Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to J.R.R Tolkein. I just write
about them to nurse my obsession.
Author's Note: This is the first fic. I'm posting anywhere, so please don't flame me. Fire doesn't work anyway, I'm the miko of a fire god. Tonikaku! This fic contains some content that could be interpreted as slash, but while I'm a fan of this particular pairing, this was meant only as a friendship fic.
Night swirls softly all around me, as I gaze out into the darkness. It's so thick it is almost tangible. I feel I could touch it if I only knew where to reach. It is deadly quiet, save for the languid breathing of my sleeping companions. It is nigh impossible to tell how much time remains to my watch, for the night is starless. I sigh inwardly. Gladly I would remain awake all night. My friends need sleep more than I, and after all, it is not as though I am unused to depriving myself of that which I need dearly. Thus is the nature of my life. I shake my head and smile to myself as Gimli turns noisily in his sleep, muttering something about mythril. He is much more likeable in sleep, with his incoherent mutterings than in waking when he is stubborn as a mule. Or the dwarf that he is, for that matter. I have grown somewhat fond of him though, a friend in a place I never would have sought to look.
I miss the hobbits. Their playful, somewhat bumbling manner that is so deceiving. Halflings are more than meets the eye, that I know, if I have learned nothing else from this endless journey. This task of such slim hope, a sliver of light just beyond the black clouds of impending doom that bear down upon us. Was I hasty in my decision to accompany the ring to Mordor? The old doubt creeps upon me, but I shake it off. No, my heart knows this is not so. I know the ring must be destroyed and that whatever part I carry in this play must be carried out to the end. Though it may mean my death, and those I watch over in the night. Or would watch if I could see. I sense them nevertheless. I would give my life to protect them. I know that Aragorn, at least, would do the same for me.
My heart nearly gave way at Emyn Muil when that orc nearly killed him. I thank the stars I arrived in time. My sharp eyes barely make out his face in the darkness. There are lines there that were not before we came on this trip. The years lie heavy on his heart, though he is still young. Boromir's death fell hard on him. He looked so broken for just a moment when I found him. Though I could tell something about the other man was bothering him. Aragorn is careful not to let his emotions show too much, for fear of getting hurt. I do not blame him, for I am the same. Indeed, the only person who has ever known and understood my mind is he. I wonder if it is the same for him. He plays a great part in the balancing of Middle-Earth which swings so perilously close to destruction. I would follow him to the lands of death themselves to see him fulfil it.
Lost in thought, I did not sense anyone approaching until a had clasped my shoulder. I jumped startled and instinctively reach for my bow.
"Legolas." I sigh in recognition and release the bow from my grip.
"Aragorn, you startled me. I knew not that you no longer slept." We sit in silence for a few moments, rejoicing in the other's company, and the quiet companionship we had come to share. He is the best friend I have ever had, perhaps the only one. Needing no words, we sit and watch the empty sky until the sun crawls slowly over the horizon. Ready to meet whatever the day should bring, together.
Author's Note: This is the first fic. I'm posting anywhere, so please don't flame me. Fire doesn't work anyway, I'm the miko of a fire god. Tonikaku! This fic contains some content that could be interpreted as slash, but while I'm a fan of this particular pairing, this was meant only as a friendship fic.
Night swirls softly all around me, as I gaze out into the darkness. It's so thick it is almost tangible. I feel I could touch it if I only knew where to reach. It is deadly quiet, save for the languid breathing of my sleeping companions. It is nigh impossible to tell how much time remains to my watch, for the night is starless. I sigh inwardly. Gladly I would remain awake all night. My friends need sleep more than I, and after all, it is not as though I am unused to depriving myself of that which I need dearly. Thus is the nature of my life. I shake my head and smile to myself as Gimli turns noisily in his sleep, muttering something about mythril. He is much more likeable in sleep, with his incoherent mutterings than in waking when he is stubborn as a mule. Or the dwarf that he is, for that matter. I have grown somewhat fond of him though, a friend in a place I never would have sought to look.
I miss the hobbits. Their playful, somewhat bumbling manner that is so deceiving. Halflings are more than meets the eye, that I know, if I have learned nothing else from this endless journey. This task of such slim hope, a sliver of light just beyond the black clouds of impending doom that bear down upon us. Was I hasty in my decision to accompany the ring to Mordor? The old doubt creeps upon me, but I shake it off. No, my heart knows this is not so. I know the ring must be destroyed and that whatever part I carry in this play must be carried out to the end. Though it may mean my death, and those I watch over in the night. Or would watch if I could see. I sense them nevertheless. I would give my life to protect them. I know that Aragorn, at least, would do the same for me.
My heart nearly gave way at Emyn Muil when that orc nearly killed him. I thank the stars I arrived in time. My sharp eyes barely make out his face in the darkness. There are lines there that were not before we came on this trip. The years lie heavy on his heart, though he is still young. Boromir's death fell hard on him. He looked so broken for just a moment when I found him. Though I could tell something about the other man was bothering him. Aragorn is careful not to let his emotions show too much, for fear of getting hurt. I do not blame him, for I am the same. Indeed, the only person who has ever known and understood my mind is he. I wonder if it is the same for him. He plays a great part in the balancing of Middle-Earth which swings so perilously close to destruction. I would follow him to the lands of death themselves to see him fulfil it.
Lost in thought, I did not sense anyone approaching until a had clasped my shoulder. I jumped startled and instinctively reach for my bow.
"Legolas." I sigh in recognition and release the bow from my grip.
"Aragorn, you startled me. I knew not that you no longer slept." We sit in silence for a few moments, rejoicing in the other's company, and the quiet companionship we had come to share. He is the best friend I have ever had, perhaps the only one. Needing no words, we sit and watch the empty sky until the sun crawls slowly over the horizon. Ready to meet whatever the day should bring, together.