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Note: This is my first of everything! First fanfic, first LOTR fic, first slash. Would appreciate some reviews so I can continue the story. I write for an audience and if nobody likes it then there is really no point in continuing. I'll continue even if I only have one "loyal" leader, lol.
His blonde hair caught the end of the light breeze; he's midnight blue eyes were clear and seemed to be lost in his own personal thoughts, the moonlight bathed the lithe and already pale skin with an indescribably glow. He truly was breath taking, Estel was mesmerized. He couldn't help but stare, he couldn't even bring himself to speak incase it would shatter the serenity that enveloped them both. Estel would have been content to just stand and stare the beauty before him, carving the image forever in his mind. If Legolas had not noticed he's presence. He's sapphire eyes flickered to where Aragorn stood, he paused in almost hesitation before he's face slipped the cool, calm mask he wore so well.
"You are late." Legolas's voice was icy and Estel could not help but flinch.
"I'm sor-"
"It's too late for apologizes," he snapped.
Estel's forehead creased in frustration, why was he acting like this? Had he done something wrong? An awkward silence followed after Legolas's violent outburst, Estel shifted uncomfortably, he's mind in a muck re- running moments in which he believed may have upset his elf. He was so caught up in his own thought he didn't notice Legolas moving so close he stood mere inches away.
"Estel..." he breathed, sending Estel crashing back into reality. "I must speak with you."
"That is why I am here, beloved" Legolas seem to have flinched as Estel spoke the last word.
Legolas nodded slowly in agreement while Estel fidgeted, squirming under the tension. He too had something to tell Legolas but didn't know how to begin. He had decided he would tell Legolas tonight, he HAD to.
"No." Legolas abruptly said, interrupting Estel's thoughts. Estel looked into Legolas's eyes, confused. "Whatever it is you are thinking, Estel. Do not do it." He warned.
"I do not know what you speak of", Estel replied slowly, while he's mind was in a whirlwind. Legolas couldn't possibly read he's mind.could he?
"You do", Legolas insisted, narrowing his eyes as a silent warning. "What ever you wish to say I do not want to hear it."
"But-" Estel began, as Legolas waved away he's feeble attempt at a counter attack. "I-" Estel stubbornly continued. He didn't care what Legolas had to say or what he thought, he was going to tell him tonight!
"Estel." Legolas's voice was soft but deadly.
"I love you," The adopted son of Elrond blurted out, cringing, as this was not how he had imagined it would go. Legolas's calm exterior shattered as countless emotions flooded he's beautiful face. He blinked several times before shaking his head slightly and glared at Estel, as if the three words he spoke was an insult.
"How dare you." Legolas accused he's words were little louder then a whisper and Estel had to strain he's ears. Confused and hurt Estel looked away an attempt to hide he's true feelings.
"Do you not love me?"
Legolas stared blankly. "Did you ever think I would love someone like you?"
Aragorn felt as if an icy hand gripped his heart as he turned to face Legolas not even trying to mask he's pain.
"Someone like me." he mimicked meekly.
Legolas scowled flicking back strays of his golden hair. "If you haven't forgotten, I am elven royalty." He spat, adding more emphasis on the word royalty.
Estel swallowed hard, he's eyes stung he no longer could look at Legolas's face. This wasn't his elf; this was someone else who merely looked like him, how could the kind spirited, sweet prince turn into.this monster?
"Do you still not see?" Legolas said dryly, taking more interest in he's nails then the crushed Estel standing before him. "Do you really want to hear me say it? Then will you see?"
Estel throat felt parched as he summoned all his inner strength to look at the being he thought he loved whole-heartedly.
"You do not love me?"
Estel repeated, he's voice quivering, breaking slightly. He's full attention on the Mirkwood prince who sighed and lowered the hand he was studying so intently before. He raised he's beautiful blue eyes to meet Estel's stormy gray ones.
"Nay, Estel I do not love you"
By those simple seven words, Estel's whole world shattered. The scenery seemed to have dulled, nothing seemed to matter anymore. Legolas did not love him. And with those final words his prince turned around and walked away from Estel. out of his life, taking Estel's bleeding heart and torn soul. Estel watched the glowing beauty disperse as tears fell from he's eyes and as he dropped to his knees. If more elven blood had run through he's veins it would have been clear that Estel would have died from grief at that moment.
"Aragorn?" A soft, melodic voice pierced through Aragorn's train of thought. The heir of Isuldir focused on the present elf that stood before him now and smiled, a gesture that was graciously returned. "Do you not feel well, my king?" She continued, glad to see that Aragorn seemed to have returned to reality.
"I am fine, beloved" Aragorn replied slowly.
If Arwen did not believe him she did not show it as she pressed her body to Aragorn's resting her head on his shoulder. Aragorn instinctively wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closer while the subconscious of his mind examined their backdrop. 'How ironic,' a voice in his mind brought up 'the very place your betrothed declares her undying love to you, forsaking her immortality is the very place where Legolas tore out your heart.' Aragorn closed he's eyes trying to block out that voice, the same voice that has been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since that fateful day. Even after all these years, even though he was no longer Estel, son of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. He was no Aragorn son of Arathorn, future King of Gondor, and yet, a part of him still refused to let go of Legolas. Legolas, that name still brought unaccountable amounts of confusion and pain.
"We should return, father would need to speak with you, Aragorn" Arwen spoke, pulling back from Aragorn. "They say the journey to Mordor is dangerous. Return to me my King, safe and well" Aragorn merely nodded as Arwen smiled and touched the Evenstar which now hung around Aragorn's neck. "I love you" she finished in elvish, looking into his eyes, her look of admiration and love quickly turned into confusion as she saw the flash of pain in her lover's eyes. "Aragorn."
"I am fine" He replied curtly, those three words had re ignited the emotions that Aragorn had been blocking out for the past 15 years. The roaring pain seemed to fill him up inside as Arwen started to look worried, images of Legolas flashed in he's mind. Then seven words slowly followed, echoing in he's head and heart.
"Nay Aragorn, I do not love you."
Note: This is my first of everything! First fanfic, first LOTR fic, first slash. Would appreciate some reviews so I can continue the story. I write for an audience and if nobody likes it then there is really no point in continuing. I'll continue even if I only have one "loyal" leader, lol.
His blonde hair caught the end of the light breeze; he's midnight blue eyes were clear and seemed to be lost in his own personal thoughts, the moonlight bathed the lithe and already pale skin with an indescribably glow. He truly was breath taking, Estel was mesmerized. He couldn't help but stare, he couldn't even bring himself to speak incase it would shatter the serenity that enveloped them both. Estel would have been content to just stand and stare the beauty before him, carving the image forever in his mind. If Legolas had not noticed he's presence. He's sapphire eyes flickered to where Aragorn stood, he paused in almost hesitation before he's face slipped the cool, calm mask he wore so well.
"You are late." Legolas's voice was icy and Estel could not help but flinch.
"I'm sor-"
"It's too late for apologizes," he snapped.
Estel's forehead creased in frustration, why was he acting like this? Had he done something wrong? An awkward silence followed after Legolas's violent outburst, Estel shifted uncomfortably, he's mind in a muck re- running moments in which he believed may have upset his elf. He was so caught up in his own thought he didn't notice Legolas moving so close he stood mere inches away.
"Estel..." he breathed, sending Estel crashing back into reality. "I must speak with you."
"That is why I am here, beloved" Legolas seem to have flinched as Estel spoke the last word.
Legolas nodded slowly in agreement while Estel fidgeted, squirming under the tension. He too had something to tell Legolas but didn't know how to begin. He had decided he would tell Legolas tonight, he HAD to.
"No." Legolas abruptly said, interrupting Estel's thoughts. Estel looked into Legolas's eyes, confused. "Whatever it is you are thinking, Estel. Do not do it." He warned.
"I do not know what you speak of", Estel replied slowly, while he's mind was in a whirlwind. Legolas couldn't possibly read he's mind.could he?
"You do", Legolas insisted, narrowing his eyes as a silent warning. "What ever you wish to say I do not want to hear it."
"But-" Estel began, as Legolas waved away he's feeble attempt at a counter attack. "I-" Estel stubbornly continued. He didn't care what Legolas had to say or what he thought, he was going to tell him tonight!
"Estel." Legolas's voice was soft but deadly.
"I love you," The adopted son of Elrond blurted out, cringing, as this was not how he had imagined it would go. Legolas's calm exterior shattered as countless emotions flooded he's beautiful face. He blinked several times before shaking his head slightly and glared at Estel, as if the three words he spoke was an insult.
"How dare you." Legolas accused he's words were little louder then a whisper and Estel had to strain he's ears. Confused and hurt Estel looked away an attempt to hide he's true feelings.
"Do you not love me?"
Legolas stared blankly. "Did you ever think I would love someone like you?"
Aragorn felt as if an icy hand gripped his heart as he turned to face Legolas not even trying to mask he's pain.
"Someone like me." he mimicked meekly.
Legolas scowled flicking back strays of his golden hair. "If you haven't forgotten, I am elven royalty." He spat, adding more emphasis on the word royalty.
Estel swallowed hard, he's eyes stung he no longer could look at Legolas's face. This wasn't his elf; this was someone else who merely looked like him, how could the kind spirited, sweet prince turn into.this monster?
"Do you still not see?" Legolas said dryly, taking more interest in he's nails then the crushed Estel standing before him. "Do you really want to hear me say it? Then will you see?"
Estel throat felt parched as he summoned all his inner strength to look at the being he thought he loved whole-heartedly.
"You do not love me?"
Estel repeated, he's voice quivering, breaking slightly. He's full attention on the Mirkwood prince who sighed and lowered the hand he was studying so intently before. He raised he's beautiful blue eyes to meet Estel's stormy gray ones.
"Nay, Estel I do not love you"
By those simple seven words, Estel's whole world shattered. The scenery seemed to have dulled, nothing seemed to matter anymore. Legolas did not love him. And with those final words his prince turned around and walked away from Estel. out of his life, taking Estel's bleeding heart and torn soul. Estel watched the glowing beauty disperse as tears fell from he's eyes and as he dropped to his knees. If more elven blood had run through he's veins it would have been clear that Estel would have died from grief at that moment.
"Aragorn?" A soft, melodic voice pierced through Aragorn's train of thought. The heir of Isuldir focused on the present elf that stood before him now and smiled, a gesture that was graciously returned. "Do you not feel well, my king?" She continued, glad to see that Aragorn seemed to have returned to reality.
"I am fine, beloved" Aragorn replied slowly.
If Arwen did not believe him she did not show it as she pressed her body to Aragorn's resting her head on his shoulder. Aragorn instinctively wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closer while the subconscious of his mind examined their backdrop. 'How ironic,' a voice in his mind brought up 'the very place your betrothed declares her undying love to you, forsaking her immortality is the very place where Legolas tore out your heart.' Aragorn closed he's eyes trying to block out that voice, the same voice that has been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since that fateful day. Even after all these years, even though he was no longer Estel, son of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. He was no Aragorn son of Arathorn, future King of Gondor, and yet, a part of him still refused to let go of Legolas. Legolas, that name still brought unaccountable amounts of confusion and pain.
"We should return, father would need to speak with you, Aragorn" Arwen spoke, pulling back from Aragorn. "They say the journey to Mordor is dangerous. Return to me my King, safe and well" Aragorn merely nodded as Arwen smiled and touched the Evenstar which now hung around Aragorn's neck. "I love you" she finished in elvish, looking into his eyes, her look of admiration and love quickly turned into confusion as she saw the flash of pain in her lover's eyes. "Aragorn."
"I am fine" He replied curtly, those three words had re ignited the emotions that Aragorn had been blocking out for the past 15 years. The roaring pain seemed to fill him up inside as Arwen started to look worried, images of Legolas flashed in he's mind. Then seven words slowly followed, echoing in he's head and heart.
"Nay Aragorn, I do not love you."