Title: Can't look away
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Legolas, writing stories about him would be the last thing I'd do. ;) And of course I don't own anybody else.yet..muahahaha! Author's Notes: This is my first fic out so anyone who reviews will get a very happy virtual kiss from me and my Legolas! If I can figure it out.I probably can't, I'm not a tekkie at all.and it's really quite sad because I always wanted to be like a computer hacker like Trinity from the Matrix, because it's soooo cool and makes you look very smart and sexy :) but I can't figure it out so..well.anyhoo, I'll get on with the story! Oh yeah, it's Aragorn's POV.
The moonlight casts a milky, silvery sheen on him, his blond hair turning a ghostly silver. He is sitting up, sleeping or watching the night sky I cannot tell. I despise him for he is everything I am not: immortality, beauty, innocence. He possess more purity than I when I was born. I breathe in slowly, drawing a ragged breath. How I hated him but I can't look away. I move silently across the camp and stand behind him, hidden in the shadows of the tree he is leaning against, barely daring to breathe. I jump at the sound of him moving. He stands up in one fluid movemtn and looks at me. He speaks, his voice soft and deadly.
"You should watch for enemies." I don't answer, my throat is locked tight. He stands up to face me, the light of the moon behind him, casting a glittery halo. Our eyes lock. We stand there like marble statues in the moonlight. We stand there so long that I think that maybe Legolas has fallen asleep. I reach up with a dirty hand, maybe to pass my hand over his eyes to see if he is asleep. His hand moves faster than a snake and slithers up to catch my hand. Neither of us give in to that silent standoff. In the background, I can hear Gimli muttering in his sleep but other than that, the night is silent. The night is hot and soon I start to sweat silently. The hand that still holds mine is cool as ice. Maybe he had turned into a marble statue for he wasn't like a living being. I despise him so much for making me feel like the mere human that I am. I refuse to back out. Then, I finally stalk to my side of the camp. The enchanting spell is broken for I have lost. Legolas resumes his potition against the tree. Silent minutes pass then, I can't help myself, I turn around and look at the still form leaning against the tree. I can't look away.
*Okay, it's really short, kinda cheesy, and perhaps very cliched but did you like it? Should I add a second chapter??? I need feedback! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Legolas, writing stories about him would be the last thing I'd do. ;) And of course I don't own anybody else.yet..muahahaha! Author's Notes: This is my first fic out so anyone who reviews will get a very happy virtual kiss from me and my Legolas! If I can figure it out.I probably can't, I'm not a tekkie at all.and it's really quite sad because I always wanted to be like a computer hacker like Trinity from the Matrix, because it's soooo cool and makes you look very smart and sexy :) but I can't figure it out so..well.anyhoo, I'll get on with the story! Oh yeah, it's Aragorn's POV.
The moonlight casts a milky, silvery sheen on him, his blond hair turning a ghostly silver. He is sitting up, sleeping or watching the night sky I cannot tell. I despise him for he is everything I am not: immortality, beauty, innocence. He possess more purity than I when I was born. I breathe in slowly, drawing a ragged breath. How I hated him but I can't look away. I move silently across the camp and stand behind him, hidden in the shadows of the tree he is leaning against, barely daring to breathe. I jump at the sound of him moving. He stands up in one fluid movemtn and looks at me. He speaks, his voice soft and deadly.
"You should watch for enemies." I don't answer, my throat is locked tight. He stands up to face me, the light of the moon behind him, casting a glittery halo. Our eyes lock. We stand there like marble statues in the moonlight. We stand there so long that I think that maybe Legolas has fallen asleep. I reach up with a dirty hand, maybe to pass my hand over his eyes to see if he is asleep. His hand moves faster than a snake and slithers up to catch my hand. Neither of us give in to that silent standoff. In the background, I can hear Gimli muttering in his sleep but other than that, the night is silent. The night is hot and soon I start to sweat silently. The hand that still holds mine is cool as ice. Maybe he had turned into a marble statue for he wasn't like a living being. I despise him so much for making me feel like the mere human that I am. I refuse to back out. Then, I finally stalk to my side of the camp. The enchanting spell is broken for I have lost. Legolas resumes his potition against the tree. Silent minutes pass then, I can't help myself, I turn around and look at the still form leaning against the tree. I can't look away.
*Okay, it's really short, kinda cheesy, and perhaps very cliched but did you like it? Should I add a second chapter??? I need feedback! Thanks for reading!