Through Darkness and Despair
Chapter 7: A Time of Woe
"No, Boromir!" Aragorn had to forcefully hold back his mortal companion from reaching Gandalf the Grey, now fallen into the deep abyss of Khazad Dûm.
The hobbits were also trying to save Gandalf, although it was too late, but Gimli, still in shock himself, held them back.
"We must obey his last command!" Aragorn said fiercely.
They flew. With arrows from orc archers raining down their backs, they flew, and didn't slow down until the bright light of the open world opened their senses. And even then, they didn't stop until they got to an ice-covered hill, and there, they finally mourned for the loss of their friend, their guide, and their companion.
It was daylight out right now, but Boromir could sense that night would fall in a matter of a few hours. The sounds of the hobbit's weeping threatened to tear him apart, but even worse was the look on Legolas' face. The fair elvish face was filled with darkness, despair, languish, and a terrible pain, deep spiritual pain that no one could heal... except Aragorn. Boromir had flared up at the very thought. He had seen the way these two looked at each other. Did they not think that the others would not notice? How he yearned to be the one to comfort the elf prince, to stroke his silky blond hair, touch his flawless face, and whisper in his ear that it would be ok.
But instead, it would be Aragorn, he thought bitterly. Rising above his grief for Gandalf was his jealousy of Aragorn. But the sobs of the hobbits softened his anger, and he walked over to Merry and Pippin to give them the little comfort they had in this harsh, unfair world.
"Legolas! Rouse them!" Aragorn said, though not unkindly.
Legolas reluctantly nodded, and started edging towards Sam and Frodo.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!!" Boromir literally shouted at the heir of Gondor. He surprised even himself by this remark that he said half out of real concern for the halflings, and half out of intense jealous for Aragorn.
Aragorn's face suddenly hardened, and looked at Boromir.
"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with orcs. Do you want to be here while it happens, or not?" he asked.
Boromir felt ashamed. Of course, he thought. He should have known that the orcs would not let go of fresh meat so easily.
As soon as all the hobbits were roused, they left their desolate resting place. Soon, they saw a vast expanse of forest stretched out before them, and continued into the Golden Wood known as Lothlorien.
* * * * * *
As the remaining members of the company entered Lothlorien,, they were finally granted an oppurtunity to rest. They knew that the power of the elves was in the forest, and that the orcs would fear to come into the forest. It was turning dark, and soon the inky sky shone with millions of twinkling stars.
As icy as he seemed outside, on the inside, Legolas felt as though he had an empty spot in his heart where Gandalf had been. The guide was always there for him, and Legolas seemed to have known the wizard from as early as his childhood in Mirkwood. He was sitting in front of a small fire, aimlessly staring at the soul of the fire, tinking about Gandalf, when leaves rustled nehind him. He knew it was Aragorn before he eben turned around. He sat down, and suddenly Legolas just couldn't hold it back anymore. He wept in his hands, thinking about how losing Gandalf had been almst as bad as if he lost Aragorn, his one true love. A sver tear touched his hand, and Legolas marveled. He couldn't even remember the last time he had wept. But now, he was just letting it go, all the sadness, pain, darkness and despair in the world was going into his tears.
* * * * * *
"Legolas..." Aragorn's husky voice said. It sounded odd, strangely choked.
When Legolas' sobbing did not cease, Aragorn took the slender elf in his arms, and let him get rid of all his sorrows, Aragorn felf the elvish tears on his shirt, as a droplet of sadness slide down his own cheek.
Aragorn held Legolas, absently storking his hair, and whispering words of love in his ear for nearly half an hour. Finally, the elf lifted his tear streakened face up.
"Feeling better? "Aragorn asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Legolas nodded. Aragorn thought he looked so vulnerable and frail (although he was not) at the moment, and gently kissed him on the lips. Fire and passion coursed through them. Tingles ran down his spine and he let his tongue explore the other creature's soft mouth, and the effect was dizzying. He was melting in the elf's arms... When they finally broke apart, Aragorn whispered, "It will be ok."
Legolas just nodded, although he could still see unshed tears in the man's eyes, and leaned his head slowly against Aragorn's strong chest.
Aragorn would momentarily touch Legolas' face and hair, stroking him lovingly, until all the stars of the heavens revealed themselves to the world, and they both fell into a deep slumber.
As the new day dawned, the elf stirred in Aragorn's arms.
"Wake up, love." He said.
Aragorn's eyes flittered open, and glanced down. He smiled, and Legolas smiled a bright, heart wrenching smile back that made his heart ache with happiness, and gave him hope. The smile was so pure and uncorrupt he would remember it forever.
* * * * * *
Boromir woke anxiously as the red hot sun made it's path up into the sky. He got up off the hard dirt floor, and roused the hobbits, and Gimli. Boromir felt a knot in his stomach as he remembered that Gandalf wasn't there anymore. But where was Legolas? A different type of pain welled up in his chest as he realized Aragorn the ranger wasn't at the campsite either.
"I'll be back." He uttered unconsciously to the rest of the group.
The man made his way though the trees surrounding their camp, and stumbled upon a small clearing. He nearly choked as he watched the beautiful elf kissing the dark ranger. He shut his eyes firmly, as his heart shattered into a million pieces. He nearly ran back to the rest of the fellowship, making a fair amount of noise as he crashed into the campsite.
"What's wrong Boromir?" Pippin asked worriedly.
"Nothing, nothing. Everything is fine." He choked out, even as he wiped tears from his eyes.
"Oh, ok!!" Pippin replied cheerfully, not bothering to notice that tears were streaming don Boromir's face. He hummed a joyful tune as he got back to eating his breakfast.
A twig snapped behind him, and Boromir whirled around, drawing his sword. It was Aragorn and Legolas... holding hands.
"What's wrong, Boromir?" Legolas asked softly.
"Nothing!!!!!" he shouted back.
Legolas was taken aback. His eyes hardened into aquamarine gems, and then looked away.
Aragorn studied the gaze Boromir gave Legolas, and suddenly, his soft grey eyes were filled with understanding . He softly sighed, and knew he would have to deal with Boromir's infliction with Legolas sooner or later. He gave one last glance at the two, and then the son of Arathorn dropped his gaze. He then turned his attention to the rest of the group, now curiously watching the threesome.
"Today, we will be moving deeper into the Golden Wood. We will then come out of this wood in about seven suns." Aragorn spoke.
They all nodded firmly, picked up their packs, and got ready to depart.
A/N: Sorry I had to make Legolas so girly in this chapter!! I wanted to make him sensitive!! Hehe. And also, I didn't mean to insult Pippin by saying he's dumb, it's just that I wanted to add some comedy in the chapter. Hope you like the story so far, and to my reviewers, I luv ya!!!
P.S. I already have a new story in mind, but you decide, should I write more? R/R
~Lady Greenleaf
Chapter 7: A Time of Woe
"No, Boromir!" Aragorn had to forcefully hold back his mortal companion from reaching Gandalf the Grey, now fallen into the deep abyss of Khazad Dûm.
The hobbits were also trying to save Gandalf, although it was too late, but Gimli, still in shock himself, held them back.
"We must obey his last command!" Aragorn said fiercely.
They flew. With arrows from orc archers raining down their backs, they flew, and didn't slow down until the bright light of the open world opened their senses. And even then, they didn't stop until they got to an ice-covered hill, and there, they finally mourned for the loss of their friend, their guide, and their companion.
It was daylight out right now, but Boromir could sense that night would fall in a matter of a few hours. The sounds of the hobbit's weeping threatened to tear him apart, but even worse was the look on Legolas' face. The fair elvish face was filled with darkness, despair, languish, and a terrible pain, deep spiritual pain that no one could heal... except Aragorn. Boromir had flared up at the very thought. He had seen the way these two looked at each other. Did they not think that the others would not notice? How he yearned to be the one to comfort the elf prince, to stroke his silky blond hair, touch his flawless face, and whisper in his ear that it would be ok.
But instead, it would be Aragorn, he thought bitterly. Rising above his grief for Gandalf was his jealousy of Aragorn. But the sobs of the hobbits softened his anger, and he walked over to Merry and Pippin to give them the little comfort they had in this harsh, unfair world.
"Legolas! Rouse them!" Aragorn said, though not unkindly.
Legolas reluctantly nodded, and started edging towards Sam and Frodo.
"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!!" Boromir literally shouted at the heir of Gondor. He surprised even himself by this remark that he said half out of real concern for the halflings, and half out of intense jealous for Aragorn.
Aragorn's face suddenly hardened, and looked at Boromir.
"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with orcs. Do you want to be here while it happens, or not?" he asked.
Boromir felt ashamed. Of course, he thought. He should have known that the orcs would not let go of fresh meat so easily.
As soon as all the hobbits were roused, they left their desolate resting place. Soon, they saw a vast expanse of forest stretched out before them, and continued into the Golden Wood known as Lothlorien.
* * * * * *
As the remaining members of the company entered Lothlorien,, they were finally granted an oppurtunity to rest. They knew that the power of the elves was in the forest, and that the orcs would fear to come into the forest. It was turning dark, and soon the inky sky shone with millions of twinkling stars.
As icy as he seemed outside, on the inside, Legolas felt as though he had an empty spot in his heart where Gandalf had been. The guide was always there for him, and Legolas seemed to have known the wizard from as early as his childhood in Mirkwood. He was sitting in front of a small fire, aimlessly staring at the soul of the fire, tinking about Gandalf, when leaves rustled nehind him. He knew it was Aragorn before he eben turned around. He sat down, and suddenly Legolas just couldn't hold it back anymore. He wept in his hands, thinking about how losing Gandalf had been almst as bad as if he lost Aragorn, his one true love. A sver tear touched his hand, and Legolas marveled. He couldn't even remember the last time he had wept. But now, he was just letting it go, all the sadness, pain, darkness and despair in the world was going into his tears.
* * * * * *
"Legolas..." Aragorn's husky voice said. It sounded odd, strangely choked.
When Legolas' sobbing did not cease, Aragorn took the slender elf in his arms, and let him get rid of all his sorrows, Aragorn felf the elvish tears on his shirt, as a droplet of sadness slide down his own cheek.
Aragorn held Legolas, absently storking his hair, and whispering words of love in his ear for nearly half an hour. Finally, the elf lifted his tear streakened face up.
"Feeling better? "Aragorn asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Legolas nodded. Aragorn thought he looked so vulnerable and frail (although he was not) at the moment, and gently kissed him on the lips. Fire and passion coursed through them. Tingles ran down his spine and he let his tongue explore the other creature's soft mouth, and the effect was dizzying. He was melting in the elf's arms... When they finally broke apart, Aragorn whispered, "It will be ok."
Legolas just nodded, although he could still see unshed tears in the man's eyes, and leaned his head slowly against Aragorn's strong chest.
Aragorn would momentarily touch Legolas' face and hair, stroking him lovingly, until all the stars of the heavens revealed themselves to the world, and they both fell into a deep slumber.
As the new day dawned, the elf stirred in Aragorn's arms.
"Wake up, love." He said.
Aragorn's eyes flittered open, and glanced down. He smiled, and Legolas smiled a bright, heart wrenching smile back that made his heart ache with happiness, and gave him hope. The smile was so pure and uncorrupt he would remember it forever.
* * * * * *
Boromir woke anxiously as the red hot sun made it's path up into the sky. He got up off the hard dirt floor, and roused the hobbits, and Gimli. Boromir felt a knot in his stomach as he remembered that Gandalf wasn't there anymore. But where was Legolas? A different type of pain welled up in his chest as he realized Aragorn the ranger wasn't at the campsite either.
"I'll be back." He uttered unconsciously to the rest of the group.
The man made his way though the trees surrounding their camp, and stumbled upon a small clearing. He nearly choked as he watched the beautiful elf kissing the dark ranger. He shut his eyes firmly, as his heart shattered into a million pieces. He nearly ran back to the rest of the fellowship, making a fair amount of noise as he crashed into the campsite.
"What's wrong Boromir?" Pippin asked worriedly.
"Nothing, nothing. Everything is fine." He choked out, even as he wiped tears from his eyes.
"Oh, ok!!" Pippin replied cheerfully, not bothering to notice that tears were streaming don Boromir's face. He hummed a joyful tune as he got back to eating his breakfast.
A twig snapped behind him, and Boromir whirled around, drawing his sword. It was Aragorn and Legolas... holding hands.
"What's wrong, Boromir?" Legolas asked softly.
"Nothing!!!!!" he shouted back.
Legolas was taken aback. His eyes hardened into aquamarine gems, and then looked away.
Aragorn studied the gaze Boromir gave Legolas, and suddenly, his soft grey eyes were filled with understanding . He softly sighed, and knew he would have to deal with Boromir's infliction with Legolas sooner or later. He gave one last glance at the two, and then the son of Arathorn dropped his gaze. He then turned his attention to the rest of the group, now curiously watching the threesome.
"Today, we will be moving deeper into the Golden Wood. We will then come out of this wood in about seven suns." Aragorn spoke.
They all nodded firmly, picked up their packs, and got ready to depart.
A/N: Sorry I had to make Legolas so girly in this chapter!! I wanted to make him sensitive!! Hehe. And also, I didn't mean to insult Pippin by saying he's dumb, it's just that I wanted to add some comedy in the chapter. Hope you like the story so far, and to my reviewers, I luv ya!!!
P.S. I already have a new story in mind, but you decide, should I write more? R/R
~Lady Greenleaf