Disclainer: We do not own the characters, though the scene is ours.
Note: This is actually part from an RPG that we are doing on YahooGroups called 'Our Middle Earth', the Legolas parts were done by Gypsy, Aragorn was done by me... But we both liked this scene so I cut and pasted it together and decided to stick it up and share it. Umm... it's set in Rivendell during the time before the Fellowship set out. ^_~ Intersted in the RPG, go here and take a peek there are probably some characters still around if you want to join or make your own: http://www.yahoogroups.com/groups/ourmiddleearth/
'Beautiful'
By: Jaya Korin (JayaKorin@viafamily.com) and Gypsy Winter (kejazofi@wolfenet.com)
"But I did not see the good in it," Legolas said. "I assumed the worst." Legolas reached out, running a hand through Aragorn's hair, resting it on his face. "Thank you Aragorn."
Aragorn shook his head ever so slightly in denial of the statement. "Do not thank me... I did nothing." He whispered quietly leaning into the touch despite himself. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through Legolas's hair in return and the thought that flashed through his mind made him want to cry. As much at the total abserdity of it as at the selfishness of that thought..
A slightly pained look came into Legolas' eyes. He could not meet Aragorn's gaze as he spoke.
"That is not true, and you know it. You know his intentions...had you not come..." he let the thought trail, hand dropping from his lover's face.
~He got to mess up your hair... I wanted to be the one to tagle my hands in the gold and silver softness. To press my lips to yours and crush you against my body. I wanted to be the one to mess up your hair.~ The picture of Henduil with his body drapped over Legolas's flashed through his mind emediately following the thought.
Legolas closed his eyes and a few tears slipped from them, hot, shameful tears. The elf wiped at them angrily.
Aragorn could not help the feelings that wheled up inside him then, he didn't want to. Kneeling on the bed, he wrapped his arms around Legolas pulling him close against his body. Reaching up with ever gentle fingers to brush the tears from his cheeks, feel his own eyes no longer dry.
Legolas struggled against him at first, not wanting to cry, to give in--to feel weaker than he already did. But the struggling was useless, given that it was half hearted and he was still very far from being himself. Finally he just buried his face in Aragorn's neck, letting his lover hold him--his lithe body trembled slightly, but no sound came from the elf.
Gently Aragorn loosened his hold on the elf, though he did not let him go. It felt perfect to hold the other to him, to feel Legolas's head on his shoulder. Kneeling there on the bed Aragorn simply held him, letting the tears slide down his own cheeks. One hand coming up to mess with the insesent silver braids while the other rested lightly against Legolas's back. He didn't want to let him go, not after the evenings events had shaken him more then he cared to say, Aragorn knew it had to be worse for his love.
Legolas pulled away at length, wiping at his eyes. He lay down, feeling tired, though not for more sleep.
"How you must think of me now," he said softly.
"Beautiful..." Aragorn whispered as he looked down at Legolas, as he reached up to wipe the tears from his own cheeks.
Note: This is actually part from an RPG that we are doing on YahooGroups called 'Our Middle Earth', the Legolas parts were done by Gypsy, Aragorn was done by me... But we both liked this scene so I cut and pasted it together and decided to stick it up and share it. Umm... it's set in Rivendell during the time before the Fellowship set out. ^_~ Intersted in the RPG, go here and take a peek there are probably some characters still around if you want to join or make your own: http://www.yahoogroups.com/groups/ourmiddleearth/
'Beautiful'
By: Jaya Korin (JayaKorin@viafamily.com) and Gypsy Winter (kejazofi@wolfenet.com)
"But I did not see the good in it," Legolas said. "I assumed the worst." Legolas reached out, running a hand through Aragorn's hair, resting it on his face. "Thank you Aragorn."
Aragorn shook his head ever so slightly in denial of the statement. "Do not thank me... I did nothing." He whispered quietly leaning into the touch despite himself. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through Legolas's hair in return and the thought that flashed through his mind made him want to cry. As much at the total abserdity of it as at the selfishness of that thought..
A slightly pained look came into Legolas' eyes. He could not meet Aragorn's gaze as he spoke.
"That is not true, and you know it. You know his intentions...had you not come..." he let the thought trail, hand dropping from his lover's face.
~He got to mess up your hair... I wanted to be the one to tagle my hands in the gold and silver softness. To press my lips to yours and crush you against my body. I wanted to be the one to mess up your hair.~ The picture of Henduil with his body drapped over Legolas's flashed through his mind emediately following the thought.
Legolas closed his eyes and a few tears slipped from them, hot, shameful tears. The elf wiped at them angrily.
Aragorn could not help the feelings that wheled up inside him then, he didn't want to. Kneeling on the bed, he wrapped his arms around Legolas pulling him close against his body. Reaching up with ever gentle fingers to brush the tears from his cheeks, feel his own eyes no longer dry.
Legolas struggled against him at first, not wanting to cry, to give in--to feel weaker than he already did. But the struggling was useless, given that it was half hearted and he was still very far from being himself. Finally he just buried his face in Aragorn's neck, letting his lover hold him--his lithe body trembled slightly, but no sound came from the elf.
Gently Aragorn loosened his hold on the elf, though he did not let him go. It felt perfect to hold the other to him, to feel Legolas's head on his shoulder. Kneeling there on the bed Aragorn simply held him, letting the tears slide down his own cheeks. One hand coming up to mess with the insesent silver braids while the other rested lightly against Legolas's back. He didn't want to let him go, not after the evenings events had shaken him more then he cared to say, Aragorn knew it had to be worse for his love.
Legolas pulled away at length, wiping at his eyes. He lay down, feeling tired, though not for more sleep.
"How you must think of me now," he said softly.
"Beautiful..." Aragorn whispered as he looked down at Legolas, as he reached up to wipe the tears from his own cheeks.