Note: None of these are my characters, except for Rutan. The rest all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Contains shounen ai between L/A. Thanks for telling me that I misspelled Galadriel's name. This takes place a day after the last chapter. Elvish speech is in ` '. Enjoy!
That Which Is Forgotten
Part 13
Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn looked at the Fellowship, who stood before them. Legolas was standing next to Aragorn, and he still did not remember anything. Just tiny bits and pieces of images, and the warm feeling he had whenever Aragorn was near him.
Galadriel had spoken to each member of the Fellowship, including Legolas. Upon learning that he'd made a vow to aid the quest, Legolas had insisted on fulfilling it, even without his memory. He still spoke only Elvish, for he could not remember the human tongue.
`Are you certain that you wish to continue your quest?' Galadriel asked now, her gaze lingering on the blond Elven archer, before turning to address the group as a whole. She had given each member of the Fellowship their gifts already.
One by one, Frodo, Gimli, Aragorn, Merry, Boromir, Sam, Pippin, and Legolas nodded.
`Then let us drink from the cup of parting,' the Elven lady said.
They did so, and the Fellowship started off, except for Aragorn, who wanted to ask Galadriel something.
`What is to be Rutan's punishment, my lady?' Aragorn asked.
Galadriel looked at Aragorn impassively. `What he did was a heinous crime, and we have decided to give him the same potion. We will ensure that he is not physically harmed, but we could do no more or no less for his attack on the Prince of Mirkwood.'
`Thank you,' he said quietly.
`Keep an eye on him, Estel,' Galadriel told the heir of Isildur. `Legolas may not remember how to fight or defend himself. And it may be that his love for you holds the key to his memories.'
He nodded slowly. `I will.' Aragorn bid the Elven lady farewell, before walking away. The rest of the Company had stopped to wait for him.
Legolas was eyeing the others curiously. He had been told their names, but only got vague feelings that he knew them somehow. And the elf had to stick by one of the two people who could translate Elvish; Aragorn and Frodo.
Aragorn took the lead, and the rest of the Fellowship followed him as he walked silently, fighting to hide his feelings and pain from the one he loved, who could no longer remember the love they shared.
Legolas lagged behind the rest of the group, for he remembered trees and nature, but nothing else. He spent most of the time trying to force himself to remember, as they walked for hours and hours. The only thing that Legolas gained was a throbbing headache, which he attempted to ignore, as he persisted. The others saw that the elf was walking with his eyes clothes, muttering to himself in Elvish.
"Will Legolas be all right, Aragorn?" Frodo asked, as he looked back at the elf.
"He may never regain what was taken from him, Frodo," Aragorn replied honestly.
Frodo looked saddened to hear that, as did the other Hobbits.
"I thought elves had a healing ability," Gimli grumbled. "Can't that do anything?
Aragorn shook his head. "It only works on physical wounds, such as a slice or cut from a sword."
Boromir sighed. "I miss his singing and laughter," the human admitted.
"Aragorn, when are we stopping for sleep?" Merry questioned. "We've been walking for nearly twenty hours, and only stopped to rest five times."
"All right," Aragorn said. `Legolas! We're stopping for the night here.'
Legolas nodded. `All right.' He massaged his temples, for his headache had turned into a migraine. The elf wandered over to a tree and started to climb up it. He managed that fairly well, until he looked down and realized how far up he was. Legolas immediately took a death grip on the tree, but instead of grabbing the tree with his bare hands, he grabbed it through his cloak.
Thus, Legolas plunged downwards, and barely managed to catch a branch with his bare hands. He held on, and flinched as he dangled from the branch. The elf then saw that it was getting dark and cursed in Elvish. No-one would notice he was missing until it was time for his watch, which Aragorn had said would be third.
The Hobbits were already asleep, and the other three members of the Fellowship were talking amongst themselves, with Gimli and Boromir preparing to go to sleep as well, when Aragorn realized that Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
"Did either of you see where Legolas went?" he asked, remembering what Galadriel had said.
"Thought he climbed a tree," Gimli mumbled. Boromir voiced his agreement and gestured towards the tree he'd seen Legolas near.
"I'll be right back," Aragorn said, sighing. He stood and walked towards the tree slowly. This was killing Aragorn; the fact that Legolas did not remember him. But it wasn't the elf's fault. It was Rutan's fault for his insane jealousy.
Legolas was still clinging to the branch, partly froze in fear because of the height, and partly cursing himself in Elvish, because he was humiliated. What kind of an elf was he, to get in such a predicament. Legolas let out a startled cry as he slipped and fell again. That settled it, he thought grimly, as he grabbed another branch and broke his fall again. He was never climbing a tree again, elf or not.
Aragorn heard Legolas cry out and looked directly up in the tree. Most humans would not have been able to spot the slight glow that made up the inner light of an elf, but Aragorn was not just any human. He could hear the elf cursing in Elvish. Aragorn climbed up the tree, checking occasionally to see where Legolas was exactly in the branches.
Legolas was growing desperate, for his hands were slipping again, and he closed his eyes. His headache was finally beginning to fade, for Legolas was not longer trying to force himself to remember. Instead, the elf was struggling not to fall and possibly kill himself. He had, of course, forgotten that elves were Immortal. No one had thought to tell him of that, though.
Aragorn was stunned when he finally looked and saw Legolas hanging from a branch. He was fighting not to fall, but the elf was shaking slightly, and Aragorn lunged forward as Legolas finally fell again.
Legolas was prepared to fall, but not for the hand that suddenly grabbed his wrist. He opened his eyes, and saw Aragorn standing there. A blush settled on the elf's face, as Aragorn pulled him up onto the branch. Legolas was shaking like a leaf, and pressed himself against Aragorn.
`Too high...' Legolas moaned, clinging to the human.
Aragorn cocked an eyebrow curiously. He'd never thought an elf could be scared of a tree. `Then why did you climb up this high, Legolas?' he questioned, taking the trembling elf in his arms.
Legolas rested his face against Aragorn's chest. `I wasn't afraid until I looked down,' the elf mumbled.
Aragorn could see the faint color in Legolas's face, and knew the elf was blushing. `I see. How did you plan to get down?'
Legolas shrugged. `I could always fall down, but I would not prefer that.'
`We can wait for a little while until you're ready to try to climb down,' Aragorn said gently. His eyes were on the elf's soft lips, before his eyes met Legolas's green ones.
`Why do you care so much about me?' Legolas questioned. He could sense that this human felt something for him, as he licked his lips.
Because I love you, Aragorn whispered silently. He didn't want to push Legolas to remember him, but sadness was in his grey eyes as he looked at the elf.
An image went through Legolas's memory as he sat there in Aragorn's arms. It was slightly distorted, as Legolas saw himself sitting in a tree with the human. They'd been sitting together very much like they were now, until they started kissing. Legolas had dropped his arrows and bows, as he turned to face the human, as Aragorn leaned him back. But instead, both had fallen off the branch, and Legolas's hair had been caught. Aragorn had had to cut it to free him. Their combined laughter had echoed for a few moments.
Legolas jumped slightly, and reached up a shaking hand to touch his hair. It was longer than it had been after the cut. But just as suddenly as it had come, the memory faded once more, leaving the elf in despair.
`What's wrong?' Aragorn questioned.
Legolas sighed. `I started to remember something, but then it went away again.' He turned his face up towards Aragorn, his warm breath brushing against Aragorn's face.
Aragorn couldn't resist any longer, and brought his lips down to Legolas's. He kissed him softly, feeling the familiar heat as always. But what surprised him further was when Legolas responded to it.
Legolas was taken aback when Aragorn kissed him. Instinct took over, as Legolas's subconscious remembered what he did not. A rush of emotion swept over him, as the elf returned the kiss, pressing his lips against Aragorn's, as the human brought his hands up to cup his face.
To be continued
That Which Is Forgotten
Part 13
Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn looked at the Fellowship, who stood before them. Legolas was standing next to Aragorn, and he still did not remember anything. Just tiny bits and pieces of images, and the warm feeling he had whenever Aragorn was near him.
Galadriel had spoken to each member of the Fellowship, including Legolas. Upon learning that he'd made a vow to aid the quest, Legolas had insisted on fulfilling it, even without his memory. He still spoke only Elvish, for he could not remember the human tongue.
`Are you certain that you wish to continue your quest?' Galadriel asked now, her gaze lingering on the blond Elven archer, before turning to address the group as a whole. She had given each member of the Fellowship their gifts already.
One by one, Frodo, Gimli, Aragorn, Merry, Boromir, Sam, Pippin, and Legolas nodded.
`Then let us drink from the cup of parting,' the Elven lady said.
They did so, and the Fellowship started off, except for Aragorn, who wanted to ask Galadriel something.
`What is to be Rutan's punishment, my lady?' Aragorn asked.
Galadriel looked at Aragorn impassively. `What he did was a heinous crime, and we have decided to give him the same potion. We will ensure that he is not physically harmed, but we could do no more or no less for his attack on the Prince of Mirkwood.'
`Thank you,' he said quietly.
`Keep an eye on him, Estel,' Galadriel told the heir of Isildur. `Legolas may not remember how to fight or defend himself. And it may be that his love for you holds the key to his memories.'
He nodded slowly. `I will.' Aragorn bid the Elven lady farewell, before walking away. The rest of the Company had stopped to wait for him.
Legolas was eyeing the others curiously. He had been told their names, but only got vague feelings that he knew them somehow. And the elf had to stick by one of the two people who could translate Elvish; Aragorn and Frodo.
Aragorn took the lead, and the rest of the Fellowship followed him as he walked silently, fighting to hide his feelings and pain from the one he loved, who could no longer remember the love they shared.
Legolas lagged behind the rest of the group, for he remembered trees and nature, but nothing else. He spent most of the time trying to force himself to remember, as they walked for hours and hours. The only thing that Legolas gained was a throbbing headache, which he attempted to ignore, as he persisted. The others saw that the elf was walking with his eyes clothes, muttering to himself in Elvish.
"Will Legolas be all right, Aragorn?" Frodo asked, as he looked back at the elf.
"He may never regain what was taken from him, Frodo," Aragorn replied honestly.
Frodo looked saddened to hear that, as did the other Hobbits.
"I thought elves had a healing ability," Gimli grumbled. "Can't that do anything?
Aragorn shook his head. "It only works on physical wounds, such as a slice or cut from a sword."
Boromir sighed. "I miss his singing and laughter," the human admitted.
"Aragorn, when are we stopping for sleep?" Merry questioned. "We've been walking for nearly twenty hours, and only stopped to rest five times."
"All right," Aragorn said. `Legolas! We're stopping for the night here.'
Legolas nodded. `All right.' He massaged his temples, for his headache had turned into a migraine. The elf wandered over to a tree and started to climb up it. He managed that fairly well, until he looked down and realized how far up he was. Legolas immediately took a death grip on the tree, but instead of grabbing the tree with his bare hands, he grabbed it through his cloak.
Thus, Legolas plunged downwards, and barely managed to catch a branch with his bare hands. He held on, and flinched as he dangled from the branch. The elf then saw that it was getting dark and cursed in Elvish. No-one would notice he was missing until it was time for his watch, which Aragorn had said would be third.
The Hobbits were already asleep, and the other three members of the Fellowship were talking amongst themselves, with Gimli and Boromir preparing to go to sleep as well, when Aragorn realized that Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
"Did either of you see where Legolas went?" he asked, remembering what Galadriel had said.
"Thought he climbed a tree," Gimli mumbled. Boromir voiced his agreement and gestured towards the tree he'd seen Legolas near.
"I'll be right back," Aragorn said, sighing. He stood and walked towards the tree slowly. This was killing Aragorn; the fact that Legolas did not remember him. But it wasn't the elf's fault. It was Rutan's fault for his insane jealousy.
Legolas was still clinging to the branch, partly froze in fear because of the height, and partly cursing himself in Elvish, because he was humiliated. What kind of an elf was he, to get in such a predicament. Legolas let out a startled cry as he slipped and fell again. That settled it, he thought grimly, as he grabbed another branch and broke his fall again. He was never climbing a tree again, elf or not.
Aragorn heard Legolas cry out and looked directly up in the tree. Most humans would not have been able to spot the slight glow that made up the inner light of an elf, but Aragorn was not just any human. He could hear the elf cursing in Elvish. Aragorn climbed up the tree, checking occasionally to see where Legolas was exactly in the branches.
Legolas was growing desperate, for his hands were slipping again, and he closed his eyes. His headache was finally beginning to fade, for Legolas was not longer trying to force himself to remember. Instead, the elf was struggling not to fall and possibly kill himself. He had, of course, forgotten that elves were Immortal. No one had thought to tell him of that, though.
Aragorn was stunned when he finally looked and saw Legolas hanging from a branch. He was fighting not to fall, but the elf was shaking slightly, and Aragorn lunged forward as Legolas finally fell again.
Legolas was prepared to fall, but not for the hand that suddenly grabbed his wrist. He opened his eyes, and saw Aragorn standing there. A blush settled on the elf's face, as Aragorn pulled him up onto the branch. Legolas was shaking like a leaf, and pressed himself against Aragorn.
`Too high...' Legolas moaned, clinging to the human.
Aragorn cocked an eyebrow curiously. He'd never thought an elf could be scared of a tree. `Then why did you climb up this high, Legolas?' he questioned, taking the trembling elf in his arms.
Legolas rested his face against Aragorn's chest. `I wasn't afraid until I looked down,' the elf mumbled.
Aragorn could see the faint color in Legolas's face, and knew the elf was blushing. `I see. How did you plan to get down?'
Legolas shrugged. `I could always fall down, but I would not prefer that.'
`We can wait for a little while until you're ready to try to climb down,' Aragorn said gently. His eyes were on the elf's soft lips, before his eyes met Legolas's green ones.
`Why do you care so much about me?' Legolas questioned. He could sense that this human felt something for him, as he licked his lips.
Because I love you, Aragorn whispered silently. He didn't want to push Legolas to remember him, but sadness was in his grey eyes as he looked at the elf.
An image went through Legolas's memory as he sat there in Aragorn's arms. It was slightly distorted, as Legolas saw himself sitting in a tree with the human. They'd been sitting together very much like they were now, until they started kissing. Legolas had dropped his arrows and bows, as he turned to face the human, as Aragorn leaned him back. But instead, both had fallen off the branch, and Legolas's hair had been caught. Aragorn had had to cut it to free him. Their combined laughter had echoed for a few moments.
Legolas jumped slightly, and reached up a shaking hand to touch his hair. It was longer than it had been after the cut. But just as suddenly as it had come, the memory faded once more, leaving the elf in despair.
`What's wrong?' Aragorn questioned.
Legolas sighed. `I started to remember something, but then it went away again.' He turned his face up towards Aragorn, his warm breath brushing against Aragorn's face.
Aragorn couldn't resist any longer, and brought his lips down to Legolas's. He kissed him softly, feeling the familiar heat as always. But what surprised him further was when Legolas responded to it.
Legolas was taken aback when Aragorn kissed him. Instinct took over, as Legolas's subconscious remembered what he did not. A rush of emotion swept over him, as the elf returned the kiss, pressing his lips against Aragorn's, as the human brought his hands up to cup his face.
To be continued