DISCLAIMER- Before you sue me, ITS NOT MINE!!! ALRIGHT?!?! ='( I'm afraid
it all belongs to that wonderful man, JRR Tolkien. lucky bloke!
Ok, this was inspired by that scene in the first film during the Council of Elrond in which Legolas stands up and defends Aragorn against Boromir. It looked to me at least that their friendship went back a looooooong way. Oh yeah, if you wanna see some more Legolas and Aragorn pre-LOTR fics, I strongly recommend Cassia and Siobhan's Mellon Chronicles. They're really, really good!
Anyway, on with the story.
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An Inseparable Duo
The air was warm and a little stuffy. The golden summer sun was just beginning to set, and the birds sang sweet midyear tunes that floated on the light breeze that floated through the trees of the forest surrounding Rivendell. It all seemed calm and peaceful, but for a keen eyed, sharp eared Elf, it would have been almost painfully obvious that there was a certain pair of youngsters that continuously seemed hell bent on destroying any hope of tranquillity that the Last Homely House held.
"Keep up Estel!" called the Elf as he ran lightly through the forest. His footfalls were light and steady, and it seemed almost impossible for any tree root to trip him.
On the other hand.
"Legolas. please. slow. down!" panted Aragorn. The eleven year old was finding it hard to match his friends pace, stumbling over warped roots and hard rocks jutting from the ground hidden by a carpet of leaves, and so had to resort to calling his friend pleadingly between gasps of breath.
His friend was much, much older than him by a good few hundred years, but Legolas, being an immortal Elf, retained a childish look and personality about him that made him roughly fourteen in human years.
"By Eru, you are so painfully slow Estel!" cried Legolas, laughing uncontrollably. He scrambled up the hill. "And there was me thinking that your sister Arwen was slow! She at least has an excuse- she's a girl!"
Aragorn felt his cheeks burning- he was blushing. Beaten by a girl? It was total humiliation. The smouldering sensation increased as Legolas howled with laughter again.
"Oh, Estel, if you could see your face, you're redder than a strawberry!" the Elf chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes.
"When you're quite finished," grumbled Aragorn, his forehead furrowing further as his irritation with the Elf increased. "What was it you wanted to show me?"
Legolas' smile broadened. "Oh, it's fantastic Estel, wait till you see it!"
They walked on a little bit further. Suddenly, Aragorn stopped dead in his tracks.
"Its not. its not dangerous, is it Legolas?" he asked warily.
The evil grin on his friend's face told him his suspicions were true.
"Oh no, Legolas, if we get in trouble, Ada will surely kill us both!" squealed the boy. Legolas sighed.
"Look, you don't have to do anything Estel," he reassured Aragorn. "It's me who'll do the work!"
Aragorn was still unconvinced. "How is it dangerous?" he inquired, recalling his friend's rather insane obsession with daredevil-like stunts and pranks. He didn't want Legolas getting hurt.
"You'll have to wait and find out," said Legolas, his voice filled with mystery that left Aragorn guessing.
They broke out through the trees onto a rocky cliff face. It wasn't too high, but it would give anyone who fell down a nasty headache at the very least. Aragorn stayed away from the edge; he wasn't all that fond of heights.
Legolas pulled Aragorn's sleeve a little and took him around the corner. "Look," he said, and pointed across the ravine.
A large tree trunk had fallen over the gap. It was like a bridge.
However, it would be a slippery, moss-ridden, rotting bridge.
"You're not." Aragorn trailed off.
"I am!" grinned the Elf.
"You can't!" exclaimed Aragorn. "It's far too dangerous! What if you slip?!"
Legolas looked at the boy with an air of exasperation. "Estel, I'm much lighter than you, and I'm also a lot surer on my feet." he explained. "I bet I'll be able to get over that!"
"But. but-!"
"Don't start Estel, I can take care of myself!" moaned Legolas, and he took a step closer to the fallen tree. Aragorn grasped his slender wrist and pulled him back.
"Just for one moment, Legolas, use your mind and actually *think* about what you're doing!" he stated firmly. "If you fall, you'll break your neck!"
Legolas huffed. "Estel, for a moment, stop trying to act like my Ada!" he said. "I. Will. Be. Fine!" he assured, emphasising each word. He pulled free of Aragorn's grip and raced over to the tree trunk.
"Legolas!" yelled Aragorn, but he was too afraid of the drop to venture any closer.
He shut his eyes as the Elf clambered up onto the crossing. He expected to hear at any moment the snapping of wood, the shriek of his friend as he tumbled down the cliff, the snapping of bones.
It never came.
He gingerly opened his eyes to see Legolas smirking atop the tree.
"See?!" shouted Legolas. "I told you I wouldn't fall!"
"Alright Legolas, you've proved your point, now get back here!" called Aragorn.
"Hang on! Watch this!" yelled Legolas.
"Oh no." though Aragorn. 'Watch this' was one of those horrible phrases that sent everyone who knew the Elven Prince running for cover, as it was usually a prologue for him to do something insane or stupid. or extremely risky.
Legolas jumped. Aragorn gasped.
"WHAT ON ARDA DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" he hollered, desperate to get the crazy Elf back to this side of the ravine.
Legolas was jumping on top of the wooden bridge. "I'm showing you that I was right; this thing can't break Estel! Think about it, we'll be able to explore outside of Rivendell whenever we like with this passageway!" he cried happily.
The happiness was short lived.
The very thing that Aragorn had feared so much happened in that very second.
Ok, this was inspired by that scene in the first film during the Council of Elrond in which Legolas stands up and defends Aragorn against Boromir. It looked to me at least that their friendship went back a looooooong way. Oh yeah, if you wanna see some more Legolas and Aragorn pre-LOTR fics, I strongly recommend Cassia and Siobhan's Mellon Chronicles. They're really, really good!
Anyway, on with the story.
~*~*~*~
An Inseparable Duo
The air was warm and a little stuffy. The golden summer sun was just beginning to set, and the birds sang sweet midyear tunes that floated on the light breeze that floated through the trees of the forest surrounding Rivendell. It all seemed calm and peaceful, but for a keen eyed, sharp eared Elf, it would have been almost painfully obvious that there was a certain pair of youngsters that continuously seemed hell bent on destroying any hope of tranquillity that the Last Homely House held.
"Keep up Estel!" called the Elf as he ran lightly through the forest. His footfalls were light and steady, and it seemed almost impossible for any tree root to trip him.
On the other hand.
"Legolas. please. slow. down!" panted Aragorn. The eleven year old was finding it hard to match his friends pace, stumbling over warped roots and hard rocks jutting from the ground hidden by a carpet of leaves, and so had to resort to calling his friend pleadingly between gasps of breath.
His friend was much, much older than him by a good few hundred years, but Legolas, being an immortal Elf, retained a childish look and personality about him that made him roughly fourteen in human years.
"By Eru, you are so painfully slow Estel!" cried Legolas, laughing uncontrollably. He scrambled up the hill. "And there was me thinking that your sister Arwen was slow! She at least has an excuse- she's a girl!"
Aragorn felt his cheeks burning- he was blushing. Beaten by a girl? It was total humiliation. The smouldering sensation increased as Legolas howled with laughter again.
"Oh, Estel, if you could see your face, you're redder than a strawberry!" the Elf chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes.
"When you're quite finished," grumbled Aragorn, his forehead furrowing further as his irritation with the Elf increased. "What was it you wanted to show me?"
Legolas' smile broadened. "Oh, it's fantastic Estel, wait till you see it!"
They walked on a little bit further. Suddenly, Aragorn stopped dead in his tracks.
"Its not. its not dangerous, is it Legolas?" he asked warily.
The evil grin on his friend's face told him his suspicions were true.
"Oh no, Legolas, if we get in trouble, Ada will surely kill us both!" squealed the boy. Legolas sighed.
"Look, you don't have to do anything Estel," he reassured Aragorn. "It's me who'll do the work!"
Aragorn was still unconvinced. "How is it dangerous?" he inquired, recalling his friend's rather insane obsession with daredevil-like stunts and pranks. He didn't want Legolas getting hurt.
"You'll have to wait and find out," said Legolas, his voice filled with mystery that left Aragorn guessing.
They broke out through the trees onto a rocky cliff face. It wasn't too high, but it would give anyone who fell down a nasty headache at the very least. Aragorn stayed away from the edge; he wasn't all that fond of heights.
Legolas pulled Aragorn's sleeve a little and took him around the corner. "Look," he said, and pointed across the ravine.
A large tree trunk had fallen over the gap. It was like a bridge.
However, it would be a slippery, moss-ridden, rotting bridge.
"You're not." Aragorn trailed off.
"I am!" grinned the Elf.
"You can't!" exclaimed Aragorn. "It's far too dangerous! What if you slip?!"
Legolas looked at the boy with an air of exasperation. "Estel, I'm much lighter than you, and I'm also a lot surer on my feet." he explained. "I bet I'll be able to get over that!"
"But. but-!"
"Don't start Estel, I can take care of myself!" moaned Legolas, and he took a step closer to the fallen tree. Aragorn grasped his slender wrist and pulled him back.
"Just for one moment, Legolas, use your mind and actually *think* about what you're doing!" he stated firmly. "If you fall, you'll break your neck!"
Legolas huffed. "Estel, for a moment, stop trying to act like my Ada!" he said. "I. Will. Be. Fine!" he assured, emphasising each word. He pulled free of Aragorn's grip and raced over to the tree trunk.
"Legolas!" yelled Aragorn, but he was too afraid of the drop to venture any closer.
He shut his eyes as the Elf clambered up onto the crossing. He expected to hear at any moment the snapping of wood, the shriek of his friend as he tumbled down the cliff, the snapping of bones.
It never came.
He gingerly opened his eyes to see Legolas smirking atop the tree.
"See?!" shouted Legolas. "I told you I wouldn't fall!"
"Alright Legolas, you've proved your point, now get back here!" called Aragorn.
"Hang on! Watch this!" yelled Legolas.
"Oh no." though Aragorn. 'Watch this' was one of those horrible phrases that sent everyone who knew the Elven Prince running for cover, as it was usually a prologue for him to do something insane or stupid. or extremely risky.
Legolas jumped. Aragorn gasped.
"WHAT ON ARDA DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" he hollered, desperate to get the crazy Elf back to this side of the ravine.
Legolas was jumping on top of the wooden bridge. "I'm showing you that I was right; this thing can't break Estel! Think about it, we'll be able to explore outside of Rivendell whenever we like with this passageway!" he cried happily.
The happiness was short lived.
The very thing that Aragorn had feared so much happened in that very second.