Once I started writing I couldn't stop... But it's 3am now and I need some
sleep. It will get some more action / plot and less talking / musing.
Please r + r!!!!! I love you for any comment!
Duncan sat next to the fire and the flames lit his face, Aragorn watched the silent man staring into the fire as if it could give him answers to his unspoken questions. Realizing that this was to moment to hear the whole story of the two men Aragorn cleared his throat. Yet before he could speak Methos came back to the fire, sitting next to Mac and looking intently at him. "What's wrong with you?" The pale man's voice was soft and tender, Legolas who sat next to Gimli was as startled as Aragorn was. Methos, not caring what his companions thought, moved so that he sat behind Duncan and began to massage the tense neck. The tender touch of his lover brought Mac back into reality and he captured one loving hands and kissed it. "This fire in the woods just reminds me so much of my youth. No that's not true, it's not the fire, it's the whole world here. No guns, no cars..." His voice trailed off and Methos came round smiling. "No beer, no movies and no Joe...." he finished the sentence for Duncan. His lover moved and made room for him, urging him to relax against his chest and for a moment they were just staring into the fire remembering.
Legolas watched the two men with a fascination he could not conceal. The love and trust that surrounded them was beautiful and suddenly the elf felt a sharp pain, knowing that he would never experience something like that. Not when the person he.... and again he didn't allow himself to finish the thought. Glancing around whether there was anything suspicious his eyes fell on Aragorn, the ranger, the king and ... As if sensing his stare Aragorn raised his head and their eyes met for the second time this day. And this time Legolas could not deny the heat and longing that surged through his body, confused he lowered his head, picking up his bow, pretending to mend something.
'Why did he look away? His eyes...' Aragorn didn't even try to lie to himself. The beautiful elf prince had aroused him with one look. But it was more and Aragorn knew it, it was not just lust it went beyond only how far beyond he did not know. Trying to get away from those confusing thoughts he looked at the two men. "Will you now answer my question?"
Methos looked up and nodded. "Let me tell you our story or at least part of it. As I already said, we are immortal. This does not mean, that we can not die, but..." he send a quick glance at his lover and when Duncan nodded he went on... " we only die permanently if somebody takes our head. The creatures you call orcs were killing us, but we came back." "You came back from the dead." Aragorn's voice was deep and Methos could see that he was concerned. "You could say so, but in fact it's not a big deal, I mean we have something called immortal healing, we can't get injured or hurt. Well not physically."
Legolas had listened to the conversation and now asked his question. "But why do you say that you are from another world?" "That's hard to explain, but our world is completely different from yours. There was a time when it was somehow similar, but there were never elves dwarfs or orcs on our planet. And your sky is different, you have different stars. I have no idea, how we got here. The last thing I can remember is that we were hiking in our mountains when a thunderstorm broke out." It was Duncan who had answered the elf's question. It told Legolas that the words from his father had come true, now his fate would soon be decided.
"How old are you?" It was Gimli's question. Smiling Duncan and Methos looked at each other and Methos looked at the three with a smug look on his face. "How about you guess?" He teased them. "This is almost impossible to say, Legolas is an elf and he is very old yet looks young, Gimli is even harder to guess and I look definitely older than I am." Aragorn could not prevent the slightly bitter tune in his last words. "You look as old as the kings of stone yet as young as any elf." Before Legolas could stop himself these words were spoken. Aragorn's eyes lit up in surprise and joy about the unexpected comment. But he controlled his features and asked Gimli's question again. Finally Methos answered. "In our world I am the oldest living immortal, I am 5000 years old." Before anybody could say something, Duncan smiled ruefully. "Compared to him I am only a baby with my 420 years. Is there anything else you want to know? Because if it is not, I'd like to know more about this dark lord and your quest."
The three looked at each other and finally Aragorn decided to tell them the truth. It was a long night before they finally all went to sleep all except Methos who had the first watch.
The old immortal looked into the small fire and relied on his senses to notice any possible danger. Every once in a while he looked over where his new friends slept. Little had he told them that he had heard of their world and of the ring. Little did they know that long ago he and his brothers had tried to find a way in this parallel world to obtain this ring. Even now he could not suppress the shudder that went through his body at the thought of Kronos owning a ring of such power.
Sometimes fate had a wicked sense of humour, that he was destined to help to destroy the ring his brother once had wanted, as he had been destined to help destroy his brother.
Please r + r!!!!! I love you for any comment!
Duncan sat next to the fire and the flames lit his face, Aragorn watched the silent man staring into the fire as if it could give him answers to his unspoken questions. Realizing that this was to moment to hear the whole story of the two men Aragorn cleared his throat. Yet before he could speak Methos came back to the fire, sitting next to Mac and looking intently at him. "What's wrong with you?" The pale man's voice was soft and tender, Legolas who sat next to Gimli was as startled as Aragorn was. Methos, not caring what his companions thought, moved so that he sat behind Duncan and began to massage the tense neck. The tender touch of his lover brought Mac back into reality and he captured one loving hands and kissed it. "This fire in the woods just reminds me so much of my youth. No that's not true, it's not the fire, it's the whole world here. No guns, no cars..." His voice trailed off and Methos came round smiling. "No beer, no movies and no Joe...." he finished the sentence for Duncan. His lover moved and made room for him, urging him to relax against his chest and for a moment they were just staring into the fire remembering.
Legolas watched the two men with a fascination he could not conceal. The love and trust that surrounded them was beautiful and suddenly the elf felt a sharp pain, knowing that he would never experience something like that. Not when the person he.... and again he didn't allow himself to finish the thought. Glancing around whether there was anything suspicious his eyes fell on Aragorn, the ranger, the king and ... As if sensing his stare Aragorn raised his head and their eyes met for the second time this day. And this time Legolas could not deny the heat and longing that surged through his body, confused he lowered his head, picking up his bow, pretending to mend something.
'Why did he look away? His eyes...' Aragorn didn't even try to lie to himself. The beautiful elf prince had aroused him with one look. But it was more and Aragorn knew it, it was not just lust it went beyond only how far beyond he did not know. Trying to get away from those confusing thoughts he looked at the two men. "Will you now answer my question?"
Methos looked up and nodded. "Let me tell you our story or at least part of it. As I already said, we are immortal. This does not mean, that we can not die, but..." he send a quick glance at his lover and when Duncan nodded he went on... " we only die permanently if somebody takes our head. The creatures you call orcs were killing us, but we came back." "You came back from the dead." Aragorn's voice was deep and Methos could see that he was concerned. "You could say so, but in fact it's not a big deal, I mean we have something called immortal healing, we can't get injured or hurt. Well not physically."
Legolas had listened to the conversation and now asked his question. "But why do you say that you are from another world?" "That's hard to explain, but our world is completely different from yours. There was a time when it was somehow similar, but there were never elves dwarfs or orcs on our planet. And your sky is different, you have different stars. I have no idea, how we got here. The last thing I can remember is that we were hiking in our mountains when a thunderstorm broke out." It was Duncan who had answered the elf's question. It told Legolas that the words from his father had come true, now his fate would soon be decided.
"How old are you?" It was Gimli's question. Smiling Duncan and Methos looked at each other and Methos looked at the three with a smug look on his face. "How about you guess?" He teased them. "This is almost impossible to say, Legolas is an elf and he is very old yet looks young, Gimli is even harder to guess and I look definitely older than I am." Aragorn could not prevent the slightly bitter tune in his last words. "You look as old as the kings of stone yet as young as any elf." Before Legolas could stop himself these words were spoken. Aragorn's eyes lit up in surprise and joy about the unexpected comment. But he controlled his features and asked Gimli's question again. Finally Methos answered. "In our world I am the oldest living immortal, I am 5000 years old." Before anybody could say something, Duncan smiled ruefully. "Compared to him I am only a baby with my 420 years. Is there anything else you want to know? Because if it is not, I'd like to know more about this dark lord and your quest."
The three looked at each other and finally Aragorn decided to tell them the truth. It was a long night before they finally all went to sleep all except Methos who had the first watch.
The old immortal looked into the small fire and relied on his senses to notice any possible danger. Every once in a while he looked over where his new friends slept. Little had he told them that he had heard of their world and of the ring. Little did they know that long ago he and his brothers had tried to find a way in this parallel world to obtain this ring. Even now he could not suppress the shudder that went through his body at the thought of Kronos owning a ring of such power.
Sometimes fate had a wicked sense of humour, that he was destined to help to destroy the ring his brother once had wanted, as he had been destined to help destroy his brother.