"The Surprising Love"
Ch1: Only Wish Rated PG-PG13
A/N: This is my first fanfic. Please R+R. Constructive Criticism welcome.
Disclaimer: I own NONE of the places, characters, or things, or anything else in this story.
She knew it was no use. He'd never love her. He'd told her to stay behind, to be in her cage. He said he didn't want to see her hurt. He didn't realize this was hurting her more. After she had begged, pleaded him to let her go with him, he'd still answered no. She'd run off, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Legolas had seen it all. He knew Aragorn would never agree to letting Eowyn come with them. As he watched her run off in tears, he approached Aragorn.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
Aragorn shook his head. "She wants to come."
"She l loves you."
"I know."
"Do you not appreciate her love?" Legolas would have given anything for it.
Aragorn sighed. "I appreciate it, but that is it. I do not desire it. I belong to another, Legolas. And I love that other."
Legolas nodded, and as much as he knew she would never be his, he felt a bit sorry for Eowyn. He knew what it was like to love someone, and have them not love you back. She was to beautiful, to graceful to have to feel that.
Aragorn nodded to him. "We're leaving in two days time," he said, and then left. Legolas wandered the halls of Meduseld, not quite knowing where he was going. He sang to himself in his own tongue, and after a while of walking he came upon Eowyn sitting on a stone windowsill.
"My lady?" he said. She jumped and when she turned to him he could see that she had been crying.
"Legolas," she said with a nod.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She sighed. "You know perfectly well what's wrong."
He nodded. "Yes, my lady, you wish to follow Aragorn down his road, and he will not let you."
She nods, looks out into the twilight and says nothing.
"May I join you?" he asks.
"Of course," she says, moving over. She swings her legs over the outside of the windowsill so they dangle two stories above the ground.
Nothing is said for awhile, and Legolas looks over at her distraught, sad, cold form.
She truly is beautiful, he things, wondering why she affects him this way. She is a mortal, and she will die eventually, and if she does he will most certainly die too. Yes, she is mortal and he is elf kind, but there is something about her that affected him the first moment her saw her.
He remembers it clearly. They had just walked into the Golden Hall, and a whole bunch of guards were coming at them, ready to strike. He'd been busy beating the pulp out of two of the guards and he didn't even realize she was there until she rushed forwards and Aragorn caught her.
He was distracted for a second, after finishing off the two guards, and he saw a beautiful woman, dressed in white, with golden hair rippling down her back.
For a second he found himself wondering if she was an elf, for he had never seen such a beautiful mortal before. But no, she was indeed, mortal.
She caught him looking at her, and she smiled. "What is it?" she asked.
He smiled and she thought she detected a faint reddish tinge appear on his cheeks. "Nothing, just.thinking," he answered.
"About me?"
"Yes, and other things."
There was another bit of silence, both of them staring out into the unending night that had fallen.
The silence was broken by Legolas this time.
"Eowyn?" he asked
"Yes?"
"Why are you in love with Aragorn?"
She was taken aback by the question. Of all things he could have asked, this was least expected.
"He's daring, he's courageous, he's brave, he's kind, he's strong? I don't know, Legolas! What does anyone love anyone?"
"Because they inspire you, they bring you hope, they make you feel alive, they make you feel valuable. And them being the most beautiful thing you have ever seen doesn't hurt either."
In saying this, he reached out and put a hand on hers. She turned her face toward his, and he saw an expression of confusion, but when she looked into his eyes, she knew his words came from his heart.
"Aye, he does all of that, but one. He always seems to be pushing me away, making me feel like I'm not worth anything." She looks down at the ground, out the window.
Legolas shifted his position as to sit as she was sitting. "But my lady." He said quietly, "You are worth everything."
She turns and looks directly into his eyes. She says, "If only I was," so quietly that his elven ears just barely picked it up.
"Eowyn!" he said, gently but firmly, "You must not think of yourself like that! Just because he doesn't love you doesn't mean no one else will!"
She shivers, and he realizes she is freezing, her hand is as cold as ice. He takes off his cloak from Lothlorien, and moves to put it around her shoulders.
As his arms gently go around her to fasten the clasp, she reaches up and crosses her arms over his, pulling him to her.
Legolas was burning for her. He could feel his heart thudding as she pulled him to her. And as her trusting form lay in his arms, he knew there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be at that moment.
"Legolas? Who would love me?" she asked, and he felt her tears again, pouring onto his arms.
"I cannot say, for he has told me not to reveal himself. But there is one in this world whom you mean the world to."
She smiles, and he feels her breath on his arms, and it makes the hair on the back of his neck raise. He doesn't know why he feels for her this way, but it comes as natural as heartbeat.
He pulls her a little tighter to him, and she sighs and smiles.
"Legolas?" she asked
"Yes?"
"Can we stay like this forever?" she says, turning around to face him.
He looks into her eyes, and before either of them knew what was happening, they both leaned forward and shared a kiss.
When they broke away, Eowyn turned back to lying against him, her eyes closing.
He whispers, "It would be my only wish in the world," into her hair, feeling his own eyes closing. "to stay with you forever."
Ch1: Only Wish Rated PG-PG13
A/N: This is my first fanfic. Please R+R. Constructive Criticism welcome.
Disclaimer: I own NONE of the places, characters, or things, or anything else in this story.
She knew it was no use. He'd never love her. He'd told her to stay behind, to be in her cage. He said he didn't want to see her hurt. He didn't realize this was hurting her more. After she had begged, pleaded him to let her go with him, he'd still answered no. She'd run off, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Legolas had seen it all. He knew Aragorn would never agree to letting Eowyn come with them. As he watched her run off in tears, he approached Aragorn.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
Aragorn shook his head. "She wants to come."
"She l loves you."
"I know."
"Do you not appreciate her love?" Legolas would have given anything for it.
Aragorn sighed. "I appreciate it, but that is it. I do not desire it. I belong to another, Legolas. And I love that other."
Legolas nodded, and as much as he knew she would never be his, he felt a bit sorry for Eowyn. He knew what it was like to love someone, and have them not love you back. She was to beautiful, to graceful to have to feel that.
Aragorn nodded to him. "We're leaving in two days time," he said, and then left. Legolas wandered the halls of Meduseld, not quite knowing where he was going. He sang to himself in his own tongue, and after a while of walking he came upon Eowyn sitting on a stone windowsill.
"My lady?" he said. She jumped and when she turned to him he could see that she had been crying.
"Legolas," she said with a nod.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She sighed. "You know perfectly well what's wrong."
He nodded. "Yes, my lady, you wish to follow Aragorn down his road, and he will not let you."
She nods, looks out into the twilight and says nothing.
"May I join you?" he asks.
"Of course," she says, moving over. She swings her legs over the outside of the windowsill so they dangle two stories above the ground.
Nothing is said for awhile, and Legolas looks over at her distraught, sad, cold form.
She truly is beautiful, he things, wondering why she affects him this way. She is a mortal, and she will die eventually, and if she does he will most certainly die too. Yes, she is mortal and he is elf kind, but there is something about her that affected him the first moment her saw her.
He remembers it clearly. They had just walked into the Golden Hall, and a whole bunch of guards were coming at them, ready to strike. He'd been busy beating the pulp out of two of the guards and he didn't even realize she was there until she rushed forwards and Aragorn caught her.
He was distracted for a second, after finishing off the two guards, and he saw a beautiful woman, dressed in white, with golden hair rippling down her back.
For a second he found himself wondering if she was an elf, for he had never seen such a beautiful mortal before. But no, she was indeed, mortal.
She caught him looking at her, and she smiled. "What is it?" she asked.
He smiled and she thought she detected a faint reddish tinge appear on his cheeks. "Nothing, just.thinking," he answered.
"About me?"
"Yes, and other things."
There was another bit of silence, both of them staring out into the unending night that had fallen.
The silence was broken by Legolas this time.
"Eowyn?" he asked
"Yes?"
"Why are you in love with Aragorn?"
She was taken aback by the question. Of all things he could have asked, this was least expected.
"He's daring, he's courageous, he's brave, he's kind, he's strong? I don't know, Legolas! What does anyone love anyone?"
"Because they inspire you, they bring you hope, they make you feel alive, they make you feel valuable. And them being the most beautiful thing you have ever seen doesn't hurt either."
In saying this, he reached out and put a hand on hers. She turned her face toward his, and he saw an expression of confusion, but when she looked into his eyes, she knew his words came from his heart.
"Aye, he does all of that, but one. He always seems to be pushing me away, making me feel like I'm not worth anything." She looks down at the ground, out the window.
Legolas shifted his position as to sit as she was sitting. "But my lady." He said quietly, "You are worth everything."
She turns and looks directly into his eyes. She says, "If only I was," so quietly that his elven ears just barely picked it up.
"Eowyn!" he said, gently but firmly, "You must not think of yourself like that! Just because he doesn't love you doesn't mean no one else will!"
She shivers, and he realizes she is freezing, her hand is as cold as ice. He takes off his cloak from Lothlorien, and moves to put it around her shoulders.
As his arms gently go around her to fasten the clasp, she reaches up and crosses her arms over his, pulling him to her.
Legolas was burning for her. He could feel his heart thudding as she pulled him to her. And as her trusting form lay in his arms, he knew there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be at that moment.
"Legolas? Who would love me?" she asked, and he felt her tears again, pouring onto his arms.
"I cannot say, for he has told me not to reveal himself. But there is one in this world whom you mean the world to."
She smiles, and he feels her breath on his arms, and it makes the hair on the back of his neck raise. He doesn't know why he feels for her this way, but it comes as natural as heartbeat.
He pulls her a little tighter to him, and she sighs and smiles.
"Legolas?" she asked
"Yes?"
"Can we stay like this forever?" she says, turning around to face him.
He looks into her eyes, and before either of them knew what was happening, they both leaned forward and shared a kiss.
When they broke away, Eowyn turned back to lying against him, her eyes closing.
He whispers, "It would be my only wish in the world," into her hair, feeling his own eyes closing. "to stay with you forever."