Legolas stood at the rail of his balcony, while he closed his eyes and
breathed deeply. His mind had been clouded for days now, with thoughts.
Deep thoughts, impure thoughts and he tried to will them away, but they
just flowed back, like the ocean and its mighty waves. He tightened his
grip on the rail and opened his eyes. Legolas tried to think about
something else, and for the time being, it worked.
How he loved Rivendell. With all its splendour and enchantment, he valued Rivendell almost as much as his beloved Mirkwood. Mirkwood. Legolas thought longingly. He hadn't been back in what seemed like an eternity and he missed everything: the forests, the tall trees, the steamy rivers, and his father. As he listened to the birds twittering he smiled to himself.
We are never apart, my son. Listen to the words of the birds, for they will tell you what my heart is saying, that I am with you, always.
"You will be with me always, father," Legolas said to himself as the birds flew from tree to tree.
"My Prince," the voice came as no surprise to Legolas, as he had heard its footsteps. Legolas turned around to look at one of his companions from Mirkwood. "The council has been called and you have been summoned." The elf said, bowing.
"I am coming Carangil," Legolas smiled at him and the elf left. He will be there, I am sure of it. Legolas thought almost excitedly as he walked into his room. He dressed into a brownish tunic and made his way down the elaborately decorated halls of Rivendell.
Legolas took his seat, outside in the cool shade, next to Carangil and sank deep into his seat. As the council for the Ring began, Legolas tried to keep his eyes on Elrond, and what he was saying, but every now and then, they found their way over to Aragorn and he snapped himself back into attention. Legolas watched intently as the hobbit called Frodo, brought forth the Ring. He swallowed. So it is true then. This Ring must be destroyed. As if voicing his thoughts, Elrond said that it must be destroyed and then a brash dwarf, sitting a few seats away from Legolas, drew up his axe and brought it down on the ring. Legolas shielded his face as the pieces flew in different directions with an intense force. He managed to sneak another look at Aragorn, whose face had gone pale. He was staring at the hobbit and Legolas saw that Frodo was holding his head, as if a severe pain had struck his head. When Elrond spoke again, Legolas listened to him as he explained how the Ring must be destroyed. Then a man sitting opposite Legolas spoke up, and he recognised him as Boromir. He stood up and looked at everyone as he spoke. He spoke of the Ring being a gift and he spoke of his home Gondor, very passionately. It was only when Aragorn spoke that Legolas gave his full attention to the person who had been haunting his thoughts.
"And what would a ranger know of such matters?" Boromir said distastefully to Aragorn. In a quick reflex action, Legolas was up facing Boromir, his gaze piercing his façade.
"This is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance," Legolas said to Boromir and he narrowed his eyes at the elf.
"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?" Boromir said, eyeing Aragorn with more dislike.
"And heir to the thrown of Gondor," Legolas added and Boromir snapped his head back in his direction.
"Havu dat Legolas." Legolas looked startled at Aragorn. Sit down Legolas? He spoke to me in Elvish? Legolas knew Aragorn could speak it, but he had never used it on him before.
"Gondor has no heir," he spat at Legolas. "Gondor needs no heir." Boromir turned to look at Aragorn. From that moment on, Legolas never took his eyes off Elrond. When Boromir spoke again, Legolas felt his heart beat quicken, he did not enjoy the company of this man, he was set in his ways and there was something else, that Legolas could not make out. Something that was disturbingly wrong.
"Have you heard nothing that Lord Elrond had said? The Ring must be destroyed," Legolas said again, standing up. He spoke to everyone, but directed his comments at Boromir. Except this time it was not Boromir who stood up, but the Gimli the dwarf who had brandished his axe.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" he snapped and Legolas fixed him with a menacing stare. Dwarves. He thought infuriated.
"I'll be damned if I see the Ring in the hands of an ELF!" Gimli's words hit like a stinging slap across the cheek and Carangil and the other elves Legolas was with, stood up. Legolas was too quick for them though, and put his hands out to hold them back. A full-scale argument broke out and amidst the confusion, Legolas managed to spot Aragorn, and he was sitting, staring at him. Legolas swallowed and tried to restrain his companions, who wanted to get their hands into the dwarves.
"I will take the Ring to Mordor," a little voice said. The hobbit, Frodo stood behind everyone and as they turned to face him, Legolas admired his courage. Gandalf, who was standing next to Legolas, had a very grave look on his face, but went to stand next to Frodo anyway. He muttered something to Frodo, as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Next it was Aragorn's turn. He walked over from where he had been sitting and squatted down so he was face-to-face with Frodo.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," he said positively to Frodo. Legolas followed suit as he smiled and Frodo.
"And you have my bow."
"And my axe," Gimli said suddenly and Legolas sighed. What axe? He thought as he saw the pieces scattered around the seats. Then Boromir stood up and said that Gondor would help if this was indeed the will of the council. Then, to my utmost surprise another hobbit joined his friend Frodo, and said that he was coming too. Lord Elrond didn't seem to mind this, as he smiled at the hobbit.
"Hey! We're coming too!!" cried another hobbit and as Legolas looked up, two more hobbits ran and came to stand next to Frodo and his friend. Lord Elrond's eyes widened and as he looked at them all, the corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smile.
"Nine companions," he said, almost to himself. "You shall be, the Fellowship of the Ring."
Legolas smiled and he looked over at Aragorn, and if he sensed he was looking at him, flickered his dark eyes as the left corner of his mouth moved upwards for a quick smile.
"Right then, where're we going?" One of the hobbits said and Legolas laughed inside himself. What a peculiar race.
Aragorn paced the corridors of Rivendell searching for his muse. The day had held many things for his mind to absorb and as he walked past rooms, scanned them for the one who could make everything right.
"Ranger," came the soft flowing voice and Aragorn stopped in his tracks.
"I was looking for you," he said softly, turning around to face Arwen.
"I know, that is why I found you first," she beamed, her eyes pouring into the deepest cracks of his anxiety. Aragorn shivered. He usually liked it when she gave him those long searching looks, but he had things inside his mind at this point, which he preferred to keep to himself. He broke his gaze from hers and Arwen looked perturbed.
"You look for me, and yet you do not wish me to seek you," she sighed, brushing her hand on the side of his face. Aragorn shivered again. Her hands were as cold as ice.
"My Evenstar, I have many things-" she put a finger up to his lips and smiled.
"I will wait for you forever, because I have until forever. You do not, you seek to do so many things and until you have sorted out what it is you want, I will wait." She moved forward to kiss him, but he moved his face and took both her hands in his.
"You know me better than I know myself." He kissed her on her forehead and turned from her. Arwen stood, watching him, until he disappeared into the shadows of the passage. As Arwen stood by herself, a single tear fell from her eye and she looked after the departed Aragorn.
"All that is gold does not glitter and not all those who wonder are lost," she repeated the wise words of Bilbo.
"Farewell my dear Estel."
Legolas was filled with anxiety. Pledging his bow seemed easy enough, but he found himself struggling with whether or not he could see it through. Then there was the prospect of being alone, with him. Legolas was not sure if he could endure it again. After the duty of the Fellowship had been fulfilled, he would go back to his beloved Mirkwood, and never see him again. He was sure that if that has to happen again, he would die of a broken heart. But Legolas saw the way he looked at her. All he could expect from the object of his fondness was a mere smile. After all, how could he contend with the Evenstar?
"Have you come to wish me well?" Legolas said suddenly, not taking his eyes off the scenery.
"I never could steal up on you, my brother." Legolas turned around to face Carangil as he walked out to him on the balcony.
"That is true," he smirked and Carangil smiled. "Take word to my father that I will return in time," Legolas said putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I will miss you," he said almost sadly.
"Be merry. For today is the start of a new chapter, for all of us." Legolas hugged his friend and as Carangil left his room, Legolas felt his knees go weak. He steadied himself against the banister and closed his eyes. I feel this journey will change my fellow companions and I forever. Legolas thought gravely. He picked himself up and suddenly; he heard a sound at the door again.
"Trying to steal up on me again?" Legolas smiled as he returned his gaze to the birds outside the window.
"I would never steal up on you," a profound voice said. Legolas spun around and stared.
"I- I thought-"
"That I was someone else?" Legolas closed his open mouth and gave his intruder a soft smile.
"You know me too well Aragorn," Legolas said, moving closer to him.
"How long has it been, friend?" Aragorn asked when Legolas had stopped, inches away from him.
"Longer than anything I've had to wait for in my lifetime." Aragorn laughed at the elf's comment and he sighed.
"I feel the same way." Legolas watched Aragorn as he wrung his hands again and again.
"Is everything well with you?" Legolas asked and Aragorn looked quickly up at him.
"I saw you watching me at the council." Aragorn's eyes widened as if he hadn't meant to say that, and Legolas' pale cheeks were mixed with a tint of crimson.
"Can I not look upon an old friend?"
"Damn you elves!" Aragorn yelled suddenly. "You always know what to say! I cannot catch you off guard!"
"Do you wish to?" Legolas asked, as he looked confused and concerned at the emotional Aragorn.
"You were watching me! And I was watching you!!" he yelled and Legolas shook a little.
"Yes, I know. I saw you too," Legolas' voice was so soft and careful that Aragorn stopped raging and looked soulfully at him. Then with little hesitation, he took a tiny step forward and Legolas could almost taste Aragorn's flavour, the crushed leaves and mist, as he breathed on his neck. Legolas' lips quivered as Aragorn moved his face towards his. This is too soon. Legolas thought helplessly as Aragorn closed his eyes. Legolas inhaled deeply as he screwed his eyes up.
"How is the Lady Arwen?" Legolas faltered at his own words as Aragorn withdrew a little to look at him. A weak smile crossed his lips and he stepped backwards. Legolas watched him advance to the door and with one final attempt, Aragorn looked longingly at Legolas. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, disappearing out the door. Legolas stood for a few seconds and then crumpled to the floor. He struggled to get up, supported by his supple arms as he breathed hard. If I ever die, it will be of a broken heart.
"Meldanya," Legolas said in Elvish as he struggled to gain control of himself. Aragorn, who was listening from outside his door, had a look upon his face, as if someone had torn out his heart and crushed it in front of him.
"My beloved," he repeated the word's of Legolas in the common tongue, as he fought back the tears.
"I will wait for you," he whispered as he turned and walked solemnly down the passage.
*Author's Note* Okay… so I don't know how many Legolas/Aragorn fics I've read on this site, but they're all BRILLIANT! So I decided to try and make up one of my own :) Well, if you could find it in your heart to review, I'd be very grateful! Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien that wonderful man! Hope you enjoyed… and if you did, there IS more to come!
How he loved Rivendell. With all its splendour and enchantment, he valued Rivendell almost as much as his beloved Mirkwood. Mirkwood. Legolas thought longingly. He hadn't been back in what seemed like an eternity and he missed everything: the forests, the tall trees, the steamy rivers, and his father. As he listened to the birds twittering he smiled to himself.
We are never apart, my son. Listen to the words of the birds, for they will tell you what my heart is saying, that I am with you, always.
"You will be with me always, father," Legolas said to himself as the birds flew from tree to tree.
"My Prince," the voice came as no surprise to Legolas, as he had heard its footsteps. Legolas turned around to look at one of his companions from Mirkwood. "The council has been called and you have been summoned." The elf said, bowing.
"I am coming Carangil," Legolas smiled at him and the elf left. He will be there, I am sure of it. Legolas thought almost excitedly as he walked into his room. He dressed into a brownish tunic and made his way down the elaborately decorated halls of Rivendell.
Legolas took his seat, outside in the cool shade, next to Carangil and sank deep into his seat. As the council for the Ring began, Legolas tried to keep his eyes on Elrond, and what he was saying, but every now and then, they found their way over to Aragorn and he snapped himself back into attention. Legolas watched intently as the hobbit called Frodo, brought forth the Ring. He swallowed. So it is true then. This Ring must be destroyed. As if voicing his thoughts, Elrond said that it must be destroyed and then a brash dwarf, sitting a few seats away from Legolas, drew up his axe and brought it down on the ring. Legolas shielded his face as the pieces flew in different directions with an intense force. He managed to sneak another look at Aragorn, whose face had gone pale. He was staring at the hobbit and Legolas saw that Frodo was holding his head, as if a severe pain had struck his head. When Elrond spoke again, Legolas listened to him as he explained how the Ring must be destroyed. Then a man sitting opposite Legolas spoke up, and he recognised him as Boromir. He stood up and looked at everyone as he spoke. He spoke of the Ring being a gift and he spoke of his home Gondor, very passionately. It was only when Aragorn spoke that Legolas gave his full attention to the person who had been haunting his thoughts.
"And what would a ranger know of such matters?" Boromir said distastefully to Aragorn. In a quick reflex action, Legolas was up facing Boromir, his gaze piercing his façade.
"This is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance," Legolas said to Boromir and he narrowed his eyes at the elf.
"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?" Boromir said, eyeing Aragorn with more dislike.
"And heir to the thrown of Gondor," Legolas added and Boromir snapped his head back in his direction.
"Havu dat Legolas." Legolas looked startled at Aragorn. Sit down Legolas? He spoke to me in Elvish? Legolas knew Aragorn could speak it, but he had never used it on him before.
"Gondor has no heir," he spat at Legolas. "Gondor needs no heir." Boromir turned to look at Aragorn. From that moment on, Legolas never took his eyes off Elrond. When Boromir spoke again, Legolas felt his heart beat quicken, he did not enjoy the company of this man, he was set in his ways and there was something else, that Legolas could not make out. Something that was disturbingly wrong.
"Have you heard nothing that Lord Elrond had said? The Ring must be destroyed," Legolas said again, standing up. He spoke to everyone, but directed his comments at Boromir. Except this time it was not Boromir who stood up, but the Gimli the dwarf who had brandished his axe.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" he snapped and Legolas fixed him with a menacing stare. Dwarves. He thought infuriated.
"I'll be damned if I see the Ring in the hands of an ELF!" Gimli's words hit like a stinging slap across the cheek and Carangil and the other elves Legolas was with, stood up. Legolas was too quick for them though, and put his hands out to hold them back. A full-scale argument broke out and amidst the confusion, Legolas managed to spot Aragorn, and he was sitting, staring at him. Legolas swallowed and tried to restrain his companions, who wanted to get their hands into the dwarves.
"I will take the Ring to Mordor," a little voice said. The hobbit, Frodo stood behind everyone and as they turned to face him, Legolas admired his courage. Gandalf, who was standing next to Legolas, had a very grave look on his face, but went to stand next to Frodo anyway. He muttered something to Frodo, as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Next it was Aragorn's turn. He walked over from where he had been sitting and squatted down so he was face-to-face with Frodo.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," he said positively to Frodo. Legolas followed suit as he smiled and Frodo.
"And you have my bow."
"And my axe," Gimli said suddenly and Legolas sighed. What axe? He thought as he saw the pieces scattered around the seats. Then Boromir stood up and said that Gondor would help if this was indeed the will of the council. Then, to my utmost surprise another hobbit joined his friend Frodo, and said that he was coming too. Lord Elrond didn't seem to mind this, as he smiled at the hobbit.
"Hey! We're coming too!!" cried another hobbit and as Legolas looked up, two more hobbits ran and came to stand next to Frodo and his friend. Lord Elrond's eyes widened and as he looked at them all, the corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smile.
"Nine companions," he said, almost to himself. "You shall be, the Fellowship of the Ring."
Legolas smiled and he looked over at Aragorn, and if he sensed he was looking at him, flickered his dark eyes as the left corner of his mouth moved upwards for a quick smile.
"Right then, where're we going?" One of the hobbits said and Legolas laughed inside himself. What a peculiar race.
Aragorn paced the corridors of Rivendell searching for his muse. The day had held many things for his mind to absorb and as he walked past rooms, scanned them for the one who could make everything right.
"Ranger," came the soft flowing voice and Aragorn stopped in his tracks.
"I was looking for you," he said softly, turning around to face Arwen.
"I know, that is why I found you first," she beamed, her eyes pouring into the deepest cracks of his anxiety. Aragorn shivered. He usually liked it when she gave him those long searching looks, but he had things inside his mind at this point, which he preferred to keep to himself. He broke his gaze from hers and Arwen looked perturbed.
"You look for me, and yet you do not wish me to seek you," she sighed, brushing her hand on the side of his face. Aragorn shivered again. Her hands were as cold as ice.
"My Evenstar, I have many things-" she put a finger up to his lips and smiled.
"I will wait for you forever, because I have until forever. You do not, you seek to do so many things and until you have sorted out what it is you want, I will wait." She moved forward to kiss him, but he moved his face and took both her hands in his.
"You know me better than I know myself." He kissed her on her forehead and turned from her. Arwen stood, watching him, until he disappeared into the shadows of the passage. As Arwen stood by herself, a single tear fell from her eye and she looked after the departed Aragorn.
"All that is gold does not glitter and not all those who wonder are lost," she repeated the wise words of Bilbo.
"Farewell my dear Estel."
Legolas was filled with anxiety. Pledging his bow seemed easy enough, but he found himself struggling with whether or not he could see it through. Then there was the prospect of being alone, with him. Legolas was not sure if he could endure it again. After the duty of the Fellowship had been fulfilled, he would go back to his beloved Mirkwood, and never see him again. He was sure that if that has to happen again, he would die of a broken heart. But Legolas saw the way he looked at her. All he could expect from the object of his fondness was a mere smile. After all, how could he contend with the Evenstar?
"Have you come to wish me well?" Legolas said suddenly, not taking his eyes off the scenery.
"I never could steal up on you, my brother." Legolas turned around to face Carangil as he walked out to him on the balcony.
"That is true," he smirked and Carangil smiled. "Take word to my father that I will return in time," Legolas said putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I will miss you," he said almost sadly.
"Be merry. For today is the start of a new chapter, for all of us." Legolas hugged his friend and as Carangil left his room, Legolas felt his knees go weak. He steadied himself against the banister and closed his eyes. I feel this journey will change my fellow companions and I forever. Legolas thought gravely. He picked himself up and suddenly; he heard a sound at the door again.
"Trying to steal up on me again?" Legolas smiled as he returned his gaze to the birds outside the window.
"I would never steal up on you," a profound voice said. Legolas spun around and stared.
"I- I thought-"
"That I was someone else?" Legolas closed his open mouth and gave his intruder a soft smile.
"You know me too well Aragorn," Legolas said, moving closer to him.
"How long has it been, friend?" Aragorn asked when Legolas had stopped, inches away from him.
"Longer than anything I've had to wait for in my lifetime." Aragorn laughed at the elf's comment and he sighed.
"I feel the same way." Legolas watched Aragorn as he wrung his hands again and again.
"Is everything well with you?" Legolas asked and Aragorn looked quickly up at him.
"I saw you watching me at the council." Aragorn's eyes widened as if he hadn't meant to say that, and Legolas' pale cheeks were mixed with a tint of crimson.
"Can I not look upon an old friend?"
"Damn you elves!" Aragorn yelled suddenly. "You always know what to say! I cannot catch you off guard!"
"Do you wish to?" Legolas asked, as he looked confused and concerned at the emotional Aragorn.
"You were watching me! And I was watching you!!" he yelled and Legolas shook a little.
"Yes, I know. I saw you too," Legolas' voice was so soft and careful that Aragorn stopped raging and looked soulfully at him. Then with little hesitation, he took a tiny step forward and Legolas could almost taste Aragorn's flavour, the crushed leaves and mist, as he breathed on his neck. Legolas' lips quivered as Aragorn moved his face towards his. This is too soon. Legolas thought helplessly as Aragorn closed his eyes. Legolas inhaled deeply as he screwed his eyes up.
"How is the Lady Arwen?" Legolas faltered at his own words as Aragorn withdrew a little to look at him. A weak smile crossed his lips and he stepped backwards. Legolas watched him advance to the door and with one final attempt, Aragorn looked longingly at Legolas. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, disappearing out the door. Legolas stood for a few seconds and then crumpled to the floor. He struggled to get up, supported by his supple arms as he breathed hard. If I ever die, it will be of a broken heart.
"Meldanya," Legolas said in Elvish as he struggled to gain control of himself. Aragorn, who was listening from outside his door, had a look upon his face, as if someone had torn out his heart and crushed it in front of him.
"My beloved," he repeated the word's of Legolas in the common tongue, as he fought back the tears.
"I will wait for you," he whispered as he turned and walked solemnly down the passage.
*Author's Note* Okay… so I don't know how many Legolas/Aragorn fics I've read on this site, but they're all BRILLIANT! So I decided to try and make up one of my own :) Well, if you could find it in your heart to review, I'd be very grateful! Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien that wonderful man! Hope you enjoyed… and if you did, there IS more to come!