Oh my god, that turned into a long chapter….
I was sure, that I would never want to write again after handing in my 200 pages thesis, yet it seems as
if I was mistaken…
Please review!
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Aragorn wanted nothing more than to talk with Legolas, yet with the dwarf sitting behind the elf, he
knew that a real and honest conversation would not be possible. 'If it is possible at all.' The elf's mood
had changed drastically and Aragorn was seriously worried by now for Legolas had not spoken to him
since they had left Isengard.
He heard Methos talking to Merry and was not surprised when the ancient man rejected the use of the
word 'hero' and gave some of his wisdom to the small hobbit.
'He would be a more suitable partner for Legolas than you are.' The thought that suddenly crossed his
mind shook him to the core and he stiffed unconsciously. Even though he berated himself mentally he
couldn't help sending a threatening glance towards the old immortal. Yet it was Duncan and not
Methos who saw that look and sent a confused one back.
Slowing his horse until he was next to Aragorn, the highlander fixed the future king with his brown
eyes. Aragorn felt himself being x-rayed by those eyes and he could not say that he liked the feeling,
yet as he shifted in his saddle the piercing glance changed and Duncan smiled.
"Sometime you are easy to read, son of Arathorn, but believe me, neither I nor Methos have any
interest in him."
"I know, yet I feel that something has changed since this morning and I cannot help but wondering
whether he feels that I am unworthy for him. I am just a man and he's…"
"I know what you mean, hell do you know how I felt in the beginning of my relationship with Methos?
He is so much older and has seen so much that I felt like a child. And yet, once I realized that he loves
me, it didn't matter anymore."
Aragorn looked at the handsome immortal that talked so easily about his feelings and wished he could
do so too.
"You know though, I am the wrong person to discuss this with, you should talk with Legolas!"
After those words, Duncan rode faster and reclaimed his place next to Methos. Aragorn rode quietly
behind them listening to their conversation.
"Mac, I already thought we had lost you, did you fall of the horse?"
The Scot didn't even bother to answer that question, instead asked one of his own.
"Do you think they've deleted us from their database by now or better, you think they've deleted me?"
"I don't know, really I don't care cause it does not matter whether you are in the database or not. What
concerns me more it Joe, he must be thinking we are dead."
They were silent for a moment as they thought of their friend. Then Methos picked their conversation
up again.
"You know, I kind of like this world, there are immortals and sword fighter and other interesting
people, so we are not something strange or special. Isn't it nice for a change not having to hide?"
Duncan agreed with the older immortal, yet as he saw the huge eyes of the hobbit listening to their talk
he smiled.
"You are still special even in this world."
Snickering Methos repeated the age-old phrase he had told Duncan for about a thousand times since
they had met.
"I am just a normal guy!"
"Where does this sudden modesty come from Mr. I Knew Socrates, I Slept With Lucrezia Borgia, I
Met Alexander And He Wasn't That Great?"
"I never said I slept with Lucrezia Borgia. Of course, she wanted to sleep with me but I am not easily
seduced, you know…"
Duncan saw the look in his friends eyes and couldn't help but laughing out loud at that comment. 'And
he says he's just a normal guy.'
By the time he had finished laughing they had reached their resting camp and a small fire was lit to
enable them to prepare some food. While Theoden's men cooked, the hobbits chatted and everybody
was somehow occupied, Aragorn sat next to Legolas.
"We need to talk Legolas, will you join me for a short walk?"
Not showing any of his emotions the elf rose to his feet and followed the ranger.
'Are you going to tell me know, that it was nice, but there is Arwen and you are deeply sorry but…'
Legolas could not hide the pain and fear he felt and the emotions showed clearly in his eyes.
Despite the fading light, Aragorn saw the darkness and the shadows in the beautiful eyes of the elf and
without thinking he reached out for the slender yet strong hand. Urging Legolas to sit down with him
and for a moment they just sat there looking into each other's eyes.
"What is it that pains you so Legolas? Did I do something wrong?"
The gentle question startled the elf so that he answered without thinking.
"I am afraid that I will lose you, for when this quest is over you will go on and marry Arwen, I know
that this is the way you mortal deal with relations, you finish one and go on, yet I cannot do this. I fear
I have lost myself too deep in you already."
The whispered words were hard to hear, yet Aragorn did and they made him rejoice for he knew now
that Legolas truly loved him. Cupping the pale face with his hand and in doing so, forcing the elf to
look into his eyes he began to explain.
"When I told Arwen that I had promised Frodo my sword in his fight against the dark lord, she told me
that she had long known about this. And then she told me something else: 'When the living come back
from the dead, you will know where your way leads you. You will find your other side and have to
decide.' I did not understand the meaning of her words then, yet now I do.
I told her then, that in her I had found my other side, but she told me that this was not true and if I were
honest to myself I would know it. She was right Legolas for it is not her that is my other side, it is
you!"
While he spoke his eyes had held the elf's eyes and he had seen the change in them from fear to shock
to joy. Yet there was still uncertainty in them and Legolas next words confirmed this.
"So you are not bound to her?"
"No, Legolas I am not. I am bound to you in my soul and heart and even if that is all we will ever have
it is more than any official binding will ever mean."
Kissing the elf gently, Aragorn pulled away after a moment for his fear had not been silenced and it
was his turn to talk and to ask questions. Yet he was unsure how to form the words and turning away
from the fair prince staring into the darkness he began to speak.
"Do you regret what happened? Do you regret that you fell for a somebody that is less valuable than
you?"
Shocked at those words Legolas looked at the ranger and reached out to touch his black hair.
"Aragorn what are you saying? You are not less worthy than I am indeed I am the one that should feel
that way. Never question my love for you for it is deep and I am too bound to you in soul and heart."
The ranger's heart rejoiced, yet an uncertainty remained.
"You do not mind that I am mortal?"
"I feel a great sadness at the thought, yet not for I am feeling that the elves are above the race of men.
The sadness in me is for the fact that one day I will remain alone."
Shivering at that thought Legolas turned towards the man before him and whispered almost feverishly.
"I wished I could do as the Peredhil's children and choose a mortal life, yet this choice is not given to
me."
"Do not trouble you with thoughts about this for we both do not know what tomorrow will bring. Let
me love you tonight and remove the dark thoughts from your mind."
With those words he gently pulled the elf closer to himself and kissed the soft lips.
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"We should probably move I am not into this 'Watcher – business'."
Duncan's comment made Methos smile and they moved away from the place where the two lovers
kissed.
Sending one last glance back to the couple, Methos looked at the Scot.
"Do you think we should tell him?"
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****What does Methos mean? What do you think?
I was sure, that I would never want to write again after handing in my 200 pages thesis, yet it seems as
if I was mistaken…
Please review!
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Aragorn wanted nothing more than to talk with Legolas, yet with the dwarf sitting behind the elf, he
knew that a real and honest conversation would not be possible. 'If it is possible at all.' The elf's mood
had changed drastically and Aragorn was seriously worried by now for Legolas had not spoken to him
since they had left Isengard.
He heard Methos talking to Merry and was not surprised when the ancient man rejected the use of the
word 'hero' and gave some of his wisdom to the small hobbit.
'He would be a more suitable partner for Legolas than you are.' The thought that suddenly crossed his
mind shook him to the core and he stiffed unconsciously. Even though he berated himself mentally he
couldn't help sending a threatening glance towards the old immortal. Yet it was Duncan and not
Methos who saw that look and sent a confused one back.
Slowing his horse until he was next to Aragorn, the highlander fixed the future king with his brown
eyes. Aragorn felt himself being x-rayed by those eyes and he could not say that he liked the feeling,
yet as he shifted in his saddle the piercing glance changed and Duncan smiled.
"Sometime you are easy to read, son of Arathorn, but believe me, neither I nor Methos have any
interest in him."
"I know, yet I feel that something has changed since this morning and I cannot help but wondering
whether he feels that I am unworthy for him. I am just a man and he's…"
"I know what you mean, hell do you know how I felt in the beginning of my relationship with Methos?
He is so much older and has seen so much that I felt like a child. And yet, once I realized that he loves
me, it didn't matter anymore."
Aragorn looked at the handsome immortal that talked so easily about his feelings and wished he could
do so too.
"You know though, I am the wrong person to discuss this with, you should talk with Legolas!"
After those words, Duncan rode faster and reclaimed his place next to Methos. Aragorn rode quietly
behind them listening to their conversation.
"Mac, I already thought we had lost you, did you fall of the horse?"
The Scot didn't even bother to answer that question, instead asked one of his own.
"Do you think they've deleted us from their database by now or better, you think they've deleted me?"
"I don't know, really I don't care cause it does not matter whether you are in the database or not. What
concerns me more it Joe, he must be thinking we are dead."
They were silent for a moment as they thought of their friend. Then Methos picked their conversation
up again.
"You know, I kind of like this world, there are immortals and sword fighter and other interesting
people, so we are not something strange or special. Isn't it nice for a change not having to hide?"
Duncan agreed with the older immortal, yet as he saw the huge eyes of the hobbit listening to their talk
he smiled.
"You are still special even in this world."
Snickering Methos repeated the age-old phrase he had told Duncan for about a thousand times since
they had met.
"I am just a normal guy!"
"Where does this sudden modesty come from Mr. I Knew Socrates, I Slept With Lucrezia Borgia, I
Met Alexander And He Wasn't That Great?"
"I never said I slept with Lucrezia Borgia. Of course, she wanted to sleep with me but I am not easily
seduced, you know…"
Duncan saw the look in his friends eyes and couldn't help but laughing out loud at that comment. 'And
he says he's just a normal guy.'
By the time he had finished laughing they had reached their resting camp and a small fire was lit to
enable them to prepare some food. While Theoden's men cooked, the hobbits chatted and everybody
was somehow occupied, Aragorn sat next to Legolas.
"We need to talk Legolas, will you join me for a short walk?"
Not showing any of his emotions the elf rose to his feet and followed the ranger.
'Are you going to tell me know, that it was nice, but there is Arwen and you are deeply sorry but…'
Legolas could not hide the pain and fear he felt and the emotions showed clearly in his eyes.
Despite the fading light, Aragorn saw the darkness and the shadows in the beautiful eyes of the elf and
without thinking he reached out for the slender yet strong hand. Urging Legolas to sit down with him
and for a moment they just sat there looking into each other's eyes.
"What is it that pains you so Legolas? Did I do something wrong?"
The gentle question startled the elf so that he answered without thinking.
"I am afraid that I will lose you, for when this quest is over you will go on and marry Arwen, I know
that this is the way you mortal deal with relations, you finish one and go on, yet I cannot do this. I fear
I have lost myself too deep in you already."
The whispered words were hard to hear, yet Aragorn did and they made him rejoice for he knew now
that Legolas truly loved him. Cupping the pale face with his hand and in doing so, forcing the elf to
look into his eyes he began to explain.
"When I told Arwen that I had promised Frodo my sword in his fight against the dark lord, she told me
that she had long known about this. And then she told me something else: 'When the living come back
from the dead, you will know where your way leads you. You will find your other side and have to
decide.' I did not understand the meaning of her words then, yet now I do.
I told her then, that in her I had found my other side, but she told me that this was not true and if I were
honest to myself I would know it. She was right Legolas for it is not her that is my other side, it is
you!"
While he spoke his eyes had held the elf's eyes and he had seen the change in them from fear to shock
to joy. Yet there was still uncertainty in them and Legolas next words confirmed this.
"So you are not bound to her?"
"No, Legolas I am not. I am bound to you in my soul and heart and even if that is all we will ever have
it is more than any official binding will ever mean."
Kissing the elf gently, Aragorn pulled away after a moment for his fear had not been silenced and it
was his turn to talk and to ask questions. Yet he was unsure how to form the words and turning away
from the fair prince staring into the darkness he began to speak.
"Do you regret what happened? Do you regret that you fell for a somebody that is less valuable than
you?"
Shocked at those words Legolas looked at the ranger and reached out to touch his black hair.
"Aragorn what are you saying? You are not less worthy than I am indeed I am the one that should feel
that way. Never question my love for you for it is deep and I am too bound to you in soul and heart."
The ranger's heart rejoiced, yet an uncertainty remained.
"You do not mind that I am mortal?"
"I feel a great sadness at the thought, yet not for I am feeling that the elves are above the race of men.
The sadness in me is for the fact that one day I will remain alone."
Shivering at that thought Legolas turned towards the man before him and whispered almost feverishly.
"I wished I could do as the Peredhil's children and choose a mortal life, yet this choice is not given to
me."
"Do not trouble you with thoughts about this for we both do not know what tomorrow will bring. Let
me love you tonight and remove the dark thoughts from your mind."
With those words he gently pulled the elf closer to himself and kissed the soft lips.
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"We should probably move I am not into this 'Watcher – business'."
Duncan's comment made Methos smile and they moved away from the place where the two lovers
kissed.
Sending one last glance back to the couple, Methos looked at the Scot.
"Do you think we should tell him?"
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****What does Methos mean? What do you think?