As usually they are not mine…
Thanks for your reviews, I am struggling with this story at the moment, you'll see if you read the chapter…
Immortaljedi, you are great, thanks for your encouragement…
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The reception they got at the gates of Edoras was not very friendly to say the least. Only the mentioning of Éomer's name helped and they were lead to the palace. The huge doors were closed and didn't look inviting, neither did the man standing outside.
"You will have to leave all your weapons outside by the law of the king."
Legolas lay down his bow and arrows, raising his head he looked at the guard and told him firmly to take care. "Those were given to me by the Lady of Lo…., watch them carefully." Aragorn was more than reluctant to leave his sword outside, yet Gandalf made him do so. In no time all but Duncan and Methos had layed down their weapons. Now they were glaring at the two men. Duncan shrugged and put the orc dagger and his katana down next to Gimli's axe. However Methos shook his head. "I didn't live 5000 years by handing in my sword. I will wait outside." Duncan looked at the old man and stepped closer to him. "Don't you understand? There are no other immortals here, so for god's sake put your sword down." Only Legolas' elven ears could hear the hissed command. Methos looked at the rest of his friends and decided to follow them. Even if it was against every survival instinct he had.
Slowly he removed his sword, got the dagger out of his coat and finally put the small gun down as well. Seeing the surprised look of the guard at the small black thing, he berated himself. 'Idiot, they don't know what it is, you could have kept it.' But his inner voice, swiftly corrected him. 'The boy scout would never have let you do this.' Sometimes Duncan's morality got on his nerves.
They entered the hall which was wide and dark. No sunlight seemed to come through the windows, darkness and shadows seemed to linger in around the throne. As the group approached the king he was most unfriendly and his adviser Grima showed more than mistrust against Gandalf.
Then suddenly he turned towards Duncan and Methos. "Who are you and for which king are you riding?" Methos and Duncan looked at each other and Duncan was just about to answer when Gandalf lost his patience.
Hitting his pole hard on the floor, fire and smoke emerged as Gandalf let Theoden and Grima Wormtongue feel some of his true power. Outside, feeling the warm sun on his skin Theoden felt the shadows, that Samuran's power had cast over him, liften and with a new strength he returned to the hall where his marshals waited. The call to arms surprised them as much as the announcement that the king would ride with them.
They would leave the next morning.
The moon shone into the room Methos had been given, it was a beautiful and large room, yet the ancient immortal couldn't sleep. Too much of his surroundings reminded him of his past and not all of his memories were happy. Silent without waking Duncan he got up and left the room, walking through the corridors until he found a balcony. Leaning on the reeling he looked at the moon and let his mind wander.
"What is preventing you from sleeping, Methos?" Startled the immortal turned towards Legolas, who had come outside and looked at him. "Memories of times long gone." Legolas saw the sadness that crossed over the classic face of the man. A man who claimed to be older than Legolas himself and the elf couldn't help wondering, what a life this vulnerable looking person had led.
"Do those memories bring you pain?"
"Some of them do, some bring joy, but after all there nothing else than memories, the people associated with them are dead. Sometimes I wonder why it was my destiny to survive for that long, in a way it is a burden, sometimes I hate it. Can you understand that?" Methos saw the confusion on the elf's face and smiled. "You can't, can you?"
"No, for having immortality is normal for elves, I never thought of it as a burden but a gift."
"See, that's the difference between your immortality and mine. For yours is a gift that is shared with your family, your people. It is not something you have to hide, something that forces you to wander around on the planet restlessly, to leave your home every couple of decades so that nobody notices that you don't age. Around me people die and I just have to go on living.
From the people you met when you were a child, how many are still living?"
"I don't know any that is not living. But this is not how it is for you?" Legolas finally began to understand the sadness he had sensed in both men. It was not sadness, it was loneliness.
"No, that's not how it is for me. None of the people I knew even a hundred years ago, is still alive."
"But you and Duncan are the same…" Legolas could see the smile that light up in Methos eyes at the name of his lover and again he felt a pang of jealousy. It was not that he wanted Duncan or Methos, but he could not prevent the envy the love that was between them.
"We are the same and I am blessed that Duncan loves me. He knows me and yet he loves me." The last thing was said almost wonderingly and truth to be told, Methos still couldn't believe that after all they had been through, after all Duncan knew about him, he loved him.
"Sometimes I wonder, whether I will ever find a love as bright as yours."
"You already have, don't you realize?"
After this last comment, Methos walked over to where the elf stood and looked intently at him. "You already have."
Legolas stood there frozen in shock, his eyes following the tall man until he had vanished into darkness.
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What do you think, should there be some more A/L interaction?
The next chapter will be coming… soon… I am currently working 14 hours a day and just don't have the energy to write in the evening. Maybe on the weekend…
Thanks for your reviews, I am struggling with this story at the moment, you'll see if you read the chapter…
Immortaljedi, you are great, thanks for your encouragement…
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The reception they got at the gates of Edoras was not very friendly to say the least. Only the mentioning of Éomer's name helped and they were lead to the palace. The huge doors were closed and didn't look inviting, neither did the man standing outside.
"You will have to leave all your weapons outside by the law of the king."
Legolas lay down his bow and arrows, raising his head he looked at the guard and told him firmly to take care. "Those were given to me by the Lady of Lo…., watch them carefully." Aragorn was more than reluctant to leave his sword outside, yet Gandalf made him do so. In no time all but Duncan and Methos had layed down their weapons. Now they were glaring at the two men. Duncan shrugged and put the orc dagger and his katana down next to Gimli's axe. However Methos shook his head. "I didn't live 5000 years by handing in my sword. I will wait outside." Duncan looked at the old man and stepped closer to him. "Don't you understand? There are no other immortals here, so for god's sake put your sword down." Only Legolas' elven ears could hear the hissed command. Methos looked at the rest of his friends and decided to follow them. Even if it was against every survival instinct he had.
Slowly he removed his sword, got the dagger out of his coat and finally put the small gun down as well. Seeing the surprised look of the guard at the small black thing, he berated himself. 'Idiot, they don't know what it is, you could have kept it.' But his inner voice, swiftly corrected him. 'The boy scout would never have let you do this.' Sometimes Duncan's morality got on his nerves.
They entered the hall which was wide and dark. No sunlight seemed to come through the windows, darkness and shadows seemed to linger in around the throne. As the group approached the king he was most unfriendly and his adviser Grima showed more than mistrust against Gandalf.
Then suddenly he turned towards Duncan and Methos. "Who are you and for which king are you riding?" Methos and Duncan looked at each other and Duncan was just about to answer when Gandalf lost his patience.
Hitting his pole hard on the floor, fire and smoke emerged as Gandalf let Theoden and Grima Wormtongue feel some of his true power. Outside, feeling the warm sun on his skin Theoden felt the shadows, that Samuran's power had cast over him, liften and with a new strength he returned to the hall where his marshals waited. The call to arms surprised them as much as the announcement that the king would ride with them.
They would leave the next morning.
The moon shone into the room Methos had been given, it was a beautiful and large room, yet the ancient immortal couldn't sleep. Too much of his surroundings reminded him of his past and not all of his memories were happy. Silent without waking Duncan he got up and left the room, walking through the corridors until he found a balcony. Leaning on the reeling he looked at the moon and let his mind wander.
"What is preventing you from sleeping, Methos?" Startled the immortal turned towards Legolas, who had come outside and looked at him. "Memories of times long gone." Legolas saw the sadness that crossed over the classic face of the man. A man who claimed to be older than Legolas himself and the elf couldn't help wondering, what a life this vulnerable looking person had led.
"Do those memories bring you pain?"
"Some of them do, some bring joy, but after all there nothing else than memories, the people associated with them are dead. Sometimes I wonder why it was my destiny to survive for that long, in a way it is a burden, sometimes I hate it. Can you understand that?" Methos saw the confusion on the elf's face and smiled. "You can't, can you?"
"No, for having immortality is normal for elves, I never thought of it as a burden but a gift."
"See, that's the difference between your immortality and mine. For yours is a gift that is shared with your family, your people. It is not something you have to hide, something that forces you to wander around on the planet restlessly, to leave your home every couple of decades so that nobody notices that you don't age. Around me people die and I just have to go on living.
From the people you met when you were a child, how many are still living?"
"I don't know any that is not living. But this is not how it is for you?" Legolas finally began to understand the sadness he had sensed in both men. It was not sadness, it was loneliness.
"No, that's not how it is for me. None of the people I knew even a hundred years ago, is still alive."
"But you and Duncan are the same…" Legolas could see the smile that light up in Methos eyes at the name of his lover and again he felt a pang of jealousy. It was not that he wanted Duncan or Methos, but he could not prevent the envy the love that was between them.
"We are the same and I am blessed that Duncan loves me. He knows me and yet he loves me." The last thing was said almost wonderingly and truth to be told, Methos still couldn't believe that after all they had been through, after all Duncan knew about him, he loved him.
"Sometimes I wonder, whether I will ever find a love as bright as yours."
"You already have, don't you realize?"
After this last comment, Methos walked over to where the elf stood and looked intently at him. "You already have."
Legolas stood there frozen in shock, his eyes following the tall man until he had vanished into darkness.
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What do you think, should there be some more A/L interaction?
The next chapter will be coming… soon… I am currently working 14 hours a day and just don't have the energy to write in the evening. Maybe on the weekend…