Shining Hope
Chapter 4
By SunRose
Summary:
The Company races to Gondor, and a startling confession is made.
Disclaimer: This story is slash! A/L, neither of which belong to me! Only the bad, bad Relcifan is mine. ^_~
Notes:
:: reads reviews:: Wow! I love you guys! :: reads them again:: Yay! I love all your comments, and suggestions are really appreciated! Flames will be used to heat water to make coffee, so maybe I can write more soon. ^_^
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The lightening was flashing intensely as the Company pushed onward. They were so close to the borders of Gondor, but Relcifan was pursuing them ruthlessly. He refused to let HIS elf get away. If the Company managed to reach the borders of Gondor, there would be guards there that could drive Relcifan back, so the man's priority was not to let them reach Gondor. He would pour every ounce of his energy into keeping them within his grasp.
Legolas was worried for Aragorn. The wound was paining him, Legolas could tell as much, but Aragorn refused to cease. The rain was pouring down on all their heads, the road was becoming slippery, and Relcifan was gaining on them. The rain and the wind were slowing them down, but Aragorn refused to give up. He would not let anyone else get hurt, especially Legolas. Aragorn unconsciously tightened his arm around the boy. Legolas gripped the arm that was wrapped around his waist. He could feel Aragorn's heart beating against his back as the man leaned forward, urging his horse on. It was almost as if the two's heartbeats were one. Both beating at the same rhythm, both hoping and praying for the other to come through all right.
Relcifan gathered his power in his hands; eight rings could be seen, glowing on his fingers. He raised his arms up to the sky, never ceasing his pursuit. He would not let them get away. The Company would not reach Gondor, alive or dead; they would fall at his feet!
The horses tried to pull back, whinnying in fear. The Company could not understand why, until they too, felt the ground tremble beneath their feet. A great crack was splitting the ground between them and Gondor. The thunder was growling and rumbling in their ears, as if it were some great beast that hunted them and them alone.
"Ride on, Friends! We must ride on!"
Aragorn's voice rode over the thunder, chasing the beasts away. With one last rush of hope and strength, the Company burst forward, each ignoring their exhaustion, only focusing on the goal ahead. They raced towards the rapidly growing gap in the road. Each horse and each pony leapt over, making it (although barely) to the other side. Men's shouts could be heard in the distance, as the horses and their riders collapsed in weariness. Soldiers of Gondor ran up to the fatigued Company, the archers firing down the path, towards anything that moved. For now, the Company was safe.
Relcifan hated to admit it, but he had been beat. His prey had escaped him. But they would not elude him for long. Relcifan would retreat into the darkness to lick at his wounds. Then when he had gathered his strength, he would emerge once more and take what was rightfully his. The eight rings on his hands glittered angrily in the night.
Aragorn was too tired to protest as he was placed in a makeshift bed in the back of a cart. He was too tired for anything. The only thing his mind could register was that Legolas and his friends were safe.
All of the Company was escorted into Gondor and to the palace, where King Arathorn waited anxiously for his son's return. The message from Lord Elrond was important to him, but not as important as his son's life. He would forever regret sending Aragorn out on this journey if it would result in his death. Looking out the window, the king saw a small group of soldiers escorting the tired horses and weak members of Aragorn's party into the courtyard. His eyes scanned the group, searching for his son, and he was horrified to see his limp body being carried in a cart.
Aragorn was sinking in and out of consciousness. There was a black magic on the dagger that still resided in his shoulder. He felt the strong need to get the dagger out, but he had not the strength to pull. He could feel someone put a damp cloth on his face. Although he couldn't see the face, he somehow managed to find his voice.
"Help me. Pull out the dagger…"
His voice was raspy, even to his own ears. He could feel hands wrap around the dagger blade, and at first, they hesitated, but then with a swift pull, they removed the dagger.
Legolas gasped as he held the dagger in his hands. The markings on the handle were covered with Aragorn's blood, but they were clear to Legolas. Hands shaking, he turned the blade around in his hand. He had seen this dagger before.
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The dark haired man with the violent eyes, known as Relcifan, loomed over Legolas. He reached down and grabbed the boy's hair, roughly yanking his head back. None others had been able to tame this boy before. He had been used only when in chains, or unconscious, or else he would bite and kick.
Legolas looked at Relcifan with defiance in his eyes. The man smiled cruelly and slapped Legolas across the face. The elf boy did not flinch. Relcifan and Legolas continued to stare at each other. Relcifan's eyes were glowing, the bright yellow was almost blinding, but Legolas returned his gaze evenly. Snarling, Relcifan bent down and whispered,
"Whore. Worthless meaningless whore. Your life has no purpose but to provide sex for anyone and everyone. You wait and hope for freedom, but what would you do then? I would find you. You know that. You will always submit to me."
Relcifan released Legolas, and began to remove his belt. Several daggers hung on the belt, which were all covered in intricate designs. Everything had the same markings; it was Relcifan's name. Somehow, Legolas had been sure of that. The name was written in some other language that Legolas could have sworn he saw before, but could not recall when. Legolas did not have anymore time to contemplate, for Relcifan struck him again. The man had turned Legolas over onto his stomach, and violated the poor elf. All the while, Relcifan whispered words of submission and hatred, telling Legolas to give in, convincing him that he was worthless, that he had always been worthless. He had no family, no friends, all he had was his body, and if he didn't use it to serve others, to please them, then he would have nothing. Not even life itself.
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Legolas hadn't given in the first night of Relcifan's torture. It was after several months of constant beating that Legolas' spirit was finally broken. Then Relcifan had disappeared for a while, and Legolas had dared to hope that he might have been gone for good. But Relcifan returned again. He laughed at Legolas' idea of hope, crushing the boy's soul, and continuing the torment. Now, he was coming after Legolas, just as he had promised. If Legolas didn't give himself up, Relcifan might do something to hurt Aragorn. That was the thing Legolas least wanted. He looked down towards Aragorn, who was now in a more peaceful sleep. The man looked so regal, so kind, and Legolas didn't want anything to happen to him.
Several days later, Aragorn woke in his own bed. His shoulder was bandaged and it was once more dark. Aragorn groaned and sat up. Boromir, Gandalf, and his father were standing by his bed. Aragorn ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Almost a week, my son."
Aragorn nodded and looked around. Almost as if anticipating his next question, his father lay a comforting hand on his good shoulder.
"Your little friends are all right, Son. And your new friend, Legolas, is with them. They're teaching him the Common Tongue. The boy learns fast! Where did you find him? He's very shy, but very bright!"
Aragorn glanced at Gandalf, who nodded, before responding to his father.
"Actually, Father, he's an elf. He was a… slave…. Who I… bought… I couldn't stand to see him beaten! Speaking of elves," Aragorn was eager to change the subject. Although his reasons were pure, he didn't want to seem immoral by buying a slave. "What did the message from Lord Elrond say?"
"He spoke of the ancient rings. The other eight Rings of Man have been sighted. He doesn't know where yet, his source was unclear."
What King Arathorn did not say was the happier news that the message contained. He didn't wish to tell Aragorn until the plans were final, but Lord Elrond was willing to give his daughter, Arwen, up to a marriage to Aragorn. Arathorn and Elrond were very pleased with the possibility of this arrangement. Arwen was a lovely elven girl and would someday make a wonderful queen. King Arathorn felt that it was right to wait till plans were final to tell Aragorn. Even though Boromir and Gandalf advised him otherwise, he did not listen.
Legolas had finally been able to have a bath. He even got new clothes. But he was still anxious about Relcifan. He knew that the man would come for him, and he would be angry. Legolas knew that it was Relcifan who had tried to stop them along the way, and that it was Relcifan's evil dagger that had almost killed Aragorn. Fortunately, Gandalf's white magic was stronger than just one dagger. If there had been more… Legolas didn't want to think about it, but his mind seemed just seemed to be drawn to the thoughts. He was thrown into a whirlpool of confusion. Relcifan had told him that he must serve people, and provide sexual release, but Aragorn told him that he was his own person and did not have to serve others. Legolas was inclined to believe Aragorn, but as always, Relcifan's doubts were implanted in his mind. What if Legolas' destiny was simply to be used? The young elf knew not what awaited him ahead in his life, but he would not give in to the doubts. Aragorn had helped hope to flourish in him once more, and the healing process had begun.
Aragorn had finally convinced his friends that, with his half-elven blood, he was well enough to be let out of his bed. He wandered through the palace halls, eventually stumbling upon the library. He heard a soft melancholy voice coming from behind one of the tall shelves. Aragorn followed the flowing sound and discovered Legolas sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a book. He was so enraptured in the story, that at first, he did not notice Aragorn approaching. When he did, he gave the man a timid smile.
"Frodo showed me the library. I've been here all day, learning how to read as well as write in the Common Tongue."
Now, Legolas' speech flowed. It wasn't broken, and he didn't pause, fumbling for words. How had he managed to learn to speak to eloquently in just a week? To say that Aragorn was surprised, was an understatement. He had heard that elves were masters of whatever trades they chose, but he never expected one to be able to master an entire language in less than a week! Secretly, Aragorn felt a little jealous, he had hoped to be the one to teach Legolas how to speak the Common Tongue. But after seeing those green eyes sparkle with joy, and that elegant face break into another shy smile, all of Aragorn's thoughts melted away, and he suddenly found himself speechless. Legolas' smile faded, and he gathered his resolve.
"Aragorn… I have to leave."
Aragorn was shocked. Legolas had just gotten to Gondor. He had seemed to be doing fine! There was a light in his eyes, almost as if freedom had also freed his soul! Why would he leave so soon?
"Do not be unhappy, Aragorn. All I want is to be able to help you, just as you helped me."
That did nothing to change Aragorn's confusion. That last time that Legolas had tried to… repay his kindness… he had woken up with the boy in his bed. But now, the boy seemed so sure of himself.
"Aragorn?"
"How is it that you wish to help me?"
"The man that pursued us. He wants me. He must have me, or else he will be angered."
Aragorn was not willing to give up Legolas to some evil magician. For some reason, Aragorn felt a kind of possessiveness towards the elf. It wasn't the same kind of greed that Relcifan felt. Aragorn didn't really understand it. All Aragorn wanted was to have the boy stay by him. That was it. Legolas could do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't leave, but here he was, saying that by leaving he was helping Aragorn.
"And you want to leave?"
"If I do not go and give myself up, he might try to hurt you. I… I do not want that to happen…"
Legolas glanced back down into his book and blushed. The faint rosy hue on his cheeks made him look so sweet and innocent, almost as if the troubles he had once seen had momentarily disappeared from his mind. Aragorn smiled on the outside, but he could feel his heart breaking on the inside. He had known this boy for such a short time, but he knew that if he were to leave, Aragorn would never be the same.
"I'm reading an interesting story."
Aragorn was pulled out of his thoughts. Legolas was still looking down into his book. The elf was gripping it tightly, to prevent his hands from trembling. He didn't look back up at Aragorn, who was suddenly curious.
"Hmm…? Oh, really. What's it about?"
"It's about someone who cared so much about someone, that they were willing to give up everyone for them. It's about love."
Aragorn couldn't tell where this was going. There must be a point, but he didn't feel like trying to figure it out. He hoped it wasn't what it seemed… that would only complicate things. All he wanted was for the elvish youth to promise to stay with him. Simple as that. He decided to let Legolas explain for himself what his point was.
"Yes. Love is a very popular topic for stories."
"Aragorn…"
Legolas' voice was soft and quiet. Aragorn almost feared that, for a second, Legolas had forgotten his freedom and his submissiveness had returned. Of course, Aragorn knew that it would not be that easy to rid Legolas of all of his old feelings and habits, but he was making a very good start.
"Yes, Legolas? What is it?"
"If I were to tell you… that I felt… love… what would you say?"
"I would say that's very good. Love is a wonderful feeling."
Aragorn breath was caught in his throat. He hoped Legolas was NOT going to say what he thought he was going to say. Legolas finally lifted his head up and looked Aragorn full in the eye. The green eyes sparkled and shone with life's most beautiful emotion. Aragorn could feel his heart slow and still. The feeling in those eyes was the one he had dreaded.
"Aragorn?"
"Yes…"
"I love you."
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Another chapter!
What did ya' think?
OK, all questions will be answered in due time. It wouldn't be any fun if I answered them all now! (at least, not fun for me! ^_~ )
And it may seem like Legolas spent his whole life as a slave, but is suddenly all better---- nope. Not true! Wait and see!
Now, please help me out here, folks, does anyone know a page where I can translate phrases into Elvish, because…. Um… obviously, Legolas' first language is Elvish, and I want to be able to have him speak in Elvish, without me having to type in gibberish. ^_^;;;
Anyway, I know that this lil' 'love connection' may seem sudden, but did you ever hear of love at first sight? ^_~ And anyway, didn't ya' notice Aragorn's "Uh-oh" thoughts at the end? ::: cue dramatic music::: Bum bum bum!
Also, and I'd thought I'd never have to say this… Almost everyone gets it, but there's those few people who need it spelled out for them. This story is SLASH. I have labeled it as SLASH and it contains SLASHY content. If you don't like SLASH, don't read it! Gah.
Review and tell me what you think of the new chapter!!!
Luv ya' all!
Chapter 4
By SunRose
Summary:
The Company races to Gondor, and a startling confession is made.
Disclaimer: This story is slash! A/L, neither of which belong to me! Only the bad, bad Relcifan is mine. ^_~
Notes:
:: reads reviews:: Wow! I love you guys! :: reads them again:: Yay! I love all your comments, and suggestions are really appreciated! Flames will be used to heat water to make coffee, so maybe I can write more soon. ^_^
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The lightening was flashing intensely as the Company pushed onward. They were so close to the borders of Gondor, but Relcifan was pursuing them ruthlessly. He refused to let HIS elf get away. If the Company managed to reach the borders of Gondor, there would be guards there that could drive Relcifan back, so the man's priority was not to let them reach Gondor. He would pour every ounce of his energy into keeping them within his grasp.
Legolas was worried for Aragorn. The wound was paining him, Legolas could tell as much, but Aragorn refused to cease. The rain was pouring down on all their heads, the road was becoming slippery, and Relcifan was gaining on them. The rain and the wind were slowing them down, but Aragorn refused to give up. He would not let anyone else get hurt, especially Legolas. Aragorn unconsciously tightened his arm around the boy. Legolas gripped the arm that was wrapped around his waist. He could feel Aragorn's heart beating against his back as the man leaned forward, urging his horse on. It was almost as if the two's heartbeats were one. Both beating at the same rhythm, both hoping and praying for the other to come through all right.
Relcifan gathered his power in his hands; eight rings could be seen, glowing on his fingers. He raised his arms up to the sky, never ceasing his pursuit. He would not let them get away. The Company would not reach Gondor, alive or dead; they would fall at his feet!
The horses tried to pull back, whinnying in fear. The Company could not understand why, until they too, felt the ground tremble beneath their feet. A great crack was splitting the ground between them and Gondor. The thunder was growling and rumbling in their ears, as if it were some great beast that hunted them and them alone.
"Ride on, Friends! We must ride on!"
Aragorn's voice rode over the thunder, chasing the beasts away. With one last rush of hope and strength, the Company burst forward, each ignoring their exhaustion, only focusing on the goal ahead. They raced towards the rapidly growing gap in the road. Each horse and each pony leapt over, making it (although barely) to the other side. Men's shouts could be heard in the distance, as the horses and their riders collapsed in weariness. Soldiers of Gondor ran up to the fatigued Company, the archers firing down the path, towards anything that moved. For now, the Company was safe.
Relcifan hated to admit it, but he had been beat. His prey had escaped him. But they would not elude him for long. Relcifan would retreat into the darkness to lick at his wounds. Then when he had gathered his strength, he would emerge once more and take what was rightfully his. The eight rings on his hands glittered angrily in the night.
Aragorn was too tired to protest as he was placed in a makeshift bed in the back of a cart. He was too tired for anything. The only thing his mind could register was that Legolas and his friends were safe.
All of the Company was escorted into Gondor and to the palace, where King Arathorn waited anxiously for his son's return. The message from Lord Elrond was important to him, but not as important as his son's life. He would forever regret sending Aragorn out on this journey if it would result in his death. Looking out the window, the king saw a small group of soldiers escorting the tired horses and weak members of Aragorn's party into the courtyard. His eyes scanned the group, searching for his son, and he was horrified to see his limp body being carried in a cart.
Aragorn was sinking in and out of consciousness. There was a black magic on the dagger that still resided in his shoulder. He felt the strong need to get the dagger out, but he had not the strength to pull. He could feel someone put a damp cloth on his face. Although he couldn't see the face, he somehow managed to find his voice.
"Help me. Pull out the dagger…"
His voice was raspy, even to his own ears. He could feel hands wrap around the dagger blade, and at first, they hesitated, but then with a swift pull, they removed the dagger.
Legolas gasped as he held the dagger in his hands. The markings on the handle were covered with Aragorn's blood, but they were clear to Legolas. Hands shaking, he turned the blade around in his hand. He had seen this dagger before.
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The dark haired man with the violent eyes, known as Relcifan, loomed over Legolas. He reached down and grabbed the boy's hair, roughly yanking his head back. None others had been able to tame this boy before. He had been used only when in chains, or unconscious, or else he would bite and kick.
Legolas looked at Relcifan with defiance in his eyes. The man smiled cruelly and slapped Legolas across the face. The elf boy did not flinch. Relcifan and Legolas continued to stare at each other. Relcifan's eyes were glowing, the bright yellow was almost blinding, but Legolas returned his gaze evenly. Snarling, Relcifan bent down and whispered,
"Whore. Worthless meaningless whore. Your life has no purpose but to provide sex for anyone and everyone. You wait and hope for freedom, but what would you do then? I would find you. You know that. You will always submit to me."
Relcifan released Legolas, and began to remove his belt. Several daggers hung on the belt, which were all covered in intricate designs. Everything had the same markings; it was Relcifan's name. Somehow, Legolas had been sure of that. The name was written in some other language that Legolas could have sworn he saw before, but could not recall when. Legolas did not have anymore time to contemplate, for Relcifan struck him again. The man had turned Legolas over onto his stomach, and violated the poor elf. All the while, Relcifan whispered words of submission and hatred, telling Legolas to give in, convincing him that he was worthless, that he had always been worthless. He had no family, no friends, all he had was his body, and if he didn't use it to serve others, to please them, then he would have nothing. Not even life itself.
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Legolas hadn't given in the first night of Relcifan's torture. It was after several months of constant beating that Legolas' spirit was finally broken. Then Relcifan had disappeared for a while, and Legolas had dared to hope that he might have been gone for good. But Relcifan returned again. He laughed at Legolas' idea of hope, crushing the boy's soul, and continuing the torment. Now, he was coming after Legolas, just as he had promised. If Legolas didn't give himself up, Relcifan might do something to hurt Aragorn. That was the thing Legolas least wanted. He looked down towards Aragorn, who was now in a more peaceful sleep. The man looked so regal, so kind, and Legolas didn't want anything to happen to him.
Several days later, Aragorn woke in his own bed. His shoulder was bandaged and it was once more dark. Aragorn groaned and sat up. Boromir, Gandalf, and his father were standing by his bed. Aragorn ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Almost a week, my son."
Aragorn nodded and looked around. Almost as if anticipating his next question, his father lay a comforting hand on his good shoulder.
"Your little friends are all right, Son. And your new friend, Legolas, is with them. They're teaching him the Common Tongue. The boy learns fast! Where did you find him? He's very shy, but very bright!"
Aragorn glanced at Gandalf, who nodded, before responding to his father.
"Actually, Father, he's an elf. He was a… slave…. Who I… bought… I couldn't stand to see him beaten! Speaking of elves," Aragorn was eager to change the subject. Although his reasons were pure, he didn't want to seem immoral by buying a slave. "What did the message from Lord Elrond say?"
"He spoke of the ancient rings. The other eight Rings of Man have been sighted. He doesn't know where yet, his source was unclear."
What King Arathorn did not say was the happier news that the message contained. He didn't wish to tell Aragorn until the plans were final, but Lord Elrond was willing to give his daughter, Arwen, up to a marriage to Aragorn. Arathorn and Elrond were very pleased with the possibility of this arrangement. Arwen was a lovely elven girl and would someday make a wonderful queen. King Arathorn felt that it was right to wait till plans were final to tell Aragorn. Even though Boromir and Gandalf advised him otherwise, he did not listen.
Legolas had finally been able to have a bath. He even got new clothes. But he was still anxious about Relcifan. He knew that the man would come for him, and he would be angry. Legolas knew that it was Relcifan who had tried to stop them along the way, and that it was Relcifan's evil dagger that had almost killed Aragorn. Fortunately, Gandalf's white magic was stronger than just one dagger. If there had been more… Legolas didn't want to think about it, but his mind seemed just seemed to be drawn to the thoughts. He was thrown into a whirlpool of confusion. Relcifan had told him that he must serve people, and provide sexual release, but Aragorn told him that he was his own person and did not have to serve others. Legolas was inclined to believe Aragorn, but as always, Relcifan's doubts were implanted in his mind. What if Legolas' destiny was simply to be used? The young elf knew not what awaited him ahead in his life, but he would not give in to the doubts. Aragorn had helped hope to flourish in him once more, and the healing process had begun.
Aragorn had finally convinced his friends that, with his half-elven blood, he was well enough to be let out of his bed. He wandered through the palace halls, eventually stumbling upon the library. He heard a soft melancholy voice coming from behind one of the tall shelves. Aragorn followed the flowing sound and discovered Legolas sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a book. He was so enraptured in the story, that at first, he did not notice Aragorn approaching. When he did, he gave the man a timid smile.
"Frodo showed me the library. I've been here all day, learning how to read as well as write in the Common Tongue."
Now, Legolas' speech flowed. It wasn't broken, and he didn't pause, fumbling for words. How had he managed to learn to speak to eloquently in just a week? To say that Aragorn was surprised, was an understatement. He had heard that elves were masters of whatever trades they chose, but he never expected one to be able to master an entire language in less than a week! Secretly, Aragorn felt a little jealous, he had hoped to be the one to teach Legolas how to speak the Common Tongue. But after seeing those green eyes sparkle with joy, and that elegant face break into another shy smile, all of Aragorn's thoughts melted away, and he suddenly found himself speechless. Legolas' smile faded, and he gathered his resolve.
"Aragorn… I have to leave."
Aragorn was shocked. Legolas had just gotten to Gondor. He had seemed to be doing fine! There was a light in his eyes, almost as if freedom had also freed his soul! Why would he leave so soon?
"Do not be unhappy, Aragorn. All I want is to be able to help you, just as you helped me."
That did nothing to change Aragorn's confusion. That last time that Legolas had tried to… repay his kindness… he had woken up with the boy in his bed. But now, the boy seemed so sure of himself.
"Aragorn?"
"How is it that you wish to help me?"
"The man that pursued us. He wants me. He must have me, or else he will be angered."
Aragorn was not willing to give up Legolas to some evil magician. For some reason, Aragorn felt a kind of possessiveness towards the elf. It wasn't the same kind of greed that Relcifan felt. Aragorn didn't really understand it. All Aragorn wanted was to have the boy stay by him. That was it. Legolas could do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't leave, but here he was, saying that by leaving he was helping Aragorn.
"And you want to leave?"
"If I do not go and give myself up, he might try to hurt you. I… I do not want that to happen…"
Legolas glanced back down into his book and blushed. The faint rosy hue on his cheeks made him look so sweet and innocent, almost as if the troubles he had once seen had momentarily disappeared from his mind. Aragorn smiled on the outside, but he could feel his heart breaking on the inside. He had known this boy for such a short time, but he knew that if he were to leave, Aragorn would never be the same.
"I'm reading an interesting story."
Aragorn was pulled out of his thoughts. Legolas was still looking down into his book. The elf was gripping it tightly, to prevent his hands from trembling. He didn't look back up at Aragorn, who was suddenly curious.
"Hmm…? Oh, really. What's it about?"
"It's about someone who cared so much about someone, that they were willing to give up everyone for them. It's about love."
Aragorn couldn't tell where this was going. There must be a point, but he didn't feel like trying to figure it out. He hoped it wasn't what it seemed… that would only complicate things. All he wanted was for the elvish youth to promise to stay with him. Simple as that. He decided to let Legolas explain for himself what his point was.
"Yes. Love is a very popular topic for stories."
"Aragorn…"
Legolas' voice was soft and quiet. Aragorn almost feared that, for a second, Legolas had forgotten his freedom and his submissiveness had returned. Of course, Aragorn knew that it would not be that easy to rid Legolas of all of his old feelings and habits, but he was making a very good start.
"Yes, Legolas? What is it?"
"If I were to tell you… that I felt… love… what would you say?"
"I would say that's very good. Love is a wonderful feeling."
Aragorn breath was caught in his throat. He hoped Legolas was NOT going to say what he thought he was going to say. Legolas finally lifted his head up and looked Aragorn full in the eye. The green eyes sparkled and shone with life's most beautiful emotion. Aragorn could feel his heart slow and still. The feeling in those eyes was the one he had dreaded.
"Aragorn?"
"Yes…"
"I love you."
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Another chapter!
What did ya' think?
OK, all questions will be answered in due time. It wouldn't be any fun if I answered them all now! (at least, not fun for me! ^_~ )
And it may seem like Legolas spent his whole life as a slave, but is suddenly all better---- nope. Not true! Wait and see!
Now, please help me out here, folks, does anyone know a page where I can translate phrases into Elvish, because…. Um… obviously, Legolas' first language is Elvish, and I want to be able to have him speak in Elvish, without me having to type in gibberish. ^_^;;;
Anyway, I know that this lil' 'love connection' may seem sudden, but did you ever hear of love at first sight? ^_~ And anyway, didn't ya' notice Aragorn's "Uh-oh" thoughts at the end? ::: cue dramatic music::: Bum bum bum!
Also, and I'd thought I'd never have to say this… Almost everyone gets it, but there's those few people who need it spelled out for them. This story is SLASH. I have labeled it as SLASH and it contains SLASHY content. If you don't like SLASH, don't read it! Gah.
Review and tell me what you think of the new chapter!!!
Luv ya' all!