Notes: Okay, I've read a lot of LOTR fanfiction, and I've found that the
main body of it is made up of Mary Sue's (which I hate!), and slash (which
I love!). This is not either. It is just a slightly AU (meaning, set in
the same world, but under different circumstances) story, mainly involving
my favorite (and many other peoples favorite) characters having a close
friendship where they can lean on each other/hug/kiss (chastely) without it
being romantic. This is OOC, I'm sure, but I've not even finished the
first book yet, and have seen the movie only twice. Bear with me. This is
done for entertainment. The charas are Tolkien's, and I never thought I
would be writing one of these fics! Please, R&R. I'm not really sure
where I want this to go yet, or how long…so..the more feedback, the more
likely it will grow long and prosper. ^-^
Once, Long Ago
How long he had been trudging in a generally northern direction he couldn't tell. Truth be told, he really knew very little anymore. Vaguely he remembered his name, his home, and the reason for this quest, but they all seemed distant memories, as if they were taken from passages in a book he had once enjoyed. All he knew for sure was that he was tired, hungry, and lonely.
Wearily he stepped off the road when he heard a wagon approaching behind him. This would be the eighth one that day. Having nothing better to do, he counted them, and as he walked he would think of where they may be going and what they may be carrying. In his more odd moments, he would fantasize about one of the wagons stopping beside him, the beautiful driver leaning towards him and offering him a ride, only to recognize him and throw their arms about him, declaring their undying love.
"If that were to happen, the wagon would be stopping right about…now," he thought to himself. One could imagine how surprised he was when the wagon actually did stop when he predicted.
"Would you like a ride?" a cheerful, musical voice asked.
Hardly daring to hope, he raised his eyes. The driver was indeed an Elf, but not the one he was looking for. This was a young-looking male elf with blond hair and green eyes. He smiled down at him. "If you're just going to continue down this road, you might as well join me. No sense in you walking this whole way when I can easily carry you! Besides, I'm lonely and would enjoy the company."
The man looked around, surveying the landscape. The road stretched on over the flat land, off into the far distance. He had planned to continue along it, and he was lonely as well. Perhaps having someone to talk to would ease his troubled mind.
"Thank you," he rasped out in a voice rough from disuse. With a grace more often found in Elves than Men, he hopped onto the wagon.
"No problem," the Elf replied, shrugging. "Like I said, I was lonely. Being the youngest son, I get stuck with all the fun jobs my elder siblings don't want. Take this for example. I have to take the Elven goods from Mirkwood to a few assorted settlements, and end up in Rivendell, where I will be loaded up with new goods and sent back the way I came."
"Rivendell? You're going to Rivendell?" the Man asked, hardly daring to trust his luck. It had never been this good to him before.
"Oh yeah. I get there roughly four times a year. It's nice there, so I don't really mind. It's just the boredom wears on me. My name is Legolas, by the way," he added, nodding politely at the man.
"I'm called Strider, but my name is Aragorn," the Man replied.
"Nice to meet you. So, how far do you plan to accompany me?"
"To Rivendell, if I may."
"Certainly. But, why do you seek Rivendell?"
"I need to find someone. Someone I met once, a long time ago."
Once, Long Ago
How long he had been trudging in a generally northern direction he couldn't tell. Truth be told, he really knew very little anymore. Vaguely he remembered his name, his home, and the reason for this quest, but they all seemed distant memories, as if they were taken from passages in a book he had once enjoyed. All he knew for sure was that he was tired, hungry, and lonely.
Wearily he stepped off the road when he heard a wagon approaching behind him. This would be the eighth one that day. Having nothing better to do, he counted them, and as he walked he would think of where they may be going and what they may be carrying. In his more odd moments, he would fantasize about one of the wagons stopping beside him, the beautiful driver leaning towards him and offering him a ride, only to recognize him and throw their arms about him, declaring their undying love.
"If that were to happen, the wagon would be stopping right about…now," he thought to himself. One could imagine how surprised he was when the wagon actually did stop when he predicted.
"Would you like a ride?" a cheerful, musical voice asked.
Hardly daring to hope, he raised his eyes. The driver was indeed an Elf, but not the one he was looking for. This was a young-looking male elf with blond hair and green eyes. He smiled down at him. "If you're just going to continue down this road, you might as well join me. No sense in you walking this whole way when I can easily carry you! Besides, I'm lonely and would enjoy the company."
The man looked around, surveying the landscape. The road stretched on over the flat land, off into the far distance. He had planned to continue along it, and he was lonely as well. Perhaps having someone to talk to would ease his troubled mind.
"Thank you," he rasped out in a voice rough from disuse. With a grace more often found in Elves than Men, he hopped onto the wagon.
"No problem," the Elf replied, shrugging. "Like I said, I was lonely. Being the youngest son, I get stuck with all the fun jobs my elder siblings don't want. Take this for example. I have to take the Elven goods from Mirkwood to a few assorted settlements, and end up in Rivendell, where I will be loaded up with new goods and sent back the way I came."
"Rivendell? You're going to Rivendell?" the Man asked, hardly daring to trust his luck. It had never been this good to him before.
"Oh yeah. I get there roughly four times a year. It's nice there, so I don't really mind. It's just the boredom wears on me. My name is Legolas, by the way," he added, nodding politely at the man.
"I'm called Strider, but my name is Aragorn," the Man replied.
"Nice to meet you. So, how far do you plan to accompany me?"
"To Rivendell, if I may."
"Certainly. But, why do you seek Rivendell?"
"I need to find someone. Someone I met once, a long time ago."
