DISCLAIMER: All LOTR shaznack owned by Tolkien [lucky], not me [dork]. Torrent, however, is mine, so steal her and I shall thwap you. Oh, Elesen too. Rated 'R' for suicide/rape plot devices and angsty stuffs. Language is.. tempered, don't worry about this. `` means elvish, --- signals a song or something, \words\ mean the ring is talking, and [words] mean thinking. Read and REVIEW. Thanks... and don't forget to Enjoy.
A/N: Sequel to "Word's Not Spoken." Yes, that fic is long, but it's 'worth it'. So, please read that, or you may get somewhat lost. The song used is "Flora's Secret" by Enya.
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She dropped her sword in defeat as they rode off and were far from her sight. Sinking to her knees, Eowyn silently cried as Aragorn and the rest of his company rode off to Gondor to fight in the war of the One. All that the once proud woman could see now was the glint of spears off in the distance as they rode on.
**Legolas' POV**
I shouldn't worry, for Gondor is not far. 'Tis not who awaits me, but more of what awaits me there. More battles for sure, I suppose, and more unplesant words from Elesen, possibly Aragorn, but to what I fear I am not quite sure. Although, now that we travel without that one, I do not worry much at all. I can still hear Aragorn's loud voice over the rest of the men, and I think back to what she had said..
" ``Legolas.. I think.. I think Aragorn is in love with you. I honestly do. `` "
Now I am a bit wary whenever I am around him. I just become unnerved whenever Aragorn comes near, and I absent-mindedly think of that. If it is true, I shall not know. Yet, I will ask Aragorn in Gondor. This question, or statement, cannot linger on my mind any longer. So many things that are unimportant plague my mind that I can't seem to think straight or concentrate anymore. Hopefully, I can clear all my problems out later in Gondor. Moreso...
**Normal POV**
{Minas Tirith, Gondor.}
"Are you sure you would like to hear more about us hobbits, sire?" Merry asked Theoden inquisitively.
"Yes, do tell, Master Meriadoc!"
"Well, okay then.." Merry began telling Theoden half of the history of hobbits in the Shire. Torrent couldn't hold any interest after a bit and excused herself from the table that was adorned with relaxed men and elven wine. Leaving laughter and joy of the men in the room behind her, she headed out to a stone terrace where she had a slight view of the city below the watch towers. Feeling a bit lighter than normal and happy yet again to be away from a large crowd, she stared out in to the night hummingly softly to herself. Someone joined her, but she took no notice of who it was, until he spoke.
``Nice night out, isn't it?``
``Yes.``
``...``
``So, why did you leave the merry-making? Or, from what I remember the "Merry-Talking,"?`` The two laughed a bit nervously.
``Well, I can't quite say. Fresh air I would guess. The accumulated smell of elven wine can bring one to feel a bit light-headed and dizzy.``
``I would have never thought that the heir of Isuldir could be over powered by the scent of wine.``
``Well he can, and he has.`` The two stood in silence both averting their attention to the things that lay before them, not eachother. Aragorn and Torrent were never close, not even friendly, and both felt akward whenever the two were forced to stirke up a conversation. Remembering the incident in Rohan, Torren silently slipped away from the terrace and headed down into the couryard to practice her aim with her bow. When she was down in the courtyard, she looked up and saw Aragorn still standing there. [Odd man, he is.] thought she.
Align, load, set, bend, aim, release, listen. A target from 50 meters away was hit, and the sound of an arrow through the air broke the silence around her. Align, load, set, bend, aim, release, listen. Same target hit, same percision. Lost in the world of concentration and self-devotion, the Elf kept shooting her target over and over, never missing. Many would find the sport boring after hitting the same target with the same precision as before, but not her--- she loved it. Entranced she would stay, until the clapping hands of another shattered the universe pulled together by her mind. Not realizing it was a mere companion, the girl pivoted around and aimed at a lone figure.
"Don't shoot!" spoke a startled voice. Torrent lowered her bow.
"Sorry." Torrent lowered her sight, not wishing to look upon the person who spoke to her.
" 'Tis all right. Why are you practicing so late, Torrent?"
"..."
"Torrent..?"
"I cannot say. Sheer boredom, or just inquisitive to my ability to shoot straight."
"... I see." Torrent walked over to her target, and plucked the arrows from it. Putting them in her quiver, and slinging it about her back, she began to walk away from the figure she conversed with. "Wait---" spoke the person.
"..." Torrent did not reply to him. She merely kept walking, and faded into the dark.
"...What happened here?" muttered the confused and now crestfallen man.
The Ring around her slender neck throbbed against her cold chest. She clasped at it, and tried to ignore the warmth it radiated.
\\ You're only running from your problems. \\
[How do you figure that?]
\\ Talk to him. \\
[Why? I have all the reason not to for the moment.]
\\ Like what reasons, Siren? \\
[That for one. Distrust: He didn't adhere when I asked him to not read my mind and thoughts. I didn't appreciate that.]
\\ And...? \\
[Is that not enough?]
The Ring grew cold, and throbbed again with inhuman warmth. \\ No, that isn't an adequate reason to ignore someone. You know the real reason. Please: enlighten yourself and admit it. \\
[....]
\\ Torrent.. \\
[I do not feel adequate enough to speak with him, after being so weak and leaving them. I am not yet healed emotionally for I feel betrayed, and alone---]
\\ And he could surely cure the feeling of being alone. I wish I could, but nay--- I am only a mere spirit. \\
[That you are. Yet, if given a day or two, I will try to talk to him. Then we'll see.]
\\ 'Tis better to hear that. \\ The Ring grew cold and silent again, and Torrent stopped walking and laid down in the long grass.
{Aragorn's [current] Room.}
"What is it that you need to ask me Legolas?" Aragorn asked neutrally. Legolas intently stared into Aragorn's eyes with a firmness that he couldn't describe. He wanted to be direct and to not stutter as he asked. A neutral mask upheld itself around Legolas' face, and his eyes told nothing.
"I need to be straightforward with you," muttered Legolas.
"Pardon?"
"Aragorn, please, do not take this the wrong way, but, is it true that you are in fact..." Legolas didn't know how to put it. He didn't think it was right to flat out ask him, but he knew he had to.
"Go on. What do you need to know, friend?"
"Are you in any way infatuated with me?" Relief flowed throughout the Elf for finally spitting it out, but the relief, he knew, could be taken away. A thoughtful expression flowed on Aragorn's face, and his eyes glowed with shock.
Silence. "Aragorn. Answer me." Aragorn, who had been a mere 3 feet away from the Elf, reached out and touched Legolas' soft blonde hair, causing Legolas to slightly shiver. The man stepped forward and stroked the blonde-archer's hair, and spoke at length.
"Sadly, I am. I have for a while now, Legolas," Aragorn said somewhat softly. Legolas kept his stolid expression, but his eyes reflected shock. The man drew the enchanting elf against him. "Does this bother you?" As is waking from a daze, Legolas' eyelids fluttered and he shook his head.
"Yes, Aragorn it does. I look at you and I see a leader---"
"And I look at you and see beauty radiating from every pore."
"Look, Aragorn, I do not feel the same way. I have reserved my feelings for someone... else..." Legolas trailed off, suddenly remembering what had just happened with that 'someone else': how she walked away and said nothing to him. Aragorn cupped Legolas' now sad face in his hands. The elf opened his mouth as if to say something in protest, but no voice sounded.
"Just once, Legolas. 'Tis all I ask..." with that Aragorn pressed his mouth onto the elf's. Expecting the elf to remove him in protest, Aragorn pulled away slowly. After scanning the elf's slightly blushed face, Aragorn repeated the action, and slid his tongue into Legolas' mouth. [Aragorn is quite good at this..] thought Legolas, as a small moan left his mouth. [So what? Elves are promiscuous. I could just pass Aragorn off as another meaningless partner.] The elf slowly succumbed his protestment at Aragorn's actions, and returned the affections to the man. Aragorn, surprised at this pulled away and searched his eyes.
"What is it, Aragorn?"
"What about---"
"Do not say it," spoke the elf as he crushed his mouth against Aragorns almost willingly, filling the empty desire withheld inside him: using Aragorn as a pawn for his own pleasure. [I must fill this void] thought he, [And I am sorry for using Aragorn like this.] All the while, Aragorn was ecstatic that his elven friend returned the feelings, or so he thought. He did not realize that elves are promiscuous, and tend to use people when feeling 'needy'. What surprised the human even more was that the elf was now tugging on his leggings.
"Legolas, are you sure?" asked the human, with eagerness in his eyes.
"Yes." [No. I don't care.] thought the enchanting archer. Aragorn locked the door to his room, blew out some of the candles and turned off a lantern that filled the room, and led the elf to a bed. Far off under the moon, another began to sing aloud light heartedly, forgetting her cares, lying in the long grass, dreaming of another...
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Lovers in the long grass
Look above them
Only they can see
Where the clouds are going
Only to discover
Dust and sunlight
Ever make the sky so blue
Afternoon is hazy
River flowing
All around the sounds
Moving closer to them
Telling them the story
Told by Flora
Dreams they never knew
Silver willows
Tears from Persia
Those who come
From a far-off island
Winter Chanterelle lies under cover
Glory-of-the-sun in blue
Some they know as passion; some as freedom
Some they know as love and the way it leaves them
Summer snowflake for a season
When the sky above is blue
When the sky above is blue
Lying in the long grass
Close beside her
Giving her the name
Of the one the moon loves
This will be the day she
Will remember
When she knew his heart
Was
Loving in the long grass
Close beside her
Whispering of love
And the way it leaves them
Lying in the long grass
In the sunlight
They believe it's true love
And from all around them
Flora's secret
Telling them of love
And the way it breathes
And
Looking up from eyes of
Amaranthine
They can see the sky
Is blue
Knowing that their love
Is true
dreams they never knew
And the sky above is blue
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A/N: Sequel to "Word's Not Spoken." Yes, that fic is long, but it's 'worth it'. So, please read that, or you may get somewhat lost. The song used is "Flora's Secret" by Enya.
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She dropped her sword in defeat as they rode off and were far from her sight. Sinking to her knees, Eowyn silently cried as Aragorn and the rest of his company rode off to Gondor to fight in the war of the One. All that the once proud woman could see now was the glint of spears off in the distance as they rode on.
**Legolas' POV**
I shouldn't worry, for Gondor is not far. 'Tis not who awaits me, but more of what awaits me there. More battles for sure, I suppose, and more unplesant words from Elesen, possibly Aragorn, but to what I fear I am not quite sure. Although, now that we travel without that one, I do not worry much at all. I can still hear Aragorn's loud voice over the rest of the men, and I think back to what she had said..
" ``Legolas.. I think.. I think Aragorn is in love with you. I honestly do. `` "
Now I am a bit wary whenever I am around him. I just become unnerved whenever Aragorn comes near, and I absent-mindedly think of that. If it is true, I shall not know. Yet, I will ask Aragorn in Gondor. This question, or statement, cannot linger on my mind any longer. So many things that are unimportant plague my mind that I can't seem to think straight or concentrate anymore. Hopefully, I can clear all my problems out later in Gondor. Moreso...
**Normal POV**
{Minas Tirith, Gondor.}
"Are you sure you would like to hear more about us hobbits, sire?" Merry asked Theoden inquisitively.
"Yes, do tell, Master Meriadoc!"
"Well, okay then.." Merry began telling Theoden half of the history of hobbits in the Shire. Torrent couldn't hold any interest after a bit and excused herself from the table that was adorned with relaxed men and elven wine. Leaving laughter and joy of the men in the room behind her, she headed out to a stone terrace where she had a slight view of the city below the watch towers. Feeling a bit lighter than normal and happy yet again to be away from a large crowd, she stared out in to the night hummingly softly to herself. Someone joined her, but she took no notice of who it was, until he spoke.
``Nice night out, isn't it?``
``Yes.``
``...``
``So, why did you leave the merry-making? Or, from what I remember the "Merry-Talking,"?`` The two laughed a bit nervously.
``Well, I can't quite say. Fresh air I would guess. The accumulated smell of elven wine can bring one to feel a bit light-headed and dizzy.``
``I would have never thought that the heir of Isuldir could be over powered by the scent of wine.``
``Well he can, and he has.`` The two stood in silence both averting their attention to the things that lay before them, not eachother. Aragorn and Torrent were never close, not even friendly, and both felt akward whenever the two were forced to stirke up a conversation. Remembering the incident in Rohan, Torren silently slipped away from the terrace and headed down into the couryard to practice her aim with her bow. When she was down in the courtyard, she looked up and saw Aragorn still standing there. [Odd man, he is.] thought she.
Align, load, set, bend, aim, release, listen. A target from 50 meters away was hit, and the sound of an arrow through the air broke the silence around her. Align, load, set, bend, aim, release, listen. Same target hit, same percision. Lost in the world of concentration and self-devotion, the Elf kept shooting her target over and over, never missing. Many would find the sport boring after hitting the same target with the same precision as before, but not her--- she loved it. Entranced she would stay, until the clapping hands of another shattered the universe pulled together by her mind. Not realizing it was a mere companion, the girl pivoted around and aimed at a lone figure.
"Don't shoot!" spoke a startled voice. Torrent lowered her bow.
"Sorry." Torrent lowered her sight, not wishing to look upon the person who spoke to her.
" 'Tis all right. Why are you practicing so late, Torrent?"
"..."
"Torrent..?"
"I cannot say. Sheer boredom, or just inquisitive to my ability to shoot straight."
"... I see." Torrent walked over to her target, and plucked the arrows from it. Putting them in her quiver, and slinging it about her back, she began to walk away from the figure she conversed with. "Wait---" spoke the person.
"..." Torrent did not reply to him. She merely kept walking, and faded into the dark.
"...What happened here?" muttered the confused and now crestfallen man.
The Ring around her slender neck throbbed against her cold chest. She clasped at it, and tried to ignore the warmth it radiated.
\\ You're only running from your problems. \\
[How do you figure that?]
\\ Talk to him. \\
[Why? I have all the reason not to for the moment.]
\\ Like what reasons, Siren? \\
[That for one. Distrust: He didn't adhere when I asked him to not read my mind and thoughts. I didn't appreciate that.]
\\ And...? \\
[Is that not enough?]
The Ring grew cold, and throbbed again with inhuman warmth. \\ No, that isn't an adequate reason to ignore someone. You know the real reason. Please: enlighten yourself and admit it. \\
[....]
\\ Torrent.. \\
[I do not feel adequate enough to speak with him, after being so weak and leaving them. I am not yet healed emotionally for I feel betrayed, and alone---]
\\ And he could surely cure the feeling of being alone. I wish I could, but nay--- I am only a mere spirit. \\
[That you are. Yet, if given a day or two, I will try to talk to him. Then we'll see.]
\\ 'Tis better to hear that. \\ The Ring grew cold and silent again, and Torrent stopped walking and laid down in the long grass.
{Aragorn's [current] Room.}
"What is it that you need to ask me Legolas?" Aragorn asked neutrally. Legolas intently stared into Aragorn's eyes with a firmness that he couldn't describe. He wanted to be direct and to not stutter as he asked. A neutral mask upheld itself around Legolas' face, and his eyes told nothing.
"I need to be straightforward with you," muttered Legolas.
"Pardon?"
"Aragorn, please, do not take this the wrong way, but, is it true that you are in fact..." Legolas didn't know how to put it. He didn't think it was right to flat out ask him, but he knew he had to.
"Go on. What do you need to know, friend?"
"Are you in any way infatuated with me?" Relief flowed throughout the Elf for finally spitting it out, but the relief, he knew, could be taken away. A thoughtful expression flowed on Aragorn's face, and his eyes glowed with shock.
Silence. "Aragorn. Answer me." Aragorn, who had been a mere 3 feet away from the Elf, reached out and touched Legolas' soft blonde hair, causing Legolas to slightly shiver. The man stepped forward and stroked the blonde-archer's hair, and spoke at length.
"Sadly, I am. I have for a while now, Legolas," Aragorn said somewhat softly. Legolas kept his stolid expression, but his eyes reflected shock. The man drew the enchanting elf against him. "Does this bother you?" As is waking from a daze, Legolas' eyelids fluttered and he shook his head.
"Yes, Aragorn it does. I look at you and I see a leader---"
"And I look at you and see beauty radiating from every pore."
"Look, Aragorn, I do not feel the same way. I have reserved my feelings for someone... else..." Legolas trailed off, suddenly remembering what had just happened with that 'someone else': how she walked away and said nothing to him. Aragorn cupped Legolas' now sad face in his hands. The elf opened his mouth as if to say something in protest, but no voice sounded.
"Just once, Legolas. 'Tis all I ask..." with that Aragorn pressed his mouth onto the elf's. Expecting the elf to remove him in protest, Aragorn pulled away slowly. After scanning the elf's slightly blushed face, Aragorn repeated the action, and slid his tongue into Legolas' mouth. [Aragorn is quite good at this..] thought Legolas, as a small moan left his mouth. [So what? Elves are promiscuous. I could just pass Aragorn off as another meaningless partner.] The elf slowly succumbed his protestment at Aragorn's actions, and returned the affections to the man. Aragorn, surprised at this pulled away and searched his eyes.
"What is it, Aragorn?"
"What about---"
"Do not say it," spoke the elf as he crushed his mouth against Aragorns almost willingly, filling the empty desire withheld inside him: using Aragorn as a pawn for his own pleasure. [I must fill this void] thought he, [And I am sorry for using Aragorn like this.] All the while, Aragorn was ecstatic that his elven friend returned the feelings, or so he thought. He did not realize that elves are promiscuous, and tend to use people when feeling 'needy'. What surprised the human even more was that the elf was now tugging on his leggings.
"Legolas, are you sure?" asked the human, with eagerness in his eyes.
"Yes." [No. I don't care.] thought the enchanting archer. Aragorn locked the door to his room, blew out some of the candles and turned off a lantern that filled the room, and led the elf to a bed. Far off under the moon, another began to sing aloud light heartedly, forgetting her cares, lying in the long grass, dreaming of another...
----
Lovers in the long grass
Look above them
Only they can see
Where the clouds are going
Only to discover
Dust and sunlight
Ever make the sky so blue
Afternoon is hazy
River flowing
All around the sounds
Moving closer to them
Telling them the story
Told by Flora
Dreams they never knew
Silver willows
Tears from Persia
Those who come
From a far-off island
Winter Chanterelle lies under cover
Glory-of-the-sun in blue
Some they know as passion; some as freedom
Some they know as love and the way it leaves them
Summer snowflake for a season
When the sky above is blue
When the sky above is blue
Lying in the long grass
Close beside her
Giving her the name
Of the one the moon loves
This will be the day she
Will remember
When she knew his heart
Was
Loving in the long grass
Close beside her
Whispering of love
And the way it leaves them
Lying in the long grass
In the sunlight
They believe it's true love
And from all around them
Flora's secret
Telling them of love
And the way it breathes
And
Looking up from eyes of
Amaranthine
They can see the sky
Is blue
Knowing that their love
Is true
dreams they never knew
And the sky above is blue
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