1 Shining Hope
Chapter 5
By SunRose
Summary: Aragorn's confused, so is Legolas.
Disclaimer: ::: sigh::: There's just too much paperwork to fill out and too much money to spend in order to even TRY to make the boys mine. So I'm just borrowing them. Pretty much only Relcifan is mine.
Notes: Aw! I love you reviewers! Thanks for the tips on elvish translator pages! I was going to be putting Elvish in this chapter, but I couldn't find an elvish word for 'you'. ^_^;;; Is there one, or is it just me? Anyway, on with the story!
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Legolas waited silently, holding Aragorn's gaze. Why wouldn't the man answer him?
"A-Aragorn? Did you hear me? Because… because, if you didn't… I…"
"Yes! Yes. I heard you."
Legolas didn't defer his eyes as he stood shakily, bringing himself closer to eye level with Aragorn. It was all he could do not to start trembling and run away. Aragorn just stood there, staring at him as if he was some sort of monstrosity. He couldn't tell what was behind that gaze. It looked like…. Shock, dismay, and something else that Legolas couldn't read, but it gave him hope.
Aragorn himself was stunned. How could the boy LOVE him? Legolas hardly knew anything about him! Did he love him back? No! He couldn't! He had just met this boy! Besides, Aragorn knew that love, especially with another male, would get him into trouble. Aragorn needed an heir and a Queen. Not this. Not now!
"Legolas, I care for you. I truly do. But, you can't mean that! You CAN'T love me!"
"But I DO! I love you!"
"Stop saying that!"
Aragorn's voice was rising. He was afraid that if Legolas kept saying that, he would start to think that maybe he felt the same way. Sure, the boy was beautiful, and there was something about him that drew Aragorn to him, but... no! It HAD to just be fascination with him being an elf!
Legolas saw the rage in Aragorn's face, and although he knew the man wouldn't hurt him, he still feared anger and the destruction it could bring. There was only one way he knew of to appease anger.
"Is there anything- ANYTHING- I could do to convince you of how I feel?"
Legolas tried his best to look appealing, but it was hard when he was shaking so terribly. He batted his eyelashes and whispered,
"I desire you."
Aragorn gulped and took a step backwards.
"I must go."
Legolas' eyes widened as Aragorn turned and ran away from him. Did love always hurt like this?
Aragorn was so confused. He knew he felt something for the boy. But his duty to his kingdom always came before his own personal feelings. If he were- and he wasn't saying that he was- but if he were to fall in love with, or at least have some attraction to, the boy then it could only end badly. Aragorn was a prince, and one day he would be king. When that day came, Aragorn would need a Queen and an heir. A young male lover could not give him that. Aragorn stared out the window at the rising moon. He spoke to himself quietly.
"What could he give me? Nothing! Not a Queen, not a son. Absolutely nothing!… Except maybe… love… But how can he love me? He just met me! Do I love him? The one and only person I should ever love is my future wife. Even if I do not marry till the present has become the past, I feel this affair could only end in heartbreak. There would be no reason to pursue it! Am I right? Oh, I have so many questions!"
Aragorn always felt that having a wife was something far in the distance. He had never really given it much thought. But now, he felt as if it were the most important thing in the world. Aragorn had lovers in the past, both women and men. But he had never truly loved any of them. He would always end up hurting them. They would profess their love, much as Legolas had, but be turned down. He had considered pursuing other, stronger, relationships, but the subject of his future throne always returned to his mind, but not as strongly as it had now. Aragorn was so confused. He placed his head in his hands and sighed. He didn't even notice his father walking around the corner.
"All I need is a good, noble, lovely wife. And this would all be all right."
Arathorn couldn't hold back a smile. His son WANTED a wife! This made everything perfect! He had no idea what seemed to be upsetting his son, but this was the perfect opportunity to present the marriage proposal.
"Son! I am so happy to have run into you!"
Aragorn stood with a start and turned. His father rushed to him with a large smile upon his face. He wondered what his father was so happy about.
"I have some wonderful news! I was going to wait until it was finalized, but I supposed that if this could ease your mind I will tell you now!"
The joy and excitement on his father's face was so apparent, that Aragorn was momentarily taken aback. Ever since his mother had gone over the sea to the west, he had not seen his father smile like this. With his curiosity peaked, he nodded, silently asking his father to continue.
"You wish for a wife, you shall have one! And only the most lovely elf-lady in all of Middle Earth! I have made arrangements for a betrothal between you and the Lady Arwen!"
Aragorn froze. This was it. He was finally getting what he asked for. He wanted a wife; he was getting a wife. Aragorn realized that he could not seem to be able to feel joy at the thought.
Arathorn's smile faded as he saw his son's reaction. It wasn't nearly as happy as he had hoped. He placed a gentle hand on his son's shoulder.
"If it is something that you truly do not wish, then there might still be a chance that you could wait for the right beautiful lady. But I would need to know soon… you must tell me by tonight, early tomorrow morn at the latest."
He gave Aragorn's shoulder a comforting pat, and continued down the hall. Aragorn was once again left with his own thoughts. He frowned as he murmured,
"Beautiful… lady…"
The library was dark, and Legolas found that he liked it that way. He could be left with his thoughts. He had gathered every single ounce of courage within himself and he had confessed his love. But Aragorn didn't seem to feel the same way. Legolas knew that the man wanted him to stay, but why? The emotions in Aragorn's eyes told so much. They told Legolas that Aragorn did not love him, and yet… there was that one glimmer, that one single speck of light, that Legolas could not identify. His mind kept returning to it. Was there still a chance that Aragorn could love him? Legolas almost laughed out loud. Who could love him? He was dirty. He couldn't even cry real tears to try to wash away the filth away from him. Everyone called him an elf, but he wasn't quite sure what that meant. He knew it implied that he was different somehow, but it didn't seem to be anything that could help him.
No matter how much he tried to concentrate on the matter of being an elf, his thoughts strayed back to Aragorn. He was sure that he loved the man. Aragorn was kind, strong, noble, and was the hope that pulled Legolas out of his darkest days. If that hope was gone, Legolas didn't know what he would do. The only thing he knew, was how to serve. He didn't know how to go about loving, or friendship. He hoped that, maybe, if he was very good, and very obedient, then maybe Aragorn would want him around. As Legolas continued thinking, his thoughts began to spiral downwards towards depression. He seemed to forget that Aragorn HAD wanted him to stay.
The darkness seemed to flow, almost like the sea, as it wrapped around Relcifan. The rings on his fingers shone with light. Relcifan hissed at them, and they dimmed. He didn't like shadows, they were impure. It was true darkness that was purity. Light and goodness were weak. Relcifan wished to control all of that goodness, and control was power. He looked at the rings on his fingers and smiled. Power. The laughter that rang out from his throat was filled with maliciousness. The rings would give him what he wanted. Once he had the ninth ring, all would be his. Including the boy.
Aragorn didn't have much time to decide. Did he wish to wed, or did he wish to further contemplate his feelings for Legolas? Considering that whenever he thought of the elf, he became incredibly confused, he decided just to go to bed. He solemnly walked through the dim halls to his bedchambers. Maybe sleep would help his thoughts to clear.
Legolas wished to speak to Aragorn one more time. Maybe he could convince him somehow. This time, Legolas' courage seemed to be failing. The closer he got to Aragorn's quarters, the more nervous he became. But his heart urged him onward.
Aragorn had just climbed into his bed, and reached for the lamp, when the door opened. He froze as Legolas peeked his head inside the door. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Aragorn knew what his decision was. Things could not continue this way.
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I'm SO sorry that this chapter was so short! But you can be expecting more sooner because of Spring Break! Now, don't be making guesses so soon about what's going to happen! Buckle your seatbelts and prepare for a wild ride! Things get bumpy from here! (Just warning ya'!) I'm not sure yet…. But there might be some lemon in the next chapter! Don't count on it, though! I like to keep people on their toes! ^_~
Review!!!!
Luv y'all!
SunRose
Chapter 5
By SunRose
Summary: Aragorn's confused, so is Legolas.
Disclaimer: ::: sigh::: There's just too much paperwork to fill out and too much money to spend in order to even TRY to make the boys mine. So I'm just borrowing them. Pretty much only Relcifan is mine.
Notes: Aw! I love you reviewers! Thanks for the tips on elvish translator pages! I was going to be putting Elvish in this chapter, but I couldn't find an elvish word for 'you'. ^_^;;; Is there one, or is it just me? Anyway, on with the story!
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Legolas waited silently, holding Aragorn's gaze. Why wouldn't the man answer him?
"A-Aragorn? Did you hear me? Because… because, if you didn't… I…"
"Yes! Yes. I heard you."
Legolas didn't defer his eyes as he stood shakily, bringing himself closer to eye level with Aragorn. It was all he could do not to start trembling and run away. Aragorn just stood there, staring at him as if he was some sort of monstrosity. He couldn't tell what was behind that gaze. It looked like…. Shock, dismay, and something else that Legolas couldn't read, but it gave him hope.
Aragorn himself was stunned. How could the boy LOVE him? Legolas hardly knew anything about him! Did he love him back? No! He couldn't! He had just met this boy! Besides, Aragorn knew that love, especially with another male, would get him into trouble. Aragorn needed an heir and a Queen. Not this. Not now!
"Legolas, I care for you. I truly do. But, you can't mean that! You CAN'T love me!"
"But I DO! I love you!"
"Stop saying that!"
Aragorn's voice was rising. He was afraid that if Legolas kept saying that, he would start to think that maybe he felt the same way. Sure, the boy was beautiful, and there was something about him that drew Aragorn to him, but... no! It HAD to just be fascination with him being an elf!
Legolas saw the rage in Aragorn's face, and although he knew the man wouldn't hurt him, he still feared anger and the destruction it could bring. There was only one way he knew of to appease anger.
"Is there anything- ANYTHING- I could do to convince you of how I feel?"
Legolas tried his best to look appealing, but it was hard when he was shaking so terribly. He batted his eyelashes and whispered,
"I desire you."
Aragorn gulped and took a step backwards.
"I must go."
Legolas' eyes widened as Aragorn turned and ran away from him. Did love always hurt like this?
Aragorn was so confused. He knew he felt something for the boy. But his duty to his kingdom always came before his own personal feelings. If he were- and he wasn't saying that he was- but if he were to fall in love with, or at least have some attraction to, the boy then it could only end badly. Aragorn was a prince, and one day he would be king. When that day came, Aragorn would need a Queen and an heir. A young male lover could not give him that. Aragorn stared out the window at the rising moon. He spoke to himself quietly.
"What could he give me? Nothing! Not a Queen, not a son. Absolutely nothing!… Except maybe… love… But how can he love me? He just met me! Do I love him? The one and only person I should ever love is my future wife. Even if I do not marry till the present has become the past, I feel this affair could only end in heartbreak. There would be no reason to pursue it! Am I right? Oh, I have so many questions!"
Aragorn always felt that having a wife was something far in the distance. He had never really given it much thought. But now, he felt as if it were the most important thing in the world. Aragorn had lovers in the past, both women and men. But he had never truly loved any of them. He would always end up hurting them. They would profess their love, much as Legolas had, but be turned down. He had considered pursuing other, stronger, relationships, but the subject of his future throne always returned to his mind, but not as strongly as it had now. Aragorn was so confused. He placed his head in his hands and sighed. He didn't even notice his father walking around the corner.
"All I need is a good, noble, lovely wife. And this would all be all right."
Arathorn couldn't hold back a smile. His son WANTED a wife! This made everything perfect! He had no idea what seemed to be upsetting his son, but this was the perfect opportunity to present the marriage proposal.
"Son! I am so happy to have run into you!"
Aragorn stood with a start and turned. His father rushed to him with a large smile upon his face. He wondered what his father was so happy about.
"I have some wonderful news! I was going to wait until it was finalized, but I supposed that if this could ease your mind I will tell you now!"
The joy and excitement on his father's face was so apparent, that Aragorn was momentarily taken aback. Ever since his mother had gone over the sea to the west, he had not seen his father smile like this. With his curiosity peaked, he nodded, silently asking his father to continue.
"You wish for a wife, you shall have one! And only the most lovely elf-lady in all of Middle Earth! I have made arrangements for a betrothal between you and the Lady Arwen!"
Aragorn froze. This was it. He was finally getting what he asked for. He wanted a wife; he was getting a wife. Aragorn realized that he could not seem to be able to feel joy at the thought.
Arathorn's smile faded as he saw his son's reaction. It wasn't nearly as happy as he had hoped. He placed a gentle hand on his son's shoulder.
"If it is something that you truly do not wish, then there might still be a chance that you could wait for the right beautiful lady. But I would need to know soon… you must tell me by tonight, early tomorrow morn at the latest."
He gave Aragorn's shoulder a comforting pat, and continued down the hall. Aragorn was once again left with his own thoughts. He frowned as he murmured,
"Beautiful… lady…"
The library was dark, and Legolas found that he liked it that way. He could be left with his thoughts. He had gathered every single ounce of courage within himself and he had confessed his love. But Aragorn didn't seem to feel the same way. Legolas knew that the man wanted him to stay, but why? The emotions in Aragorn's eyes told so much. They told Legolas that Aragorn did not love him, and yet… there was that one glimmer, that one single speck of light, that Legolas could not identify. His mind kept returning to it. Was there still a chance that Aragorn could love him? Legolas almost laughed out loud. Who could love him? He was dirty. He couldn't even cry real tears to try to wash away the filth away from him. Everyone called him an elf, but he wasn't quite sure what that meant. He knew it implied that he was different somehow, but it didn't seem to be anything that could help him.
No matter how much he tried to concentrate on the matter of being an elf, his thoughts strayed back to Aragorn. He was sure that he loved the man. Aragorn was kind, strong, noble, and was the hope that pulled Legolas out of his darkest days. If that hope was gone, Legolas didn't know what he would do. The only thing he knew, was how to serve. He didn't know how to go about loving, or friendship. He hoped that, maybe, if he was very good, and very obedient, then maybe Aragorn would want him around. As Legolas continued thinking, his thoughts began to spiral downwards towards depression. He seemed to forget that Aragorn HAD wanted him to stay.
The darkness seemed to flow, almost like the sea, as it wrapped around Relcifan. The rings on his fingers shone with light. Relcifan hissed at them, and they dimmed. He didn't like shadows, they were impure. It was true darkness that was purity. Light and goodness were weak. Relcifan wished to control all of that goodness, and control was power. He looked at the rings on his fingers and smiled. Power. The laughter that rang out from his throat was filled with maliciousness. The rings would give him what he wanted. Once he had the ninth ring, all would be his. Including the boy.
Aragorn didn't have much time to decide. Did he wish to wed, or did he wish to further contemplate his feelings for Legolas? Considering that whenever he thought of the elf, he became incredibly confused, he decided just to go to bed. He solemnly walked through the dim halls to his bedchambers. Maybe sleep would help his thoughts to clear.
Legolas wished to speak to Aragorn one more time. Maybe he could convince him somehow. This time, Legolas' courage seemed to be failing. The closer he got to Aragorn's quarters, the more nervous he became. But his heart urged him onward.
Aragorn had just climbed into his bed, and reached for the lamp, when the door opened. He froze as Legolas peeked his head inside the door. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Aragorn knew what his decision was. Things could not continue this way.
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I'm SO sorry that this chapter was so short! But you can be expecting more sooner because of Spring Break! Now, don't be making guesses so soon about what's going to happen! Buckle your seatbelts and prepare for a wild ride! Things get bumpy from here! (Just warning ya'!) I'm not sure yet…. But there might be some lemon in the next chapter! Don't count on it, though! I like to keep people on their toes! ^_~
Review!!!!
Luv y'all!
SunRose