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Prologue: Its been months since the Ring was cast into the fires of Mount Doom. Everyone went back to their happy little lives, except for one. Sure, he went back to his life, but it wasn't all that happy.
The one man's - or rather, elf - name was Legolas Greenleaf; a prince of Elfkind. A prince that had fallen in love. With a human... But it wasn't with just any human...
*
"Aragorn!" I cried, running swiftly to catch up with him.
He turned to face me, and looked at me questioningly. "Yes?"
"Are... you staying for the feast tonight? It is practically in your honor," I reminded him.
He smiled at me. "Of course I am. I wouldn't miss it."
I smiled back at him.
*
That night, I sat across the table from Aragorn, who sat beside Arwen, the lovely Elf Princess. No one ate much on that particular night - the air was warm and humid, the kind of air that made people lose their appetite. As he spoke with Arwen, I watched him. He smiled a lot.
'He used to smile when he was with me...' I thought, almost sadly. Snapping my head up, I realized he had called my name.
"Yes?" I nearly tripped over my word.
"Come," he motioned for me to join him and Arwen at the side of the room.
Less then a moment later, the three of us had stepped outside the room, down a small hallway and onto one of the balconies - one quite out of the way which overlooked the river.
"I wanted to tell the two of you first - you are my dearest friends so I thought you should know before anyone else..." Aragorn started, then paused.
Arwen glanced at me, but neither one of us knew what he was getting to. I had never seen him so worried about anything before, so we stayed silent until he was ready to talk.
"I'm... going away..." Aragorn began.
Arwen looked shocked, and I'm sure I did, too.
"Just for awhile," he rushed, seeing the looks on our faces. "I need to go and find my past..." he rushed on.
Arwen turned her face down, and spoke something in Elvish to me - but it was not aloud, for Elves have the ability to communicate through our minds. Aragorn knew that we were talking, but he would have no idea what we were saying, for we kept our expressions blank.
I spoke back to her, and Aragorn simply looked at us; it was difficult for him when we spoke like this, for it meant that Arwen was saying something she wanted only few to know.
Minutes later, Arwen spoke aloud, so that Aragorn could understand what we were talking about.
"If you must go, then go. I will wait for you, if that's how you want it," Arwen looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes.
"I... I must go," Aragorn's voice held firm, and he put a hand on Arwen's shoulder. "I will miss you." He hugged her tightly for only a moment, then she pulled away and wiped her eyes. Turning her back on us, she looked over the river.
"I will miss you, too, Legolas," Aragorn said, looking straight in my eyes. "Do not think I will not, because I will. You have been probably the greatest friend I have known for a long time."
"I will miss you, Aragorn," I choked on my words.
He smiled at me, then held out his hand.
I accepted it, but he surprised me by pulling me into a hug.
"What I know about love, Legolas, could fit into the head of a pin. That is how little I know. But," he whispered in my ear. "I think I can tell when someone loves me."
I gasped inwardly and tried to pull away.
"Do not worry, my friend, for I admit I have some feelings for you as well."
This did not relax me at all, and I attempted to struggle out of his arms but he held me fast and spoke so quietly that I had to lean right in to his face to hear him.
"I know your feelings, and I know mine. They do not bother me, and they should not bother you. But since I am going away, this may give both of us some time to think about this all."
"But, Aragorn-"
He silenced me with a kiss.
Pulling away, he smiled sadly at me, then walked over to talk to Arwen.
He kissed me! I could hardly believe it! I held a finger to where his lips touched mine. I didn't know what to think, so I didn't. I walked to the opposite side of the balcony and watched a different part of the river so they could talk alone.
*
I woke up the next morning as the sun streamed in through the curtains I had put on the window in my room, to try and keep out some of the light.
Sighing as I recalled the previous night - the part where he said he was leaving - I wished I could go back to sleep, but I could not.
Opening my eyes slowly, I pulled the blankets off and stared up at the ceiling.
*
"Legolas! Where have you been?" Raia - a friend so dear to me that she could be my sister - ran up to me and threw her arms around me.
"Good morning, Raia," I smiled. I cannot help but smile around her. She's just so happy. "What's all the fuss about?"
"There is someone here to see you!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me off in the direction of the main chambers.
*
"Leis!" I exclaimed, dropping Raia's hand. They two of them giggled at me - standing there with total and complete shock on my face.
Leis - whose actual name was Leisana - grinned at me. Tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, she nodded her head at me.
"Hello, husband."
*
"Where are we going?" Aragorn asked as I lead him away from central part of Rivendell.
"As far away from Leis as we can," I replied, and stopped to examine a tree to my right.
"And... Who exactly is that?" he raised an eyebrow.
I groaned and climbed onto one of the lower branches, where I was still low enough to look at him face-to-face. "My... fiancee."
"Your what?" Aragorn gasped.
Closing my eyes, I leaned against the tree and stretched my legs out on the branch. "We were supposed to be married some time ago."
"Why?"
"Because that's what some of the elders wanted, and Leis wanted it, too. I didn't really have a say in it."
I felt Aragorn come and lean beside me. "Huh... Why didn't you get married?"
"Because I ran away," I said, matter-of-factly.
Aragorn laughed. "You? You ran away?" There was disbelief in his voice.
"I certainly did," I smiled, and opened my eyes, to see him looking intently at me. "What?" I asked, frowning.
I wasn't sure if I liked how he was looking at me, but then again...
*
Nighttime came before we returned. We had started talking about relationships, then he started talking about love... Not romance-love, but feelings-love, and how he felt it for two different people, but could only choose one.
I told him how I loved one person, but had to be with another - neither one of us had such a good decision to make.
By the time the sun was setting, neither of us cared to hide the fact that he was talking about Arwen and I: I was talking about Leis and him.
Finally, he kissed me and told me to go home. I replied that I would, but only if he came as well.
*
Days passed as Aragorn prepared to leave. I didn't want to tell Arwen what he felt for me, and he didn't want to say anything either, although we both thought that she knew.
Leis continued to stay in Rivendell, but spent most of her time with Raia, and left me alone. That was one thing she was good at: knowing when I needed space.
Finally, it was the day when Aragorn had to leave. I didn't want to wake up that morning, because then I would have to see him and say good-bye.
Besides, the sun hadn't even risen yet. So I rolled over in my bed and pulled the blankets closer around me.
"Hey, stop stealing all the blankets," I heard a voice say, and it nearly killed me I was so startled.
I jumped out of bed and eyed the person who'd spoken.
"Ar-Aragorn?" I stuttered.
"No one but. Now get under the covers before all the warmth is gone," he smiled and lifted up one side of the blanket.
I blushed as I realized that he was looking at me in nothing but my leggings, and I awkwardly crawled back into my bed.
"What are you doing in here?" I whispered as I lay down on my back; he was to my left, lying on his side.
"You don't remember?" he asked.
"Oh no, what did I forget?" I asked quietly, racking my mind.
He laughed gently. "I told you days ago I was going to sneak in here one morning."
"I thought you were joking!" I looked over at him.
"Mmm... Think what you want. Now go back to sleep before we wake someone up with all our talking," he said, and wrapped his arms around me.
*
I was barely awake when I realized why; someone was kissing me. I didn't open my eyes, just kissed them back. I already knew it was. When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me.
"What are you doing?" I yawned, and he kissed my forehead.
"Waking you up the best way I know," he touched my hair.
I looked up at him with sad eyes. "You're..."
"Shh," he said, putting a finger on my lips. "I know. It's not until later, so we'll worry about it then."
Nodding, I reached my arms up, and pulled him down into an embrace.
*
It was after the sun risen directly overhead that I finally climbed down from the tree I had been sitting in ever since the hours ago that Aragorn had saddled his horse, said his farewells to everyone, and left.
I didn't want to go back and see Leis, Raia, Elrond, Arwen, everyone... I didn't want anyone to see me sad. Elves aren't supposed to be sad. Now all I could do was wait for him to return.
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How was that for a beginning? All right, I hope... Please R/R, but no flames! Thanks!
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Prologue: Its been months since the Ring was cast into the fires of Mount Doom. Everyone went back to their happy little lives, except for one. Sure, he went back to his life, but it wasn't all that happy.
The one man's - or rather, elf - name was Legolas Greenleaf; a prince of Elfkind. A prince that had fallen in love. With a human... But it wasn't with just any human...
*
"Aragorn!" I cried, running swiftly to catch up with him.
He turned to face me, and looked at me questioningly. "Yes?"
"Are... you staying for the feast tonight? It is practically in your honor," I reminded him.
He smiled at me. "Of course I am. I wouldn't miss it."
I smiled back at him.
*
That night, I sat across the table from Aragorn, who sat beside Arwen, the lovely Elf Princess. No one ate much on that particular night - the air was warm and humid, the kind of air that made people lose their appetite. As he spoke with Arwen, I watched him. He smiled a lot.
'He used to smile when he was with me...' I thought, almost sadly. Snapping my head up, I realized he had called my name.
"Yes?" I nearly tripped over my word.
"Come," he motioned for me to join him and Arwen at the side of the room.
Less then a moment later, the three of us had stepped outside the room, down a small hallway and onto one of the balconies - one quite out of the way which overlooked the river.
"I wanted to tell the two of you first - you are my dearest friends so I thought you should know before anyone else..." Aragorn started, then paused.
Arwen glanced at me, but neither one of us knew what he was getting to. I had never seen him so worried about anything before, so we stayed silent until he was ready to talk.
"I'm... going away..." Aragorn began.
Arwen looked shocked, and I'm sure I did, too.
"Just for awhile," he rushed, seeing the looks on our faces. "I need to go and find my past..." he rushed on.
Arwen turned her face down, and spoke something in Elvish to me - but it was not aloud, for Elves have the ability to communicate through our minds. Aragorn knew that we were talking, but he would have no idea what we were saying, for we kept our expressions blank.
I spoke back to her, and Aragorn simply looked at us; it was difficult for him when we spoke like this, for it meant that Arwen was saying something she wanted only few to know.
Minutes later, Arwen spoke aloud, so that Aragorn could understand what we were talking about.
"If you must go, then go. I will wait for you, if that's how you want it," Arwen looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes.
"I... I must go," Aragorn's voice held firm, and he put a hand on Arwen's shoulder. "I will miss you." He hugged her tightly for only a moment, then she pulled away and wiped her eyes. Turning her back on us, she looked over the river.
"I will miss you, too, Legolas," Aragorn said, looking straight in my eyes. "Do not think I will not, because I will. You have been probably the greatest friend I have known for a long time."
"I will miss you, Aragorn," I choked on my words.
He smiled at me, then held out his hand.
I accepted it, but he surprised me by pulling me into a hug.
"What I know about love, Legolas, could fit into the head of a pin. That is how little I know. But," he whispered in my ear. "I think I can tell when someone loves me."
I gasped inwardly and tried to pull away.
"Do not worry, my friend, for I admit I have some feelings for you as well."
This did not relax me at all, and I attempted to struggle out of his arms but he held me fast and spoke so quietly that I had to lean right in to his face to hear him.
"I know your feelings, and I know mine. They do not bother me, and they should not bother you. But since I am going away, this may give both of us some time to think about this all."
"But, Aragorn-"
He silenced me with a kiss.
Pulling away, he smiled sadly at me, then walked over to talk to Arwen.
He kissed me! I could hardly believe it! I held a finger to where his lips touched mine. I didn't know what to think, so I didn't. I walked to the opposite side of the balcony and watched a different part of the river so they could talk alone.
*
I woke up the next morning as the sun streamed in through the curtains I had put on the window in my room, to try and keep out some of the light.
Sighing as I recalled the previous night - the part where he said he was leaving - I wished I could go back to sleep, but I could not.
Opening my eyes slowly, I pulled the blankets off and stared up at the ceiling.
*
"Legolas! Where have you been?" Raia - a friend so dear to me that she could be my sister - ran up to me and threw her arms around me.
"Good morning, Raia," I smiled. I cannot help but smile around her. She's just so happy. "What's all the fuss about?"
"There is someone here to see you!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me off in the direction of the main chambers.
*
"Leis!" I exclaimed, dropping Raia's hand. They two of them giggled at me - standing there with total and complete shock on my face.
Leis - whose actual name was Leisana - grinned at me. Tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, she nodded her head at me.
"Hello, husband."
*
"Where are we going?" Aragorn asked as I lead him away from central part of Rivendell.
"As far away from Leis as we can," I replied, and stopped to examine a tree to my right.
"And... Who exactly is that?" he raised an eyebrow.
I groaned and climbed onto one of the lower branches, where I was still low enough to look at him face-to-face. "My... fiancee."
"Your what?" Aragorn gasped.
Closing my eyes, I leaned against the tree and stretched my legs out on the branch. "We were supposed to be married some time ago."
"Why?"
"Because that's what some of the elders wanted, and Leis wanted it, too. I didn't really have a say in it."
I felt Aragorn come and lean beside me. "Huh... Why didn't you get married?"
"Because I ran away," I said, matter-of-factly.
Aragorn laughed. "You? You ran away?" There was disbelief in his voice.
"I certainly did," I smiled, and opened my eyes, to see him looking intently at me. "What?" I asked, frowning.
I wasn't sure if I liked how he was looking at me, but then again...
*
Nighttime came before we returned. We had started talking about relationships, then he started talking about love... Not romance-love, but feelings-love, and how he felt it for two different people, but could only choose one.
I told him how I loved one person, but had to be with another - neither one of us had such a good decision to make.
By the time the sun was setting, neither of us cared to hide the fact that he was talking about Arwen and I: I was talking about Leis and him.
Finally, he kissed me and told me to go home. I replied that I would, but only if he came as well.
*
Days passed as Aragorn prepared to leave. I didn't want to tell Arwen what he felt for me, and he didn't want to say anything either, although we both thought that she knew.
Leis continued to stay in Rivendell, but spent most of her time with Raia, and left me alone. That was one thing she was good at: knowing when I needed space.
Finally, it was the day when Aragorn had to leave. I didn't want to wake up that morning, because then I would have to see him and say good-bye.
Besides, the sun hadn't even risen yet. So I rolled over in my bed and pulled the blankets closer around me.
"Hey, stop stealing all the blankets," I heard a voice say, and it nearly killed me I was so startled.
I jumped out of bed and eyed the person who'd spoken.
"Ar-Aragorn?" I stuttered.
"No one but. Now get under the covers before all the warmth is gone," he smiled and lifted up one side of the blanket.
I blushed as I realized that he was looking at me in nothing but my leggings, and I awkwardly crawled back into my bed.
"What are you doing in here?" I whispered as I lay down on my back; he was to my left, lying on his side.
"You don't remember?" he asked.
"Oh no, what did I forget?" I asked quietly, racking my mind.
He laughed gently. "I told you days ago I was going to sneak in here one morning."
"I thought you were joking!" I looked over at him.
"Mmm... Think what you want. Now go back to sleep before we wake someone up with all our talking," he said, and wrapped his arms around me.
*
I was barely awake when I realized why; someone was kissing me. I didn't open my eyes, just kissed them back. I already knew it was. When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me.
"What are you doing?" I yawned, and he kissed my forehead.
"Waking you up the best way I know," he touched my hair.
I looked up at him with sad eyes. "You're..."
"Shh," he said, putting a finger on my lips. "I know. It's not until later, so we'll worry about it then."
Nodding, I reached my arms up, and pulled him down into an embrace.
*
It was after the sun risen directly overhead that I finally climbed down from the tree I had been sitting in ever since the hours ago that Aragorn had saddled his horse, said his farewells to everyone, and left.
I didn't want to go back and see Leis, Raia, Elrond, Arwen, everyone... I didn't want anyone to see me sad. Elves aren't supposed to be sad. Now all I could do was wait for him to return.
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How was that for a beginning? All right, I hope... Please R/R, but no flames! Thanks!