disclaimers: even common sense is not needed to know that lotr isn't mine and
never will be mine.
a/n: i planned to make a short fic in tribute to the artist that is no other
than viggo mortensen, yet it became an lotr fic about the character that he
portrayed. forgive my spanish, i know nothing of it. El Corona de Hombre
is supposed to be understood as The Crown of Men. please correct me if
it's not correctly used, or.. whatever. just tell me! ^__^
i used some snippets from the book (besides bilbo's poem) and the movie. you
have very keen eyes and memory if you spot them. ^__^ *lol* this is based from
both book and movie.
'single quotation marks are words in elvish'
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
A KING AT LAST__________
part 1: el corona de hombre
"He is no mere ranger." The Elf stated, leaving his seat, and looked evenly at Boromir.
There was immediate silence as soon as those words left his lips. All that were present had looked upon Legolas, a messenger from his father, Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. If it was the quiet air of nobility around him, the determined look on his face, or just the strength in his uttered words alone that made them all unspeaking, one couldn't be sure of.
The Man of Gondor turned to the Elf. Surely, the ranger couldn't be more than what he seemed as the Elf had said. He wanted to respond, but it looked as if he, too, was rendered speechless by the way those words were spoken, so full of power.
"He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor." His eyes never leaving Boromir he continued, "You owe him your allegiance."
Frodo's eyes widened slightly. His head immediately snapped to where Strider was sitting. He had known that Strider was certainly more that what he seemed, but it had not occurred to him that he was indeed much, much more!
Legolas maintained his proud stand in front of Boromir of Gondor. He watched the brief transition in the Man's eyes, from that of pride and honor to slight disbelief. He held high respect for Aragorn. Seeing and hearing others wrongly place themselves above him is not something he'd tolerate as his friend. Aragorn deserves far more respect that what was being given to him.
'Havo dad, Legolas.' Aragorn said with a gentle wave of his hand, using a language unknown to Boromir. 'Twas a humble command.
Legolas then turned to the Man in question when he addressed him. And at that short moment, with such small gesture, he had seen more of the king in him than he'd been able to glimpse at before.
The Elf then nodded to him, his eyes telling Aragorn that he only heeded at his request. Had he not stopped Legolas, he'd make sure Boromir realizes Aragorn's honor, his place and what he clearly was and would be.
Boromir turned to Aragorn, who had not said anything in reply to what had already been said of him. Half of the council had their eyes on the last descendant of Númenor, silently studying the quiet king. And half was turned to him. He hadn't felt so trapped under other's scrutiny ever before in his life. He continued to hold his head high and said, "Gondor have gone long enough without a king," He walked over to his seat and before sitting down, he added, "She needs no king."
Bilbo frowned and stirred impatiently in his seat, annoyed on his friend's behalf. Deciding that it was his turn to stand up in his friend's defense, he did so. And for a hobbit so small compared to a towering height of an Elf or Man, he stood as tall as he could, with all his courage, and said,
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;"
He stopped when someone continued. He looked back towards his side and Frodo, who seemed to be reaching to his mind for the words, delivered the next lines,
"The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Looking back to the rest of the council, Bilbo continued, Frodo joining him.
"From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,"
"Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,"
The soft voice of Legolas continued, stopping both hobbits, his look and tone a bit thoughtful as his eyes was cast downwards. He paused a moment, and only the chirping of the birds in a nearby tree together with the soft singing of the flowing waters were heard.
Then raising his eyes, now full of assurance and trust, he met Aragorn's own. And with renewed certainty and conviction, he continued, soft and slowly, yet it seemed it was announced so loudly to those who heard it that the effect of it was clear.
"The crownless again shall be king."
The sun was nearing it peak, for only a few hours were left ere noon. In the distance, the sounds of playful birds, their merry chirping and the soft flapping of their wings, seemed to echo in the open space of the place of their council. No one spoke for each was taking in the words that had been said and the stories that had been told since that morning.
And all looked upon Aragorn, son of Arathorn in a whole new light.
to be continued...
a/n: no intricate plots, no long deep musings and thinking, no action or romance, just plain and simple fics on aragorn and his identity, his doubt and acceptance, and friendship (of course legolas being one of my fav. char, he'll certainly be here as well).
you owe him your allegiance, is one line that makes you look at legolas in an oh-so-great manner. the way orlando delivered it was so powerful and so strong it immediately got my attention. actually his short speech before that also did get my attention.
*havo dad, legolas - sit down, legolas* and this line of aragorn, viggo said it so gently yet it carried a kingly grace and the way he waved his hand is just so fitting for a humble king.