Meeting of minds (2/?)
Key (ok so I left it out last time):
'Elfish'
"Common Tounge"
Disclaimer: See Part1
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Thranduil and his company had been at Rivendell a week or so and they were all of good cheer and all loved the young Aragorn as one of their own, but the King was ill at ease. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stoumouch and each day it grew worse and worse. So it was, exactly ten days after his own arrival that Legolas arrived, alone as usual.
'The Prince Legolas Comes!!' cried the watch elves from their posts, disturbing Elrond and Thranduil from their game of chess and a glass of fine wine each. It was with great joy that they greeted him, and with much singing in which Legolas gladly joined. As Legolas greeted the elves he knew, Thraundil waited by the side of Elrond, both of tem figures commanding respect. Legolas turned to them and dropped to one knee before riseing once more.
When father and son finally had chance to greet each other in the chaos it was with a warm embrace and a mighty laugh.
'Took you long enough, my son!'
'Orcs are loth to give up Father, and battle is tireing even for elves!'
Thranduil smiled and clapped one arm across his son's shoulders 'We won then?'
'We won.' Legolas affirmed. 'I would not be here otherwise.'
'I never doubted you.' His father said, pride shineing in his eyes. He looked over his son's shoulder and saw Elrond and Glorfindel on the stairs that led to the Homely House. 'And neither did They.' he pointed at the elven lords, and laughed when he saw the slight blush that crept into his son's face at the sight of Glorfindel beaming at him.
'I-I think I'm going to go and rest now, Father.' Legolas murmerd. Lord Elrond had already advanced and had heard this last statement. He smiled knowingly at the Prince.
'I'm sure if you ask him, Glorfindel will be more than happy to show a hero to his rooms.'
'I'm not a hero.' Legolas told Lord Elrond 'Others did more than I. But I will ask him, all the same.'
'I thought as much. Go and get what rest you can. Tonight a feast is held in your honour!'
Legolas bowed and gave his thanks before hurring to where Glorfindel waited for him at the doors. Thraunduil thought it best not to know exactly went on between those two, and Elrond was equally as discreet. The two cousins walked away cheerfully to prepare the feast.
Aragorn stood on the brink of a quiet fountain. He wonderd where all the elves had gone, for suddenly they seemed to have disappeard. He didn't mind too much, the sound of the water lapping against the sides and falling into the pool was sootheing and made him sleepy. His week had been very active, and after all, he was only an eight year old Man. The grass was soft and sbringy, and he lay down on it. Hmmm, nice and cool too. He was asleep within moments, curled up in a ball in a small dip in the turf next to the fountain.
Legolas smiled warmly at his lover sevral hours later as they lay in bed. Glorfindel had just fallen asleep and the steady rhythm of his breatheing filled the bedchamber.
'I love you, Glorfindel, I do.' Legolas dropped a kiss on his forehead and slipped out of the bed. He could never bring himself to say the words when Glorfindel was awake. They got stuck in his throat. He'd wanted to tell him earlier, before they had made love, and after, but couldn't. He watched his lover carefully while he dressed, makeing sure he didn't wake him up. He took up his short sword and left. Now would be the perfect time to work off his greif. Many of those that had died in the battle had been companions of his and he felt their loss keenly. It wasn't something he could express to anyone, not his father, he'd never understand, and most certainly not Glorfindel as he did not wish to hurt his love with his own pain.
The Prince of Mirkwood crept out of his rooms and down to a small grassy court that he knew would usually be deserted at this time of day, as the sun had moved to the other side of the homely house in the late afternoon. As he walked he thought to himself about the comeing feast. Perhaps he could avoid it if he could think of a plausible excuse. But Glorfindel was so looking forward to the singing later, and to the feast itself. He'd spoken of almost nothing else for most of the morning. He said he'd made sure that he'd be seated next to Legolas. How could he disappoint -
His thoughts were cut off as he arrived at the quiet court with it's fountain. He smiled to himself and stretched. He practiced a few sweeps with his sword. Then he practiced some more, faster this time. He did not stop however and became quite adsorbed in his practice. Stupid ugly orcs. If he could only wipe them out his kind would be left in peace. Kidnapping the strong and seduceing the weak into becomeing one of them. No more!! Not from Mirkwood, Rivendell or Lorien!! No More!! He growled and closed his eyes, pretending that he was in the middle of a battle.
Aragorn wiped at his eyes and opened them wearily. Something had woken him, but what? He sat up, and heard it, comeing from behind him, heavy breathing, soft grunts of exertion and the occasional elfin sware word. There was deffinately an elf behind him then. He turned around slowly and as quietly as possible. He could deffinately hear the swishing of air off a blade. He caught his breath when he saw the elf. He was tall and slender, like all elves but something was diffrent about this elf, besides the curtain of impossibly straight blonde hair. He saw the experienced swipes he gave the air, and the closed eyes. He watched, wide eyed and in silence for a long time. There was something about this elf. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to know. There seemed to be something that screamed 'stay away' extending some three feet from him. ::I wonder what's wrong with him. I wonder who he is.:: Aragorn was nataurally curious, and wanted to make as many friends as he could. The son of Arathorn had not up to now had many oppertunities to make friends, the life of a Ranger was not made for such things. Of course there were the other Rangers, but they were all older than him and their children stayed with their mothers, except him. He'd had to stay with his father, and that ment no staying in one place long enough to make friends.
He stood up and carefully walked forward. He'd never admit it, but this elf scared him, just a little. He cleard his throat and tried to remember what he'd been told hello was in elfish. He stammerd it out.
Legolas heard someone speak, and in his imagination it was an enemy. He whirled around, intending to seperate the enemy's head from it's body. He stopped when he heard a whimper. He opened his eyes and saw a terrified young Man in frount of him. Tears were on the verge of spilling down the child's face, but he stood still. Legolas dropped his sword immidiately.
"I'm sorry" he said, useing the common tounge so that the child could understand him.
"I-i-it's allright. I-I shouldn't have inter-interrupted you." The boy wiped at his eyes and hugged himself. Legolas went down on his haunches and looked into the child's eyes.
"I am truely sorry, young one. Had I known you were here I would not even have began my practice."
The boy nodded. Legolas hesitated then wiped stray hair from the childs face. He assumed that if the child was in Rivendell, Elrond must know. He'd nearly killed the guest of his cousin, and a child at that. Some Hero he was. He felt terrible for it. The child was shakeing now and Legolas did the only thing he could do, he pulled him into a comforting embrace and tried to hush him. Aragorn stiffend for a little, the sensation of someone wanting to comfort him like this was utterly new to him. He buried his face in the blonde elf's hair, but didn't allow himself to cry.
"What's your name?" Legolas asked him softly, still berateing himself for what he'd almost done.
"Aragorn." The young Man, still a child, pulled away and got his first proper look at the elf. He had a beautiful face, even by elfin standards, with clear green eyes the same shade as the evergreen trees. Aragorn reached up and touched the thin circlet of bronze that graced the elf's forehead. "Are you a king?"
"No young one, I am a Prince. The Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Legolas? What does it mean?"
"Greenleaf." Legolas stood as the call went out announceing the feast would soon begin "Come little Aragorn, there is a feast to be held and I am sure you will need to change. You have grass stains on your leggings."
Aragorn smiled innocently and followed Legolas into the cool shade of the homely house.
Key (ok so I left it out last time):
'Elfish'
"Common Tounge"
Disclaimer: See Part1
Note: Review it people!! This is my baby!
Thranduil and his company had been at Rivendell a week or so and they were all of good cheer and all loved the young Aragorn as one of their own, but the King was ill at ease. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stoumouch and each day it grew worse and worse. So it was, exactly ten days after his own arrival that Legolas arrived, alone as usual.
'The Prince Legolas Comes!!' cried the watch elves from their posts, disturbing Elrond and Thranduil from their game of chess and a glass of fine wine each. It was with great joy that they greeted him, and with much singing in which Legolas gladly joined. As Legolas greeted the elves he knew, Thraundil waited by the side of Elrond, both of tem figures commanding respect. Legolas turned to them and dropped to one knee before riseing once more.
When father and son finally had chance to greet each other in the chaos it was with a warm embrace and a mighty laugh.
'Took you long enough, my son!'
'Orcs are loth to give up Father, and battle is tireing even for elves!'
Thranduil smiled and clapped one arm across his son's shoulders 'We won then?'
'We won.' Legolas affirmed. 'I would not be here otherwise.'
'I never doubted you.' His father said, pride shineing in his eyes. He looked over his son's shoulder and saw Elrond and Glorfindel on the stairs that led to the Homely House. 'And neither did They.' he pointed at the elven lords, and laughed when he saw the slight blush that crept into his son's face at the sight of Glorfindel beaming at him.
'I-I think I'm going to go and rest now, Father.' Legolas murmerd. Lord Elrond had already advanced and had heard this last statement. He smiled knowingly at the Prince.
'I'm sure if you ask him, Glorfindel will be more than happy to show a hero to his rooms.'
'I'm not a hero.' Legolas told Lord Elrond 'Others did more than I. But I will ask him, all the same.'
'I thought as much. Go and get what rest you can. Tonight a feast is held in your honour!'
Legolas bowed and gave his thanks before hurring to where Glorfindel waited for him at the doors. Thraunduil thought it best not to know exactly went on between those two, and Elrond was equally as discreet. The two cousins walked away cheerfully to prepare the feast.
Aragorn stood on the brink of a quiet fountain. He wonderd where all the elves had gone, for suddenly they seemed to have disappeard. He didn't mind too much, the sound of the water lapping against the sides and falling into the pool was sootheing and made him sleepy. His week had been very active, and after all, he was only an eight year old Man. The grass was soft and sbringy, and he lay down on it. Hmmm, nice and cool too. He was asleep within moments, curled up in a ball in a small dip in the turf next to the fountain.
Legolas smiled warmly at his lover sevral hours later as they lay in bed. Glorfindel had just fallen asleep and the steady rhythm of his breatheing filled the bedchamber.
'I love you, Glorfindel, I do.' Legolas dropped a kiss on his forehead and slipped out of the bed. He could never bring himself to say the words when Glorfindel was awake. They got stuck in his throat. He'd wanted to tell him earlier, before they had made love, and after, but couldn't. He watched his lover carefully while he dressed, makeing sure he didn't wake him up. He took up his short sword and left. Now would be the perfect time to work off his greif. Many of those that had died in the battle had been companions of his and he felt their loss keenly. It wasn't something he could express to anyone, not his father, he'd never understand, and most certainly not Glorfindel as he did not wish to hurt his love with his own pain.
The Prince of Mirkwood crept out of his rooms and down to a small grassy court that he knew would usually be deserted at this time of day, as the sun had moved to the other side of the homely house in the late afternoon. As he walked he thought to himself about the comeing feast. Perhaps he could avoid it if he could think of a plausible excuse. But Glorfindel was so looking forward to the singing later, and to the feast itself. He'd spoken of almost nothing else for most of the morning. He said he'd made sure that he'd be seated next to Legolas. How could he disappoint -
His thoughts were cut off as he arrived at the quiet court with it's fountain. He smiled to himself and stretched. He practiced a few sweeps with his sword. Then he practiced some more, faster this time. He did not stop however and became quite adsorbed in his practice. Stupid ugly orcs. If he could only wipe them out his kind would be left in peace. Kidnapping the strong and seduceing the weak into becomeing one of them. No more!! Not from Mirkwood, Rivendell or Lorien!! No More!! He growled and closed his eyes, pretending that he was in the middle of a battle.
Aragorn wiped at his eyes and opened them wearily. Something had woken him, but what? He sat up, and heard it, comeing from behind him, heavy breathing, soft grunts of exertion and the occasional elfin sware word. There was deffinately an elf behind him then. He turned around slowly and as quietly as possible. He could deffinately hear the swishing of air off a blade. He caught his breath when he saw the elf. He was tall and slender, like all elves but something was diffrent about this elf, besides the curtain of impossibly straight blonde hair. He saw the experienced swipes he gave the air, and the closed eyes. He watched, wide eyed and in silence for a long time. There was something about this elf. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to know. There seemed to be something that screamed 'stay away' extending some three feet from him. ::I wonder what's wrong with him. I wonder who he is.:: Aragorn was nataurally curious, and wanted to make as many friends as he could. The son of Arathorn had not up to now had many oppertunities to make friends, the life of a Ranger was not made for such things. Of course there were the other Rangers, but they were all older than him and their children stayed with their mothers, except him. He'd had to stay with his father, and that ment no staying in one place long enough to make friends.
He stood up and carefully walked forward. He'd never admit it, but this elf scared him, just a little. He cleard his throat and tried to remember what he'd been told hello was in elfish. He stammerd it out.
Legolas heard someone speak, and in his imagination it was an enemy. He whirled around, intending to seperate the enemy's head from it's body. He stopped when he heard a whimper. He opened his eyes and saw a terrified young Man in frount of him. Tears were on the verge of spilling down the child's face, but he stood still. Legolas dropped his sword immidiately.
"I'm sorry" he said, useing the common tounge so that the child could understand him.
"I-i-it's allright. I-I shouldn't have inter-interrupted you." The boy wiped at his eyes and hugged himself. Legolas went down on his haunches and looked into the child's eyes.
"I am truely sorry, young one. Had I known you were here I would not even have began my practice."
The boy nodded. Legolas hesitated then wiped stray hair from the childs face. He assumed that if the child was in Rivendell, Elrond must know. He'd nearly killed the guest of his cousin, and a child at that. Some Hero he was. He felt terrible for it. The child was shakeing now and Legolas did the only thing he could do, he pulled him into a comforting embrace and tried to hush him. Aragorn stiffend for a little, the sensation of someone wanting to comfort him like this was utterly new to him. He buried his face in the blonde elf's hair, but didn't allow himself to cry.
"What's your name?" Legolas asked him softly, still berateing himself for what he'd almost done.
"Aragorn." The young Man, still a child, pulled away and got his first proper look at the elf. He had a beautiful face, even by elfin standards, with clear green eyes the same shade as the evergreen trees. Aragorn reached up and touched the thin circlet of bronze that graced the elf's forehead. "Are you a king?"
"No young one, I am a Prince. The Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Legolas? What does it mean?"
"Greenleaf." Legolas stood as the call went out announceing the feast would soon begin "Come little Aragorn, there is a feast to be held and I am sure you will need to change. You have grass stains on your leggings."
Aragorn smiled innocently and followed Legolas into the cool shade of the homely house.