Whereabouts
A Hodded figure in deep green enters the Prancing Pony for the first time in seven years. It has never changed. The place was as busy as ever, but there seemed to be more people. The figure didn't notice at all as it takes a seat at a far corner. It let down it's hood and appeared to be...Legolas. Or someone who looked like him. His cerulean orbs held less joy but more wisdom in them. His golden silky hair under the cloak was longer, coming down to his hips. Through an opening it was obvious that he had gained at least five more pounds of muscle, but he is still as slender as he had ever been and leaner. He licks his lips as he looks around the room for someone to await him. He night was chilly and he needed some hot tea to warm him up.
His father had died five years ago of extremely old age, and he felt that it was time he let his eldest sone become King. Legolas had stayed to help gather things together, and then afterward, began training once more. His eyes and ears have gotten keener during the past five and a half years, and his skill with the bow had just become more deadly. He is now able to use four arrows beautifully in one shot. During his time he went to visit the Hobbits, Gandalf, and Gimli. Sometimes he even travelled to Anduin to speak with the long gone Boromir. He told him of all his trials, and several times, he could have sworn he heard soft responses of the Man's voice. And as for Gondor, he never went there. It reminded him of pain. The pain had brought him strength, but he still considered there to be the place of his death.
Legolas sighs and takes off his cloak. His grey tunic clashes with his bright creamy skin as is muscles move to remove the clothing. He could feel some awed stares, but he ignored them. He was tired of having others trying to have a glance at him. After he had secluded himself to his emotions, everyone kept flirting with him. There was nothing wrong with the fact, but it was all just a bother. Legolas had no intention on getting involved with anyone anytime soon. He has grown evermore weary as he thought about his past self. The state he is in now is just perfect, and he could live like this until his mortality arrives.
A Mortal Man approaches Legolas as he had spotted him at a corner. He looks quite familiar, and he guessed that he was whom his King went searching for after his last visit and never returned. The man had come closer to the Elf, and found that he was right: this is Legolas Greenleaf.
Legolas felt a presence coming towards him, but he payed no heed. Only until the man stopped and paused, had he looked up. He was a man with long red hair, and light brown eyes. His attire was that of a grey tunic and grey leggings. Two long swords were hoisted at his back, and he had a dagger at his hip. Short stubble of a beard and mustache formed on his face. Legolas looks at his handsome features and recognizes him almost immediately. After all these years, he could never forget that face.
" Reinin!" An old bright light shines in Legolas's eyes eyes he embraces his old friend of Gondor. " How have you been?"
Reinin returns to gesture and smiles warmly, inhaling the scent of his long lost friend, whom he desired badly to be his lover at some point. It had died down when the Elf had left, but now he can feel the want burn wildly at this one contact. " I have never been better, friend."
Legolas breaks tthe embrace. His face breaks into a sincere childish smile, the one he had always been known for. " It's been a long time. What brings you here?" The Elf sits back down and gestures for him to sit down across from him. Reinin is the General of the White City's Army after Aragorn. They have grown to be great friends.
" My Order has commanded me to cross this path." Reinin frowns slightly, remembering Aragorn asking five of his soldiers to search for Legolas. He was upset that Aragorn had become attatched to the missing Elf. But hey, he had found him first.
" Oh," Legolas quickly changed the subject. Anything related to Ara- King Elessar made him uneasy. " But you yourself; I mean, what brings you here to me?
Reinin smiles. " Do I need an excuse to see a beloved friend? You must know me better than that, Legolas." He softly drinks in Legolas's soft face. It is wiser, and more handsome than any Man, or Elf, or Dwarf.
" I apologize, of course I do." Legolas realized that this Man had brought him great happiness, and all changes of him had been wiped away. " 'Tis so great to see you, Reinin. I am glad your path has crossed with mine."
" Where were you headed, friend, that brings you here?" Reinin's eyes gaze over Legolas's body. The shadows of the candles shaped his muscles beautifully, and they were far more facsinating up close than from far away. He wants to see them move underneath the silky skin, but he promises himself that the time will come to see it all soon.
" I was just wandering about," answers Legolas truthfully. " I actually wanted to improve my skills with a sword though." He sits back and unseaths a fine sword. The hilt was beautifully decorated with small emeralds and rubies. On the blade was the design of the Tree of the High Elves. Legolas set the sword on the table. " My father passed it on to me before he passed away. Ever since then I've tried to advance on my skills with the Sword. However, the Elves of Mirkwood only use Bows and daggars." He shruggs and looks at Reinin.
The Man just looked at the Elf. A smile crosses his lips. Here's one opportunity to see the Elf without a shirt. " I can help, if you would like me to, Legolas." He arches an eyebrow promptly. Legolas smiles.
" I thought you'd never ask!" he says sarcastically and sheaths his sword back within it's cover. " How does tomorrow sound? Before dawn?" He is really excited to get reaquainted with his old friend again, and to have someone like him to teach him how to use the Sword. Reinin smirks and stands.
" If you think you can handle it, my Elven friend. Meet me at the door an hour before dawn, and I'll see if I can turn you into a real man." Legolas stands up at the challenge.
" An hour before dawn." His strong hand and forearm meet Reinin's in a Warrior handshake.
~*~
The King of Gondor laid in his bed given to him by Lady Galadriel for the night's rest. He was so upset and worried, and anxious, and...frustrated. He had searched for his lost friend and true love for seven years and two weeks! For seven years he had been secretly trying to find the whereabouts of the Elf, but nothing came up! The Hobbits had said that Legolas had visited them monthly at the least, Gimli said that the Elf had stayed over at the Lonely Mountains to help the Dwarves make out for Moria, and Gandalf had said that the Prince visited very often, and stayed with him longest. Legolas hadn't even bothered with Aragorn at all! Arwen said that her father had some reaquaintences with him during the passed five years. The fair Elven Lady had also said that she had seen him as well; as their paths had crossed some times. Even when Ardulan was with her!
That thought had somewhat unsettled Aragorn. Legolas knows of his Heir: Ardulan. He loves the boy dearly, for he had found him at the gentle flowing stream of Anduin. The young child reminded him of he and Legolas. He didn't know how Legolas would react to the fact; if he saw their similarities. Ardulan's hair is an ashy blonde, his eyes are shaded slate, and his fair tanned pearly complexion matched that of both Aragorn and Legolas together. The child was an Elf too. Immortality beset him, but he could pass for a Mortal being. Aragorn loves him so, and so does Arwen, even when she knows of what Aragorn thinks about as his eyes settle on the child.
Arwen had discovered this they day Ardulan had turned five: when his features were becoming clear, and when pain and longing showed in the King's eyes whenever someone said he looked just like an Elf of Mirkwood or so. It was guessed that he misses and loves Legolas, but she passed that fact. It didn't bother her much, although she was hurt. But she too did find someone else who had taken the pain away.
Aragorn looks up passed the leaves of the tree he was in and into the sky. Tomorrow, he would travel to Bree, a place he hadn't searched yet, and he was to check upon Reinin who he had sent there.
Wait for me, my Legolas, wherever you are. I will find you, and will love you as I should. I am yours. Forever yours...> Fellren oures, aro tiil qesere, a aro miei varwes
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Two sillhoueted figures make their way to the plains of Bree, away from the Town. As the had arrived at a secluded location, they disguarded their cloacks and withdrew their weapons. Reinin runs a hand through his flustered, but attractive, hair and sighs.
" Alright, Legolas. The first thing about sword combat is stance." He spread his legs shoulder width apart and extended his sword out, as he would in combat: the tip pointing between his opponent's eyes. " As you spread your legs, you cover more ground, and stand to keep your balance." Legolas just nods in his understanding as the man continues. " However, when your legs are closer, it provides quick movement, and shows that you intend to move around swiftly. It works well when you battle a little in number; for you rid of your enemy quickly, but you are sometimes spent of your energy. But if you think you can handle it, do whatever you wish."
Legolas stands to his left slightly diagonally and holds the sword with his right hand, positioned right at his opponent's neck, as though ready to decapitate him. He smirks. " What next, master?"
Hours passed and the sun rose high. The Elf and Man were still sparing evermore intensely. Their tunics were disguarded to a heap on the grass as the heat became unbearable. Several times already Reinin found it hard to concentrate as he guised his looks of devouring at Legolas. He prayed that they could take a break, so he can cool down and regain his sharp senses. He had seen the Elf without a shirt, but the years have changed him, and his body is more desirable and stronger than ever. Reinin couldn't blame his King for liking the Prince. He sharply dodges Legolas's attack and stands his ground firmly.
" You are getting better, friend. So I beg of you that we take a break. My endurance isn't as it seems." Reinin drops his sword and sighs as he relaxes. He could do better but the Elf was just so...distracting! His looks alone can cause any Enemy to draw back, or fall in battle.
Legolas lets out a merry laugh and buries the tip of his sword in the ground. " As you wish, Mortal. Besides, I had no idea you'd last as long as you did against my agility!" His statement was filled with mocking sarcasm. He actually was pretty surprised though. The man was truley unpredictable, and mostly astonishing with his forever changing mood swings. Reinin looks up at his friend and chuckles huskily.
" Whatever, Legolas. You know you would not win in physical contact." A challenging look appears on his face, as he was actually begging that he can handle it on the inside, and let them fight with only their bodies. Legolas was very much taking the bait as he gathers his hair away from his body for a second to let the cool air whip through him.
" Hn." Legolas licks his lips and charges at the man, taking him by surprise and knocking them both over. He pushes Reinin on his stomach and holds his arms behind his back. A groan of thrill and frustration sounds from the mortal as Legolas applies pressure. " What was that you said before, Reinin?"
Reinin relaxes underneath Legolas and sighs, his mouth slightly muffled by grass. This position wasn't bad at all, but he preferred to be the one top. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do, so he just gives in to the wonderful feeling. " You have alot more skill than I thought, Legolas." He slightly squirms to show his reflexive retaliation under submission. " 'Tis not easy to dominate a man." But you, Legolas; only you can do it to me>
" I'm sure 'tis not." Legolas stands and the man rolls over on his back. The sun illuminated the Elf's hair even more than it shines alone. The Prince extends a helping hand. " For it was not easy doing so. I am spent." Reinin takes the offer and stands up. His soft brown eyes gaze into cerulean orbs, and the man realizes how much extactly he had missed his loved friend.
" Let us wash up in a nearby stream, and get some brunch. I am famished."
~*~
Aragorn rode hard to Bree that morning. He made little stops, for they were only for his weary horse, and they took the long way as to aviod Moria. Something was terribly wrong, however, and somethings felt as though it were back in the Dark Days of the One Ring. Wandering aquaintances were paranoid and creatures were often seen, or less seen than usual. Aragorn found more urgency in his travelling, as he felt that this was just more than a quest on finding his lost love. Before his departure, he had received a messege from Rivendell to report there as soon as he had found Legolas; for a Council meeting is needed terribly. It was now mid-afternoon and he was at least 20 leagues from Bree. He hoped he would find Legolas at this point, and offer his General and best friend an appearance at the Meeting; for he is important just as himself.
" Legolas," the King whispers against the wind rushing around him from the great speed of his horse. " Arres oi sarreme. Sarr keno oi ohur ii ferri aro varwes, linu enuith ohur heien thil selor oi ves. I do not know what makes you push me away now, but as soon as I find out, I will assure all doubts." His silver necklace flies out from underneath his tunic and catches the sunlight, sparkling wildly. For even it rejoiced at the love of Legolas. It was created for their (hopefully) eventual love after all.
~*~
Dusk befalls the two warriers as their training had resumed after their short break. Legolas was a quick learner; for his skills have advanced greatly within the long hours. Reinin was impressed, and his liking for the Elf grew greatly. His long blonde tresses flashed beautifully at every movement of his dodges, or his attacks. Sometimes the Man would become distracted and narrowly miss a hit. Legolas was concerned, but Reinin brushed it off as he wanted to presume on with the training.
The Elf pauses after three straight hours and drops his sword. A sigh relieves itself from his rosy flushed lips. " I hate to admit this, but I am spent of my energy. This sword is heavier than my daggers and I must move so much as to either attack or defend." He takes his diguarded tunic and wipes his front. Reinin sighs and his own weapon drops with a heavy clang.
" I thought it would never end," he groans as though tired, which he half was, but his strong feelings for the Elf made him pass his limits, and he mostly groaned because it did end. " You are a great swordsman, Legolas." He trails off suddenly as he licks his lips at the sight of his friend. The sheen of remaining sweat was so irresistibly sexy, and...an idea just popped up. Grabbing his tunic as well, he wipes his body slowly and thoroughly. His hips would sway unnecissarily and he would over exaggerate his movemnts. A low chuckle echoes through the plains, and a sword is heard being sheathed.
" Reinin, you have changed so much. It amuses me to see you like this." Legolas smiles widely at his friend as he let out a groan of frustration and helplesness.
" Let's just get back, Legolas." His attempts have failed, and he feigned great annoyance. " It is getting dark out, and we should have some supper before it gets too late." He places his tunic back on, his sword in it's cover, and started walking off into the town. Legolas trails behind him with a smile of pure happiness. He did miss his old self, even though he thought he never would.
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--fellren oures, aro tiil qesere, a aro miei varwes-- Forever yours, my bright flame, and my undying heart
--Arres oi sarreme. Sarr keno oi ohur ii ferri aro varwes, linu enuith ohur heien thil selor oi ves--Love of mine. I beg of you to accept my heart, even though you do not know of it.