Language and lemon warning! (Well it's more fluff, but hey when life
gives you lemons use them! He He He!) I hope you enjoy this chapter,
because this is when the F/L slash comes into play! Enjoy!
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It was getting dark as we crossed the gap of Rohan. Aragorn and Gandalf led the company, and Faramir and I brought up the rear. I didn't mind, but I wished for some time alone to sort out my thoughts. Despite all this I noticed Faramir was gazing at the plains, a wistful look on his face.
"Do you miss your lady?" I asked in elvish.
"A little."
"Only a little? Do you no love her?"
"I love her, yes, but she is strong willed and stubborn. She and Aragorn were made for each other, and I don't know why she chose me. Maybe it's because I was second best…I'm always second best." He sighed. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a fool."
"No," I said but thoughts were spinning inside of my head. Ewoyn and Aragorn? That didn't make much sense. My gaze kept on drifting back to Faramir. No this was not right! He's a friend…A very good friend…NO! Just a friend…
"Have you ever been in love Legolas?" asked Faramir, bringing me back to reality.
I wondered what to say. And the internal conflict began again. Should I tell him about my relationship with Aragorn? What would he say? If you tell him you'll push him away…No he'll understand, it doesn't matter…You can't admit it to yourself Legolas, it does matter…he matters…don't tell him…
"I did love someone, and actually still do," I finally blurted out.
"You speak as if she doesn't return your feelings."
"They did at one point in time, but I'm not so sure anymore." I said, putting a little too much emphasis on the word they.
"I'm sorry," said Faramir, seeing all my pain and sadness in my eyes.
"No, it's alright. I actually understand how you feel. My relationship was a lot like yours, always being placed second."
"I'm glad, for I felt all my worries were childish."
"Believe me, if anyone's childish it's Aragorn."
"Why do you hold a grudge towards Elassar?"
"Damn it!" I cursed myself under my breath. But at the same time I felt angry with him. Why was he meddling in my business? "That is none of your concern!" I snapped, galloping forward.
"It is very much my concern," he said, grabbing my horse's reins. "You are happy and cheerful one moment and the next you're angry and depressed. If you don't sort this out you might be dead soon. And I couldn't bear that, knowing that I could help you."
I cursed his intelligence, knowing I couldn't keep my secret hidden from him much longer. But then I felt so happy, which was strange. Does he like me? I think he does…Just look at the way he's staring at you…
"I simply," I began. Tell him…Don't tell him…He likes you…You'll push him away…
"Ask Aragorn!" I screamed before kicking my horse, desperate to get away. But he caught the reins again, a little harder than he intended too. I fell backwards off it landing in the dirt. Whinnying in fright, the horse bolted after the others. "What are you doing?" I asked. "The others may need us…"
"They'll be fine. Aragorn will protect them." When he said Aragorn's name I flinched, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"Why should I ask Aragorn?" asked Faramir, sternly. "What does he have to do with anything?"
"He's everything!" I yelled. "He's my lover!" I was in shock at what I had said, but the damage was done.
"Your…your lover?" asked Faramir weakly.
"Former lover," I corrected him, drying my tears.
"He left you for Arwen didn't he?" I nodded. "I told him that he was to prideful for his own good. I told him he would loose something so special someday…" He stared at me for a moment an then exploded. "God damn him, that fucking bastard! I'm going to shove my foot so far up…" I grabbed his arm, scared. There was a light in his eyes that I had only seen once before, the night when Boromir attacked me.
"Please Faramir, I'm ok. Don't…"
He breathed in heavily before speaking. "He left you. If I had a chance to have you I wouldn't leave you for all Middle earth. You're so brave, sweet, beautiful…"
What was I hearing? Did he want me? Or was it just raving madness?
"Do you truly mean that?" I asked
"Would I lie to you?" he asked before kissing me hard. My eyes flew open. God this tasted so good. I moaned softly as he lowered me to the ground, desire shining in his eyes.
He's going to hurt you…You can trust him, he's not like Aragorn…He's married…These thoughts ran through my head as he kissed my neck. But then both of the voices stopped when he began to remove my leggings.
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It was getting dark as we crossed the gap of Rohan. Aragorn and Gandalf led the company, and Faramir and I brought up the rear. I didn't mind, but I wished for some time alone to sort out my thoughts. Despite all this I noticed Faramir was gazing at the plains, a wistful look on his face.
"Do you miss your lady?" I asked in elvish.
"A little."
"Only a little? Do you no love her?"
"I love her, yes, but she is strong willed and stubborn. She and Aragorn were made for each other, and I don't know why she chose me. Maybe it's because I was second best…I'm always second best." He sighed. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a fool."
"No," I said but thoughts were spinning inside of my head. Ewoyn and Aragorn? That didn't make much sense. My gaze kept on drifting back to Faramir. No this was not right! He's a friend…A very good friend…NO! Just a friend…
"Have you ever been in love Legolas?" asked Faramir, bringing me back to reality.
I wondered what to say. And the internal conflict began again. Should I tell him about my relationship with Aragorn? What would he say? If you tell him you'll push him away…No he'll understand, it doesn't matter…You can't admit it to yourself Legolas, it does matter…he matters…don't tell him…
"I did love someone, and actually still do," I finally blurted out.
"You speak as if she doesn't return your feelings."
"They did at one point in time, but I'm not so sure anymore." I said, putting a little too much emphasis on the word they.
"I'm sorry," said Faramir, seeing all my pain and sadness in my eyes.
"No, it's alright. I actually understand how you feel. My relationship was a lot like yours, always being placed second."
"I'm glad, for I felt all my worries were childish."
"Believe me, if anyone's childish it's Aragorn."
"Why do you hold a grudge towards Elassar?"
"Damn it!" I cursed myself under my breath. But at the same time I felt angry with him. Why was he meddling in my business? "That is none of your concern!" I snapped, galloping forward.
"It is very much my concern," he said, grabbing my horse's reins. "You are happy and cheerful one moment and the next you're angry and depressed. If you don't sort this out you might be dead soon. And I couldn't bear that, knowing that I could help you."
I cursed his intelligence, knowing I couldn't keep my secret hidden from him much longer. But then I felt so happy, which was strange. Does he like me? I think he does…Just look at the way he's staring at you…
"I simply," I began. Tell him…Don't tell him…He likes you…You'll push him away…
"Ask Aragorn!" I screamed before kicking my horse, desperate to get away. But he caught the reins again, a little harder than he intended too. I fell backwards off it landing in the dirt. Whinnying in fright, the horse bolted after the others. "What are you doing?" I asked. "The others may need us…"
"They'll be fine. Aragorn will protect them." When he said Aragorn's name I flinched, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"Why should I ask Aragorn?" asked Faramir, sternly. "What does he have to do with anything?"
"He's everything!" I yelled. "He's my lover!" I was in shock at what I had said, but the damage was done.
"Your…your lover?" asked Faramir weakly.
"Former lover," I corrected him, drying my tears.
"He left you for Arwen didn't he?" I nodded. "I told him that he was to prideful for his own good. I told him he would loose something so special someday…" He stared at me for a moment an then exploded. "God damn him, that fucking bastard! I'm going to shove my foot so far up…" I grabbed his arm, scared. There was a light in his eyes that I had only seen once before, the night when Boromir attacked me.
"Please Faramir, I'm ok. Don't…"
He breathed in heavily before speaking. "He left you. If I had a chance to have you I wouldn't leave you for all Middle earth. You're so brave, sweet, beautiful…"
What was I hearing? Did he want me? Or was it just raving madness?
"Do you truly mean that?" I asked
"Would I lie to you?" he asked before kissing me hard. My eyes flew open. God this tasted so good. I moaned softly as he lowered me to the ground, desire shining in his eyes.
He's going to hurt you…You can trust him, he's not like Aragorn…He's married…These thoughts ran through my head as he kissed my neck. But then both of the voices stopped when he began to remove my leggings.