Does the sun never shine here? Or even the moon?
The darkness is as much a burden as a comfort. In the darkness, we cannot see the evil that lurks behind every tree. We cannot see our nightmares come to life, and we have only the company of each other and the flickering firelight that is our one warmth and source of interest.
In the darkness, we cannot see each other.
He's so beautiful. I can feel the heat from his body, even now. I can feel his eyes burning into me even when I turn away. I pray that it is not the same for him. I cannot help but look at him, all the time. I have never seen anything more precious, more beautiful. I have never wanted anything more than I want him. Thoughts of my beloved Arwen whom I have left behind mingle with thoughts of my beloved Legolas, so near and yet so far.
But he is not mine.
''Aragorn..''
He speaks to me, and my heart feels melted with a strange fire.
''Yes, Elf?'' I do not turn my gaze from the fire. I dare not. My eyes betray too much.
''Aragorn, I am afraid.''
''We are all afraid, Elf. Go to sleep, as Gimli has done. Fear nothing; I am on constant guard for you."
For you. Always for you.
''Sleep will not come to me.'' he says, in his soft voice. "It has not, not since they took Merry and Pippin. In truth, I have scarcely slept since we left Rivendell. I fear every waking moment too greatly to risk my own dreaming.''
I look at him, just for a moment. His eyes shine with tears that he will not let fall. And when he turns to look in my eyes, I struggle for control. How can such an angelic creature be beside me? I wonder. The Elven race is a fair one, but I swear I never saw beauty such as is displayed through him.
''Legolas...please...'' In his eyes I see an almost afraid understanding, an empathy. He knows my thoughts, I realise. They say the elves have great powers and I'll be damned if he does not know exactly what I am thinking right now. Oh, Legolas, read my mind. Read my mind and understand. Just let me love you...
I cannot hold back now. It has gone too far, and before I can stop myself, I am kissing him...just once, a gentle, pleading kiss, and I am praying that he does not hate me for it.
''Aragorn.'' he chokes out, a tear running a glistening river down his cheek. I hold him, my beautiful Elf, my prince, and whisper that I love him. That I have loved him since the first time I set eyes on him, that I have waited for this moment for so long. He says nothing.
All night, he says nothing.
And by the dawn he is no longer in my arms, but dressed again in his green and brown, standing on a rock staring at the sun rise over the mountains. I can still taste and feel him, every moment of the previous night still running through my mind, and I long for him all over again.
And perhaps he feels the same.
And perhaps that is why each night, he lets me do this. Lets me take him.
Sleep now, my prince. You are safe in my arms.
The darkness is as much a burden as a comfort. In the darkness, we cannot see the evil that lurks behind every tree. We cannot see our nightmares come to life, and we have only the company of each other and the flickering firelight that is our one warmth and source of interest.
In the darkness, we cannot see each other.
He's so beautiful. I can feel the heat from his body, even now. I can feel his eyes burning into me even when I turn away. I pray that it is not the same for him. I cannot help but look at him, all the time. I have never seen anything more precious, more beautiful. I have never wanted anything more than I want him. Thoughts of my beloved Arwen whom I have left behind mingle with thoughts of my beloved Legolas, so near and yet so far.
But he is not mine.
''Aragorn..''
He speaks to me, and my heart feels melted with a strange fire.
''Yes, Elf?'' I do not turn my gaze from the fire. I dare not. My eyes betray too much.
''Aragorn, I am afraid.''
''We are all afraid, Elf. Go to sleep, as Gimli has done. Fear nothing; I am on constant guard for you."
For you. Always for you.
''Sleep will not come to me.'' he says, in his soft voice. "It has not, not since they took Merry and Pippin. In truth, I have scarcely slept since we left Rivendell. I fear every waking moment too greatly to risk my own dreaming.''
I look at him, just for a moment. His eyes shine with tears that he will not let fall. And when he turns to look in my eyes, I struggle for control. How can such an angelic creature be beside me? I wonder. The Elven race is a fair one, but I swear I never saw beauty such as is displayed through him.
''Legolas...please...'' In his eyes I see an almost afraid understanding, an empathy. He knows my thoughts, I realise. They say the elves have great powers and I'll be damned if he does not know exactly what I am thinking right now. Oh, Legolas, read my mind. Read my mind and understand. Just let me love you...
I cannot hold back now. It has gone too far, and before I can stop myself, I am kissing him...just once, a gentle, pleading kiss, and I am praying that he does not hate me for it.
''Aragorn.'' he chokes out, a tear running a glistening river down his cheek. I hold him, my beautiful Elf, my prince, and whisper that I love him. That I have loved him since the first time I set eyes on him, that I have waited for this moment for so long. He says nothing.
All night, he says nothing.
And by the dawn he is no longer in my arms, but dressed again in his green and brown, standing on a rock staring at the sun rise over the mountains. I can still taste and feel him, every moment of the previous night still running through my mind, and I long for him all over again.
And perhaps he feels the same.
And perhaps that is why each night, he lets me do this. Lets me take him.
Sleep now, my prince. You are safe in my arms.
