Disclaimer: Not my characters. I am not Tolkien nor am I related to that
wonderful author. And I am quite aware over the fact that Tolkien did not
mean Aragorn and Legolas to be lovers (though with so few women and such
beautiful men, he did kinda ask for it...) Not sure if all information I
lay in this fic is correct. I would appreciate a review. This story is set
before 'Oh Lover! Why did I let you go?'. Your reviews will tell me if I
should write more on this story or leave it there. The song 'All for Love'
is not mine, but written but belongs to Rod Steward, Sting and Bryan Adams.
-------------------Love or Lust?----------------
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When it's love you give
(I'll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)
I'll be the rock you can build on,
Be there when you're old,
To have and to hold.
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"You cannot forsake love for lust, Aragorn," the Elf said as they sat by the beautiful river Bruinen just where it met Mitheithel east of Imladris. The wind was blowing softly over the slightly chilled water but the Elf did neither not notice or he did not care as he sat on a rock with his feet in the cold stream.
Aragorn almost shivered as he watched Legolas' feet in the water he knew was cold enough to make it feel for any Man like a thousand daggers were being pricked into skin. "Arwen she is...so beautiful. And kind. Her skin is so soft, Legolas. It feels like my fingers get sucked into it or numbed. I cannot think straight around her. Her beauty devastates me...Have you never experienced love, my friend? I have fallen in love with the Nigh!" he cried out with joy, calling his love to the Valar if he had to.
Legolas did feel a thousand daggers, but in his heart, not his feet. He stood up and went to the soft grass, sitting there to look at his friend and now former lover. Former lover? The words cut into his heart like an arrow of bitter sorrow. He knew this day would come, but he had never guessed Arwen would be the one. He had always looked at Aragorn and Arwen as brothers and sisters, not potential husband and wife. He lay down on the grass and closed his eyes against the sun.
Aragorn looked down at Legolas, observing the slim Elf there on the grass. He was breathing slowly and even and you could hardly see his chest move. His eyelashes rested on his cheek in a way Aragorn had never seen. For he was always asleep before Legolas and had never really seen him with his eyes closed. Not that Elves closed their eyes when they went to sleep. But Legolas sometimes closed his eyes when he was thinking. He watched that breathtaking face and was filled with an odd feeling. So he knelt down and kissed those lips, but he was not responded to.
"No, Aragorn," Legolas sat and pushed the Man away, using little of his own strength. "I care not to be a secret lover. You have chosen the Night, you cannot have the Day," he stood slowly up and looked down at Aragorn. "Come. let us return to Imladris..." he held out his hand and helped Aragorn up. "And we shall see Arwen and you will pour your heart out to her"
Aragorn smiled and walked to the horses but Legolas looked over the river. He wanted to throw himself out in it and drown but he did not. He would not be beaten down by love towards a Man he knew he could never have. So he took a breath, walked lightly over to his horse, Seere, and mounted him. Aragorn smiled and drove the heels into his horse and rode off. Legolas watched and whispered to his own horse and he sat off after the man, wearing no saddle nor reins.
Freedom. He was free again for his own part. But why did it feel like a prison?
-------------------Love or Lust?----------------
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When it's love you give
(I'll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)
I'll be the rock you can build on,
Be there when you're old,
To have and to hold.
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"You cannot forsake love for lust, Aragorn," the Elf said as they sat by the beautiful river Bruinen just where it met Mitheithel east of Imladris. The wind was blowing softly over the slightly chilled water but the Elf did neither not notice or he did not care as he sat on a rock with his feet in the cold stream.
Aragorn almost shivered as he watched Legolas' feet in the water he knew was cold enough to make it feel for any Man like a thousand daggers were being pricked into skin. "Arwen she is...so beautiful. And kind. Her skin is so soft, Legolas. It feels like my fingers get sucked into it or numbed. I cannot think straight around her. Her beauty devastates me...Have you never experienced love, my friend? I have fallen in love with the Nigh!" he cried out with joy, calling his love to the Valar if he had to.
Legolas did feel a thousand daggers, but in his heart, not his feet. He stood up and went to the soft grass, sitting there to look at his friend and now former lover. Former lover? The words cut into his heart like an arrow of bitter sorrow. He knew this day would come, but he had never guessed Arwen would be the one. He had always looked at Aragorn and Arwen as brothers and sisters, not potential husband and wife. He lay down on the grass and closed his eyes against the sun.
Aragorn looked down at Legolas, observing the slim Elf there on the grass. He was breathing slowly and even and you could hardly see his chest move. His eyelashes rested on his cheek in a way Aragorn had never seen. For he was always asleep before Legolas and had never really seen him with his eyes closed. Not that Elves closed their eyes when they went to sleep. But Legolas sometimes closed his eyes when he was thinking. He watched that breathtaking face and was filled with an odd feeling. So he knelt down and kissed those lips, but he was not responded to.
"No, Aragorn," Legolas sat and pushed the Man away, using little of his own strength. "I care not to be a secret lover. You have chosen the Night, you cannot have the Day," he stood slowly up and looked down at Aragorn. "Come. let us return to Imladris..." he held out his hand and helped Aragorn up. "And we shall see Arwen and you will pour your heart out to her"
Aragorn smiled and walked to the horses but Legolas looked over the river. He wanted to throw himself out in it and drown but he did not. He would not be beaten down by love towards a Man he knew he could never have. So he took a breath, walked lightly over to his horse, Seere, and mounted him. Aragorn smiled and drove the heels into his horse and rode off. Legolas watched and whispered to his own horse and he sat off after the man, wearing no saddle nor reins.
Freedom. He was free again for his own part. But why did it feel like a prison?