The sun glinted in an almost unearthly manner against the silky black hair on the Gondorian king's head. He was encased gently in the arms of a silver-gold haired elf with startelingly blue eyes. King Aragorn had found his preference in the young elf's arms before and even after he was wed to Arwen. He had told her, soon after a first shared kiss, with the young male elf. She was unseemingly un troubled by this fact, nor angered, she graceingly declined form the marrige and went her own way once again. She had eventually left Middle Earth, though not without grief, for she grieved leaving the place she had grown in, and leavig the ones she held dear. But she left, nonetheless. And Aragorn had missed her. But her passing was well received in his heart.
But now, it was his turn to grieve, for his star, his angel his being of peace was leaving. Legolas was traveling to the undying lands. Aragorn stood, his arms draped gently around the young elf's shoulders. "Why must you leave? We have just been brought together again, and you leave again. Why?" he asked softly. Legolas jerked back, away from the embrace, he dropped his hands to his sides and looked Aragorn squarely in the eye. "What is left for me here," he asked. "I will stay, if only you tell me what, is left for me!" Aragorn was taken aback by the sudden outburst from his lover, had he not know, did Legolas still see them as a just now, not later? Was he still so oblivious to the cry of love and passion in the young king's heart? A tear slid softly down the elf's cheek, and Aragorn saw the pain and longing in the immortal's eyes. "Tell me now, or all hell be unleashed into the un waking salvage of heaven, WHAT IS LEFT FOR ME!" tears now streaked openly down the distraught elf's face, he wept openly, the sound not unlike the sound of water trickling down a fall, subtle, and beautifull. The glory of God in it's own. The sounds of nature now brought forth their own cries of anguish and fear. Of pain and sorrow, for the sound of the elf's sorrow was enough to leave anything in it's path feel ashamed of it's own wants and need, for now before them was a creature that was as that of an angel in their path, who's pain equaled that of the gods when a war or doom is lost to heaven's kind.
Legolas shortly stowed his tears and looked at Aragorn his face still holding pain, but now they also held blame, blame for the sorrow, that the king had caused him. " Go on then," he said shortly to the king. " Tell me, what is left for me? What in this god and hell forsaken place is left for me!?" he said, his tears slowly coming back. Aragorn had kept his eyes to the ground during this time, but now, he looked up. His eyes met those of Legolas of the star of the heavens that was sent to him alone, and said three words that made the world end and start again. He looked at the young elf, and he said, " I'm still here."
The elf looked to his lover, and finally understood. The passion that had been there for so long, the shivers of pleasure he drew from the kings touch, the all out love that quivered between the two, was truly that. Was truly love. He fell into Aragorn's arms, and wept.
And now the creatures around joined in the shown of grief and affection. But Aragorn heard them not.
For even the voices of the most beautiful bird, were not enough, to match the one,
Of a falling angel.
But now, it was his turn to grieve, for his star, his angel his being of peace was leaving. Legolas was traveling to the undying lands. Aragorn stood, his arms draped gently around the young elf's shoulders. "Why must you leave? We have just been brought together again, and you leave again. Why?" he asked softly. Legolas jerked back, away from the embrace, he dropped his hands to his sides and looked Aragorn squarely in the eye. "What is left for me here," he asked. "I will stay, if only you tell me what, is left for me!" Aragorn was taken aback by the sudden outburst from his lover, had he not know, did Legolas still see them as a just now, not later? Was he still so oblivious to the cry of love and passion in the young king's heart? A tear slid softly down the elf's cheek, and Aragorn saw the pain and longing in the immortal's eyes. "Tell me now, or all hell be unleashed into the un waking salvage of heaven, WHAT IS LEFT FOR ME!" tears now streaked openly down the distraught elf's face, he wept openly, the sound not unlike the sound of water trickling down a fall, subtle, and beautifull. The glory of God in it's own. The sounds of nature now brought forth their own cries of anguish and fear. Of pain and sorrow, for the sound of the elf's sorrow was enough to leave anything in it's path feel ashamed of it's own wants and need, for now before them was a creature that was as that of an angel in their path, who's pain equaled that of the gods when a war or doom is lost to heaven's kind.
Legolas shortly stowed his tears and looked at Aragorn his face still holding pain, but now they also held blame, blame for the sorrow, that the king had caused him. " Go on then," he said shortly to the king. " Tell me, what is left for me? What in this god and hell forsaken place is left for me!?" he said, his tears slowly coming back. Aragorn had kept his eyes to the ground during this time, but now, he looked up. His eyes met those of Legolas of the star of the heavens that was sent to him alone, and said three words that made the world end and start again. He looked at the young elf, and he said, " I'm still here."
The elf looked to his lover, and finally understood. The passion that had been there for so long, the shivers of pleasure he drew from the kings touch, the all out love that quivered between the two, was truly that. Was truly love. He fell into Aragorn's arms, and wept.
And now the creatures around joined in the shown of grief and affection. But Aragorn heard them not.
For even the voices of the most beautiful bird, were not enough, to match the one,
Of a falling angel.