Wonders sometime happen… I found time to write another chapter….
Thanks for the encouragement to write more A/L stuff, however it is kind of hard to give them some time off fighting. I think the 'big' scene will have to wait till after the battle at Helm's deep.
Have fun and please r+r!
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The landscape they passed was destroyed. The dark army had burned down everything even the grass and turned a formerly beautiful valley into a place of death. Aragorn looked at the still smoking houses and trees. It hurt him almost physically to see it. Turning his head he looked at Legolas who had not said anything since they left Edoras this morning. 'If this sight is affecting me like this, how will it be for him? He's so one with Nature that this destruction must cause him pain.' It was that thought that made him reach over to touch Legolas shoulder. The other looked up and the sad look in the beautiful eyes frightened Aragorn. "Are you ok?" "No, I've never expected to see anything like this." Then as if he didn't want to show any weakness, Legolas shrugged. "But I've never liked orcs anyway."
"You don't have to be strong around me." Aragorn didn't realize he had spoken out loud. Legolas however had heard him and closed his eyes. He kept hearing Methos' words in his head. 'You already have.'
"My father once told me of an old prophecy 'When the dark is rising the two worlds will collide and help will be sent from far above. This my son will be the time when your fate will be sealed.' I don't know whether to be afraid or not." Aragorn's heart seemed to stop for a moment, when he heard those words. He could not lose Legolas now. It was in that moment, while riding through a country destroyed by evil, while going into a war with no hope that Aragorn realized he loved Legolas. It was not just lust, not just 'the other side', it was love. 'I will not lose you' he made a silent vow to the elf.
Suddenly Gandalf appeared next to them and explained that he could not go any further with them, that they should proceed to Helm's deep and he would meet them there. The spell was broken and the two rode forward where Methos and Duncan were talking to each other. "Gods Mac, I don't know what's your problem with that. I didn't know that we are going to be transported into another world, when I took my gun with me." "You know that it's not that, but why did you take it in the first place? We were going to my cabin out in the nowhere and on holy ground. You wouldn't even need your sword there." "I am rather prepared than sorry!" This reply was short and visibly annoyed Methos slowed his horse down and started to talk to Eomer who had followed them silently. Aragorn saw how Duncan rolled his eyes. "What was that all about?" "All immortals on our earth are involved in this kind of 'game'. 'In the end there can only be one.' This forces us to fight each other, Methos with his age and power is hunted by other immortals, just because of who he is and so am I. But there are some rules, like not to interfere in a fight or that you are not allowed to fight on holy ground. However, Methos has a different view towards those rules than I have. It's a constant argument between us."
Aragorn was quiet for a while, until something hit him. "If there can be only one, will you have to fight against Methos once?" Duncan's face was an unreadable mask as he looked at the other man. "I don't know."
Upon arriving at Helm's Deep they started the preparation to defend the fortress. No enemy had ever been able to conquer its stone walls. Yet no enemy had ever been so determined as the army that had been sent out from Saruman. The first wave of attacks started the same night as they arrived. Howling and screaming Saruman's orcs and men run towards the gates. Legolas stood on the wall with some of Theoden's men and aiming perfectly he shot until he run out of arrows. Only then he went back to gather the dark orc arrows, having found enough he turned to go back, when strong hands clasped his shoulders. He turned to see who was preventing him to get back to the fight and met Aragorn's blue eyes. "You won't find your fate on those walls." The ranger whispered pulling the slender body of the elf closer to him. "Where will I find it then?" Legolas tried to keep his voice from shaking, but he failed miserably as a stream of emotions rushed through his body. Unconsciously he closed his eyes unable to meet Aragorn's eyes longer without giving away too much of his feelings. "I don't know where you will find it, but I hope that you will let me be at your side." Aragorn's voice was serene, he hesitated for a second and pleaded. "Open your eyes, Legolas, please don't hide from me." Slowly the elf opened his eyes and for the second time Aragorn's heart stopped for a moment. Legolas had let his guard down and his eyes showed a myriad of emotions. Desire and insecurity, love and fear and Aragorn closed the small distance between them leaning forwards and his lips met the soft lips of the elf for the first time.
Methos and Duncan had watched the two men and Methos smiled remembering their first kiss. As if he had read his lovers mind, Duncan looked at him and commented dryly. "Our timing was better." With those words he jumped forward, tearing the man and the elf down with him. Aragorn looked up and saw the pained expression of his friend. "The next attack has started." Duncan almost couldn't speak, the pain of the arrow embedded in his back was too strong. "I can't get it out, could you do it?" He finally managed to ask Aragorn through clenched teeth. "I didn't notice you are hurt. Wait I can help you." The arrow was removed within no time and Aragorn was just about to run into the fortress to get some herbs, when Methos stopped him. "He does not need this. Look!" Neither Legolas nor Aragorn could believe what they saw. Tiny little lightning's danced around the wound. It took about five minutes and then, the wound was gone, not even a scar was there. It was as if no arrow had ever stroke Duncan.
"Come on, let's go back to work." Methos was well aware of the shock and awe the ranger and the elf felt at the moment. But he knew as well that there was a battle going on and every man was needed. 'Bring back some reality to this fantasy movie' he snickered to himself.
Together they went back to defend their castle and from the wall they threw stones and shot arrows, when a tall figure on a horse made his way towards the gate. In the same moment Duncan and Methos froze.
Thanks for the encouragement to write more A/L stuff, however it is kind of hard to give them some time off fighting. I think the 'big' scene will have to wait till after the battle at Helm's deep.
Have fun and please r+r!
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The landscape they passed was destroyed. The dark army had burned down everything even the grass and turned a formerly beautiful valley into a place of death. Aragorn looked at the still smoking houses and trees. It hurt him almost physically to see it. Turning his head he looked at Legolas who had not said anything since they left Edoras this morning. 'If this sight is affecting me like this, how will it be for him? He's so one with Nature that this destruction must cause him pain.' It was that thought that made him reach over to touch Legolas shoulder. The other looked up and the sad look in the beautiful eyes frightened Aragorn. "Are you ok?" "No, I've never expected to see anything like this." Then as if he didn't want to show any weakness, Legolas shrugged. "But I've never liked orcs anyway."
"You don't have to be strong around me." Aragorn didn't realize he had spoken out loud. Legolas however had heard him and closed his eyes. He kept hearing Methos' words in his head. 'You already have.'
"My father once told me of an old prophecy 'When the dark is rising the two worlds will collide and help will be sent from far above. This my son will be the time when your fate will be sealed.' I don't know whether to be afraid or not." Aragorn's heart seemed to stop for a moment, when he heard those words. He could not lose Legolas now. It was in that moment, while riding through a country destroyed by evil, while going into a war with no hope that Aragorn realized he loved Legolas. It was not just lust, not just 'the other side', it was love. 'I will not lose you' he made a silent vow to the elf.
Suddenly Gandalf appeared next to them and explained that he could not go any further with them, that they should proceed to Helm's deep and he would meet them there. The spell was broken and the two rode forward where Methos and Duncan were talking to each other. "Gods Mac, I don't know what's your problem with that. I didn't know that we are going to be transported into another world, when I took my gun with me." "You know that it's not that, but why did you take it in the first place? We were going to my cabin out in the nowhere and on holy ground. You wouldn't even need your sword there." "I am rather prepared than sorry!" This reply was short and visibly annoyed Methos slowed his horse down and started to talk to Eomer who had followed them silently. Aragorn saw how Duncan rolled his eyes. "What was that all about?" "All immortals on our earth are involved in this kind of 'game'. 'In the end there can only be one.' This forces us to fight each other, Methos with his age and power is hunted by other immortals, just because of who he is and so am I. But there are some rules, like not to interfere in a fight or that you are not allowed to fight on holy ground. However, Methos has a different view towards those rules than I have. It's a constant argument between us."
Aragorn was quiet for a while, until something hit him. "If there can be only one, will you have to fight against Methos once?" Duncan's face was an unreadable mask as he looked at the other man. "I don't know."
Upon arriving at Helm's Deep they started the preparation to defend the fortress. No enemy had ever been able to conquer its stone walls. Yet no enemy had ever been so determined as the army that had been sent out from Saruman. The first wave of attacks started the same night as they arrived. Howling and screaming Saruman's orcs and men run towards the gates. Legolas stood on the wall with some of Theoden's men and aiming perfectly he shot until he run out of arrows. Only then he went back to gather the dark orc arrows, having found enough he turned to go back, when strong hands clasped his shoulders. He turned to see who was preventing him to get back to the fight and met Aragorn's blue eyes. "You won't find your fate on those walls." The ranger whispered pulling the slender body of the elf closer to him. "Where will I find it then?" Legolas tried to keep his voice from shaking, but he failed miserably as a stream of emotions rushed through his body. Unconsciously he closed his eyes unable to meet Aragorn's eyes longer without giving away too much of his feelings. "I don't know where you will find it, but I hope that you will let me be at your side." Aragorn's voice was serene, he hesitated for a second and pleaded. "Open your eyes, Legolas, please don't hide from me." Slowly the elf opened his eyes and for the second time Aragorn's heart stopped for a moment. Legolas had let his guard down and his eyes showed a myriad of emotions. Desire and insecurity, love and fear and Aragorn closed the small distance between them leaning forwards and his lips met the soft lips of the elf for the first time.
Methos and Duncan had watched the two men and Methos smiled remembering their first kiss. As if he had read his lovers mind, Duncan looked at him and commented dryly. "Our timing was better." With those words he jumped forward, tearing the man and the elf down with him. Aragorn looked up and saw the pained expression of his friend. "The next attack has started." Duncan almost couldn't speak, the pain of the arrow embedded in his back was too strong. "I can't get it out, could you do it?" He finally managed to ask Aragorn through clenched teeth. "I didn't notice you are hurt. Wait I can help you." The arrow was removed within no time and Aragorn was just about to run into the fortress to get some herbs, when Methos stopped him. "He does not need this. Look!" Neither Legolas nor Aragorn could believe what they saw. Tiny little lightning's danced around the wound. It took about five minutes and then, the wound was gone, not even a scar was there. It was as if no arrow had ever stroke Duncan.
"Come on, let's go back to work." Methos was well aware of the shock and awe the ranger and the elf felt at the moment. But he knew as well that there was a battle going on and every man was needed. 'Bring back some reality to this fantasy movie' he snickered to himself.
Together they went back to defend their castle and from the wall they threw stones and shot arrows, when a tall figure on a horse made his way towards the gate. In the same moment Duncan and Methos froze.