Here's the long awaited chapter: Aragorn is back!! Yay to all. I had it
written quite some time ago, but I didn't post it. SORRY! And sorry for
not following some of the suggestions, I just wanted to keep as close as
possible to movie cannon. But THANK YOU for the ideas and all the
feedback!!
~cat~
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CHAPTER THREE- Hope Returns
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Legolas had been in the armory room all afternoon since their meeting with the King. He was helping the soldiers of Rohan ready themselves for battle. He could feel the eyes of the men burning holes into him whenever they thought he was not paying attention. It irritated him slightly, but he ignored it and went about his work. After all, there was little he could do about it even if he had wanted to.
Abruptly and without warning, someone threw open the armory door and began to shout barely coherent words. As quickly as the man had come he disappeared again, leaving the others stunned and confused. Legolas, however, had heard a word that grabbed his interest and made his heart flutter. Aragorn.
He quickly ran out of the room, not having any idea where he was going or what he was looking for. As he began to make his way towards the main gate he nearly collided with another man. He looked up at the person, intending to apologize and suddenly all the air left his lungs. His eyes grew wide as the other man looked up as well. Aragorn. Legolas felt another rush of emotions sweep over him and mingle with those he had been trying to keep at bay since that morning.
This was more than the elf could even comprehend. His eyes met those of his friend once more. The friend he had thought to be lost to him forever. He struggled to find words, but none came to him. So he said the only thing he could think of.
"Le ab-dollen."
His eyes sparkled at the shocked look on his friend's face. He looked him over briefly, taking note of the cuts and bruises that covered his body.
"You look terrible."
At this Aragorn smiled. It was good to see that smile again, Legolas thought to himself. Aragon reached out and grasped his friend's arm. They were both so relieved to see each other alive that neither could come up with words fitting the situation. For what was probably the millionth time in all their years as friends, they just smiled at each other; glad to be in each other's company.
Legolas then reached into the bag at his waist and pulled something out of it. He took his friend's hand and placed the small item in his palm, and closed his friend's fingers around it.
Aragorn opened his hand and looked down at the evenstar pendant. His head jerked up to look at the elf, confusion and surprise etched on his features. Legolas smiled. The ranger's expression then changed to one of sincere gratitude. "Hannon le," he said softly. The two clasped arms again.
Aragorn's expression at once turned serious. "Where's the king?" he asked.
Legolas pointed to the door down the hallway and followed as the man made his way towards it. He thought he might pass out from the barrage of emotions he had endured throughout the day. But he had not missed the grave expression on Aragorn's face. Aragorn threw open the door to the central hall, and his eyes met Theoden's. As Aragorn walked through the door, Legolas followed close behind using all his strength too keep his face from betraying what was going on inside of him. One glance at Aragorn, however, and everything seemed to fade.
The man standing in front of him now was not the young, reckless ranger he had known so many years ago. Nor was he the man that had joined this quest to save Middle Earth, his mind and heart filled with doubt. At that moment he was every bit Aragorn son of Arathorn, and heir to the throne of Gondor. Legolas' heart swelled with pride for his friend. Even the dire news that Aragorn brought with him could not change the way Legolas felt. He had his friend back. And at the moment, that was all that mattered.
~cat~
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CHAPTER THREE- Hope Returns
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Legolas had been in the armory room all afternoon since their meeting with the King. He was helping the soldiers of Rohan ready themselves for battle. He could feel the eyes of the men burning holes into him whenever they thought he was not paying attention. It irritated him slightly, but he ignored it and went about his work. After all, there was little he could do about it even if he had wanted to.
Abruptly and without warning, someone threw open the armory door and began to shout barely coherent words. As quickly as the man had come he disappeared again, leaving the others stunned and confused. Legolas, however, had heard a word that grabbed his interest and made his heart flutter. Aragorn.
He quickly ran out of the room, not having any idea where he was going or what he was looking for. As he began to make his way towards the main gate he nearly collided with another man. He looked up at the person, intending to apologize and suddenly all the air left his lungs. His eyes grew wide as the other man looked up as well. Aragorn. Legolas felt another rush of emotions sweep over him and mingle with those he had been trying to keep at bay since that morning.
This was more than the elf could even comprehend. His eyes met those of his friend once more. The friend he had thought to be lost to him forever. He struggled to find words, but none came to him. So he said the only thing he could think of.
"Le ab-dollen."
His eyes sparkled at the shocked look on his friend's face. He looked him over briefly, taking note of the cuts and bruises that covered his body.
"You look terrible."
At this Aragorn smiled. It was good to see that smile again, Legolas thought to himself. Aragon reached out and grasped his friend's arm. They were both so relieved to see each other alive that neither could come up with words fitting the situation. For what was probably the millionth time in all their years as friends, they just smiled at each other; glad to be in each other's company.
Legolas then reached into the bag at his waist and pulled something out of it. He took his friend's hand and placed the small item in his palm, and closed his friend's fingers around it.
Aragorn opened his hand and looked down at the evenstar pendant. His head jerked up to look at the elf, confusion and surprise etched on his features. Legolas smiled. The ranger's expression then changed to one of sincere gratitude. "Hannon le," he said softly. The two clasped arms again.
Aragorn's expression at once turned serious. "Where's the king?" he asked.
Legolas pointed to the door down the hallway and followed as the man made his way towards it. He thought he might pass out from the barrage of emotions he had endured throughout the day. But he had not missed the grave expression on Aragorn's face. Aragorn threw open the door to the central hall, and his eyes met Theoden's. As Aragorn walked through the door, Legolas followed close behind using all his strength too keep his face from betraying what was going on inside of him. One glance at Aragorn, however, and everything seemed to fade.
The man standing in front of him now was not the young, reckless ranger he had known so many years ago. Nor was he the man that had joined this quest to save Middle Earth, his mind and heart filled with doubt. At that moment he was every bit Aragorn son of Arathorn, and heir to the throne of Gondor. Legolas' heart swelled with pride for his friend. Even the dire news that Aragorn brought with him could not change the way Legolas felt. He had his friend back. And at the moment, that was all that mattered.