A/N: I hope you like this, I'm a huge A/L fan. Now all I have to do is
figure out how to deal with Arwen later.
That Moment
It was that moment that started it all, as I look back I still marvel at its importance, the doors it opened.
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The darkness of Moria was suffocating. I feared for Legolas, a thing of such light and beauty trapped in such evil darkness. However, he was as strong and kind as ever, often walking slowly at the back of our party to ensure the safety of the little ones. I swear he knew my eyes were upon even in the deadly blackness of the mines.
I always watched him, quick to turn away in case I was seen. I was captivated by his light and beauty. He was so gentle, benevolent, and truly breathtaking to behold. I thought him to be the fairest elf in Mirkwood, possibly the fairest elf of all.
I had little time to bathe in the thought of him as the orcs and their cave troll descended. I took my rightful place beside the elf as he readied his bow. Such power lurked there, such lethal accuracy, the onslaught did not stand a chance. Many fell before they even gained entrance. A flash of fear raced through my mind as the crave troll appeared crashing through the remains of the doorway. What use would Legolas' trusty bow be here? A well-placed shot to the heart seemed only to anger it and Legolas gracefully drew his blades. I myself was now so immersed in the battle I lost sight of my love for my moments, but I heard his grasp from behind me as the fork penetrated Frodo's chest. Our elven companion was not deterred as he felled the troll with an arrow to the mouth. Relief spread through the company as Frodo was once again brought to his feet. This was only to be replaced by terror, as we were once again surrounded in the great hall. I heard Gimili's laugh as the evil around us retreated, but from what would they flee? Gandalf soon answered my question.
A Balrog.
A slight hesitation at my left once again drew my attention to the object of my affections. I saw something in Legolas' eyes that I had never seen before. Horror. He slowly lowered his bow as if aware of it's uselessness. That frightened me more than anything else.
We ran as Gandalf instructed, I glanced ahead nervously, willing Legolas to remain within sight. We ran so hard, so blindly, that Boromir nearly fell to his doom. I chastised myself for the brief jealousy that coursed through my veins as Legolas rushed to catch the Son of Gondor and they stumbled back onto the stone steps.
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I smile to myself; the moment I will hold dear for the rest of my life grows near in my mind. Strange, how things now begin to slow down in my memory, almost slow motion. I look around, all is well, and I keep watch in peace, the hobbits and dwarf snore loudly behind me. In contrast, my lover sleeps at my side, he does not make a sound, and his open eyes see nothing.
The starry night draws me back to my thoughts, as Moria seemingly grows darker still..
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Legolas leaps to the head of the group, and to my horror, he does not even hesitate as he approaches the gap in the staircase. He jumps it with ease, as I knew he would, and motions for Gandalf to leap. All were across with the exception of Frodo and I when the gap widened, the stone crumbled both behind and below. An idea strikes me and I instruct the hobbit to lean forward, our weight throws us into the arms of our companions. It throws me into the arms of Legolas. He soft touch and searing warmth are too much, I fear I will betray myself and reveal my innermost desires.
Legolas would not want me. A man, a creature of weakness, the reason for this quest. He is beautiful, noble, a true prince to his people; I am a king merely by title. But then I saw it, as he released me and turned to look at me. I could see it all in his eyes. The lust, fear, desire, and most of all, love. My heart skipped a beat. He returned my feelings. We had no time to act upon it there, but from the look upon his face, he now knew as much as I did.
That night in Lothlorien had been magical, despite the loss of Gandalf.
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I still blushed to think of it now; I turn to gaze upon my elf once more. To my surprise, his eyes see more now than they did, he sits up leaning on his elbows.
"What has awakened you my love?" I whisper in elvish.
"You.what were you thinking about?"
" That moment." I answer and bent down to cover his lips with my own. I crave more, but I am on watch. I pull away with regret, raising an eyebrow. He smiles in return, but it fades quickly. I go to ask him what is wrong but am cut short my his movement. His bow is raised and an arrow is notched before the word even passes his lips.
"Orcs."
A/N: review if you'd like more! If all goes well I could have a new chapter up tomorrow.
That Moment
It was that moment that started it all, as I look back I still marvel at its importance, the doors it opened.
*************************
The darkness of Moria was suffocating. I feared for Legolas, a thing of such light and beauty trapped in such evil darkness. However, he was as strong and kind as ever, often walking slowly at the back of our party to ensure the safety of the little ones. I swear he knew my eyes were upon even in the deadly blackness of the mines.
I always watched him, quick to turn away in case I was seen. I was captivated by his light and beauty. He was so gentle, benevolent, and truly breathtaking to behold. I thought him to be the fairest elf in Mirkwood, possibly the fairest elf of all.
I had little time to bathe in the thought of him as the orcs and their cave troll descended. I took my rightful place beside the elf as he readied his bow. Such power lurked there, such lethal accuracy, the onslaught did not stand a chance. Many fell before they even gained entrance. A flash of fear raced through my mind as the crave troll appeared crashing through the remains of the doorway. What use would Legolas' trusty bow be here? A well-placed shot to the heart seemed only to anger it and Legolas gracefully drew his blades. I myself was now so immersed in the battle I lost sight of my love for my moments, but I heard his grasp from behind me as the fork penetrated Frodo's chest. Our elven companion was not deterred as he felled the troll with an arrow to the mouth. Relief spread through the company as Frodo was once again brought to his feet. This was only to be replaced by terror, as we were once again surrounded in the great hall. I heard Gimili's laugh as the evil around us retreated, but from what would they flee? Gandalf soon answered my question.
A Balrog.
A slight hesitation at my left once again drew my attention to the object of my affections. I saw something in Legolas' eyes that I had never seen before. Horror. He slowly lowered his bow as if aware of it's uselessness. That frightened me more than anything else.
We ran as Gandalf instructed, I glanced ahead nervously, willing Legolas to remain within sight. We ran so hard, so blindly, that Boromir nearly fell to his doom. I chastised myself for the brief jealousy that coursed through my veins as Legolas rushed to catch the Son of Gondor and they stumbled back onto the stone steps.
*************************
I smile to myself; the moment I will hold dear for the rest of my life grows near in my mind. Strange, how things now begin to slow down in my memory, almost slow motion. I look around, all is well, and I keep watch in peace, the hobbits and dwarf snore loudly behind me. In contrast, my lover sleeps at my side, he does not make a sound, and his open eyes see nothing.
The starry night draws me back to my thoughts, as Moria seemingly grows darker still..
*************************
Legolas leaps to the head of the group, and to my horror, he does not even hesitate as he approaches the gap in the staircase. He jumps it with ease, as I knew he would, and motions for Gandalf to leap. All were across with the exception of Frodo and I when the gap widened, the stone crumbled both behind and below. An idea strikes me and I instruct the hobbit to lean forward, our weight throws us into the arms of our companions. It throws me into the arms of Legolas. He soft touch and searing warmth are too much, I fear I will betray myself and reveal my innermost desires.
Legolas would not want me. A man, a creature of weakness, the reason for this quest. He is beautiful, noble, a true prince to his people; I am a king merely by title. But then I saw it, as he released me and turned to look at me. I could see it all in his eyes. The lust, fear, desire, and most of all, love. My heart skipped a beat. He returned my feelings. We had no time to act upon it there, but from the look upon his face, he now knew as much as I did.
That night in Lothlorien had been magical, despite the loss of Gandalf.
*************************
I still blushed to think of it now; I turn to gaze upon my elf once more. To my surprise, his eyes see more now than they did, he sits up leaning on his elbows.
"What has awakened you my love?" I whisper in elvish.
"You.what were you thinking about?"
" That moment." I answer and bent down to cover his lips with my own. I crave more, but I am on watch. I pull away with regret, raising an eyebrow. He smiles in return, but it fades quickly. I go to ask him what is wrong but am cut short my his movement. His bow is raised and an arrow is notched before the word even passes his lips.
"Orcs."
A/N: review if you'd like more! If all goes well I could have a new chapter up tomorrow.