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NOTES: Aragorn's POV. Short chapter, but others will be longer.
A Secret Shared - Chapter 2
Leaving his room, I could barely believe what Legolas had told me. Nor what I had admitted to him. I almost kicked myself when I saw the shock on his face, thinking that I had done irreparable damage to our friendship. Even now, I cannot believe that I actually told him; it all happened as if it was just another dream - at any moment I'm expecting to wake up.
But instead of being repulsed, he reached out to me, and spoke with such sweetness only he can. His words were so simple, yet to my ears they were the most beautiful words ever spoken. With so few words, Legolas had healed pains my heart has endured for many years.
I felt more alive than I ever had, an unseen burden was lifted from my shoulders. The sunlight streamed into the hallways, and for once I was glad of it. I stood for a moment in a ray of light, revelling in the warmth upon my face and hands, feeling it sink into my aching bones.
As I continued along the hallway, I met the healer Liadriel, who I recalled had been one of the first to help Legolas. I smiled at her and thanked her for tending 'to my greatest friend.'
But no one can be told yet, about these feelings that the elf prince and I harbour for each other. In some ways, I feel as if it doesn't matter. If I have him, nothing matters. Gondor can remain as it is, I would happily continue life away from all this, find a place and build a new home, where Legolas and I could live in peace, should people not accept the feelings we have for each other. Yet there is still that sense of foreboding, telling me that it is not time to tell.
It would hurt too many people, to reveal the forbidden feelings Legolas and I wield for each other; Arwen tells me she does not mind, yet in my heart of hearts I feel this is a lie. I will be eternally grateful to her, for the favour she has done, the sacrifice she has made for me. I dread telling Lord Elrond about this turn of events.
I pondered more about telling people of this during lunch, although I was finding thinking to be difficult, as I felt inclined to join in the cheerful conversations at the table. It felt good to have food in my stomach, it wasn't until I sat down that I realised how hungry I was, nor that I hadn't eaten a proper meal in a while.
Elrond had already ordered for a bowl of nourishing soup to be sent to Legolas's room, along with bread and another jug of water. Insisting that I should be the one to take it to him, I received a few strange looks, and hurriedly made the excuse that as one of my dearest friends, I should be the one to take the food to him. Arwen gave me a knowing smile, and Elrond stared hard at me for a moment, before giving a nod of approval, a strange expression upon his face. Taking the tray of food, I left the room and made my way to Legolas's room.
He was sleeping when I got there, so I quietly set the tray on the table and moved it close to the bed, so that he could reach it when he woke up. He looked so peaceful, his golden hair spread over the pillows, his unseeing eyes shining brightly, and a smile playing across his lips.
I stood and gazed at him for a while, then not wishing to wake him, I crept out of the room and went to take a bath.
Leaning back in the warm water, I closed my eyes, inhaling the steam. The water seemed to wash the last of my troubles away, and for a while I thought of nothing but the happiness that was in my heart, happiness unlike any that I had felt before.
For I loved Legolas, and he loved me.
TBC
NOTES: Aragorn's POV. Short chapter, but others will be longer.
A Secret Shared - Chapter 2
Leaving his room, I could barely believe what Legolas had told me. Nor what I had admitted to him. I almost kicked myself when I saw the shock on his face, thinking that I had done irreparable damage to our friendship. Even now, I cannot believe that I actually told him; it all happened as if it was just another dream - at any moment I'm expecting to wake up.
But instead of being repulsed, he reached out to me, and spoke with such sweetness only he can. His words were so simple, yet to my ears they were the most beautiful words ever spoken. With so few words, Legolas had healed pains my heart has endured for many years.
I felt more alive than I ever had, an unseen burden was lifted from my shoulders. The sunlight streamed into the hallways, and for once I was glad of it. I stood for a moment in a ray of light, revelling in the warmth upon my face and hands, feeling it sink into my aching bones.
As I continued along the hallway, I met the healer Liadriel, who I recalled had been one of the first to help Legolas. I smiled at her and thanked her for tending 'to my greatest friend.'
But no one can be told yet, about these feelings that the elf prince and I harbour for each other. In some ways, I feel as if it doesn't matter. If I have him, nothing matters. Gondor can remain as it is, I would happily continue life away from all this, find a place and build a new home, where Legolas and I could live in peace, should people not accept the feelings we have for each other. Yet there is still that sense of foreboding, telling me that it is not time to tell.
It would hurt too many people, to reveal the forbidden feelings Legolas and I wield for each other; Arwen tells me she does not mind, yet in my heart of hearts I feel this is a lie. I will be eternally grateful to her, for the favour she has done, the sacrifice she has made for me. I dread telling Lord Elrond about this turn of events.
I pondered more about telling people of this during lunch, although I was finding thinking to be difficult, as I felt inclined to join in the cheerful conversations at the table. It felt good to have food in my stomach, it wasn't until I sat down that I realised how hungry I was, nor that I hadn't eaten a proper meal in a while.
Elrond had already ordered for a bowl of nourishing soup to be sent to Legolas's room, along with bread and another jug of water. Insisting that I should be the one to take it to him, I received a few strange looks, and hurriedly made the excuse that as one of my dearest friends, I should be the one to take the food to him. Arwen gave me a knowing smile, and Elrond stared hard at me for a moment, before giving a nod of approval, a strange expression upon his face. Taking the tray of food, I left the room and made my way to Legolas's room.
He was sleeping when I got there, so I quietly set the tray on the table and moved it close to the bed, so that he could reach it when he woke up. He looked so peaceful, his golden hair spread over the pillows, his unseeing eyes shining brightly, and a smile playing across his lips.
I stood and gazed at him for a while, then not wishing to wake him, I crept out of the room and went to take a bath.
Leaning back in the warm water, I closed my eyes, inhaling the steam. The water seemed to wash the last of my troubles away, and for a while I thought of nothing but the happiness that was in my heart, happiness unlike any that I had felt before.
For I loved Legolas, and he loved me.
TBC