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: Dark Whispers, Damnit! I thought I was doing so well too. *sighs* why must their names be so hard to spell? I know I do a lot of mistakes, mainly because I write on impulse =P From reading all of your fantastic reviews and all of you demanding more so I'm all like "Need to write more!!" lol =) Glad you like it though and yeah I made sure I spelt Elrohir right!! Lol
To: Fantasia, I'm so glad you like my *plot* and will Arwen be in it? Hmm... good question.
Keep reviewing .uh reviewers!! ^-^ I write for the reviews just know that somebody out there is reading my work and enjoying it brings tears of joy to my eyes..*bursts into tears* Ooooh wow I just figured out I'm on TWO, TWO favorite lists!! *cries more* Me! On a favorite list!! I love you guys!!
*reads other reviews* Getting threatened :'( .. In a good way *is confused* ANYWAY I should get back to the story..
'//' means flashback for those who are unfamiliar.
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Lord Elrond's forehead creased ever so slightly when he caught sight of his adopted son returning to the grounds of Rivendell saturated in water, he squinted his eyes to see if Legolas followed, nothing. This was not a good sign, had they had an argument and resulted into trying to drown one another? Elrond frowned he hoped Estel did not succeed, what was he going to tell Thranduil? *
Even from this distance the Elven lord could sense Estel's uncertainty but this was one battle that his father could not help nor prepare him for. Estel would have to stand alone in this one but the consequences for if he failed- Elrond mentally shook his head he could not even bare to think of such things. He had every faith in this young man; after all he was named after 'Hope.'
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Estel slammed his bedroom door behind him as he roughly pulled at his clingy clothing. He was confused, angry and frustrated. Confused because he did not know what to think of the Greenwood Prince he had only recently met, anger because he body seemed to ache missing the lovely one's touch and frustration because these stupid garments would not come off!! In a blind uncontrollable rage Estel grabbed the nearest sharp object and just tore at the attire, ripping it to shreds.
Meanwhile, outside Estel's door the Rivendell twins raised a concern eyebrow at one another. Their father had said Estel looked upset but right now he seemed psychopathic. Silently they signaled for one another to go in first, neither wanting to walk in on a murderous Estel who apparently had in his possession an extremely sharp object.
"I always knew that Legolas had the power to drive any being insane with lust but- but this? This is ridiculous." Elladan whispered to his Elrohir.
"Surely, Legolas would have not rejected our little brother's advances?" Elrohir added.
The older elf shrugged. "Perhaps we should both go in before Estel accidentally stabs something, like himself."
"Or not." The younger elf added as Elladan opened the door.
"Estel." They both said quietly as the young man sat at the end of his bed, face in his hands.
"What is wrong with me?" The youngest child of Elrond asked sadly. The twins tilted their heads thoughtfully, not sure what the question meant or if Estel was talking to them. "He is a male. I cannot possibly feel this way for another-" Estel gulped shaking his head, unable to complete his own sentence. Suddenly it dawned onto the twins on what exactly had happened.
Elladan sighed; slightly annoyed by the ignorance of man while Elrohir shook his head with sympathy he would never understand the mind of a man. "You are a fool, Estel."
They didn't even know if the shirtless man had heard them, he just sat staring at his hands, carefully tracing one particular scar at the palm of one of his hands.
// "You speak as if we are rare."
"In a way, you are." //
Estel frowned, what did he mean?
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"Surely young prince you should not be in such a haste to leave."
Elrond watched helplessly as Legolas moved swiftly back and forth between backs and his packed horse while his guardians fussed mercilessly at the still drenched Prince. Slightly annoyed Legolas batted away his servants but did not slow himself from his packing.
"I know when I am not wanted my Lord." He paused. "I mean no respect."
"Legolas-"
"Nothing you say will change my mind."
"Stay for the feast at least, we have prepared it in your honor" Elrond sighed with relief as he saw Legoals slowing down. "And perhaps some dry clothes?"
Legolas smiled appreciatively before being led back to the palace by his servants. He suddenly realized how uncomfortable he felt and would have given anything for a hot bath. His mind suddenly flashbacked to the secret hiding spot of Estel's, were they had shared their first kiss and where Legolas for the first time in his life felt complete and almost cruelly it was taken away. Legolas had almost instantly assumed it was his own fault that Estel no longer wanted to embrace him, he had to have done something wrong. 'Possibly, he may dislike me.' Legolas thought sadly, the sudden rush to leave Rivendell revived in his body but he found himself standing alone in his room. He could hear his guardians standing outside the door; well maybe he could at least have that bath he so deeply desired. He would at least get this.
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Lord Elrond sat alone in his study in deep thought. 'Why was this not working? They had done everything right. Why was Estel not responding? Better yet why was he being so difficult? What were they doing wrong?' do many questions weighed upon Elrond's already troubled mind. The time for Estel's true heritage to come to light was fast approaching if he could not handle his feelings for an elf how could he possibly handle the fact of knowing he was to be King to a country he knew nothing about?
He leaned back on his seat, his head tilted upwards. "Give me strength." He then stood up and headed for the door he would need to get ready for the up- coming feast. The feast that would determine the fate of everything Elrond knew to be.
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* (A/N: *grins at dark whispers* I spelt it right!! Right? =S)
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: Dark Whispers, Damnit! I thought I was doing so well too. *sighs* why must their names be so hard to spell? I know I do a lot of mistakes, mainly because I write on impulse =P From reading all of your fantastic reviews and all of you demanding more so I'm all like "Need to write more!!" lol =) Glad you like it though and yeah I made sure I spelt Elrohir right!! Lol
To: Fantasia, I'm so glad you like my *plot* and will Arwen be in it? Hmm... good question.
Keep reviewing .uh reviewers!! ^-^ I write for the reviews just know that somebody out there is reading my work and enjoying it brings tears of joy to my eyes..*bursts into tears* Ooooh wow I just figured out I'm on TWO, TWO favorite lists!! *cries more* Me! On a favorite list!! I love you guys!!
*reads other reviews* Getting threatened :'( .. In a good way *is confused* ANYWAY I should get back to the story..
'//' means flashback for those who are unfamiliar.
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Lord Elrond's forehead creased ever so slightly when he caught sight of his adopted son returning to the grounds of Rivendell saturated in water, he squinted his eyes to see if Legolas followed, nothing. This was not a good sign, had they had an argument and resulted into trying to drown one another? Elrond frowned he hoped Estel did not succeed, what was he going to tell Thranduil? *
Even from this distance the Elven lord could sense Estel's uncertainty but this was one battle that his father could not help nor prepare him for. Estel would have to stand alone in this one but the consequences for if he failed- Elrond mentally shook his head he could not even bare to think of such things. He had every faith in this young man; after all he was named after 'Hope.'
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Estel slammed his bedroom door behind him as he roughly pulled at his clingy clothing. He was confused, angry and frustrated. Confused because he did not know what to think of the Greenwood Prince he had only recently met, anger because he body seemed to ache missing the lovely one's touch and frustration because these stupid garments would not come off!! In a blind uncontrollable rage Estel grabbed the nearest sharp object and just tore at the attire, ripping it to shreds.
Meanwhile, outside Estel's door the Rivendell twins raised a concern eyebrow at one another. Their father had said Estel looked upset but right now he seemed psychopathic. Silently they signaled for one another to go in first, neither wanting to walk in on a murderous Estel who apparently had in his possession an extremely sharp object.
"I always knew that Legolas had the power to drive any being insane with lust but- but this? This is ridiculous." Elladan whispered to his Elrohir.
"Surely, Legolas would have not rejected our little brother's advances?" Elrohir added.
The older elf shrugged. "Perhaps we should both go in before Estel accidentally stabs something, like himself."
"Or not." The younger elf added as Elladan opened the door.
"Estel." They both said quietly as the young man sat at the end of his bed, face in his hands.
"What is wrong with me?" The youngest child of Elrond asked sadly. The twins tilted their heads thoughtfully, not sure what the question meant or if Estel was talking to them. "He is a male. I cannot possibly feel this way for another-" Estel gulped shaking his head, unable to complete his own sentence. Suddenly it dawned onto the twins on what exactly had happened.
Elladan sighed; slightly annoyed by the ignorance of man while Elrohir shook his head with sympathy he would never understand the mind of a man. "You are a fool, Estel."
They didn't even know if the shirtless man had heard them, he just sat staring at his hands, carefully tracing one particular scar at the palm of one of his hands.
// "You speak as if we are rare."
"In a way, you are." //
Estel frowned, what did he mean?
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"Surely young prince you should not be in such a haste to leave."
Elrond watched helplessly as Legolas moved swiftly back and forth between backs and his packed horse while his guardians fussed mercilessly at the still drenched Prince. Slightly annoyed Legolas batted away his servants but did not slow himself from his packing.
"I know when I am not wanted my Lord." He paused. "I mean no respect."
"Legolas-"
"Nothing you say will change my mind."
"Stay for the feast at least, we have prepared it in your honor" Elrond sighed with relief as he saw Legoals slowing down. "And perhaps some dry clothes?"
Legolas smiled appreciatively before being led back to the palace by his servants. He suddenly realized how uncomfortable he felt and would have given anything for a hot bath. His mind suddenly flashbacked to the secret hiding spot of Estel's, were they had shared their first kiss and where Legolas for the first time in his life felt complete and almost cruelly it was taken away. Legolas had almost instantly assumed it was his own fault that Estel no longer wanted to embrace him, he had to have done something wrong. 'Possibly, he may dislike me.' Legolas thought sadly, the sudden rush to leave Rivendell revived in his body but he found himself standing alone in his room. He could hear his guardians standing outside the door; well maybe he could at least have that bath he so deeply desired. He would at least get this.
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Lord Elrond sat alone in his study in deep thought. 'Why was this not working? They had done everything right. Why was Estel not responding? Better yet why was he being so difficult? What were they doing wrong?' do many questions weighed upon Elrond's already troubled mind. The time for Estel's true heritage to come to light was fast approaching if he could not handle his feelings for an elf how could he possibly handle the fact of knowing he was to be King to a country he knew nothing about?
He leaned back on his seat, his head tilted upwards. "Give me strength." He then stood up and headed for the door he would need to get ready for the up- coming feast. The feast that would determine the fate of everything Elrond knew to be.
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* (A/N: *grins at dark whispers* I spelt it right!! Right? =S)