DISCLAIMER: We all know these characters aren't mine. They belong to the Tolkien Estate, not me.
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Revealed - Chapter 17
Legolas was quiet for a long time after we left Mirkwood. I was unsurprised, for it must be hard for him to leave the place he had known since birth, knowing he would never be able to return. We rode side by side in silence for the whole day; he only spoke to bid us a good night once we had stopped to rest overnight.
The next day, he seemed a little happier, and talked a little.
By the third day of our travels, he had returned to being the cheerful elf I had always known, and chatted readily to the others in our party.
I rode up next to Lord Elrond. We had spoken little since our departure from Mirkwood, for I had ridden beside Legolas since then being worried about his quietness.
"Good afternoon my lord," I greeted him.
"Good afternoon Aragorn."
I then asked the question that had been sitting in my mind since we left.
"What you said to King Thranduil about a quest...you were not lying, were you?" I asked.
"No, Aragorn, I was truthful. There will be a quest. You and Legolas shall partake in it, but I feel it will bring you closer together, rather than pushing you apart."
"How will this quest come to pass?"
"I know not."
With that, I slowed a little in order to ride next to Legolas, telling him the news.
The remainder of our journey was uneventful, and we arrived at Rivendell to find the Lord Elrond had arranged for us to have a number of rooms at the top of the house, away from others. I smiled inwardly at his kindness. My room was beside Legolas's, a door adjoining the two rooms. This pleased me, for it would allow us to see each other without the other inhabitants of the house - those who did not yet know the truth about Legolas and I - becoming suspicious.
I was glad to see Arwen again; she greeted us with an embrace and a smile, welcoming us 'home.'
Rivendell truly was our home now.
Legolas grew happier by the day, and we walked Rivendell together, still marvelling at the beautiful buildings we already knew so well.
Soon events came to pass that led us to the quest Lord Elrond had spoken of. I had to leave my dear Legolas and go to Bree for a while; having to find four hobbits, and lead them to Rivendell. I was told that one hobbit held something important, but did not know what until I saw with my own eyes: a magic ring. And not just that, for the little person bore the ring of Sauron, and its evil filled the room like the stench of death.
Many things unfolded, and we found ourselves amidst a party of nine who were to partake in the quest: Legolas, myself, Gandalf the wizard, a dwarf named Gimli, the hobbits, and another man. Boromir.
I cannot say I was happy to see the man again, but if Lord Elrond had allowed him to participate in the quest and return to Rivendell, I knew I must accept his presence.
Legolas, too, scowled at him, and they argued at the council held by Lord Elrond.
But that did not prevent us setting off towards the terrible eye, towards Mordor. We all knew the path would be long and arduous; I felt pity for the little ones who did not seem to realise they may not come out of this alive. In a way, I pitied Boromir too. No lady friend in Gondor did he speak of, and he walked alone. The hobbits had each other. I had Legolas, Gimli loved gold as all dwarves did, and Gandalf...Gandalf was wed to his status as part of the Istari. Boromir had no one. I remembered what it was like to feel lonely, and tried to speak with him, only to gain gruff replies and have him walk away.
Legolas kept away from him, and I can place no blame upon the elf for doing so after Boromir's deception; a memory both of us would bear throughout our lives.
TBC
A/N: Yeah, this part is really short too. I could write half the quest, but its already been done by the genius J.R.R. Tolkien. So I shan't write it, and this chapter will remain short (although I do kinda hate having chapters as short as this!)
NOTES: Aragorn's POV
A Secret Revealed - Chapter 17
Legolas was quiet for a long time after we left Mirkwood. I was unsurprised, for it must be hard for him to leave the place he had known since birth, knowing he would never be able to return. We rode side by side in silence for the whole day; he only spoke to bid us a good night once we had stopped to rest overnight.
The next day, he seemed a little happier, and talked a little.
By the third day of our travels, he had returned to being the cheerful elf I had always known, and chatted readily to the others in our party.
I rode up next to Lord Elrond. We had spoken little since our departure from Mirkwood, for I had ridden beside Legolas since then being worried about his quietness.
"Good afternoon my lord," I greeted him.
"Good afternoon Aragorn."
I then asked the question that had been sitting in my mind since we left.
"What you said to King Thranduil about a quest...you were not lying, were you?" I asked.
"No, Aragorn, I was truthful. There will be a quest. You and Legolas shall partake in it, but I feel it will bring you closer together, rather than pushing you apart."
"How will this quest come to pass?"
"I know not."
With that, I slowed a little in order to ride next to Legolas, telling him the news.
The remainder of our journey was uneventful, and we arrived at Rivendell to find the Lord Elrond had arranged for us to have a number of rooms at the top of the house, away from others. I smiled inwardly at his kindness. My room was beside Legolas's, a door adjoining the two rooms. This pleased me, for it would allow us to see each other without the other inhabitants of the house - those who did not yet know the truth about Legolas and I - becoming suspicious.
I was glad to see Arwen again; she greeted us with an embrace and a smile, welcoming us 'home.'
Rivendell truly was our home now.
Legolas grew happier by the day, and we walked Rivendell together, still marvelling at the beautiful buildings we already knew so well.
Soon events came to pass that led us to the quest Lord Elrond had spoken of. I had to leave my dear Legolas and go to Bree for a while; having to find four hobbits, and lead them to Rivendell. I was told that one hobbit held something important, but did not know what until I saw with my own eyes: a magic ring. And not just that, for the little person bore the ring of Sauron, and its evil filled the room like the stench of death.
Many things unfolded, and we found ourselves amidst a party of nine who were to partake in the quest: Legolas, myself, Gandalf the wizard, a dwarf named Gimli, the hobbits, and another man. Boromir.
I cannot say I was happy to see the man again, but if Lord Elrond had allowed him to participate in the quest and return to Rivendell, I knew I must accept his presence.
Legolas, too, scowled at him, and they argued at the council held by Lord Elrond.
But that did not prevent us setting off towards the terrible eye, towards Mordor. We all knew the path would be long and arduous; I felt pity for the little ones who did not seem to realise they may not come out of this alive. In a way, I pitied Boromir too. No lady friend in Gondor did he speak of, and he walked alone. The hobbits had each other. I had Legolas, Gimli loved gold as all dwarves did, and Gandalf...Gandalf was wed to his status as part of the Istari. Boromir had no one. I remembered what it was like to feel lonely, and tried to speak with him, only to gain gruff replies and have him walk away.
Legolas kept away from him, and I can place no blame upon the elf for doing so after Boromir's deception; a memory both of us would bear throughout our lives.
TBC
A/N: Yeah, this part is really short too. I could write half the quest, but its already been done by the genius J.R.R. Tolkien. So I shan't write it, and this chapter will remain short (although I do kinda hate having chapters as short as this!)