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NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 7
The morning was bright and sunny, and I could hear the sound of birds and the songs of the elves as I walked through the gardens, a spring in my step and my heart light. I enjoyed taking walks before breakfast; it allowed me to think about things, although all I wished for now was to have Legolas in my company. With that thought, I turned and strode back towards the house, looking forward to taking the morning meal.
At the table, Legolas and I took up our façade, pretending to be little more than comrades. It pained me to do so, and when I glanced at him I saw a troubled look in his eyes. All through breakfast, I noticed he kept looking at Boromir, a confused expression on his face. I resolved to ask him of this later, when we had time to speak in private.
I did not get to talk to him until most of the household had retired to their chambers. He was in a library, seated at the window and gazing out with glassy eyes.
"Legolas?"
He looked up, and smiled when he saw me, "Aragorn, it pleases me to see you."
Sitting beside me, I brought up the question that had been in my mind all day. "You looked troubled this morning. What bothers you so?"
"It is nothing," he replied, gazing out of the window again.
Knowing this was untrue, I felt the urge to press further about this, but could feel his discomfort on the matter, and let it drop. "Well if you have troubles, do not hesitate to speak of them to me," I told him.
"Thank you, Aragorn," he said, without turning back from looking out of the window.
I sat with him for a while, occasionally we made conversation but he did not seem to want to talk. Eventually I took my leave, and bidding him good night, retired to my rooms.
I did not sleep when I got there. Instead I sat at the desk, thinking about Legolas. Something was definitely troubling him, yet he would not tell me of it. I worried that it was to do with me, or something terrible that he could not speak to me about. It worried me greatly, and I knew that I could not rest properly until I knew of what troubles him.
I sat there for hours, until the first suggestion of sunshine appeared over the horizon. I couldn't find anything for Legolas to fret over, aside from our being discovered; I could not see that it was a subject he could not talk to me about; after all I too had the same worry.
I slept only a short while, during the time it took for the sun to rise into the sky. The sun seemed overly bright, causing me to squint when I went to the window. Outside, I could see everyone going about their daily business, and smiled as I saw Legolas. As he walked along a pathway, I saw that man, Boromir, coming the other way, and stop him to talk with him. Legolas looked a little bothered by the man, and just as I was about to go outside to greet them both, the Gondorian looked up to my window, and raised a hand in greeting, a smile - or a smirk - spreading across his face. Legolas turned when to look too, when he saw Boromir raise his hand, and smiled his beautiful smile at me, giving me a nod of acknowledgement. I waved to them both, and watched as they both went on their way; Boromir returning to the house of Elrond, and Legolas out into the beautiful gardens of Rivendell.
All were gathered at the table for breakfast, Legolas had returned from his walk seeming happier, yet when he saw Boromir sitting further along the table, he seemed to almost retract into himself, looking like he wished he was invisible. I fixed him with a stare, then raised my eyebrows, and looked pointedly towards the man. Legolas just dropped his eyes to his plate, suddenly very interested in his food.
I caught up with him later that day, challenging him about his quietness, and his unwillingness to engage in conversation with Boromir.
"What do you mean, I looked discomforted?" Legolas turned away.
"That is what I felt."
He did not reply.
"Legolas, I can *see* that the man makes you uncomfortable. All I'm asking is why?"
"He just...I just...I just dislike him that is all," he sighed.
"That is unusual for you, Legolas, you usually seem friendly towards everyone besides those infernal Orcs,"
"Boromir might as well be an Orc, for there is no place for him as a companion, he disgusts me, he is so coarse and common, he is rough and brash, he is far from being a gentleman. How can he be the son to the Steward of Gondor?" he sounded irritated.
"Give him a chance, mell," I said gently, laying a hand on his arm. He sighed, and giving me a longing look, made his excuses and left.
I watched him walk away, disappearing down the hallways and out of my view. I wished that I could spend more time with him, yet we both knew we could not afford to arouse suspicion by spending too much time with each other. I wished that I could spend a night wrapped in his arms, to sleep beside him, to dream his dreams. Yet how could I? Despite the occasional secret kisses, stolen in locked rooms and hidden doorways, Legolas and I spent no more time together, expressed nothing more for each other, than we did when we were merely friends. We still were only friends, it was not as if we were courting in any way - the whole of Middle Earth would be shocked if we were to do that. The only difference between then and now was that we have confessed our true feelings for each other.
Yet we are tied from acting upon them.
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Shared - Chapter 7
The morning was bright and sunny, and I could hear the sound of birds and the songs of the elves as I walked through the gardens, a spring in my step and my heart light. I enjoyed taking walks before breakfast; it allowed me to think about things, although all I wished for now was to have Legolas in my company. With that thought, I turned and strode back towards the house, looking forward to taking the morning meal.
At the table, Legolas and I took up our façade, pretending to be little more than comrades. It pained me to do so, and when I glanced at him I saw a troubled look in his eyes. All through breakfast, I noticed he kept looking at Boromir, a confused expression on his face. I resolved to ask him of this later, when we had time to speak in private.
I did not get to talk to him until most of the household had retired to their chambers. He was in a library, seated at the window and gazing out with glassy eyes.
"Legolas?"
He looked up, and smiled when he saw me, "Aragorn, it pleases me to see you."
Sitting beside me, I brought up the question that had been in my mind all day. "You looked troubled this morning. What bothers you so?"
"It is nothing," he replied, gazing out of the window again.
Knowing this was untrue, I felt the urge to press further about this, but could feel his discomfort on the matter, and let it drop. "Well if you have troubles, do not hesitate to speak of them to me," I told him.
"Thank you, Aragorn," he said, without turning back from looking out of the window.
I sat with him for a while, occasionally we made conversation but he did not seem to want to talk. Eventually I took my leave, and bidding him good night, retired to my rooms.
I did not sleep when I got there. Instead I sat at the desk, thinking about Legolas. Something was definitely troubling him, yet he would not tell me of it. I worried that it was to do with me, or something terrible that he could not speak to me about. It worried me greatly, and I knew that I could not rest properly until I knew of what troubles him.
I sat there for hours, until the first suggestion of sunshine appeared over the horizon. I couldn't find anything for Legolas to fret over, aside from our being discovered; I could not see that it was a subject he could not talk to me about; after all I too had the same worry.
I slept only a short while, during the time it took for the sun to rise into the sky. The sun seemed overly bright, causing me to squint when I went to the window. Outside, I could see everyone going about their daily business, and smiled as I saw Legolas. As he walked along a pathway, I saw that man, Boromir, coming the other way, and stop him to talk with him. Legolas looked a little bothered by the man, and just as I was about to go outside to greet them both, the Gondorian looked up to my window, and raised a hand in greeting, a smile - or a smirk - spreading across his face. Legolas turned when to look too, when he saw Boromir raise his hand, and smiled his beautiful smile at me, giving me a nod of acknowledgement. I waved to them both, and watched as they both went on their way; Boromir returning to the house of Elrond, and Legolas out into the beautiful gardens of Rivendell.
All were gathered at the table for breakfast, Legolas had returned from his walk seeming happier, yet when he saw Boromir sitting further along the table, he seemed to almost retract into himself, looking like he wished he was invisible. I fixed him with a stare, then raised my eyebrows, and looked pointedly towards the man. Legolas just dropped his eyes to his plate, suddenly very interested in his food.
I caught up with him later that day, challenging him about his quietness, and his unwillingness to engage in conversation with Boromir.
"What do you mean, I looked discomforted?" Legolas turned away.
"That is what I felt."
He did not reply.
"Legolas, I can *see* that the man makes you uncomfortable. All I'm asking is why?"
"He just...I just...I just dislike him that is all," he sighed.
"That is unusual for you, Legolas, you usually seem friendly towards everyone besides those infernal Orcs,"
"Boromir might as well be an Orc, for there is no place for him as a companion, he disgusts me, he is so coarse and common, he is rough and brash, he is far from being a gentleman. How can he be the son to the Steward of Gondor?" he sounded irritated.
"Give him a chance, mell," I said gently, laying a hand on his arm. He sighed, and giving me a longing look, made his excuses and left.
I watched him walk away, disappearing down the hallways and out of my view. I wished that I could spend more time with him, yet we both knew we could not afford to arouse suspicion by spending too much time with each other. I wished that I could spend a night wrapped in his arms, to sleep beside him, to dream his dreams. Yet how could I? Despite the occasional secret kisses, stolen in locked rooms and hidden doorways, Legolas and I spent no more time together, expressed nothing more for each other, than we did when we were merely friends. We still were only friends, it was not as if we were courting in any way - the whole of Middle Earth would be shocked if we were to do that. The only difference between then and now was that we have confessed our true feelings for each other.
Yet we are tied from acting upon them.