Note: None of these are my characters, except for the elf who greets them.
The Company is now entering Lothlorien- sorry for the time jump.
Aragorn/Legolas SLASH! Elvish speech is in ' '.
Trouble In Lothlorien
Part 8
The Fellowship had finally reached the borders of Lothlorien.
Legolas was glad to see trees again, and the others were amused to see how light his step became, for it was even more graceful than usual.
The elf's side was practically healed, for all intents, though he had fought Aragorn each time the human had tried to help him.
Aragorn was glad in his heart to see that Legolas was so happy.
The elf had taken to the trees and looked down at them all.
"Aren't the woods of Lothlorien truly splendid?" Legolas called down to them.
Gimli grumbled, "Maybe to an elf. For myself, I do not particularly like forests."
Boromir said nothing, keeping his eyes focused on the lithe and graceful elf.
Legolas leapt out of the tree he was in, and attempted to land on top of Aragorn and surprise him.
Aragorn chuckled softly as he caught the elf. "I think you miscalculated that last jump," he teased.
"Nope. This is exactly where I meant to land," Legolas said firmly, amusement sparkling in his green eyes. "But you can put me down now." A smile crossed his face.
"Why would I?" Mischief shone in Aragorn's eyes.
Discreet coughs told him why he should let the elf go.
"Really, elf, can't you do something besides flitting around," Gimli said, as he attempted to bait Legolas.
Legolas struggled to get out of Aragorn's arms. "Can't you do better than all that stomping? You ought to try to walk more gracefully," the elf retorted.
Aragorn held his lover firmly, as Legolas looked up at him, confused.
'Let me go, Estel,' Legolas murmured in Elvish. 'Eyes are upon us.'
'Tis nothing the Fellowship hasn't seen before,' Aragorn whispered, as he brought his lips closer to the elf's soft ones.
Legolas shot him a small frown. 'No, dear one. Other Elven eyes, I do believe.'
Aragorn relinquished his hold on Legolas reluctantly, and placed the beautiful elf on the ground.
"Other elves are here?" Frodo asked, having understood the conversation between Legolas and Aragorn.
Gimli snorted. "Nonsense. I haven't felt or seen anyone watching us."
Legolas stood, and shot a slightly irritated glance at Gimli. "Son of Gloin, if elves do not wish to be seen, they usually are not."
Gimli shot a glare at the elf, and then froze as numerous elves emerged from around the trees.
Everyone in the Fellowship drew their weapons.
Legolas stood in front of Frodo to protect him from harm. His bow and arrows were at the ready, for the elves that had shown themselves had their weapons pointed at them as well.
'Well spotted, fellow elf,' one of the elves said in Elvish, as he made his way forward and stood before them.
'Twas luck,' Legolas admitted. His mind had not been on the possible dangers in the forest, for he had been caught up in its beauty.
'Where are you heading, and who are you?' the other elf questioned.
'I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood. These-' and Legolas gestured to his companions, '-are my friends. We are on a quest to destroy the One Ring in Mordor, and we would welcome any assistance you could give us.'
Aragorn saw the way that the other elf was gazing at 'his' Legolas. He bristled silently, and strode forward, standing at Legolas's side.
'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and foster son to Lord Elrond of Rivendell,' he said neutrally.
Surprise shone in the eyes of the elf at his seemingly possessive nature of the Prince of Mirkwood.
'You are the heir of Isildur, are you not?'
When Aragorn nodded, the other elf looked a little annoyed, but hid it.
'Who are they?' the elf asked, gesturing to Gimli, Boromir, and the Hobbits.
Legolas translated what the other elf had said in Elvish to English, so that the dwarf, human, and their small friends understood it.
Frodo cleared his throat. 'I am Frodo Baggins, and I am the Ringbearer,' he said, stumbling slightly over the Elvish words. He was glad that he knew Elvish at this particular point in time.
"I am Gimli, son of Gloin," Gimli said, not liking this elf for some reason.
Merry piped up, "I am Merry."
"My name's Pippin," Pippin said, as he watched the strange elf, who was barely looking at them.
Sam sighed. "I'm Samwise Gamgee, but call me Sam for short."
'The Lady of the Light wishes to meet with all of you. My name is Rutan, and I will be your guide," Rutan said neutrally. He gestured to the archers that surrounded the travelers, and they all went off elsewhere.
The dark-haired elf took the lead, and the Fellowship silently began to follow him.
Legolas and Aragorn walked next to each other.
Boromir took up the rear, and Gimli walked with the Hobbits.
The two lovers whispered together softly, and only Rutan could hear what they said.
Annoyance flashed in his eyes. It was just his luck.
A beautiful elf had come to Lothlorien, and he was taken. Rutan decided that he would soon fix that. A special potion that he knew about would certainly come in handy.
Aragorn and Legolas held hands as they walked along, both aware of the strange looks that their new guide kept giving the two of them.
"It must be because he has not seen a human and an elf together before," Legolas murmured softly. "Though it is getting tiresome that he continues to stare at us so."
Aragorn had a frown written on his face, for Rutan was not staring at 'them'.
The raven-haired elf was looking directly at Legolas.
Aragorn decided to quickly dispel any thoughts that elf was having about his lover.
He suddenly took a hold of Legolas's shoulders and pulled the blonde elf towards him.
Legolas was surprised when Aragorn grabbed him and kissed him hard, in plain sight of everyone else. A faint murmur of protest died, as Legolas leaned into the kiss.
The Fellowship groaned, "Not again," in unison. They averted their gazes; that is, some did.
The Hobbits stared with open fascination. Gimli and Boromir realized that when they heard gasps. They couldn't resist looking again.
Legolas was standing on his tiptoes, and Aragorn had one arm around his waist. The other was cupped behind the elf's head, tilting him into another kiss.
Anger and jealousy burned inside of Rutan. He decided to make sure that Legolas and Aragorn had rooms on the opposite sides of Lothlorien.
The kiss finally broke, much to the disappointment of the two lovers. Their emotions shone in their eyes, as they gazed at one another.
Rutan managed to control his emotions as he spoke. 'I do not wish to be rude, but I would remind you that Lady Galadrial is awaiting your arrival.'
Aragorn looked directly at Rutan, a challenge written in his dark grey eyes. "Very well, we will proceed," Aragorn said. He saw the puzzlement on Legolas's face, as his lover looked at him. Inwardly, Aragorn sighed to himself. Legolas might be nearly three thousand years old, but the elf was certainly innocent of just how appealing he was.
The group began walking again.
Legolas saw the hint of anger in Rutan's eyes, as the elf looked at Aragorn first, and then himself. He didn't understand why they seemed to be in a competition.
Aragorn smiled at his lover, and smoothed back a golden lock of hair. He then gently caressed Legolas's soft face.
The blonde elf shrugged, smiled back, and took Aragorn's hand in his. It should be fairly obvious to Rutan of where his affections lay, Legolas thought to himself. Legolas would never want anyone but Aragorn, and he knew that Aragorn would never want anyone but him.
Dark eyes focused on the joined hands between the heir of Isildur and the beautiful Prince of Mirkwood. They were angry and vengeful.
To be continued
Trouble In Lothlorien
Part 8
The Fellowship had finally reached the borders of Lothlorien.
Legolas was glad to see trees again, and the others were amused to see how light his step became, for it was even more graceful than usual.
The elf's side was practically healed, for all intents, though he had fought Aragorn each time the human had tried to help him.
Aragorn was glad in his heart to see that Legolas was so happy.
The elf had taken to the trees and looked down at them all.
"Aren't the woods of Lothlorien truly splendid?" Legolas called down to them.
Gimli grumbled, "Maybe to an elf. For myself, I do not particularly like forests."
Boromir said nothing, keeping his eyes focused on the lithe and graceful elf.
Legolas leapt out of the tree he was in, and attempted to land on top of Aragorn and surprise him.
Aragorn chuckled softly as he caught the elf. "I think you miscalculated that last jump," he teased.
"Nope. This is exactly where I meant to land," Legolas said firmly, amusement sparkling in his green eyes. "But you can put me down now." A smile crossed his face.
"Why would I?" Mischief shone in Aragorn's eyes.
Discreet coughs told him why he should let the elf go.
"Really, elf, can't you do something besides flitting around," Gimli said, as he attempted to bait Legolas.
Legolas struggled to get out of Aragorn's arms. "Can't you do better than all that stomping? You ought to try to walk more gracefully," the elf retorted.
Aragorn held his lover firmly, as Legolas looked up at him, confused.
'Let me go, Estel,' Legolas murmured in Elvish. 'Eyes are upon us.'
'Tis nothing the Fellowship hasn't seen before,' Aragorn whispered, as he brought his lips closer to the elf's soft ones.
Legolas shot him a small frown. 'No, dear one. Other Elven eyes, I do believe.'
Aragorn relinquished his hold on Legolas reluctantly, and placed the beautiful elf on the ground.
"Other elves are here?" Frodo asked, having understood the conversation between Legolas and Aragorn.
Gimli snorted. "Nonsense. I haven't felt or seen anyone watching us."
Legolas stood, and shot a slightly irritated glance at Gimli. "Son of Gloin, if elves do not wish to be seen, they usually are not."
Gimli shot a glare at the elf, and then froze as numerous elves emerged from around the trees.
Everyone in the Fellowship drew their weapons.
Legolas stood in front of Frodo to protect him from harm. His bow and arrows were at the ready, for the elves that had shown themselves had their weapons pointed at them as well.
'Well spotted, fellow elf,' one of the elves said in Elvish, as he made his way forward and stood before them.
'Twas luck,' Legolas admitted. His mind had not been on the possible dangers in the forest, for he had been caught up in its beauty.
'Where are you heading, and who are you?' the other elf questioned.
'I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood. These-' and Legolas gestured to his companions, '-are my friends. We are on a quest to destroy the One Ring in Mordor, and we would welcome any assistance you could give us.'
Aragorn saw the way that the other elf was gazing at 'his' Legolas. He bristled silently, and strode forward, standing at Legolas's side.
'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and foster son to Lord Elrond of Rivendell,' he said neutrally.
Surprise shone in the eyes of the elf at his seemingly possessive nature of the Prince of Mirkwood.
'You are the heir of Isildur, are you not?'
When Aragorn nodded, the other elf looked a little annoyed, but hid it.
'Who are they?' the elf asked, gesturing to Gimli, Boromir, and the Hobbits.
Legolas translated what the other elf had said in Elvish to English, so that the dwarf, human, and their small friends understood it.
Frodo cleared his throat. 'I am Frodo Baggins, and I am the Ringbearer,' he said, stumbling slightly over the Elvish words. He was glad that he knew Elvish at this particular point in time.
"I am Gimli, son of Gloin," Gimli said, not liking this elf for some reason.
Merry piped up, "I am Merry."
"My name's Pippin," Pippin said, as he watched the strange elf, who was barely looking at them.
Sam sighed. "I'm Samwise Gamgee, but call me Sam for short."
'The Lady of the Light wishes to meet with all of you. My name is Rutan, and I will be your guide," Rutan said neutrally. He gestured to the archers that surrounded the travelers, and they all went off elsewhere.
The dark-haired elf took the lead, and the Fellowship silently began to follow him.
Legolas and Aragorn walked next to each other.
Boromir took up the rear, and Gimli walked with the Hobbits.
The two lovers whispered together softly, and only Rutan could hear what they said.
Annoyance flashed in his eyes. It was just his luck.
A beautiful elf had come to Lothlorien, and he was taken. Rutan decided that he would soon fix that. A special potion that he knew about would certainly come in handy.
Aragorn and Legolas held hands as they walked along, both aware of the strange looks that their new guide kept giving the two of them.
"It must be because he has not seen a human and an elf together before," Legolas murmured softly. "Though it is getting tiresome that he continues to stare at us so."
Aragorn had a frown written on his face, for Rutan was not staring at 'them'.
The raven-haired elf was looking directly at Legolas.
Aragorn decided to quickly dispel any thoughts that elf was having about his lover.
He suddenly took a hold of Legolas's shoulders and pulled the blonde elf towards him.
Legolas was surprised when Aragorn grabbed him and kissed him hard, in plain sight of everyone else. A faint murmur of protest died, as Legolas leaned into the kiss.
The Fellowship groaned, "Not again," in unison. They averted their gazes; that is, some did.
The Hobbits stared with open fascination. Gimli and Boromir realized that when they heard gasps. They couldn't resist looking again.
Legolas was standing on his tiptoes, and Aragorn had one arm around his waist. The other was cupped behind the elf's head, tilting him into another kiss.
Anger and jealousy burned inside of Rutan. He decided to make sure that Legolas and Aragorn had rooms on the opposite sides of Lothlorien.
The kiss finally broke, much to the disappointment of the two lovers. Their emotions shone in their eyes, as they gazed at one another.
Rutan managed to control his emotions as he spoke. 'I do not wish to be rude, but I would remind you that Lady Galadrial is awaiting your arrival.'
Aragorn looked directly at Rutan, a challenge written in his dark grey eyes. "Very well, we will proceed," Aragorn said. He saw the puzzlement on Legolas's face, as his lover looked at him. Inwardly, Aragorn sighed to himself. Legolas might be nearly three thousand years old, but the elf was certainly innocent of just how appealing he was.
The group began walking again.
Legolas saw the hint of anger in Rutan's eyes, as the elf looked at Aragorn first, and then himself. He didn't understand why they seemed to be in a competition.
Aragorn smiled at his lover, and smoothed back a golden lock of hair. He then gently caressed Legolas's soft face.
The blonde elf shrugged, smiled back, and took Aragorn's hand in his. It should be fairly obvious to Rutan of where his affections lay, Legolas thought to himself. Legolas would never want anyone but Aragorn, and he knew that Aragorn would never want anyone but him.
Dark eyes focused on the joined hands between the heir of Isildur and the beautiful Prince of Mirkwood. They were angry and vengeful.
To be continued