Note: Any unknown characters are mine! This story primarily focuses on
Aradia and Ullin/Seiren, but Legolas and Aragorn will be in some of it.
Shounen ai between L/A! Takes place + - 108 years after 'The Darkest
Night', and contains a few spoilers for that story. Basically, everyone
lived through it. The Hobbits, Gimli, and Gandalf are dead (from old age).
Someone pointed a typo where I wrote "… Elessar and Legolas currently
swept…" instead of slept, so I had to repost it. *sweatdrops* Sorry about
that.
Matters of the Heart
Prologue
A.J. Matthews
Ullin patrolled through the dark hallways of the Elven kingdom of Mirkwood. He wore a blue shirt, with dark green leggings. His sword hung on his hip, and his long red hair hung loose for once, as he ensured the safety of the royal family.
He'd already done his routine check near his king's room, where Elessar and Legolas currently slept, so Ullin headed silently towards the kitchen.
A muffled sound coming from Princess Aradia's room stopped him cold in front of it.
Ullin hesitated for a few moments before tapping on the door softly.
The sound ceased, and the princess softly asked, "Who is it?" Her voice sounded strange.
"Tis I, princess," Ullin said. "Are you all right?" He was concerned for her, for he was sworn to protect her above all else.
"Come in," Aradia invited.
Ullin opened the wooden door and entered.
Aradia sat in a chair by the window. She turned to face the Elven guard.
Her long, dark hair hung freely about her face, and she wore a pale blue nightgown, which hung below her knees. Her face was pale, and grief shone in her eyes, which were the exact shade of Aragorn's.
"What is wrong, princess?" Ullin asked gently, as he crossed the room and took one of her small hands in his.
"He's left me," Aradia told Ullin as she stood. The normally composed and strong daughter of Aragorn seemed lost for words. "Galen has left. He told me that he has fallen in love with someone else."
"I'm so sorry, princess…" Ullin instinctively put his arms around the quavering young girl, who leaned into his embrace.
A few tears dripped out of her eyes. "I suppose I was a fool for hoping that he might choose me," she said. Her composure completely shattered, as she began to cry against chest of the one person who understood how much she had loved Galen.
Ullin held her tighter. "Everything will be all right, don't worry," he whispered. He ran one of his hands down Aradia's soft, silky dark hair. "Go ahead and cry. It will make you feel better."
They stayed together for a few long moments, as Aradia struggled to stop weeping.
"You must think me weak," Aradia said, with a half smile, as Ullin wiped her tears away.
"No, princess," Ullin said gently. "You are strong and brave, just like your father. Tis not a weakness to cry for losing a loved one."
Aradia smiled at her protector and her friend… The only one she confided in. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Ullin," she said gratefully.
"I'll always be here for you, princess. I promise you that," Ullin told her earnestly.
Aradia stayed in his warm arms, as tears came into her eyes once more. She knew that she was safe with him and that he would protect her with his life. Aradia also knew Ullin also would keep it a secret of how she cried this night when the one she loved had forsaken her for another without her asking him too. He was such a dear friend to her, and had always been there for as long as she could remember. Aradia couldn't imagine life without him.
Ullin cradled the young girl against him, murmuring soothing words, as Aradia eventually cried herself to sleep in his arms.
He didn't know when his feelings had changed for the princess.
As a child, Aradia had always insisted on tagging along with him. He'd been fond of the young girl, so he had amiably agreed to having her accompany him.
Ullin was primarily her protector instead of his king's or Elessar's.
It was he who had aided her when Aradia had difficultly mastering the use of weapons that both Elessar and Aragorn had wanted her to know how to use, in the event that she ever needed to defend herself as Aradia grew older.
She was so like her mother, the dead Arwen, who was gone but never forgotten.
It seemed that Aradia grew more like Arwen every day and became more beautiful.
She was a perfect blend of Aragorn and Arwen, with their dark hair, Aragorn's dark grey eyes, and pale skin and ears just like her mother's.
Aradia had nobility showing through her. She fought for what was fair and just, heedless of the consequences. With the quiet dignity and understanding that Arwen had possessed, as well as the determination of her father, Aradia would one day be a fine queen, Ullin knew.
His feelings had changed through the years, growing from affection and loyalty to love and understanding.
But he said not a word, for free of hurting Aradia or himself.
The mere Captain of the royal Elven guards could never marry a princess. Even if he truly loved her. And even if he possessed magical powers, almost as powerful as Legolas's own.
Even though he had played a major role in saving the lives of Legolas and Aragorn in the battle against Motarasu, Ullin asked for no recognition. It was enough for him that he returned the two lovers safely to Aradia.
So the red-haired elf contented himself to be as close to her as he could, like tonight, as he comforted her.
And it must be enough for him that he was Aradia's closest friend.
The elf gently picked Aradia up and carried her to her bed. She was light in his arms, as he pulled the covers back and laid her down gently. Ullin covered her with the blankets, and smoothed them.
His hand reached out of his own accord, as he gently touched Aradia's face, tracing the delicate features.
'I will always be here, Aradia,' Ullin whispered softly in Elvish. 'And I will forever wait, in vain hope.' His brown eyes flashed amethyst for a moment, as he silently crossed the room and blew out the candles.
Darkness fell, and Ullin soundlessly walked over to the door and shut it after leaving.
Yes, Ullin would forever wait.
And on the day that Aradia wed another, Ullin knew he would die of grief.
But that was the price of love, which Ullin willingly accepted. He would love no other as he loved Aradia.
As he continued his rounds, the red-haired elf was unaware that eyes had watched him in the princess's room.
Two pairs of eyes, in fact.
Emerald green, and dark grey.
To be continued (maybe)
Matters of the Heart
Prologue
A.J. Matthews
Ullin patrolled through the dark hallways of the Elven kingdom of Mirkwood. He wore a blue shirt, with dark green leggings. His sword hung on his hip, and his long red hair hung loose for once, as he ensured the safety of the royal family.
He'd already done his routine check near his king's room, where Elessar and Legolas currently slept, so Ullin headed silently towards the kitchen.
A muffled sound coming from Princess Aradia's room stopped him cold in front of it.
Ullin hesitated for a few moments before tapping on the door softly.
The sound ceased, and the princess softly asked, "Who is it?" Her voice sounded strange.
"Tis I, princess," Ullin said. "Are you all right?" He was concerned for her, for he was sworn to protect her above all else.
"Come in," Aradia invited.
Ullin opened the wooden door and entered.
Aradia sat in a chair by the window. She turned to face the Elven guard.
Her long, dark hair hung freely about her face, and she wore a pale blue nightgown, which hung below her knees. Her face was pale, and grief shone in her eyes, which were the exact shade of Aragorn's.
"What is wrong, princess?" Ullin asked gently, as he crossed the room and took one of her small hands in his.
"He's left me," Aradia told Ullin as she stood. The normally composed and strong daughter of Aragorn seemed lost for words. "Galen has left. He told me that he has fallen in love with someone else."
"I'm so sorry, princess…" Ullin instinctively put his arms around the quavering young girl, who leaned into his embrace.
A few tears dripped out of her eyes. "I suppose I was a fool for hoping that he might choose me," she said. Her composure completely shattered, as she began to cry against chest of the one person who understood how much she had loved Galen.
Ullin held her tighter. "Everything will be all right, don't worry," he whispered. He ran one of his hands down Aradia's soft, silky dark hair. "Go ahead and cry. It will make you feel better."
They stayed together for a few long moments, as Aradia struggled to stop weeping.
"You must think me weak," Aradia said, with a half smile, as Ullin wiped her tears away.
"No, princess," Ullin said gently. "You are strong and brave, just like your father. Tis not a weakness to cry for losing a loved one."
Aradia smiled at her protector and her friend… The only one she confided in. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Ullin," she said gratefully.
"I'll always be here for you, princess. I promise you that," Ullin told her earnestly.
Aradia stayed in his warm arms, as tears came into her eyes once more. She knew that she was safe with him and that he would protect her with his life. Aradia also knew Ullin also would keep it a secret of how she cried this night when the one she loved had forsaken her for another without her asking him too. He was such a dear friend to her, and had always been there for as long as she could remember. Aradia couldn't imagine life without him.
Ullin cradled the young girl against him, murmuring soothing words, as Aradia eventually cried herself to sleep in his arms.
He didn't know when his feelings had changed for the princess.
As a child, Aradia had always insisted on tagging along with him. He'd been fond of the young girl, so he had amiably agreed to having her accompany him.
Ullin was primarily her protector instead of his king's or Elessar's.
It was he who had aided her when Aradia had difficultly mastering the use of weapons that both Elessar and Aragorn had wanted her to know how to use, in the event that she ever needed to defend herself as Aradia grew older.
She was so like her mother, the dead Arwen, who was gone but never forgotten.
It seemed that Aradia grew more like Arwen every day and became more beautiful.
She was a perfect blend of Aragorn and Arwen, with their dark hair, Aragorn's dark grey eyes, and pale skin and ears just like her mother's.
Aradia had nobility showing through her. She fought for what was fair and just, heedless of the consequences. With the quiet dignity and understanding that Arwen had possessed, as well as the determination of her father, Aradia would one day be a fine queen, Ullin knew.
His feelings had changed through the years, growing from affection and loyalty to love and understanding.
But he said not a word, for free of hurting Aradia or himself.
The mere Captain of the royal Elven guards could never marry a princess. Even if he truly loved her. And even if he possessed magical powers, almost as powerful as Legolas's own.
Even though he had played a major role in saving the lives of Legolas and Aragorn in the battle against Motarasu, Ullin asked for no recognition. It was enough for him that he returned the two lovers safely to Aradia.
So the red-haired elf contented himself to be as close to her as he could, like tonight, as he comforted her.
And it must be enough for him that he was Aradia's closest friend.
The elf gently picked Aradia up and carried her to her bed. She was light in his arms, as he pulled the covers back and laid her down gently. Ullin covered her with the blankets, and smoothed them.
His hand reached out of his own accord, as he gently touched Aradia's face, tracing the delicate features.
'I will always be here, Aradia,' Ullin whispered softly in Elvish. 'And I will forever wait, in vain hope.' His brown eyes flashed amethyst for a moment, as he silently crossed the room and blew out the candles.
Darkness fell, and Ullin soundlessly walked over to the door and shut it after leaving.
Yes, Ullin would forever wait.
And on the day that Aradia wed another, Ullin knew he would die of grief.
But that was the price of love, which Ullin willingly accepted. He would love no other as he loved Aradia.
As he continued his rounds, the red-haired elf was unaware that eyes had watched him in the princess's room.
Two pairs of eyes, in fact.
Emerald green, and dark grey.
To be continued (maybe)