Just a short fic-thing I wrote when I was in a weird mood one day. I found
it this morning and thought I may as well upload it. It's pretty confusing
(That's what happens when you write things at 4am), but I really don't want
to edit it, because.. I don't know. I just don't. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I went to Tolkien's grave, and offered him sex in return to the copyrights to LOTR. Unfortunately, someone called the police for the strange way I was behaving in the cemetary, and I ended up with no copyrights, and several psychiatrists wanting to talk to me about my strange attraction to the dead.
Five Words Whispered.
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Legolas Greenleaf had only just arrived at Rivendell. He had been summoned to represent the Elves of Mirkwood at the Council fo Elrond, which was to be held the next day.
He decided to take a walk around the woods surrounding Rivendell, and eventually found himself standing beside a small river. He sat down and was soon lost in his thoughts, so lost, in fact, that he did not notice the dark figure walk up to sit beside him. It was only when Aragorn spoke that Legolas became aware of his presence.
"Hello, Legolas."
The Elf looked up from his hunched-over position, his expression changing from surprise to hurt to resentment as he recognised the tall Ranger beside him. He nodded coldly.
"Aragorn."
The Man paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.
"I know you must hate me. But we need to ta-"
"I don't want to hear it. And I think we both know that I said all I needed to say to you long ago."
The elf's face was contorted with pain as he continued, in a low, harsh voice that even he did not recognise as his own.
"I told you before, I understand." He too, paused before continuing.
"I understand.. You're too cowardly to admit to how you feel, who you are. You ran to Arwen." His voice took on a mocking, malicious tone.
"Yes, -she- will help you trick yourself into believing that you are what you're not. Yes, I understand."
Aragorn, who had sat stock-still during this little, hurtful speech, finally snarled
"You know nothing. I love Arwen! I'm not running, I'm not tricking anyone. What happened in the past was--"
"What you wanted. What happened in the past was what we both wanted, what we both needed."
"You are so full of it, Legolas, you know that?" The Ranger was angry - Very angry. But before he could throw another cutting remark at the Elf, he was interrupted again.
"At least I am who I am, and not using a poor woman to try and hide it."
"Leave Arwen out of this! She had nothing to do with.." Aragorn sighed, and spoke the remainder of his sentence softly ".. With us."
"There is no us. There was, once. But you ended it."
"I had to."
"You chose to! Because you were scared to lose your friends, to lose your ties with Elrond. Instead, you lost me."
Legolas had had enough. He was hurt and emotionally drained by this unwanted meeting. He stood quietly and began to walk away. A soft breeze swept past him, and he tried vainly to keep tears from forming in his eyes. He did not see the Ranger stand also, and watch him leave. He did not see the pain etched on his face. And he did not hear the five words whispered, to be stolen by the wind as soon as they had left the Man's lips.
"I still love you, Legolas."
Disclaimer: I went to Tolkien's grave, and offered him sex in return to the copyrights to LOTR. Unfortunately, someone called the police for the strange way I was behaving in the cemetary, and I ended up with no copyrights, and several psychiatrists wanting to talk to me about my strange attraction to the dead.
Five Words Whispered.
~
Legolas Greenleaf had only just arrived at Rivendell. He had been summoned to represent the Elves of Mirkwood at the Council fo Elrond, which was to be held the next day.
He decided to take a walk around the woods surrounding Rivendell, and eventually found himself standing beside a small river. He sat down and was soon lost in his thoughts, so lost, in fact, that he did not notice the dark figure walk up to sit beside him. It was only when Aragorn spoke that Legolas became aware of his presence.
"Hello, Legolas."
The Elf looked up from his hunched-over position, his expression changing from surprise to hurt to resentment as he recognised the tall Ranger beside him. He nodded coldly.
"Aragorn."
The Man paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.
"I know you must hate me. But we need to ta-"
"I don't want to hear it. And I think we both know that I said all I needed to say to you long ago."
The elf's face was contorted with pain as he continued, in a low, harsh voice that even he did not recognise as his own.
"I told you before, I understand." He too, paused before continuing.
"I understand.. You're too cowardly to admit to how you feel, who you are. You ran to Arwen." His voice took on a mocking, malicious tone.
"Yes, -she- will help you trick yourself into believing that you are what you're not. Yes, I understand."
Aragorn, who had sat stock-still during this little, hurtful speech, finally snarled
"You know nothing. I love Arwen! I'm not running, I'm not tricking anyone. What happened in the past was--"
"What you wanted. What happened in the past was what we both wanted, what we both needed."
"You are so full of it, Legolas, you know that?" The Ranger was angry - Very angry. But before he could throw another cutting remark at the Elf, he was interrupted again.
"At least I am who I am, and not using a poor woman to try and hide it."
"Leave Arwen out of this! She had nothing to do with.." Aragorn sighed, and spoke the remainder of his sentence softly ".. With us."
"There is no us. There was, once. But you ended it."
"I had to."
"You chose to! Because you were scared to lose your friends, to lose your ties with Elrond. Instead, you lost me."
Legolas had had enough. He was hurt and emotionally drained by this unwanted meeting. He stood quietly and began to walk away. A soft breeze swept past him, and he tried vainly to keep tears from forming in his eyes. He did not see the Ranger stand also, and watch him leave. He did not see the pain etched on his face. And he did not hear the five words whispered, to be stolen by the wind as soon as they had left the Man's lips.
"I still love you, Legolas."