A Love Story
Disclaimer: Believe me, I own absolutely nothing.
Author's Note: Like I said before, it is a Slash. Aragorn/Legolas. Obviously don't read if you don't like slashes. And please review!! Need to know there is SOMEBODY reading this! =) Cheers! Pretty much has nothing to do with the storyline of the book BTW. In this story I have no idea how fast elves age compared to men but it's really, really fast lol. And Aragorn has a much longer life expectancy then any other normal man because ... his special!
Summary: Before Shakespeare fell in love; before Romeo found his Juliet there was a man and his elf. The greatest love story never told.
To: Lomelinde, actually I haven't seen Romeo & Juliet for AGGGGGGGGGES I can hardly remember what happens mainly because I didn't really understand what they were saying half the time but it is a beautiful story! Glad you got a visual at what's going on here ^-^
Earendilstar! You can't die yet! *shakes her awake* lol Ok, now I'ma gonna stop annoying the reviewers. The bestest reviewers ever!! =P
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Legolas and Estel sit side by side on the small bridge, their legs dangling down one side the elf prince fondly stroking a small, white flower growing on the roots of a nearby tree. Estel could not help but watch, he seemed to be constantly drawn to this perfection and it completely terrified him.
"Why do you look at me?" Legolas's calm, melodic voice invaded Estel's thoughts. Caught off-guard for the second time that day the normally cautious Estel blushed, quickly looking away.
"I do not know. I-I can not help it, you are very-"
"Very what?" Legolas prompted.
"I do not know."
"You do not seem to know very much." The blonde elf teased.
"Aye." Estel replied softly, staring at the small pond at the bottom of the bridge.
"I was only taunting, I did not mean offence."
"Tis true though, I know nothing. I do not even know who I am."
Legolas blinked, confused. "You are Estel."
"Nay." Estel shook his head. "I am no elf." Legolas didn't san anything as he continued to watch the human curiously; he appeared to be full of surprises.
"But you were raised by them."
"That doesn't make me one. I just- I just want to know who I am, where did I come from. I don't belong here." Estel had no idea why he was revealing his deepest, darkest secrets to someone who was more of a stranger then anything else.
Legolas watched on, something stirred in the back of his mind. "What do you remember?"
"Rivendell. Nothing else."
"So you were brought here as a child?"
"A baby."
Legolas's eyes widened in shock, he knew this man looked familiar, this was the youngling he had seen all those years ago. The baby that would one day be King. A million questions flooded through Legolas's mind and yet he refrained himself from bombarding his own inquires he knew better. There would be a reason why Estel, no, Aragorn has yet to know his heritage.
"Is something wrong?" Estel asked plainly.
Focusing the issue at hand Legolas shook his head and smiled Estel could not help but smile back the elf just looked so stunning when he smiled, actually the elf looked beautiful doing anything. Estel grimaced, he was inwardly torn a part of him yearned for the attractive Prince while another part scolded him for such thoughts, he was another male.
"Estel" He looked up, trying to cover up his emotional battle as much as he could. "This is a beautiful place."
'Not as beautiful as you.' He thought before mentally kicking himself at such a concept. "I know." He managed to reply instead.
"Why do you come here?"
"To be alone."
"Then why did you show it to me?"
"In case, you sometimes want to escape."
Legolas smiled softly. "That's very kind of you."
Absentmindedly Legolas brushed past Estel's hand with his own and in that short instance Estel lost all control of his body and much to Legolas's shock he fell from the bridge. But luckily for Estel the bridge was just a few feet away from the waist deep pond but unfortunately for the young man in the chaos he had managed to grab the Elven prince by the sleeve and pull him down with him. Legolas slowly stood up, he was completely drenched and his clothing clung to every part of his body going slightly see through and leaving little to even the most deprived imaginations, he squeezed out as much of the water he could from his hair before looking to see if Estel was ok.
He turned in the direction where Estel landed and hesitated as he saw a strange emotion flicker in the man's eyes. Estel meanwhile could not help but stare at the Golden Prince if he had thought Legolas was beautiful before he was breath-taking now he watched as a few droplets of water rolled down the smooth, lean neck and he longed to lick them off the other side of Estel seemed to have drowned in the water as a sudden desire seemed to ignite within the Rivendell man. Slowly he took an awkward step towards Legolas who stood frozen in the spot. Revealed that the elf did not turn away Estel came closer and closer till he was a hair's breadth away.
"No words I know can describe just how beautiful you are." He managed to whisper before pressing his lips on top of the surprised prince's. Estel wrapped one of his strong, toned arm around the slender waist of Legolas while using the other to cup the back of the Prince's head. He was more then pleased when the elf returned his passionate kissing, he could feel Legolas's wet, soft hand resting on his cheek and the other gripping softly onto the bicep of Estel's raised arm. The embrace seemed to last forever and yet it ended too soon. Estel's 'human' side seemed to have survived the fall into the river and made it's way back to the man's mind. 'What are you doing?!' the voice mentally screamed. 'Your kissing him, HIM!' Estel's eyes flew open as those non-existing words seemed to have started a chain reaction, his body tensed and he quickly pulled away from an extremely puzzled Legolas.
"I-I'm- I'm sorry!" He stammered quickly while backing away before turning around and broke into a run far away from this elf that played with his emotions in such a way he no longer had control of his own physical body. He also wasn't too sure on what exactly he was sorry about. Sorry that he had kissed him or sorry because he had ended it too soon.
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Disclaimer: Believe me, I own absolutely nothing.
Author's Note: Like I said before, it is a Slash. Aragorn/Legolas. Obviously don't read if you don't like slashes. And please review!! Need to know there is SOMEBODY reading this! =) Cheers! Pretty much has nothing to do with the storyline of the book BTW. In this story I have no idea how fast elves age compared to men but it's really, really fast lol. And Aragorn has a much longer life expectancy then any other normal man because ... his special!
Summary: Before Shakespeare fell in love; before Romeo found his Juliet there was a man and his elf. The greatest love story never told.
To: Lomelinde, actually I haven't seen Romeo & Juliet for AGGGGGGGGGES I can hardly remember what happens mainly because I didn't really understand what they were saying half the time but it is a beautiful story! Glad you got a visual at what's going on here ^-^
Earendilstar! You can't die yet! *shakes her awake* lol Ok, now I'ma gonna stop annoying the reviewers. The bestest reviewers ever!! =P
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Legolas and Estel sit side by side on the small bridge, their legs dangling down one side the elf prince fondly stroking a small, white flower growing on the roots of a nearby tree. Estel could not help but watch, he seemed to be constantly drawn to this perfection and it completely terrified him.
"Why do you look at me?" Legolas's calm, melodic voice invaded Estel's thoughts. Caught off-guard for the second time that day the normally cautious Estel blushed, quickly looking away.
"I do not know. I-I can not help it, you are very-"
"Very what?" Legolas prompted.
"I do not know."
"You do not seem to know very much." The blonde elf teased.
"Aye." Estel replied softly, staring at the small pond at the bottom of the bridge.
"I was only taunting, I did not mean offence."
"Tis true though, I know nothing. I do not even know who I am."
Legolas blinked, confused. "You are Estel."
"Nay." Estel shook his head. "I am no elf." Legolas didn't san anything as he continued to watch the human curiously; he appeared to be full of surprises.
"But you were raised by them."
"That doesn't make me one. I just- I just want to know who I am, where did I come from. I don't belong here." Estel had no idea why he was revealing his deepest, darkest secrets to someone who was more of a stranger then anything else.
Legolas watched on, something stirred in the back of his mind. "What do you remember?"
"Rivendell. Nothing else."
"So you were brought here as a child?"
"A baby."
Legolas's eyes widened in shock, he knew this man looked familiar, this was the youngling he had seen all those years ago. The baby that would one day be King. A million questions flooded through Legolas's mind and yet he refrained himself from bombarding his own inquires he knew better. There would be a reason why Estel, no, Aragorn has yet to know his heritage.
"Is something wrong?" Estel asked plainly.
Focusing the issue at hand Legolas shook his head and smiled Estel could not help but smile back the elf just looked so stunning when he smiled, actually the elf looked beautiful doing anything. Estel grimaced, he was inwardly torn a part of him yearned for the attractive Prince while another part scolded him for such thoughts, he was another male.
"Estel" He looked up, trying to cover up his emotional battle as much as he could. "This is a beautiful place."
'Not as beautiful as you.' He thought before mentally kicking himself at such a concept. "I know." He managed to reply instead.
"Why do you come here?"
"To be alone."
"Then why did you show it to me?"
"In case, you sometimes want to escape."
Legolas smiled softly. "That's very kind of you."
Absentmindedly Legolas brushed past Estel's hand with his own and in that short instance Estel lost all control of his body and much to Legolas's shock he fell from the bridge. But luckily for Estel the bridge was just a few feet away from the waist deep pond but unfortunately for the young man in the chaos he had managed to grab the Elven prince by the sleeve and pull him down with him. Legolas slowly stood up, he was completely drenched and his clothing clung to every part of his body going slightly see through and leaving little to even the most deprived imaginations, he squeezed out as much of the water he could from his hair before looking to see if Estel was ok.
He turned in the direction where Estel landed and hesitated as he saw a strange emotion flicker in the man's eyes. Estel meanwhile could not help but stare at the Golden Prince if he had thought Legolas was beautiful before he was breath-taking now he watched as a few droplets of water rolled down the smooth, lean neck and he longed to lick them off the other side of Estel seemed to have drowned in the water as a sudden desire seemed to ignite within the Rivendell man. Slowly he took an awkward step towards Legolas who stood frozen in the spot. Revealed that the elf did not turn away Estel came closer and closer till he was a hair's breadth away.
"No words I know can describe just how beautiful you are." He managed to whisper before pressing his lips on top of the surprised prince's. Estel wrapped one of his strong, toned arm around the slender waist of Legolas while using the other to cup the back of the Prince's head. He was more then pleased when the elf returned his passionate kissing, he could feel Legolas's wet, soft hand resting on his cheek and the other gripping softly onto the bicep of Estel's raised arm. The embrace seemed to last forever and yet it ended too soon. Estel's 'human' side seemed to have survived the fall into the river and made it's way back to the man's mind. 'What are you doing?!' the voice mentally screamed. 'Your kissing him, HIM!' Estel's eyes flew open as those non-existing words seemed to have started a chain reaction, his body tensed and he quickly pulled away from an extremely puzzled Legolas.
"I-I'm- I'm sorry!" He stammered quickly while backing away before turning around and broke into a run far away from this elf that played with his emotions in such a way he no longer had control of his own physical body. He also wasn't too sure on what exactly he was sorry about. Sorry that he had kissed him or sorry because he had ended it too soon.
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