A/N: When I tried to upload yesterday ff.net was down due to some
communication error or something. So this chapter is about two days work.
It is huge! Enjoy it.
A Wonderful Idea
I clutched at the sheet around me, desperate to conceal myself. My mind whirling at what had just happened. Aragorn and myself had always had such a free and playful relationship, yet the position I had just been held in was too close for comfort. I was completely unable to move, Aragorn using his own weight against me in order to keep me where I was. Boromir had done just the same. At the time of the incident I had been completely blind and yet images of it race through my mind, I can see it perfectly. The mosses of my clothing and the darkness of Boromir's, his dirty, calloused hands running over my bare chest, fumbling at the remainder of my clothing.
I shuddered grasping tightly at the fabric, it begins to slip and I gather it quickly. Perhaps the intruder will leave soon, but then Aragorn will have the chance to challenge my strange response. I could tell my weak lie had not convinced him, but he had little to question me with. I looked over to him, his eyes burning holes in the figure that stands before him. The other holds his ground after a quick glance over to me, staring back. They seemed locked for a moment, unhappy, surprised to see each other, watching intensely for some sudden moment. Such action does not come and they remain still for some time, I can't help but think I am involved somewhere in this utterly unspoken dispute. I feel the need to break this silence; the weight of it descends upon the room like a shroud. But what could I say? In this situation, I wise Prince of Mirkwood know nothing, I am unashamedly out of my depth. I take advantage and reach for my robe; I slid it on with ease of practiced grace, my movement distracting the other occupants of the room. Aragorn casts a searching gaze at me before turning back to the elf that had just entered to find that elven eyes also rested upon me, somewhat hungrily.
My normally restrained lover raised his voice in order to break the reverie of the intruder.
"Haldir, what brings you to our private rooms?" I almost winced at the careful insertion of the word private.
"I apologise, Estel." It was clear that he was not sincere; his words mere mockery of their true meaning, and was swiftly told not to address the Son of Arathorn by that name. He had the decency not to again.
"Lady Galadriel requires an audience with you both." With his mission complete, Haldir left, but not before looking across at me once more. I swear I heard Aragorn emit a low growl.
I made a point of replacing the strewn sheet back on the bed and placing Aragorn's clothes upon it. He took the hint and promptly dressed, his eyes remaining on the closed door the whole time. I told my beloved I was going to bathe, grabbing a towel I headed for the door, Aragorn speaking just as I was walking through it.
"He wants you." The possible truth that led in the hated words stopped me dead, but my pause was only slight and I was careful not to slam the door.
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I knew how jealous and possessive Aragorn could be, in fact the thought that you belong to someone solely, them not letting others near you is quite arousing. I smiled in spite of myself. The glances that Haldir had bestowed upon me had certainly held more that innocent curiosity, but I was unable to tell what exactly. Surely not everyone could want me like that. I couldn't help myself fearing that Haldir would go the way of Boromir, but that would happen. The ring held no power over him. I took refuge in the fact he too was an elf, a gentle race of great beauty, without doubt incapable of such cruelty.
I bathed quickly and quietly thankful for the peace and the opportunity to cleanse my body of the last few week's events. I aimed to return swiftly, not wanting to leave Aragorn for long in this kind of mood, he would do little more than brood and overanalyse. Also, we needed to get to the Lady.
I was almost there when I heard a noise behind, still walking; I turned my head, a leaf scraped across the cream floor of the corridor behind. I really was getting jumpy. I began to shake my head before I was forced to the ground by something ahead. I had collided with an uncompromising wall of elf, which now also led sprawled across the ground.
Haldir rose quickly, brushing at himself, and then recognising me, extended a hand. I cautiously accepted, only to be pulled up close to him, his face inches from my own. I was unsure if an arm began to wrap around my waist before I pulled away. Making excuses I half ran back to Aragorn, shutting the door heavily behind me. I shrugged off a concerned glance grabbing the man's hand; I near dragged him to Galadriel.
Needless to say she was pleased to see us, me especially. I had been the cause of much anxiety. Aragorn still clutched at my hand, the grip suddenly tightening painfully.
"Aragorn, Legolas, I am sure you have met Haldir."
Her face dropped, her voice falling away. She had evidently sensed Aragorn's hatred and my apprehension. Haldir in turn greeted us with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
Mercifully the Lady quickly sent Haldir away and turned to both of us. Her ability to read our minds negated our need to speak. She would now know everything. I was glad of her rare power; one misplaced enquiry could have revealed my secret to the one who held me so tightly.
Aragorn frowned as the Lady asked to speak to me alone about my condition but left without protest kissing my hand.
She waited for a moment before speaking outright.
"You do not wish to tell him?" A question and a statement.
"It is not necessary."
"Legolas, Boromir tried to --"
"But he did not, showing great strength in overcoming the power of the ring. To tell Aragorn would concern him to no end." Silver tears rolled down my cheek. I had not spoken out loud of this.
"If that is your decision."
"It is."
"Very well Prince, you show great inner strength, but what of your body?"
"My senses have returned, I am well, I owe you my thanks."
"You owe me nothing little one. Merely a promise that you will look after yourself, and your lover."
"I promise you that."
"Then I am satisfied. Your fellows are weary; you will stay in Lothloiren for a few more days. Only continue onwards once you are ready. In fact, an idea has just struck me."
I waited patiently.
"Tonight there will be a great feast to celebrate your good health. Such merriment can only please and aid my people. What say you?"
"A wonderful idea." A smile graced my lips.
"It is settled then, if you will excuse I must make the arrangements."
Despite her reverence the Lady bowed to me before disappearing. I skipped off to tell Aragorn of the good news.
A/N: I finish work tomorrow at 1, so posting should be easy. Let's hope my friends don't have any better ideas. Keep reviewing chaps, it feeds me!
A Wonderful Idea
I clutched at the sheet around me, desperate to conceal myself. My mind whirling at what had just happened. Aragorn and myself had always had such a free and playful relationship, yet the position I had just been held in was too close for comfort. I was completely unable to move, Aragorn using his own weight against me in order to keep me where I was. Boromir had done just the same. At the time of the incident I had been completely blind and yet images of it race through my mind, I can see it perfectly. The mosses of my clothing and the darkness of Boromir's, his dirty, calloused hands running over my bare chest, fumbling at the remainder of my clothing.
I shuddered grasping tightly at the fabric, it begins to slip and I gather it quickly. Perhaps the intruder will leave soon, but then Aragorn will have the chance to challenge my strange response. I could tell my weak lie had not convinced him, but he had little to question me with. I looked over to him, his eyes burning holes in the figure that stands before him. The other holds his ground after a quick glance over to me, staring back. They seemed locked for a moment, unhappy, surprised to see each other, watching intensely for some sudden moment. Such action does not come and they remain still for some time, I can't help but think I am involved somewhere in this utterly unspoken dispute. I feel the need to break this silence; the weight of it descends upon the room like a shroud. But what could I say? In this situation, I wise Prince of Mirkwood know nothing, I am unashamedly out of my depth. I take advantage and reach for my robe; I slid it on with ease of practiced grace, my movement distracting the other occupants of the room. Aragorn casts a searching gaze at me before turning back to the elf that had just entered to find that elven eyes also rested upon me, somewhat hungrily.
My normally restrained lover raised his voice in order to break the reverie of the intruder.
"Haldir, what brings you to our private rooms?" I almost winced at the careful insertion of the word private.
"I apologise, Estel." It was clear that he was not sincere; his words mere mockery of their true meaning, and was swiftly told not to address the Son of Arathorn by that name. He had the decency not to again.
"Lady Galadriel requires an audience with you both." With his mission complete, Haldir left, but not before looking across at me once more. I swear I heard Aragorn emit a low growl.
I made a point of replacing the strewn sheet back on the bed and placing Aragorn's clothes upon it. He took the hint and promptly dressed, his eyes remaining on the closed door the whole time. I told my beloved I was going to bathe, grabbing a towel I headed for the door, Aragorn speaking just as I was walking through it.
"He wants you." The possible truth that led in the hated words stopped me dead, but my pause was only slight and I was careful not to slam the door.
*************************
I knew how jealous and possessive Aragorn could be, in fact the thought that you belong to someone solely, them not letting others near you is quite arousing. I smiled in spite of myself. The glances that Haldir had bestowed upon me had certainly held more that innocent curiosity, but I was unable to tell what exactly. Surely not everyone could want me like that. I couldn't help myself fearing that Haldir would go the way of Boromir, but that would happen. The ring held no power over him. I took refuge in the fact he too was an elf, a gentle race of great beauty, without doubt incapable of such cruelty.
I bathed quickly and quietly thankful for the peace and the opportunity to cleanse my body of the last few week's events. I aimed to return swiftly, not wanting to leave Aragorn for long in this kind of mood, he would do little more than brood and overanalyse. Also, we needed to get to the Lady.
I was almost there when I heard a noise behind, still walking; I turned my head, a leaf scraped across the cream floor of the corridor behind. I really was getting jumpy. I began to shake my head before I was forced to the ground by something ahead. I had collided with an uncompromising wall of elf, which now also led sprawled across the ground.
Haldir rose quickly, brushing at himself, and then recognising me, extended a hand. I cautiously accepted, only to be pulled up close to him, his face inches from my own. I was unsure if an arm began to wrap around my waist before I pulled away. Making excuses I half ran back to Aragorn, shutting the door heavily behind me. I shrugged off a concerned glance grabbing the man's hand; I near dragged him to Galadriel.
Needless to say she was pleased to see us, me especially. I had been the cause of much anxiety. Aragorn still clutched at my hand, the grip suddenly tightening painfully.
"Aragorn, Legolas, I am sure you have met Haldir."
Her face dropped, her voice falling away. She had evidently sensed Aragorn's hatred and my apprehension. Haldir in turn greeted us with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
Mercifully the Lady quickly sent Haldir away and turned to both of us. Her ability to read our minds negated our need to speak. She would now know everything. I was glad of her rare power; one misplaced enquiry could have revealed my secret to the one who held me so tightly.
Aragorn frowned as the Lady asked to speak to me alone about my condition but left without protest kissing my hand.
She waited for a moment before speaking outright.
"You do not wish to tell him?" A question and a statement.
"It is not necessary."
"Legolas, Boromir tried to --"
"But he did not, showing great strength in overcoming the power of the ring. To tell Aragorn would concern him to no end." Silver tears rolled down my cheek. I had not spoken out loud of this.
"If that is your decision."
"It is."
"Very well Prince, you show great inner strength, but what of your body?"
"My senses have returned, I am well, I owe you my thanks."
"You owe me nothing little one. Merely a promise that you will look after yourself, and your lover."
"I promise you that."
"Then I am satisfied. Your fellows are weary; you will stay in Lothloiren for a few more days. Only continue onwards once you are ready. In fact, an idea has just struck me."
I waited patiently.
"Tonight there will be a great feast to celebrate your good health. Such merriment can only please and aid my people. What say you?"
"A wonderful idea." A smile graced my lips.
"It is settled then, if you will excuse I must make the arrangements."
Despite her reverence the Lady bowed to me before disappearing. I skipped off to tell Aragorn of the good news.
A/N: I finish work tomorrow at 1, so posting should be easy. Let's hope my friends don't have any better ideas. Keep reviewing chaps, it feeds me!