1 Innocent Betrayal
Chapter 3
By SunRose
Summary: There's a little bit of ahem ahem going on here. ^_~ I changed the rating to R because I wasn't sure what could be considered as R or not, so I figured that just changing the grade would be safer.
Disclaimer: The Boys ain't mine. Damn.
Notes: I am REALLY running out of steam for this story. ^_^;;; ACK! But I'm determined to make it have some form of ending sometime soon. In fact, THIS is the last chapter! Sorry! If there's anyone who would like to write am alternate ending or something for this, then email me and we'll talk! : )
Story is from Legolas' POV
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Aragorn's mind grows further away from us with each passing second. He appears focussed on our task of finding the Hobbits, but I know that his mind is roiling over with much turmoil. My feelings for the man continue to grow even greater still. Even as he withdraws, I desire even more to pull him back out. Gimli looks at Aragorn with concern. He also knows of the sadness of Aragorn's loss. Occasionally, he looks at me with a sympathetic eye and I wonder if he knows of my sufferings by loving Aragorn.
We have stopped to camp for the night. We are mostly silent, except for the random pondering about what has happened to our horses. The forest is dark and there is a strange wind that blows through the trees. Normally, I would have sang or gazed upon the beauty of the stars, but tonight, my heart and body kept me awake. I ached for Aragorn. Not only to have him with me, not only as a companion, but as a lover. I also hurt because of his pain, which he has held deep inside of him. I can see Aragorn rise and walk into the woods. My legs twitch, and I wish to follow him, but what would Gimli say if I just suddenly left? I looked to the dwarf and he smiles briefly, before declaring gruffly,
"You aren't going to accomplish anything by sitting there and sighing. I will watch the camp. Now, go!"
After grinning back at the dwarf, I turned and sprinted after Aragorn. As I pursued him, by steps slowed and my temporary confidence began to wane. What if he rejected me? What then?
It was too late for me to think of any more doubts, because there he was, right in front of me. I was unsure how he had come to be there. Maybe he had sensed my steps and risen to greet me, or maybe I had run into him. But either way, we stood chest to chest and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes burnt into mine and I gulped, my heart fluttering nervously. I couldn't think, I couldn't move. All of my blood rushed to my loins. Aragorn's eyes never wavered from mine. I swallowed and tried to speak,
"Is this what you want?"
He never responded, but instead captured my lips in a passionate kiss. It was pure bliss for me. I wished to savor the moment. But Aragorn kissed me with a hunger and passion that showed me he wanted more. I could feel his hardness press into my hip and I gasped. Aragorn started kissing his way down my neck and I groaned and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he worked with mine. After several seconds of struggling, we were both naked and there was a fire burning inside of us as we joined ourselves into one. He thrust into me with a primal ferocity that let me know he was finally letting his emotions free. With a shout, we both reached completion and he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, sweaty and satisfied. The exhaustion I had been feeling earlier, the tell-tale signs of grief, had all vanished. I was happy.
I was surprised when Aragorn stood and began to redress himself. He said no words to me, he did not even look at me. I was at a loss for words. All I could do was sit there and watch him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Man looked at me.
"Legolas," he spoke slowly, "I'm sorry."
My eyebrows shot up, and I jumped to my feet. Sorry?! WHAT was he trying to say?
"Aragorn, I love you!"
I hadn't exactly meant to blurt it out in a fit of emotion, but the words were said and I could not take them back. The Man looked at me in surprise, then put his head in his hands and sighed. I could sense what was coming, but my heart did not want to admit it.
"Oh, I see."
I hurriedly tried to dress. My hands were shaking and my fingers couldn't seem to grasp anything. I couldn't even feel any emotions. Was I angry? Was I upset? Was I hurt? I wasn't sure.
Aragorn frowned and reached out to grasp my arm as I turned to leave.
"Please, Legolas, don't let it be like that. Our friendship has always been very important to me. I care for you as a friend. This….. this was a mistake…"
"A mistake?" I scoffed at him.
Aragorn sighed again in frustration as he struggled for the right words.
"You are a very good and kind friend, but please, until this is all over, can't we just forget this happened?"
I could hear his unspoken words. He was trying to tell me that I had just been a distraction. He never wanted to speak of this again. He just wanted us to put this behind us. I was about to say something, about to tell him that he had used me and a 'friend' would never do that, but when I looked into his eyes and saw his sorrow, I faltered.
"Please, Legolas, I have already lost my lover, don't let me loose my friend too."
And that was it. I was finished. My heart would never love another. It was his, but he would not take it. So we put our experience behind us and never spoke of it again. Our friendship was not the same. How could it be? But to all outsiders, we appeared to be the most loyal of companions.
My love for Aragorn held me to Middle Earth. I watched him marry the Evenstar, Lady Arwen. She understood how his love for the deceased Boromir kept his heart from fully being hers. I often wondered that if I had understood that also, if the rest of Aragorn's heart would be mine instead of hers. None who looked upon me ever how much I loved Aragorn. No one knew how I really felt. All save Gimli. And even after the death of the one whom I loved the most, Gimli was there with his frank advice and good soul to help me through it all.
As I step upon the boat and gaze out to the sea, I know what the Lady Galadriel meant when she told me not to look upon the great ocean. The bluest of all blue waves have claimed me. I must sail, or my own sanity will be lost. But even as my soul is stolen by the sea, my heart will remain ever more in Middle Earth, belonging to the most noble of the Kings of Gondor, who now lays buried deep within the earth.
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Ok, I'm REALLY sorry for this ending being abrupt and for making Aragorn seem like such a jerk! But I was really running out of steam for this story. I've got, like, five others I'm working on. (Some have already been posted SOMEWHERE, some haven't.) And maybe once summer rolls around, I'll do something with this (a revision, or an alternate ending, etc etc.) But, like I said above, if there's anyone who would like to write an alternate ending to this, or something, just email me and we'll work things out!
You know what would be neat? If there were several different alterante endings.
IE: Like, if Boromir had lived, what then?
What if Aragorn HAD returned Legolas' feelings?
What if Legolas had understood that Aragorn's love for Boromir would always be first and foremost?
Chapter 3
By SunRose
Summary: There's a little bit of ahem ahem going on here. ^_~ I changed the rating to R because I wasn't sure what could be considered as R or not, so I figured that just changing the grade would be safer.
Disclaimer: The Boys ain't mine. Damn.
Notes: I am REALLY running out of steam for this story. ^_^;;; ACK! But I'm determined to make it have some form of ending sometime soon. In fact, THIS is the last chapter! Sorry! If there's anyone who would like to write am alternate ending or something for this, then email me and we'll talk! : )
Story is from Legolas' POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn's mind grows further away from us with each passing second. He appears focussed on our task of finding the Hobbits, but I know that his mind is roiling over with much turmoil. My feelings for the man continue to grow even greater still. Even as he withdraws, I desire even more to pull him back out. Gimli looks at Aragorn with concern. He also knows of the sadness of Aragorn's loss. Occasionally, he looks at me with a sympathetic eye and I wonder if he knows of my sufferings by loving Aragorn.
We have stopped to camp for the night. We are mostly silent, except for the random pondering about what has happened to our horses. The forest is dark and there is a strange wind that blows through the trees. Normally, I would have sang or gazed upon the beauty of the stars, but tonight, my heart and body kept me awake. I ached for Aragorn. Not only to have him with me, not only as a companion, but as a lover. I also hurt because of his pain, which he has held deep inside of him. I can see Aragorn rise and walk into the woods. My legs twitch, and I wish to follow him, but what would Gimli say if I just suddenly left? I looked to the dwarf and he smiles briefly, before declaring gruffly,
"You aren't going to accomplish anything by sitting there and sighing. I will watch the camp. Now, go!"
After grinning back at the dwarf, I turned and sprinted after Aragorn. As I pursued him, by steps slowed and my temporary confidence began to wane. What if he rejected me? What then?
It was too late for me to think of any more doubts, because there he was, right in front of me. I was unsure how he had come to be there. Maybe he had sensed my steps and risen to greet me, or maybe I had run into him. But either way, we stood chest to chest and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes burnt into mine and I gulped, my heart fluttering nervously. I couldn't think, I couldn't move. All of my blood rushed to my loins. Aragorn's eyes never wavered from mine. I swallowed and tried to speak,
"Is this what you want?"
He never responded, but instead captured my lips in a passionate kiss. It was pure bliss for me. I wished to savor the moment. But Aragorn kissed me with a hunger and passion that showed me he wanted more. I could feel his hardness press into my hip and I gasped. Aragorn started kissing his way down my neck and I groaned and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he worked with mine. After several seconds of struggling, we were both naked and there was a fire burning inside of us as we joined ourselves into one. He thrust into me with a primal ferocity that let me know he was finally letting his emotions free. With a shout, we both reached completion and he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, sweaty and satisfied. The exhaustion I had been feeling earlier, the tell-tale signs of grief, had all vanished. I was happy.
I was surprised when Aragorn stood and began to redress himself. He said no words to me, he did not even look at me. I was at a loss for words. All I could do was sit there and watch him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Man looked at me.
"Legolas," he spoke slowly, "I'm sorry."
My eyebrows shot up, and I jumped to my feet. Sorry?! WHAT was he trying to say?
"Aragorn, I love you!"
I hadn't exactly meant to blurt it out in a fit of emotion, but the words were said and I could not take them back. The Man looked at me in surprise, then put his head in his hands and sighed. I could sense what was coming, but my heart did not want to admit it.
"Oh, I see."
I hurriedly tried to dress. My hands were shaking and my fingers couldn't seem to grasp anything. I couldn't even feel any emotions. Was I angry? Was I upset? Was I hurt? I wasn't sure.
Aragorn frowned and reached out to grasp my arm as I turned to leave.
"Please, Legolas, don't let it be like that. Our friendship has always been very important to me. I care for you as a friend. This….. this was a mistake…"
"A mistake?" I scoffed at him.
Aragorn sighed again in frustration as he struggled for the right words.
"You are a very good and kind friend, but please, until this is all over, can't we just forget this happened?"
I could hear his unspoken words. He was trying to tell me that I had just been a distraction. He never wanted to speak of this again. He just wanted us to put this behind us. I was about to say something, about to tell him that he had used me and a 'friend' would never do that, but when I looked into his eyes and saw his sorrow, I faltered.
"Please, Legolas, I have already lost my lover, don't let me loose my friend too."
And that was it. I was finished. My heart would never love another. It was his, but he would not take it. So we put our experience behind us and never spoke of it again. Our friendship was not the same. How could it be? But to all outsiders, we appeared to be the most loyal of companions.
My love for Aragorn held me to Middle Earth. I watched him marry the Evenstar, Lady Arwen. She understood how his love for the deceased Boromir kept his heart from fully being hers. I often wondered that if I had understood that also, if the rest of Aragorn's heart would be mine instead of hers. None who looked upon me ever how much I loved Aragorn. No one knew how I really felt. All save Gimli. And even after the death of the one whom I loved the most, Gimli was there with his frank advice and good soul to help me through it all.
As I step upon the boat and gaze out to the sea, I know what the Lady Galadriel meant when she told me not to look upon the great ocean. The bluest of all blue waves have claimed me. I must sail, or my own sanity will be lost. But even as my soul is stolen by the sea, my heart will remain ever more in Middle Earth, belonging to the most noble of the Kings of Gondor, who now lays buried deep within the earth.
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Ok, I'm REALLY sorry for this ending being abrupt and for making Aragorn seem like such a jerk! But I was really running out of steam for this story. I've got, like, five others I'm working on. (Some have already been posted SOMEWHERE, some haven't.) And maybe once summer rolls around, I'll do something with this (a revision, or an alternate ending, etc etc.) But, like I said above, if there's anyone who would like to write an alternate ending to this, or something, just email me and we'll work things out!
You know what would be neat? If there were several different alterante endings.
IE: Like, if Boromir had lived, what then?
What if Aragorn HAD returned Legolas' feelings?
What if Legolas had understood that Aragorn's love for Boromir would always be first and foremost?
