Notes:
-Yay. Part two. Most of the notes for part two still stand.
-Things in / / are in italics.
-Again, thank you for reading, and I hope you liked part one. For the curious, (as I have been asked by those I've let read this before posting it), my friend Tony wrote as Legolas, and I as Haldir. I want to give credit where credit is due. Unfortuneately, the part after this (Which isn't finished yet) is written souly by myself in an attempt to put a closing on it. Tony, I'm sure, would have loved to have written Legolas' parts himself, however, life happens to us all. I only hope I do him justice.
-R+R. I love you all.
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Again, this is for you, Tony.
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Part 2
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It seemed to Legolas, that the marchwarden was silent for a handful of moments. Whether he was once again lost in thought, or surveying their surroundings, he was not sure. But it was then he felt something. He slowly tilted his head up some, darkened blues going to the fair face in front of him. What was going on? He couldn't recall the last time he had seen the older elf this contemplative about anything. It was Haldir's nature to run at the mouth, shouting this in a commanding voice, or hissing that in anger. Yet it was here, in the secluded grove they stood in, that he got to see beyond the surface of the seemingly boastful elf. Haldir was being so quiet as of late. He knew something was troubling the others mind, but he still wasn't sure what. But whatever that dreadful thing might of been, it seemed to be fleeting for a while. The wiser elf looked almost calm, at rest in his presence.
And his features seemed to be intensified by the shadowy sky. Pale, yet fair skin. Perfectly sculptured face and high cheekbones. Lush lips stained the slightly dark color of red berries, making it all the more desirable. Long, almost silver-like locks falling over his shoulders, and down his back. What wasn't there to admire about the newly dubbed Emissary? Looking at the others face closely, he seemed to get lost in the stunning beauty that was Haldir. His close kin and trusted friend.
But oh how he wanted more. At times he found himself studying the others lips when he talked. Wondering what it would be like to taste such sweet petals. Or to be relaxing under the moon by a lake, hugging Haldir close and playing with his hair. To wake up in the morning and have the older elf be the first thing he saw. Such heartfelt fantasies plagued his dreams and most of the waking hours when he was alone. How he had missed Haldir's company on such a weary journey. He had his companions, but sometimes that wasn't enough.
When the other elf had found himself again, Legolas was almost taken aback by the sight before him. Haldir seemed so..different. His whole body radiated something new. Something light as the air. And those deep forest greens, the window to his soul, he could see them swimming with emotion. There was almost a sad light behind those beautiful eyes. Being able to recognize the hurt. He never wanted to see his friend sad. What was this horrible thing troubling the lovely elf's mind? He wish he knew. He wanted to help him with all his heart. Take away the pain, and replace it with love. His love for the other elf. It burned deep within him and how he wished he could spill his guts. But pride being an issue with the other elf, he wasn't sure what his reaction would be. With that warning ever present in the back of his mind, he tried his best to keep in place.
When the march warden extended his hand and placed it upon his face, he tried not to gasp in surprise. He wasn't expecting that, especially where his train of thoughts were heading. But as with the other small affections the once hard emissary was bestowing upon him, how could he not take notice? A small smile bloomed over his lush lips, ocean blues never leaving the others. The contact was much welcomed, as it was every time. Just feeling the others skin upon his was a thrill. Unfolding his arms, he let one muscle toned arm fall silently to his side, while soft digits found those of his dearest friend. Placing his hand upon the others, he slowly let his nimble fingers close over the others hand, entwining their fingers together. What he had done wasn't just returning the affection, it held symbolism. That they were connected, even if the other didn't know how deep.
There light breeze blowing around them went unnoticed, for it seemed they were locked in this moment for eternity. Hands clasped, eyes locked, foreheads almost touching. Just living in the moment, lost in one another. Things couldn't have been more breath taking. So relaxed was the prince, his mind had conjured about a flashback. One of their last meeting in the Golden Woods of Lothlórien...
* flashback *
They had been traveling for about three nights straight, with barely any rest. Their minds were pounding, and their hearts were heavy from the loss of the trusted guide Gandalf. Their leader, Aragorn, had lead them into the comforting woods of the Lady Galadriel, where they had first met their guide. Being surrounded by all sides, Legolas had his guard up, and we well protecting himself. The older kin's arrow tip was barely brushing the one he had pointed back in defense. It was then that Haldir had arrived, lowering the assault to a grave warning. Sun had turned to moon, when the Fellowship was properly greeted for their troubles. How ethereal Haldir had looked, lanterns casting a pale green shadow over his form. Face ever stern, voice like enchanting magic. He was enthralled, completely absorbed in the Elven words being spoken to his ears alone. The look that passed between them was intense.
Then the many days that followed, on their way to the heart of Elven home. It was long and tiring, but the trip was well made. They had encountered a small squabble along the way though. The hostile dwarf Gimli had refused to have his eyes bound. By law, no outsiders were to see the Golden Wood and the dwarf took insult at the inquiry. He had taken the march wardens side, with his distrust of the dwarf, standing true to his word and his distant kin. Gimli had then barked the Prince of Mirkwood have his eyes bound as well! The very nerve! Of course he had gotten quick tempered. He was of royal blood, not some commoner to be commanded. Especially by such a low creature as a...dwarf! But with the stern look he had received from Aragorn and the deeply annoyed one of Haldir, he had found himself outnumbered. Agreeing, Aragorn announced everyone would have their eyes bound. It was Haldir who had placed the clean blindfold over his eyes. He was sure he had seen the small frown of annoyance upon his lips, and the pleading look in his eyes. Yet the march warden had stuck to his duty, the amusement dancing in his forest greens, before everything went black. Even longer the following days felt, the suns rays a cold whisper of happier times. When suddenly, he felt warm hands brushing his face, and a weight was lifted from his eyes. Having readjusted his sight, the smiling face of Haldir was what greeted his eyes, and his world seemed to come alive again. Never had the sun felt so hot to his skin or the green trees smelled so fresh!
When the company resumed their walk, it was Haldir's side he was next to. Them speaking amongst themselves about their lives and of whispers they had heard along the many passageways of Middle Earth. Conversation was light and meaningful. When they reached the valley over looking Caras Galadhon, nothing seemed to compare. And sharing the view beside his secret love made things the more sweeter. He was sure he would never forget the experiences, not in all of his long years.
* end *
All at once, Haldir had been aware of their immediate closeness. Of Legolas' hand on his, of those gentle, and skilled fingers twined with his own. Of his eye's only inches away, deep, and blue, and eternally wise. All that was there were those eyes suddenly, the edges of his beautiful face fading to nothing, seeming to blend with the blue, and the flecks of silver that threaded its way throughout their depths. So this is where the stars hid inside them. This was where the stars kept their watch over them; through the eyes of the ones they were closest to. He'd never gotten so close to another. Never just stopped...and let himself be taken in by it, to notice. There was something there, swimming among them, swimming between them. Love. He felt it...Love...
Ah, a fate such as this, to be laid out in front of him, before the path of love began to glow for his own eyes to see. How had it been, that he could be the last to know? When he'd been the first to look upon it's face /...there is the Prince of Mirkwood.../ the first to gingerly touch it with his fingers /...You have a leaf in your hair, just there.../ the first to whisper it's name on his lips /...Legolas.../
/ Legolas... /
* flashback*
"Legolas Greenleaf, you are called, though, that is what your name means...Pray tell, would you permit me to call you Greenleaf Greenleaf? Or is the very assumption ill placed?"
He could recall that the Prince had been young then, for Elven years, though he'd never been sure of his exact age. He'd just arrived to The Golden Wood from his fathers realm of Mirkwood Forest, and met expectantly by the Guardian and his two brothers. As first introductions were made, he could remember being slightly alarmed at the Elf's beauty, though his behavior showed no hint of it, as he made to jest arrogantly with him before he could even properly introduce himself to the fair elf. As it's turned out, he'd had no need to do so. His mouth had already given him away.
"Ah, and you must be Haldir of Lórien. I have been warned about your quick tongue."
Surprised, he had been, at the gentle manner with which the elf turned around his impolite question, and shot it back at him full of grace. He'd given the slightest smile as he spoke, offering a wink over Haldir's very own shoulder, and to one of the brothers that stood behind him. To this day, he didn't know which one it had been. He'd been to busy being taken by this Elf, that he hadn't the time to notice or care.
"Warned, you say?" He'd asked with the slightest arching of his eyebrows. For a moment, he'd almost seemed humbled...Almost. "Well, I suppose it is good to know that my name has traveled beyond the Wood..." A pause, then- "You have a leaf in your hair...just there..." He'd raised a hand then, the tips of his fingers finding the silken strands of sun kissed hair, caressing over it as the golden leaf was free'd, and sailed wistfully to the floor of the forest at Legolas' feet.
"Aye, indeed." The Fair Elf humored him. He too had raised his own hand, the blue ocean of his eyes raising to follow Haldir's fingers as his own barely brushed his knuckles. "You are called by many names, though Haldir of Lórien is far the safest to go with."
How quickly he'd paused his hand then, right near the elegant curve of Legolas' cheek, looking from his hair, and to his face in a half appalled sneer. But only gentle humor stared back at him from those deep blue eyes. Only humor, and a quiet spark of mischief. He'd narrowed his own eyes, cocking his head slightly in skepticism...
"I see..." he murmured, taking a step back, and dropping his hand. "Greenleaf Greenleaf it is then...Unless you prefer His Majesty."
"No, please..." He'd reached out then; touched his finger tips to Haldir's upper arm, politely, "Call me Legolas...Just Legolas..."
* end *
Legolas.
He'd moved his lips faintly. He felt the name come off his tongue, though no sound was emitted. How obvious it had been even then, their connection. The magnetism between them was evident as they'd walked side by side through the wood, speaking as though they'd known each other for an age, even though they'd only just met. They'd spent many nights walking like that during that visit, and every one after that. The thought made him smile.
It was a small trickle upon his nose that brought Legolas out of his deep thoughts, and the spell of Haldir's eyes. A small splatter against his side. Another droplet sliding down his cheek, before he fully realized the weather had changed. He didn't need to look to the heavens, to see the clouds had formed overhead. A sure sign the massive storm would break at any moment and they would be caught in the down pour. Not that he really minded. The liquid starting to fall to the earth below was slightly warm. As if a gentle drizzle was blessing their union. Then it began to fall harder, and quicker together. Pretty soon, his long locks were sticking to the side of his face, and droplets were clinging to his thick lashes when he blinked. His smile never melting, he pushed petals together into a smirk, as his voice spoke "Refreshing as the nights visitor to the skin is, I'm afraid it won't be of much support in wielding weapons." Blue eyes sincere, he gave a gentle squeeze to the other elf's hand. "We better make for dryer ground, if we don't want to be washed away." At the others acknowledgment, he regretfully let go, then went about collecting his things.
Weapons were gathered, tucked hastily under arms, and slung over shoulders, and with a glance, and a small nod, Legolas led their way across the mossed grounds over to the wooden door they had seen earlier. Pausing but a second, he opened the door for the other, then shut it when they were both inside the room.
Haldir could feel the added weight of the water in the burgundy fabric of his cloak, but Elfish wear ceased to ever get heavy or restricting so he hardly paid it any mind. With keen eyes, he scanned their surroundings as he set his weapons aside, noting that it was blessedly as abandoned as the little alcove they'd found. He wasn't ready yet to give up their solitary existence, and as he turned to look at Legolas, he found his body still close.
The Prince was looking around, while slicking some of his wet locks back from his face. There were a few lit torches in the distance, meaning there were at the end of some kind of narrow hallway. Interesting. It seemed Haldir had noted the same thing upon their arrival. No matter, he thought, while placing his things against one of the stone walls. They were away from the rain, and now had some heat to warm their chilling bones. Things weren't so bad.
TBC
-Yay. Part two. Most of the notes for part two still stand.
-Things in / / are in italics.
-Again, thank you for reading, and I hope you liked part one. For the curious, (as I have been asked by those I've let read this before posting it), my friend Tony wrote as Legolas, and I as Haldir. I want to give credit where credit is due. Unfortuneately, the part after this (Which isn't finished yet) is written souly by myself in an attempt to put a closing on it. Tony, I'm sure, would have loved to have written Legolas' parts himself, however, life happens to us all. I only hope I do him justice.
-R+R. I love you all.
.
Again, this is for you, Tony.
.
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Part 2
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It seemed to Legolas, that the marchwarden was silent for a handful of moments. Whether he was once again lost in thought, or surveying their surroundings, he was not sure. But it was then he felt something. He slowly tilted his head up some, darkened blues going to the fair face in front of him. What was going on? He couldn't recall the last time he had seen the older elf this contemplative about anything. It was Haldir's nature to run at the mouth, shouting this in a commanding voice, or hissing that in anger. Yet it was here, in the secluded grove they stood in, that he got to see beyond the surface of the seemingly boastful elf. Haldir was being so quiet as of late. He knew something was troubling the others mind, but he still wasn't sure what. But whatever that dreadful thing might of been, it seemed to be fleeting for a while. The wiser elf looked almost calm, at rest in his presence.
And his features seemed to be intensified by the shadowy sky. Pale, yet fair skin. Perfectly sculptured face and high cheekbones. Lush lips stained the slightly dark color of red berries, making it all the more desirable. Long, almost silver-like locks falling over his shoulders, and down his back. What wasn't there to admire about the newly dubbed Emissary? Looking at the others face closely, he seemed to get lost in the stunning beauty that was Haldir. His close kin and trusted friend.
But oh how he wanted more. At times he found himself studying the others lips when he talked. Wondering what it would be like to taste such sweet petals. Or to be relaxing under the moon by a lake, hugging Haldir close and playing with his hair. To wake up in the morning and have the older elf be the first thing he saw. Such heartfelt fantasies plagued his dreams and most of the waking hours when he was alone. How he had missed Haldir's company on such a weary journey. He had his companions, but sometimes that wasn't enough.
When the other elf had found himself again, Legolas was almost taken aback by the sight before him. Haldir seemed so..different. His whole body radiated something new. Something light as the air. And those deep forest greens, the window to his soul, he could see them swimming with emotion. There was almost a sad light behind those beautiful eyes. Being able to recognize the hurt. He never wanted to see his friend sad. What was this horrible thing troubling the lovely elf's mind? He wish he knew. He wanted to help him with all his heart. Take away the pain, and replace it with love. His love for the other elf. It burned deep within him and how he wished he could spill his guts. But pride being an issue with the other elf, he wasn't sure what his reaction would be. With that warning ever present in the back of his mind, he tried his best to keep in place.
When the march warden extended his hand and placed it upon his face, he tried not to gasp in surprise. He wasn't expecting that, especially where his train of thoughts were heading. But as with the other small affections the once hard emissary was bestowing upon him, how could he not take notice? A small smile bloomed over his lush lips, ocean blues never leaving the others. The contact was much welcomed, as it was every time. Just feeling the others skin upon his was a thrill. Unfolding his arms, he let one muscle toned arm fall silently to his side, while soft digits found those of his dearest friend. Placing his hand upon the others, he slowly let his nimble fingers close over the others hand, entwining their fingers together. What he had done wasn't just returning the affection, it held symbolism. That they were connected, even if the other didn't know how deep.
There light breeze blowing around them went unnoticed, for it seemed they were locked in this moment for eternity. Hands clasped, eyes locked, foreheads almost touching. Just living in the moment, lost in one another. Things couldn't have been more breath taking. So relaxed was the prince, his mind had conjured about a flashback. One of their last meeting in the Golden Woods of Lothlórien...
* flashback *
They had been traveling for about three nights straight, with barely any rest. Their minds were pounding, and their hearts were heavy from the loss of the trusted guide Gandalf. Their leader, Aragorn, had lead them into the comforting woods of the Lady Galadriel, where they had first met their guide. Being surrounded by all sides, Legolas had his guard up, and we well protecting himself. The older kin's arrow tip was barely brushing the one he had pointed back in defense. It was then that Haldir had arrived, lowering the assault to a grave warning. Sun had turned to moon, when the Fellowship was properly greeted for their troubles. How ethereal Haldir had looked, lanterns casting a pale green shadow over his form. Face ever stern, voice like enchanting magic. He was enthralled, completely absorbed in the Elven words being spoken to his ears alone. The look that passed between them was intense.
Then the many days that followed, on their way to the heart of Elven home. It was long and tiring, but the trip was well made. They had encountered a small squabble along the way though. The hostile dwarf Gimli had refused to have his eyes bound. By law, no outsiders were to see the Golden Wood and the dwarf took insult at the inquiry. He had taken the march wardens side, with his distrust of the dwarf, standing true to his word and his distant kin. Gimli had then barked the Prince of Mirkwood have his eyes bound as well! The very nerve! Of course he had gotten quick tempered. He was of royal blood, not some commoner to be commanded. Especially by such a low creature as a...dwarf! But with the stern look he had received from Aragorn and the deeply annoyed one of Haldir, he had found himself outnumbered. Agreeing, Aragorn announced everyone would have their eyes bound. It was Haldir who had placed the clean blindfold over his eyes. He was sure he had seen the small frown of annoyance upon his lips, and the pleading look in his eyes. Yet the march warden had stuck to his duty, the amusement dancing in his forest greens, before everything went black. Even longer the following days felt, the suns rays a cold whisper of happier times. When suddenly, he felt warm hands brushing his face, and a weight was lifted from his eyes. Having readjusted his sight, the smiling face of Haldir was what greeted his eyes, and his world seemed to come alive again. Never had the sun felt so hot to his skin or the green trees smelled so fresh!
When the company resumed their walk, it was Haldir's side he was next to. Them speaking amongst themselves about their lives and of whispers they had heard along the many passageways of Middle Earth. Conversation was light and meaningful. When they reached the valley over looking Caras Galadhon, nothing seemed to compare. And sharing the view beside his secret love made things the more sweeter. He was sure he would never forget the experiences, not in all of his long years.
* end *
All at once, Haldir had been aware of their immediate closeness. Of Legolas' hand on his, of those gentle, and skilled fingers twined with his own. Of his eye's only inches away, deep, and blue, and eternally wise. All that was there were those eyes suddenly, the edges of his beautiful face fading to nothing, seeming to blend with the blue, and the flecks of silver that threaded its way throughout their depths. So this is where the stars hid inside them. This was where the stars kept their watch over them; through the eyes of the ones they were closest to. He'd never gotten so close to another. Never just stopped...and let himself be taken in by it, to notice. There was something there, swimming among them, swimming between them. Love. He felt it...Love...
Ah, a fate such as this, to be laid out in front of him, before the path of love began to glow for his own eyes to see. How had it been, that he could be the last to know? When he'd been the first to look upon it's face /...there is the Prince of Mirkwood.../ the first to gingerly touch it with his fingers /...You have a leaf in your hair, just there.../ the first to whisper it's name on his lips /...Legolas.../
/ Legolas... /
* flashback*
"Legolas Greenleaf, you are called, though, that is what your name means...Pray tell, would you permit me to call you Greenleaf Greenleaf? Or is the very assumption ill placed?"
He could recall that the Prince had been young then, for Elven years, though he'd never been sure of his exact age. He'd just arrived to The Golden Wood from his fathers realm of Mirkwood Forest, and met expectantly by the Guardian and his two brothers. As first introductions were made, he could remember being slightly alarmed at the Elf's beauty, though his behavior showed no hint of it, as he made to jest arrogantly with him before he could even properly introduce himself to the fair elf. As it's turned out, he'd had no need to do so. His mouth had already given him away.
"Ah, and you must be Haldir of Lórien. I have been warned about your quick tongue."
Surprised, he had been, at the gentle manner with which the elf turned around his impolite question, and shot it back at him full of grace. He'd given the slightest smile as he spoke, offering a wink over Haldir's very own shoulder, and to one of the brothers that stood behind him. To this day, he didn't know which one it had been. He'd been to busy being taken by this Elf, that he hadn't the time to notice or care.
"Warned, you say?" He'd asked with the slightest arching of his eyebrows. For a moment, he'd almost seemed humbled...Almost. "Well, I suppose it is good to know that my name has traveled beyond the Wood..." A pause, then- "You have a leaf in your hair...just there..." He'd raised a hand then, the tips of his fingers finding the silken strands of sun kissed hair, caressing over it as the golden leaf was free'd, and sailed wistfully to the floor of the forest at Legolas' feet.
"Aye, indeed." The Fair Elf humored him. He too had raised his own hand, the blue ocean of his eyes raising to follow Haldir's fingers as his own barely brushed his knuckles. "You are called by many names, though Haldir of Lórien is far the safest to go with."
How quickly he'd paused his hand then, right near the elegant curve of Legolas' cheek, looking from his hair, and to his face in a half appalled sneer. But only gentle humor stared back at him from those deep blue eyes. Only humor, and a quiet spark of mischief. He'd narrowed his own eyes, cocking his head slightly in skepticism...
"I see..." he murmured, taking a step back, and dropping his hand. "Greenleaf Greenleaf it is then...Unless you prefer His Majesty."
"No, please..." He'd reached out then; touched his finger tips to Haldir's upper arm, politely, "Call me Legolas...Just Legolas..."
* end *
Legolas.
He'd moved his lips faintly. He felt the name come off his tongue, though no sound was emitted. How obvious it had been even then, their connection. The magnetism between them was evident as they'd walked side by side through the wood, speaking as though they'd known each other for an age, even though they'd only just met. They'd spent many nights walking like that during that visit, and every one after that. The thought made him smile.
It was a small trickle upon his nose that brought Legolas out of his deep thoughts, and the spell of Haldir's eyes. A small splatter against his side. Another droplet sliding down his cheek, before he fully realized the weather had changed. He didn't need to look to the heavens, to see the clouds had formed overhead. A sure sign the massive storm would break at any moment and they would be caught in the down pour. Not that he really minded. The liquid starting to fall to the earth below was slightly warm. As if a gentle drizzle was blessing their union. Then it began to fall harder, and quicker together. Pretty soon, his long locks were sticking to the side of his face, and droplets were clinging to his thick lashes when he blinked. His smile never melting, he pushed petals together into a smirk, as his voice spoke "Refreshing as the nights visitor to the skin is, I'm afraid it won't be of much support in wielding weapons." Blue eyes sincere, he gave a gentle squeeze to the other elf's hand. "We better make for dryer ground, if we don't want to be washed away." At the others acknowledgment, he regretfully let go, then went about collecting his things.
Weapons were gathered, tucked hastily under arms, and slung over shoulders, and with a glance, and a small nod, Legolas led their way across the mossed grounds over to the wooden door they had seen earlier. Pausing but a second, he opened the door for the other, then shut it when they were both inside the room.
Haldir could feel the added weight of the water in the burgundy fabric of his cloak, but Elfish wear ceased to ever get heavy or restricting so he hardly paid it any mind. With keen eyes, he scanned their surroundings as he set his weapons aside, noting that it was blessedly as abandoned as the little alcove they'd found. He wasn't ready yet to give up their solitary existence, and as he turned to look at Legolas, he found his body still close.
The Prince was looking around, while slicking some of his wet locks back from his face. There were a few lit torches in the distance, meaning there were at the end of some kind of narrow hallway. Interesting. It seemed Haldir had noted the same thing upon their arrival. No matter, he thought, while placing his things against one of the stone walls. They were away from the rain, and now had some heat to warm their chilling bones. Things weren't so bad.
TBC
