1 Thanks so much for the reviews. At first I was afraid no one would like
it and I'm so glad you do! I'm also glad that some of you like the idea of
a F/L fic. I'm kind of getting sick of A/L so I wanted to try something
new. I can't believe that I haven't seen a fic with Faramir in it yet. When
I read the Two Towers he became my second favorite character, (next to
Legolas…he he he!) But it may take awhile cause I have to do some
research. (It's been about six months since I read LOTR last. Isn't that
sad?) So anyway this chapter is in Legolas and Aragorn POV, which I will
indicate to you. Enjoy!
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Legolas's POV
The first day of my imprisonment passed slowly. Alana came to visit me twice, bringing food. My back ached terribly and there was nothing I could do about it.
On the second day I woke to the sound of trumpets. Sleepily I went to the window and gasped. It was the human I saw in my dreams! His dark locks clung to his tan face, and his dark eyes twinkled merrily. As I stared at him, I didn't notice he was staring at me too. Suddenly Arwen appeared and led him away. Screaming with rage I didn't even care that I thought another male was beautiful. On a normal day I would have asked myself what I was thinking. But today wasn't a normal day.
Aragorn's POV
I rode up to the castle of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood with mixed feelings. I was glad my father trusted me with more important duties, but a diplomatic mission? I was never cut for long meetings and boring discussions.
Trumpets announced my arrival and I became annoyed. Just because I'm Isildur's heir they have to make a parade. I glanced around at the castle and someone standing in a window caught my eye. It was and elf, his long blonde hair flowing over his bare shoulders. His blue-green eyes bore deeply into my own and I felt as if the world had stopped turning. But I came sharply back to earth when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. It was another elf, except this one had black hair, her large blue eyes focused on my face.
"Welcome Aragorn, son of Arathorn," she said softly.
"Thank you, uh…" I said, not looking at her, but at the blonde elf in the window.
"Arwen,' she said, taking my arm. "Come, I'll show you to the king."
I took one last glance at the elf in the widow. He turned away as if disgusted at the sight of Arwen.
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Legolas's POV
The first day of my imprisonment passed slowly. Alana came to visit me twice, bringing food. My back ached terribly and there was nothing I could do about it.
On the second day I woke to the sound of trumpets. Sleepily I went to the window and gasped. It was the human I saw in my dreams! His dark locks clung to his tan face, and his dark eyes twinkled merrily. As I stared at him, I didn't notice he was staring at me too. Suddenly Arwen appeared and led him away. Screaming with rage I didn't even care that I thought another male was beautiful. On a normal day I would have asked myself what I was thinking. But today wasn't a normal day.
Aragorn's POV
I rode up to the castle of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood with mixed feelings. I was glad my father trusted me with more important duties, but a diplomatic mission? I was never cut for long meetings and boring discussions.
Trumpets announced my arrival and I became annoyed. Just because I'm Isildur's heir they have to make a parade. I glanced around at the castle and someone standing in a window caught my eye. It was and elf, his long blonde hair flowing over his bare shoulders. His blue-green eyes bore deeply into my own and I felt as if the world had stopped turning. But I came sharply back to earth when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. It was another elf, except this one had black hair, her large blue eyes focused on my face.
"Welcome Aragorn, son of Arathorn," she said softly.
"Thank you, uh…" I said, not looking at her, but at the blonde elf in the window.
"Arwen,' she said, taking my arm. "Come, I'll show you to the king."
I took one last glance at the elf in the widow. He turned away as if disgusted at the sight of Arwen.