Note: Ok, I changed the story. *sweatdrops* Aragorn is Elrond's foster son
in the story now, and I fixed the sword thing in Part 2. You decide if you
like it better and tell me in the reviews. Ok, these characters don't
belong to me. This story may not be all fact. Shounen ai between A/L.
Elvish language has ' ' instead of " ". Tunic = kind of dress robe. This is
different from the next chapter in the original Strangers series. No minor
lemon scenes here, yet.
Strangers Alternate,
Part 3
A.J. Matthews
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and saw he was inside of a white room. His back felt a lot better, and his fever was gone. He still felt a little weak, but better than he had in days. He had been dressed in a white tunic, appropriate for those who were ill.
Aragorn was resting in a bed beside his. Legolas quietly walked over to Aragorn and peered down at him. 'Aragorn?' he whispered softly.
Aragorn's dark eyes opened. He looked at Legolas.
"Why didn't you tell me who you really were? And who are you, really?" Legolas looked at Aragorn.
"I'm sorry, Legolas. I should have told you." Aragorn sat up and looked at Legolas squarely. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I am the heir of Isildur."
"You mean you are his descendant and heir to the throne?" Legolas was shocked. "Is that how you know Lord Elrond?"
"Lord Elrond took me in when my own father died. He has been as a father to me ever since. He knows who I am, Legolas." Aragorn sighed softly. "When people find out who I am, they became distant from me. I didn't want that to happen again."
"Why did you say your name was Strider?" Legolas was still confused.
"That is how I am known in the Village of Bree. I am, in truth, a Ranger from the North. So what I told you was true," Aragorn said quietly.
A tap at the door made them turn.
Elrond walked in, as graceful as ever. His long dark hair had braids woven in it, much like Legolas's hair.
'I came to see if you were feeling better, Aragorn and Legolas."
'Much better, thank you,' Legolas replied. 'I should head home soon. My father will worry.'
'Not for another day at least, Legolas,' Elrond said firmly. 'You and Aragorn both were bed-ridden for two days after we arrived. This is only the first day you can stand on your own.'
Legolas started to protest.
Aragorn looked at him. 'You should know better than to argue with my foster father, Legolas.' Amusement glinted in his dark eyes.'
'Will you at least send word to my father that I am here?' Legolas requested.
'It shall be done.' He looked at Aragorn. 'I have some free time, if you would like to tell me what was so urgent that you had to rush off again.' He turned and walked to the door.
'Get some rest, Legolas,' Aragorn urged, as he stood and followed Elrond out of the room.
He took long steps to match Elrond's pace.
'What is troubling you so, Aragorn,' Elrond asked quietly as he turned to look at the youngster.
'I've been hearing disturbing rumors. Goblins and wolves are on the move again, attacking wanderers; a strange shadow lurks in Mordor speaking riddles; and Gandalf is greatly concerned. He fears the dark powers are starting to rise again.' Aragorn looked at Elrond gravely.
'That is disturbing.' No emotion showed yet on Elrond's face. 'Gandalf is here, Aragorn; I can tell you that. He has mentioned that dark things are happening and that he does not know the answer why.'
'Why were those creatures after Legolas?' Aragorn asked, concerned. 'They offered to let me live if I handed him over.'
'Probably to ask him if he knew where one of the Three are, Aragorn,' Elrond said finally.
Aragorn gasped. 'Why would Legolas know?' he asked furiously, his voice a low whisper.
'Another rumor says that one of Legolas's ancestors received a Ring of Power. I do not know if the rumor is true and neither does Legolas.' Elrond's eyes met Aragorn's. 'I am correct, if I assume that you will escort Legolas home to Mirkwood in a few days?'
Aragorn nodded.
'You love him, don't you?' Elrond quietly asked.
Aragorn thought hard. 'I think I do, Lord Elrond.'
'Legolas is very fond of you as well, Aragorn.' Elrond looked at him. 'There are few men to be trusted, Aragorn. And you are trusted.'
Elrond led Aragorn down to a small chamber, with a painting on the wall. Next to it lay a small alter with a broken sword.
'The sword of Elendil, which his son, Isildur, used to cut the One Ring off of Sauron's hand,' Aragorn whispered. 'Why have you brought me here again?'
'Indeed.' Elrond looked closely at Aragorn. 'It is my hope to one day see the sword re-forged for a new king of men.'
'I do not know if I am worthy, Lord Elrond,' he told the Elven Lord silently.
'Gandalf believes that you will one day be a worthy king, Aragorn,' Elrond responded. 'I think it might be possible.'
Aragorn nodded slowly. Then he turned his gaze onto Elrond.
'What of Legolas, then?' he murmured. 'A king must have heirs.'
'You could adopt a nephew or cousin as heir, Aragorn, if it comes to that.'
Elrond led him back to the room where Legolas sat waiting on Aragorn's bed. He talked with Gandalf.
'I will leave you to the wizard and Legolas, Aragorn. You have time to reflect on what we have spoken about.'
Elrond walked away silently. Aragorn looked after him silently, before taking a deep breath and entering the room.
"Aragorn!" Gandalf cried. He stood and embraced the younger boy.
"It's good to see you, Gandalf." Aragorn smiled. "How have you been the past six months?"
"Fine, fine. Gathering more rumors than I know what to do with, my boy."
They sat down on the bed next to Legolas, whose gaze was fixated on Aragorn. Aragorn reached out and took Legolas's hand. They smiled at each other, before turning to speak with Gandalf.
'Most of what I have heard, Aragorn, is the same. An evil shadow in Mordor, whispers of an unnamed foe, and orcs moving about again,' Gandalf said in the Elvish tongue, not wishing to leave Legolas out of the conversation.
Aragorn nodded. 'I have heard it in the North as well, Gandalf. I have told what I heard to Lord Elrond. He has been hearing disturbing rumors, like the rest of us.'
Legolas listened silently, as they spoke of Mordor and other dark things.
Aragorn glanced at Legolas. "Sorry, Gandalf, but the horse you lent me is dead."
Gandalf raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How did that happen?"
"When we rode with Lord Elrond, we were ambushed. I'm sorry to say the horse threw us and got hit by arrows."
'Not much to be done then, Aragorn. I'm sorry to hear about your horse throwing you,' Gandalf said with a straight face.
Legolas looked between the two, and started to laugh.
Aragorn began to laugh as well.
Gandalf joined in.
The noise was so great that Elrond poked his head in.
'What are you doing?' he asked, seeing the three of them laughing.
'Aragorn just told me about that horse that threw them to the ground,' Gandalf explained. 'It is actually a very interesting story, Lord Elrond. You see, that particular horse had a habit of throwing people. It threw me once or twice, if I'm not mistaken.'
Elrond blinked in confusion and shook his head. 'Please keep the noise down,' he requested.
They nodded and Elrond left again.
Legolas looked at Gandalf. 'Aragorn's horse threw you?' He looked surprised.
'Well, Legolas, it was Aragorn's birthday present. I couldn't curse it.'
Aragorn looked at Legolas, yawning deeply.
'Sorry,' Aragorn said. 'Continue, Gandalf.'
'Later, Aragorn,' Gandalf said gently. 'I will be here tomorrow, and so will you. You need your rest, both of you.' His sharp eyes had seen Legolas yawning as well. He stood. 'I shall take my leave for a while, and return tomorrow.' With that, he stood, and as he walked out, he closed the door.
Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other.
'I suppose we'd better get some sleep, Legolas,' Aragon said.
Legolas nodded and yawned.
Aragorn stretched out in his bed and looked at his friend. 'Good night,' he said casually, as he pulled the covers around him. 'Hope you have pleasant dreams.'
Legolas blushed. 'Good night, Aragorn.' He stood and walked over to his bed. He climbed in and burrowed under the blankets.
Both fell asleep, dreaming of the other.
To be concluded
Strangers Alternate,
Part 3
A.J. Matthews
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and saw he was inside of a white room. His back felt a lot better, and his fever was gone. He still felt a little weak, but better than he had in days. He had been dressed in a white tunic, appropriate for those who were ill.
Aragorn was resting in a bed beside his. Legolas quietly walked over to Aragorn and peered down at him. 'Aragorn?' he whispered softly.
Aragorn's dark eyes opened. He looked at Legolas.
"Why didn't you tell me who you really were? And who are you, really?" Legolas looked at Aragorn.
"I'm sorry, Legolas. I should have told you." Aragorn sat up and looked at Legolas squarely. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I am the heir of Isildur."
"You mean you are his descendant and heir to the throne?" Legolas was shocked. "Is that how you know Lord Elrond?"
"Lord Elrond took me in when my own father died. He has been as a father to me ever since. He knows who I am, Legolas." Aragorn sighed softly. "When people find out who I am, they became distant from me. I didn't want that to happen again."
"Why did you say your name was Strider?" Legolas was still confused.
"That is how I am known in the Village of Bree. I am, in truth, a Ranger from the North. So what I told you was true," Aragorn said quietly.
A tap at the door made them turn.
Elrond walked in, as graceful as ever. His long dark hair had braids woven in it, much like Legolas's hair.
'I came to see if you were feeling better, Aragorn and Legolas."
'Much better, thank you,' Legolas replied. 'I should head home soon. My father will worry.'
'Not for another day at least, Legolas,' Elrond said firmly. 'You and Aragorn both were bed-ridden for two days after we arrived. This is only the first day you can stand on your own.'
Legolas started to protest.
Aragorn looked at him. 'You should know better than to argue with my foster father, Legolas.' Amusement glinted in his dark eyes.'
'Will you at least send word to my father that I am here?' Legolas requested.
'It shall be done.' He looked at Aragorn. 'I have some free time, if you would like to tell me what was so urgent that you had to rush off again.' He turned and walked to the door.
'Get some rest, Legolas,' Aragorn urged, as he stood and followed Elrond out of the room.
He took long steps to match Elrond's pace.
'What is troubling you so, Aragorn,' Elrond asked quietly as he turned to look at the youngster.
'I've been hearing disturbing rumors. Goblins and wolves are on the move again, attacking wanderers; a strange shadow lurks in Mordor speaking riddles; and Gandalf is greatly concerned. He fears the dark powers are starting to rise again.' Aragorn looked at Elrond gravely.
'That is disturbing.' No emotion showed yet on Elrond's face. 'Gandalf is here, Aragorn; I can tell you that. He has mentioned that dark things are happening and that he does not know the answer why.'
'Why were those creatures after Legolas?' Aragorn asked, concerned. 'They offered to let me live if I handed him over.'
'Probably to ask him if he knew where one of the Three are, Aragorn,' Elrond said finally.
Aragorn gasped. 'Why would Legolas know?' he asked furiously, his voice a low whisper.
'Another rumor says that one of Legolas's ancestors received a Ring of Power. I do not know if the rumor is true and neither does Legolas.' Elrond's eyes met Aragorn's. 'I am correct, if I assume that you will escort Legolas home to Mirkwood in a few days?'
Aragorn nodded.
'You love him, don't you?' Elrond quietly asked.
Aragorn thought hard. 'I think I do, Lord Elrond.'
'Legolas is very fond of you as well, Aragorn.' Elrond looked at him. 'There are few men to be trusted, Aragorn. And you are trusted.'
Elrond led Aragorn down to a small chamber, with a painting on the wall. Next to it lay a small alter with a broken sword.
'The sword of Elendil, which his son, Isildur, used to cut the One Ring off of Sauron's hand,' Aragorn whispered. 'Why have you brought me here again?'
'Indeed.' Elrond looked closely at Aragorn. 'It is my hope to one day see the sword re-forged for a new king of men.'
'I do not know if I am worthy, Lord Elrond,' he told the Elven Lord silently.
'Gandalf believes that you will one day be a worthy king, Aragorn,' Elrond responded. 'I think it might be possible.'
Aragorn nodded slowly. Then he turned his gaze onto Elrond.
'What of Legolas, then?' he murmured. 'A king must have heirs.'
'You could adopt a nephew or cousin as heir, Aragorn, if it comes to that.'
Elrond led him back to the room where Legolas sat waiting on Aragorn's bed. He talked with Gandalf.
'I will leave you to the wizard and Legolas, Aragorn. You have time to reflect on what we have spoken about.'
Elrond walked away silently. Aragorn looked after him silently, before taking a deep breath and entering the room.
"Aragorn!" Gandalf cried. He stood and embraced the younger boy.
"It's good to see you, Gandalf." Aragorn smiled. "How have you been the past six months?"
"Fine, fine. Gathering more rumors than I know what to do with, my boy."
They sat down on the bed next to Legolas, whose gaze was fixated on Aragorn. Aragorn reached out and took Legolas's hand. They smiled at each other, before turning to speak with Gandalf.
'Most of what I have heard, Aragorn, is the same. An evil shadow in Mordor, whispers of an unnamed foe, and orcs moving about again,' Gandalf said in the Elvish tongue, not wishing to leave Legolas out of the conversation.
Aragorn nodded. 'I have heard it in the North as well, Gandalf. I have told what I heard to Lord Elrond. He has been hearing disturbing rumors, like the rest of us.'
Legolas listened silently, as they spoke of Mordor and other dark things.
Aragorn glanced at Legolas. "Sorry, Gandalf, but the horse you lent me is dead."
Gandalf raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How did that happen?"
"When we rode with Lord Elrond, we were ambushed. I'm sorry to say the horse threw us and got hit by arrows."
'Not much to be done then, Aragorn. I'm sorry to hear about your horse throwing you,' Gandalf said with a straight face.
Legolas looked between the two, and started to laugh.
Aragorn began to laugh as well.
Gandalf joined in.
The noise was so great that Elrond poked his head in.
'What are you doing?' he asked, seeing the three of them laughing.
'Aragorn just told me about that horse that threw them to the ground,' Gandalf explained. 'It is actually a very interesting story, Lord Elrond. You see, that particular horse had a habit of throwing people. It threw me once or twice, if I'm not mistaken.'
Elrond blinked in confusion and shook his head. 'Please keep the noise down,' he requested.
They nodded and Elrond left again.
Legolas looked at Gandalf. 'Aragorn's horse threw you?' He looked surprised.
'Well, Legolas, it was Aragorn's birthday present. I couldn't curse it.'
Aragorn looked at Legolas, yawning deeply.
'Sorry,' Aragorn said. 'Continue, Gandalf.'
'Later, Aragorn,' Gandalf said gently. 'I will be here tomorrow, and so will you. You need your rest, both of you.' His sharp eyes had seen Legolas yawning as well. He stood. 'I shall take my leave for a while, and return tomorrow.' With that, he stood, and as he walked out, he closed the door.
Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other.
'I suppose we'd better get some sleep, Legolas,' Aragon said.
Legolas nodded and yawned.
Aragorn stretched out in his bed and looked at his friend. 'Good night,' he said casually, as he pulled the covers around him. 'Hope you have pleasant dreams.'
Legolas blushed. 'Good night, Aragorn.' He stood and walked over to his bed. He climbed in and burrowed under the blankets.
Both fell asleep, dreaming of the other.
To be concluded
