Chapter Six: Alone at last
The night was late and the only sound that could now be heard among the elves was that of the crackling of the dwindling fire, and that of soft breathing.
Arwen was nesteled in the grass between her brothers and prince Eldarion was a couple of yards away from them, curled up in a smal ball next to the fire.
Legolas had disapeared and was wandering in the woods alone.
The fire popped and Eldarion woke up with a start. Gazing blearily at the fire he noticed the flame diminishing and stood up, smoothering a yawn with his sleeve. He looked up at the rock and noticing the fair elf had gone, wandered into the woods.
Though the trees left room for light to filter through, the only light available was that of the moon, so Eldarion stumbled in the dark.
He did not really know why he was walking through here. It was late, it was dark and he would probably get lost. But still Eldarion carried on.
Eldarion put his foot wrong and started falling over a root when he felt someone take his hand and pull him back up.
"Eldarion!" Legolas hissed and stepped away quickly. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well," Eldarion said with a sheepish grin, although Legolas probably wouldn't see it. "That's a good question. So good that I don't know the answer to it."
"Come on, before you wake the others." Legolas turned and carried on walking.
"Um Legolas?" Eldarion whispered.
"What?"
"I can't see where I'm going!"
Legolas mumbled a curse in elvish before taking the man's hand and leading him through the wood.
~
They stopped on the outskirts of the wood and Legolas dropped Eldarion's hand, as it was a red-hot coal. "Ah," Eldarion sighed, taking in a deep breath of the night air. "Its beautiful tonight."
"Indeed," Legolas said softly.
"But not even the stars could match your beauty," Eldarion said coyly and moved in closer to Legolas.
In response, Legolas moved away from Eldarion. "Impossible. The stars were made by Elbereth who is the most beautiful of all beings, so they must be more beautiful than me," he said in a stammering voice.
"Nonsense."
"You are saying that the Valar are wrong?" Legolas asked, suddenly unable to move when Eldarion's head started to move towards his.
"Maybe."
"But they can't be!" he squeaked.
"Maybe for tonight they are."
Eldarion sensed the elf's nervousness and swiftly put on hand around his waist and pulled him into him.
"You can't do this!" Legolas said in a higher pitched voice that wasn't his. "I'm a prince!"
"Your're forgetting that I am too," Eldarion said in a husky voice.
"No you can't do this!"
"Just try and stop me."
But Legolas couldn't. And probably wouldn't have either when Eldarion placed his lips firmly over the elf's. They stood there for a while, unmoving and silent.
The stars and the moon was the only witness to what happened that night.
Finally Eldarion pulled away and tucked a strand of golden hair behind Legolas' pointed ear.
Legolas shuddered at the contact and smiled shyly.
"You didn't stop me," Eldarion said with a slight chuckle.
"No."
"Good."
"Yes."
"Is this why you've been acting all strange around me?" the man asked.
Legolas shrugged and then nodded. "I guess so."
Eldarion tightened his grip around the prince's waist and gently kissed him again. This time it was briefer and lighter.
"You are the most glorious creature I've ever seen," Eldarion said.
Legolas blushed again and nervously kissed Eldarion back with soft lips. "And you are the most complimenting."
~
The elves and the prince rode back to Minas Tirith in the morning.
No one would have guessed what had happened between the prince of elves and the prince of men that night. Maybe someone with a keen eye might have spotted the shy glances and quick smiles, or someone observant might have spotted the way that Legolas' hand lingered longer than normal on Eldarion's hand while helping the man up.
They were going to keep it a secret, they had decided. But for how long would the truth be kept hidden?
~
That was fairly short. Sorry. Ohh! It's all starting. And soon it will end. Two more chapters I think.
You know where to click!
The night was late and the only sound that could now be heard among the elves was that of the crackling of the dwindling fire, and that of soft breathing.
Arwen was nesteled in the grass between her brothers and prince Eldarion was a couple of yards away from them, curled up in a smal ball next to the fire.
Legolas had disapeared and was wandering in the woods alone.
The fire popped and Eldarion woke up with a start. Gazing blearily at the fire he noticed the flame diminishing and stood up, smoothering a yawn with his sleeve. He looked up at the rock and noticing the fair elf had gone, wandered into the woods.
Though the trees left room for light to filter through, the only light available was that of the moon, so Eldarion stumbled in the dark.
He did not really know why he was walking through here. It was late, it was dark and he would probably get lost. But still Eldarion carried on.
Eldarion put his foot wrong and started falling over a root when he felt someone take his hand and pull him back up.
"Eldarion!" Legolas hissed and stepped away quickly. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well," Eldarion said with a sheepish grin, although Legolas probably wouldn't see it. "That's a good question. So good that I don't know the answer to it."
"Come on, before you wake the others." Legolas turned and carried on walking.
"Um Legolas?" Eldarion whispered.
"What?"
"I can't see where I'm going!"
Legolas mumbled a curse in elvish before taking the man's hand and leading him through the wood.
~
They stopped on the outskirts of the wood and Legolas dropped Eldarion's hand, as it was a red-hot coal. "Ah," Eldarion sighed, taking in a deep breath of the night air. "Its beautiful tonight."
"Indeed," Legolas said softly.
"But not even the stars could match your beauty," Eldarion said coyly and moved in closer to Legolas.
In response, Legolas moved away from Eldarion. "Impossible. The stars were made by Elbereth who is the most beautiful of all beings, so they must be more beautiful than me," he said in a stammering voice.
"Nonsense."
"You are saying that the Valar are wrong?" Legolas asked, suddenly unable to move when Eldarion's head started to move towards his.
"Maybe."
"But they can't be!" he squeaked.
"Maybe for tonight they are."
Eldarion sensed the elf's nervousness and swiftly put on hand around his waist and pulled him into him.
"You can't do this!" Legolas said in a higher pitched voice that wasn't his. "I'm a prince!"
"Your're forgetting that I am too," Eldarion said in a husky voice.
"No you can't do this!"
"Just try and stop me."
But Legolas couldn't. And probably wouldn't have either when Eldarion placed his lips firmly over the elf's. They stood there for a while, unmoving and silent.
The stars and the moon was the only witness to what happened that night.
Finally Eldarion pulled away and tucked a strand of golden hair behind Legolas' pointed ear.
Legolas shuddered at the contact and smiled shyly.
"You didn't stop me," Eldarion said with a slight chuckle.
"No."
"Good."
"Yes."
"Is this why you've been acting all strange around me?" the man asked.
Legolas shrugged and then nodded. "I guess so."
Eldarion tightened his grip around the prince's waist and gently kissed him again. This time it was briefer and lighter.
"You are the most glorious creature I've ever seen," Eldarion said.
Legolas blushed again and nervously kissed Eldarion back with soft lips. "And you are the most complimenting."
~
The elves and the prince rode back to Minas Tirith in the morning.
No one would have guessed what had happened between the prince of elves and the prince of men that night. Maybe someone with a keen eye might have spotted the shy glances and quick smiles, or someone observant might have spotted the way that Legolas' hand lingered longer than normal on Eldarion's hand while helping the man up.
They were going to keep it a secret, they had decided. But for how long would the truth be kept hidden?
~
That was fairly short. Sorry. Ohh! It's all starting. And soon it will end. Two more chapters I think.
You know where to click!
