[Flashback]
Legolas- "Do you feel better now? It seems that your wounds have recovered."
Aragorn- "I do, and you have my gratitude…"
Legolas- "… Will you be leaving soon?"
Aragorn- "Aye, I must be off."
Legolas- "I will get some things prepared for you… rest now… for you have a long journey before you."
His eyes noted with a hint of sadness.
Aragorn- "… Why do you not stay a while? I know I am not much company but it does beat being lonely… does it not?"
Legolas- *Laughs * "Just because I am alone does not mean I am lonely…"
Aragorn- "Then you are happy?"
Legolas-"I did not say so…"
Aragorn- *rolls eyes* from his hand slips a locket that he had been looking at.
Legolas- picks it up and hands it to him… "It is beautiful."
Aragorn- "I've had it forever…" Looks up and seeing how Legolas's eyes seem to light up upon looking at it.
Legolas- "Treasure it… for it is gorgeous."
Aragorn- "I want you to have it… although your beauty exceeds it by all means."
Legolas- "You need not do that… … you do not owe me anything."
Aragorn- "No…. t'is not a token of gratitude… but of friendship…" 'And perhaps more'
Legolas- "I… I… thank you."
[End Flashback]
"Oh Legolas…" Aragorn whispered softly. He remembered how fragile his lover had looked the last time he had seen him. His kisses had been so soft and yet so frail, and his body remained so thin and broken. But no, he could not return to his beloved. He could only watch the pretty elf die if he did.
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Aragorn came upon the empty halls where only one figure stood, lonely and waiting. He approached the elf and knew in an instant it was not the one he had come to see.
"Where is the elven lord?" He spoke shakily.
"… Who are you?"
"I have come with news of his son."
"His son… he cares not for his son." The dark haired elf smirked.
"Where is he?"
"… He is gone… He will not be coming back for years…"
"How could that be?"
"… Do not ask me… I know not." The elf shrugged and walked away down the echoing halls.
Aragorn could feel his body taking a toll upon him. All hope was lost… He had lost.
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Legolas groaned softly. His hands clung to the wall for support as he tried to look about him. He had not much luck of getting anywhere in this health. The pain was slowly beginning to master him and he knew that he would soon have to give into it.
If only there was a way… some way to get to the one he loved. His hand slipped toward his waist in order to keep himself standing. He realized that there was a shadow standing over him.
"… So you have come to this…"
"… Father?" He muttered. The proud lord stood as if a statue of old times passed over him, his face was raged and stern.
"… You disgust me…" The elven lord struck his son hard knocking him to the ground.
Legolas did not answer, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and shook away the strands of golden hair that had fallen into his eyes.
"What have told you? What have I said million times?" The elven lord shouted through his rage.
"… Father… I know what you have said and it may be wisdom had I not found a better truth…"
"… Better… you ungrateful piece of filth… You think you have found something better than what I have given you? I offered you life but you turn around and betray me for this… man."
"He loves me…"
"Love you? What do you know of love? The pain that you feel now… is only but a glimpse of the pains of loving."
"… I can endure… I will endure everything for him…"
"What when he leaves you?"
"He will not…"
"He will play with you, like a yoyo upon a string and then cast you aside… to die. Look at you, hanging upon a thread… where is your lover to hold you now?"
Legolas said nothing. He knew very well where Aragorn was but he restrained from responding.
"… You sicken me… yet I am not without scruples…" The elven lord snapped as he looked towards his son, "Renounce him, and promise to me that you shall never, ever, go back to see him again. I have my ways of saving you."
"… I'm afraid I cannot do that…" Legolas said through clenched teeth, "I will not renounce my love… for I am bind in soul to him…"
The proud figure was now shaking with anger, so angry that he could have done the unthinkable.
"I love him, father." Legolas whispered, "I'm sorry, for disobeying you... but I will not apologize for being with him." He no longer feared death as he looked upon his father's stern eyes. Doubt in his heart had disappeared. A blinding sight he seemed just then, his shimmering blond hair blowing behind him and his proud sparkling eyes flashing, his fair figure stood tall and proud no longer bent with pain and grief. For it was all numb now…
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Of the fallowing weeks, I still have trouble to speak of. The elven lord had left, his hand clenched into fists, and his face scrunched in rage. Legolas was unshaken by his father's actions for he seemed to have a shield upon him. Alone he stood looking out towards the horizon, hoping and wishing upon Aragorn's return. But he saw nothing and finally his body grew too frail to handle it. A corpse he seemed lying alone on the bed and his eyes lost of thought.
With his waning strength he begged me to tell Aragorn that he was sorry, but he was all spent ere his lover did not return. I looked to him then, as if my eyes had witnessed a fallen angel. I nodded. He smiled, but only gently.
Aragorn did return, but only in time say farewell to the elven beauty. He knelt beside the bed, his eyes tearful and filled with sorrow. It was then that I had first seen my friend cry.
"I'm sorry…" Legolas bid him "Forgive me…"
"No… there is nothing to forgive… I love you so much…" Aragorn cried clasping the pale slender hand in his.
" I wanted to be with you… from the moment I saw you…" Legolas said his voice so frail and weak that it was hardly audible. "But a burden I was for you all this way… I'm so sorry…"
"No…. No…"Aragorn begged with his eyes shining.
"…Estel…" Legolas choked out fighting his failing body. He cupped a weak hand upon Aragorn's cheek.
"… Yes love…"Aragorn whispered kissing the hand of the elf lightly.
"… Hold me…" Legolas said with his last effort, "I have lived alone my entire life… do not let me die alone."
"You are not alone… nor will you ever have to be." Aragorn said amid his tears and lifted the fragile elf into his arms. There he held the withering flower…
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Not the end,
Still an Epilogue.