One Last Farewell
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. And *like* you didn't know that already.
Aragorn's grief after Gandalf passed to the West. Aragorn's POV, introspective piece... slight Aragorn/Arwen... yes, I've been meaning to write a bit of Aragorn/Arwen for a LONG while... poor girl doesn't get enough attention. It's all Legolas this, Frodo that... (coughhypocritecough) Also some Eldarion/Legolas (SLASH) in here, so if you don't like that, skip out the bit at the end... or just don't read this. Please review!
-Nefthoron, the girl that can write het as well as slash! (victory sign)
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Hello, Gandalf. I guess it has been a while since I thought about you, eh? Well, I guess I've just been busy. Gondor has become surprisingly populated ever since I became King, but the Elves are moving away to the West, following you, my dear friend, and it pains me to see it, for I the two Elves that mean more than the world to me fading with them.
One of them, my oldest and dearest friend, Legolas Greenleaf. He loses his innocent radiance with every battle he fights for his kingdom, which is still plagued by evil. But his beauty, both inside and outside, shines brighter than ever before. He has been labeled the Morning Star of the Elves since out Quest, Gandalf, to match Arwen's Evening Star. Many desire nothing more than to take him to their beds, especially among mortal men and women, but to me, he fades compared to the other elf I hold close to my heart.
Arwen. The beautiful Evenstar, who gave her immortality to me. Her radiance outshines all things on this place of Middle-Earth, but yet she still longs to part with the other Elves to the West. How I wish I could go with them, Gandalf, to see you, Elrond, and dear Frodo once again... but Valinor is no place for a mortal man. I am undeserving of everlasting peace and happiness. But she deserves it, and I feel so wrong for wanting her to stay, Gandalf... but I need her so, and I will never stop loving her, even if she does decide to go West. I will stand by her, and I will watch her go and hold my head up high without a trace of regret, because I love her enough to let her go. I hope you understand, my old friend.
I have a son, as well. His name is Eldarion, and he is growing to be a wonderful, intelligent man who is fair and just in both face and ways. He has recently taken a shine to Legolas, however. I do not know how that will turn out from that. I wish you could have met him, Gandalf. But your time had come, along with the other Ringbearers. I hope you are happy, wherever you are.
I guess the moral behind this message is that I miss you, Gandalf, my friend. I hope I have become something that you can be proud of. I have become Isildur's Heir- the true King of Gondor. I hope you hear my words, wherever you are. You lived a good life here on Middle-Earth. And you will always be remembered as long as my bloodline resides in the White City.
Farewell, my friend.
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Aragorn, High King of Gondor and Heir of Isildur looked out over the ocean with haunted eyes. So many of his friends had passed now... and it would not be long until he fell into the Halls of Mandos. He had a long time yet in mortal years, but not when one had been raised as an elf. He ran a hand through his chin length hair, trying not to think about the streaks of grey. Suddenly, a yell of "LEGOLAS!!!" caught his ears. He looked down towards the sandy beach nearby.
Blonde hair flashed in the sunlight as Legolas Greenleaf, youngest Prince of Mirkwood and the Morning Star of the Elves ran away from the young man who was chasing him, Prince Eldarion of Gondor. Legolas slowed, and the dark-haired man launched himself at the beautiful elf, knocking him down onto the sand.
"Caught you!" He chorused gleefully, looking down at his friend and crush with a grin. Legolas sighed,
"Alright, you win. Get off me now."
"Maybe I do not wish to..." Eldarion's voice was husky as he leaned down to steal a kiss from the wriggling elf, who was pinned under the Gondorian Prince's weight.
"ELDARION!!" Legolas shrieked, knocking his friend off him and reversing their positions.
"Mm, feisty. Just how I like my women..." Eldarion said jokingly, and yelped as Legolas whacked him on the nose, before stalking off
Aragorn chuckled, before gazing out towards the ocean again.
"They seem to be bonding well," Arwen's arms slipped around his waist, and Aragorn turned to look at his wife. She was starting to show slight signs of age, but she was still as beautiful as she had ever been, because the small flaws humanised her. His son was in love with Legolas' ethereal beauty- and Legolas was an angel, he was the first to admit that- after all, he was the one who generally had to sit through Eldarion's bad attempts at writing poetry for the highly-amused elf.
"Yes." He nodded, "It worries me. Do you think Eldar' actually realises quite how old Legolas is?"
"Of course he does," Arwen frowned, "Do not judge him for his youth, Estel. After all..." She leaned her head against his shoulder, "Did you know how old I was when we first fell in love?"
"...no," Aragorn smiled slightly, "But Legolas-"
"Will always do right by our son. He always has done, ever since Eldarion was a child," Arwen said softly, "And Eldarion was granted immortality by my father, remember? Perhaps they shall remain together... when we pass on...?"
"Perhaps," Aragorn nodded, and leaned down to kiss his wife. "If my son feels the same for Legolas as I felt for you all those years ago, my dear wife, then they shall be together forever."
"Amin mela lle, my husband..." Arwen whispered against his lips.
"I love you too, my wife." Aragorn replied, and then, smiling at each other, they walked down towards the beach where an irate blonde elf and a very-pleased-with-himself half-elf waited for them. As they moved away, Aragorn looked back one last time over the oceans to Valinor.
(Farewell, my friend...)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. And *like* you didn't know that already.
Aragorn's grief after Gandalf passed to the West. Aragorn's POV, introspective piece... slight Aragorn/Arwen... yes, I've been meaning to write a bit of Aragorn/Arwen for a LONG while... poor girl doesn't get enough attention. It's all Legolas this, Frodo that... (coughhypocritecough) Also some Eldarion/Legolas (SLASH) in here, so if you don't like that, skip out the bit at the end... or just don't read this. Please review!
-Nefthoron, the girl that can write het as well as slash! (victory sign)
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Hello, Gandalf. I guess it has been a while since I thought about you, eh? Well, I guess I've just been busy. Gondor has become surprisingly populated ever since I became King, but the Elves are moving away to the West, following you, my dear friend, and it pains me to see it, for I the two Elves that mean more than the world to me fading with them.
One of them, my oldest and dearest friend, Legolas Greenleaf. He loses his innocent radiance with every battle he fights for his kingdom, which is still plagued by evil. But his beauty, both inside and outside, shines brighter than ever before. He has been labeled the Morning Star of the Elves since out Quest, Gandalf, to match Arwen's Evening Star. Many desire nothing more than to take him to their beds, especially among mortal men and women, but to me, he fades compared to the other elf I hold close to my heart.
Arwen. The beautiful Evenstar, who gave her immortality to me. Her radiance outshines all things on this place of Middle-Earth, but yet she still longs to part with the other Elves to the West. How I wish I could go with them, Gandalf, to see you, Elrond, and dear Frodo once again... but Valinor is no place for a mortal man. I am undeserving of everlasting peace and happiness. But she deserves it, and I feel so wrong for wanting her to stay, Gandalf... but I need her so, and I will never stop loving her, even if she does decide to go West. I will stand by her, and I will watch her go and hold my head up high without a trace of regret, because I love her enough to let her go. I hope you understand, my old friend.
I have a son, as well. His name is Eldarion, and he is growing to be a wonderful, intelligent man who is fair and just in both face and ways. He has recently taken a shine to Legolas, however. I do not know how that will turn out from that. I wish you could have met him, Gandalf. But your time had come, along with the other Ringbearers. I hope you are happy, wherever you are.
I guess the moral behind this message is that I miss you, Gandalf, my friend. I hope I have become something that you can be proud of. I have become Isildur's Heir- the true King of Gondor. I hope you hear my words, wherever you are. You lived a good life here on Middle-Earth. And you will always be remembered as long as my bloodline resides in the White City.
Farewell, my friend.
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Aragorn, High King of Gondor and Heir of Isildur looked out over the ocean with haunted eyes. So many of his friends had passed now... and it would not be long until he fell into the Halls of Mandos. He had a long time yet in mortal years, but not when one had been raised as an elf. He ran a hand through his chin length hair, trying not to think about the streaks of grey. Suddenly, a yell of "LEGOLAS!!!" caught his ears. He looked down towards the sandy beach nearby.
Blonde hair flashed in the sunlight as Legolas Greenleaf, youngest Prince of Mirkwood and the Morning Star of the Elves ran away from the young man who was chasing him, Prince Eldarion of Gondor. Legolas slowed, and the dark-haired man launched himself at the beautiful elf, knocking him down onto the sand.
"Caught you!" He chorused gleefully, looking down at his friend and crush with a grin. Legolas sighed,
"Alright, you win. Get off me now."
"Maybe I do not wish to..." Eldarion's voice was husky as he leaned down to steal a kiss from the wriggling elf, who was pinned under the Gondorian Prince's weight.
"ELDARION!!" Legolas shrieked, knocking his friend off him and reversing their positions.
"Mm, feisty. Just how I like my women..." Eldarion said jokingly, and yelped as Legolas whacked him on the nose, before stalking off
Aragorn chuckled, before gazing out towards the ocean again.
"They seem to be bonding well," Arwen's arms slipped around his waist, and Aragorn turned to look at his wife. She was starting to show slight signs of age, but she was still as beautiful as she had ever been, because the small flaws humanised her. His son was in love with Legolas' ethereal beauty- and Legolas was an angel, he was the first to admit that- after all, he was the one who generally had to sit through Eldarion's bad attempts at writing poetry for the highly-amused elf.
"Yes." He nodded, "It worries me. Do you think Eldar' actually realises quite how old Legolas is?"
"Of course he does," Arwen frowned, "Do not judge him for his youth, Estel. After all..." She leaned her head against his shoulder, "Did you know how old I was when we first fell in love?"
"...no," Aragorn smiled slightly, "But Legolas-"
"Will always do right by our son. He always has done, ever since Eldarion was a child," Arwen said softly, "And Eldarion was granted immortality by my father, remember? Perhaps they shall remain together... when we pass on...?"
"Perhaps," Aragorn nodded, and leaned down to kiss his wife. "If my son feels the same for Legolas as I felt for you all those years ago, my dear wife, then they shall be together forever."
"Amin mela lle, my husband..." Arwen whispered against his lips.
"I love you too, my wife." Aragorn replied, and then, smiling at each other, they walked down towards the beach where an irate blonde elf and a very-pleased-with-himself half-elf waited for them. As they moved away, Aragorn looked back one last time over the oceans to Valinor.
(Farewell, my friend...)
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