I could
use some direction. Thanks muchly!
After the Evening
The letter reached Legolas in Ithilien five years after he had settled there after the War of the Ring and his subsequent journeys with Gimli. In the near total darkness of twilight, he crumpled the letter in his hand and his head hung with sorrow. It was decided. He would set out the next morning.
Aragorn sat disconsolately on a chair in his private chambers and tried not to reflect on how they were only his from now on. He lifted another goblet of wine to his lips, and was about to drink it all in one long draught when a servant came hesitantly to the door.
"Yes?" he demanded wearily, irritated at the interruption.
"Um, Prince Legolas of Greenwood has arrived. You asked to be informed when he reached the."
"Yes, yes. I know what I said. That will be all," Aragorn sighed, standing up and waving the servant away with a careless hand. The servant was only too glad to leave. The King had been acting quite strange ever since.the tragic event.
Dulled gray eyes darted about the room, new shards of pain stabbing into the bleeding heart every time they passed something that had belonged to her. It was too much. He would go to see Legolas now.
"My friend," Legolas murmured in greeting. Then, upon seeing clearly the pain etched into Aragorn's face, he wordlessly opened his arms. Aragorn threw his dignity to the wind, and uncaring that someone may be watching, threw himself into Legolas' arms and sobbed for the first time since his beloved Arwen had died.
After the Evening
The letter reached Legolas in Ithilien five years after he had settled there after the War of the Ring and his subsequent journeys with Gimli. In the near total darkness of twilight, he crumpled the letter in his hand and his head hung with sorrow. It was decided. He would set out the next morning.
Aragorn sat disconsolately on a chair in his private chambers and tried not to reflect on how they were only his from now on. He lifted another goblet of wine to his lips, and was about to drink it all in one long draught when a servant came hesitantly to the door.
"Yes?" he demanded wearily, irritated at the interruption.
"Um, Prince Legolas of Greenwood has arrived. You asked to be informed when he reached the."
"Yes, yes. I know what I said. That will be all," Aragorn sighed, standing up and waving the servant away with a careless hand. The servant was only too glad to leave. The King had been acting quite strange ever since.the tragic event.
Dulled gray eyes darted about the room, new shards of pain stabbing into the bleeding heart every time they passed something that had belonged to her. It was too much. He would go to see Legolas now.
"My friend," Legolas murmured in greeting. Then, upon seeing clearly the pain etched into Aragorn's face, he wordlessly opened his arms. Aragorn threw his dignity to the wind, and uncaring that someone may be watching, threw himself into Legolas' arms and sobbed for the first time since his beloved Arwen had died.