Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh. Tolkein should be very satisfied with himself.
A/N: Well, not a surprise, this is angsty. It doesn't specify the charries but it's Aragorn in Legolas way before the War of the Ring, right before Aragorn leaves to become a ranger. NO SLASH! U people should know by now I don't do slash. Well.I have but never ever fathomed posting it online. Perhaps one day..I prefer friendship. So there. Please review! It makes my sucky life a so much better.^_^ And don't forget my dear Brothers in Heart. Thank u! Oh, and go read Tithen Min's To New Mutiny and it's prequel. Yay, TM! ^_^ .: Huggles:.
Parting
They met quietly on the bridge that evening. They had spent many afternoons chasing each other across that bridge or sitting and staring down into the water, talking about many things. They had sat there making arrows and standing side by side watching the sun go down, or gazing at the stars in silence. They had laughed often on this bridge, but now it was not laughter which filled their hearts, but sorrow.
Neither said anything, for there was nothing to say. The moonlight danced across the Elf's face, his blue eyes glimmering as they peered at the gray eyes of his best friend. He had grown so accustomed to meeting those eyes here, on this bridge, and now it would be the last time for many long days.
The man returned his friend's gaze. His mind was empty of words, yet his heart was filled with sadness. He remembered too. He remembered those years spent on this bridge without a care. But they were no longer young. He was leaving, but his best friend was not to go with him. The Elf had never left him out of anything, and now he was the one to be left behind.
He had been his light, his laughter. He was his friend, and his - brother. And now they were parting, and the man wished the Elf did not mean so much to him, or else this would not pain him so.
The Elf only watched his friend with that bright pair of blue eyes, now laced with loneliness. He had been his hope, his comfort. He was his companion, his closest friend. And he was leaving, perhaps never to return again. The Elf had tried not to think of this, but it was inevitable. In the back of his mind he always knew that one day, they would part forever, even though it broke his heart.
Yet they refused to say good-bye. They only stood there in silence, their eyes conveying what their hearts could not bear. All they would have is memories, and memories were only to pain them further. Yet perhaps they would meet again - in their dreams.
He turned away without a word and walked away into the darkness, leaving the Elf, his best friend, standing on that bridge alone, a tear slipping away from his broken blue eyes.
And the Elf stood there, alone, watching until the silhouette of his companion, his best friend, and his brother in heart, disappeared from his vision.
And even after he had gone, the Elf still stood there, beneath the silver moonlight. And it began to rain. But he did not care. He stood there, and stared after his friend. He would hear his name in his dreams, and in his dreams, they would meet again.
A/N: Well, not a surprise, this is angsty. It doesn't specify the charries but it's Aragorn in Legolas way before the War of the Ring, right before Aragorn leaves to become a ranger. NO SLASH! U people should know by now I don't do slash. Well.I have but never ever fathomed posting it online. Perhaps one day..I prefer friendship. So there. Please review! It makes my sucky life a so much better.^_^ And don't forget my dear Brothers in Heart. Thank u! Oh, and go read Tithen Min's To New Mutiny and it's prequel. Yay, TM! ^_^ .: Huggles:.
Parting
They met quietly on the bridge that evening. They had spent many afternoons chasing each other across that bridge or sitting and staring down into the water, talking about many things. They had sat there making arrows and standing side by side watching the sun go down, or gazing at the stars in silence. They had laughed often on this bridge, but now it was not laughter which filled their hearts, but sorrow.
Neither said anything, for there was nothing to say. The moonlight danced across the Elf's face, his blue eyes glimmering as they peered at the gray eyes of his best friend. He had grown so accustomed to meeting those eyes here, on this bridge, and now it would be the last time for many long days.
The man returned his friend's gaze. His mind was empty of words, yet his heart was filled with sadness. He remembered too. He remembered those years spent on this bridge without a care. But they were no longer young. He was leaving, but his best friend was not to go with him. The Elf had never left him out of anything, and now he was the one to be left behind.
He had been his light, his laughter. He was his friend, and his - brother. And now they were parting, and the man wished the Elf did not mean so much to him, or else this would not pain him so.
The Elf only watched his friend with that bright pair of blue eyes, now laced with loneliness. He had been his hope, his comfort. He was his companion, his closest friend. And he was leaving, perhaps never to return again. The Elf had tried not to think of this, but it was inevitable. In the back of his mind he always knew that one day, they would part forever, even though it broke his heart.
Yet they refused to say good-bye. They only stood there in silence, their eyes conveying what their hearts could not bear. All they would have is memories, and memories were only to pain them further. Yet perhaps they would meet again - in their dreams.
He turned away without a word and walked away into the darkness, leaving the Elf, his best friend, standing on that bridge alone, a tear slipping away from his broken blue eyes.
And the Elf stood there, alone, watching until the silhouette of his companion, his best friend, and his brother in heart, disappeared from his vision.
And even after he had gone, the Elf still stood there, beneath the silver moonlight. And it began to rain. But he did not care. He stood there, and stared after his friend. He would hear his name in his dreams, and in his dreams, they would meet again.
