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, Yayyy Lembas! Lol A thousand thanks!
To Goldmund: Yes, I found the image quite amusing too ^-^ and the twins standing outside trying to convince the other to go in first lol *sighs* I crack myself up...
'//' means flashback for those who are unfamiliar.
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Legolas and Estel sat distinctively further apart then Lord Elrond would have like but had to make do with the fact that they were at least on the same table. His twin sons sat in between attempting some sort of conversation involving the two but the two were also being incredibly difficult and only answered with few words. Annoyed the normally stubborn twins gave up if Estel did not want the fair Prince of Greenwood it would give them a better chance of snaring the beauty.
"How long will your stay be?" Elrohir asked for his own curiosity.
"Not long," Legolas replied, staring at the wooden table in front of him. "A plan to leave after this feast."
Elladan noticed Estel stiffen to some extent obviously hearing the words of the beautiful archer.
"Why are you leaving so soon?" Elladan added and he observed that Estel also leaned distinctively closer also wanting to know his answer.
"I-" Legolas paused; he was not sure what to say not that he himself knew. "There is much for me to do in Greenwood." He finished off, realizing himself how unconvincing that sounded.
"Ah, I see" Elladan replied, clearly not believing the Prince.
An awkward silenced that particular area of the table before the main doors of the hall un-expectantly flung open, catching the attention of all inside. Almost on cue a beautiful elf maiden stepped into view her eyes were the blue of a bright, sunny morning, her lips were deep red, full and perfect. Her ivory colored skin glowed contrasting from her long, wavy raven-colored hair that tumbled down her fair back.
Very few occupants could turn away from the enchanting beauty excluding Elrond and the twins, they knew who it was that now captivated the crowd. But why she was here they were all dumbstruck.
"Father." She said softly. "Arwen." Was all Lord Elrond could say.
"You do not look pleased to see me."
"My child, I am always thrilled to see you." The lord of Rivendell rose from his seat and stepped forward embracing his only daughter in an embrace. "What is it that brings you here."
"Galadriel sent me." She replied as softly as before. "With a message." She handed a cream colored enveloped to mystified Elrond. Surely it wasn't something so important that she had to send her grandchild to deliver, could she not trust the hands of her own Guardians? Slowly Elrond took the envelope a dark eyebrow raised skeptically. "Have I interrupted something?"
Elrond returned his gaze to Arwen as she looked around, slightly amused at the decorated hall and the still silent audience.
"Oh yes, tis a feast in honor of our guest, Prince Legolas of Greenwood."
Arwen's smile widened. "Prince Legolas? Where is thy fairest of them all?"
"Your words flatter me, my lady." Legolas's own melodic voice chiming in with Arwen's, who turned to see the Prince approaching her.
The crowds were even more enchanted now to see the two most Beautiful stand together in the middle of the hall.
"It has been too long, sweet prince."
"Aye, it has."
They smiled at one another, once childhood friends who were separated for the benefit of their own kingdom.
Meanwhile, Elrond had opened the letter and was reading it with slight concern at Galadriel's distinctive handwriting.
|| Thranduil has come to me in clear apprehension; his worries bring to light an evident question. Why is it taking so long? Surely Estel would have responded by now. It has been suggested that perhaps we are using the wrong elf. ||
Elrond could almost hear Galadriel's clear, passive voice in his mind as he read. He now knew why Arwen was here, why she was the messenger. He watched as both Legolas and Arwen talked quietly amongst themselves, the Elven prince placing a slender hand upon his daughters shoulder and Arwen nodding seemingly agreeing with what Legolas had to see almost seemed to Elrond that they were trading places. Letting Arwen be the one to capture Estel's heart. The Lord's eyes then focused on the young man himself who like everyone else was staring at the two beauties, which one was unknown as the two stood too close together. Sighing faintly to himself, the half-elven folded up the letter and tucked into the inside of his tunic before turning his attention back to the motionless audience and the unaware beauties.
"My friends let me introduce to you, my daughter Arwen, the Evenstar of elves."
Like snapping out of a spell the beings in the crowd shook their head slightly before joining greetings to the child of their lord. Arwen blushed slightly as Legolas too applauded her. "You are too kind." She whispered as Legolas chuckled softly by her side.
"Don't be so modest."
In the meantime, Estel sat staring, still spellbound. She was beautiful, incredibly beautiful. 'But she it no Legolas.' A voice spoke up from the back of his mind. 'True, but she is stunning, *she* is mesmerizing, *SHE* is an elf-maiden.' Another voice pointed out. The other voice did not reply, clearly agreeing.
"Arwen." The Evenstar turned to her father. "You have yet to meet Estel?"
Her eyes brightened, she had heard of this man, the future King of Gondor. "Aye, father I have yet to meet him."
Nodding Elrond turned to his adopted son. "Estel" he beckoned.
Estel gulped, he knew what his father wanted, and he wanted to introduce him to her, the lovely Evenstar. His palms became sweaty and his mind was in a whirlwind he suddenly wondered if he looked presentable and the realizing he was keeping them both waiting he quickly stood up and joined the two elves.
The Lord of Rivendell smiled as he placed a reassuring hand on Estel's back. "Estel, I'd like you to meet Arwen."
Estel had heard many stories of the Evenstar but to finally meet her he could safely say reality was for more attractive then the stories could have ever described.
"It is an honor." He finally said.
"The pleasure is all mine." She replied with a gentle smile. She could see the future King in him.
A third elf stood slightly aback, his eyes surveying the scene unfolding before him. He saw how appreciatively Estel looked at Arwen and who could blame him? She was the Evening star of elves, the most beautiful of all elf- maidens. Estel would have been out of his mind to not find her stunning? He sighed sadly, he was right. The man did not like him especially not with Arwen here now. He looked longingly at the still opened doors, he had wished Lord Elrond had let him go, he would have been in the safety of his own home by now.
'As soon as this feast is over.' A soft voice encouraged in his find. 'As soon as it's over.'
Estel's eyes glided to the other beauty standing in the background watching him look sadly at the open doors. 'He does not want to be here, he does not want to stay any longer then he has too.' For some unknown reason Estel felt an indescribable ache in his heart. He wanted to leave him and Rivendell behind. He did not want the stunning elf to go but he could do nothing. He would have to stand back and let Legolas walk out of his life. He had an unexplainable feeling that Legolas would not return for a very long time.
"Estel?" The stormy gray eyes returned to look into the clear, light blue ones. "Is something wrong?"
Estel shook his head and smiled. "It just feels like I have strayed into a dream."
He felt his heart beat a little faster when he saw the Evenstar return the kind gesture.
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I just have to keep making things more complicated and make poor Aragorn and Legolas suffer! But I live on angst! I live on making their lives miserable! So so evil! :'( I am so evil!!
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, Yayyy Lembas! Lol A thousand thanks!
To Goldmund: Yes, I found the image quite amusing too ^-^ and the twins standing outside trying to convince the other to go in first lol *sighs* I crack myself up...
'//' means flashback for those who are unfamiliar.
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Legolas and Estel sat distinctively further apart then Lord Elrond would have like but had to make do with the fact that they were at least on the same table. His twin sons sat in between attempting some sort of conversation involving the two but the two were also being incredibly difficult and only answered with few words. Annoyed the normally stubborn twins gave up if Estel did not want the fair Prince of Greenwood it would give them a better chance of snaring the beauty.
"How long will your stay be?" Elrohir asked for his own curiosity.
"Not long," Legolas replied, staring at the wooden table in front of him. "A plan to leave after this feast."
Elladan noticed Estel stiffen to some extent obviously hearing the words of the beautiful archer.
"Why are you leaving so soon?" Elladan added and he observed that Estel also leaned distinctively closer also wanting to know his answer.
"I-" Legolas paused; he was not sure what to say not that he himself knew. "There is much for me to do in Greenwood." He finished off, realizing himself how unconvincing that sounded.
"Ah, I see" Elladan replied, clearly not believing the Prince.
An awkward silenced that particular area of the table before the main doors of the hall un-expectantly flung open, catching the attention of all inside. Almost on cue a beautiful elf maiden stepped into view her eyes were the blue of a bright, sunny morning, her lips were deep red, full and perfect. Her ivory colored skin glowed contrasting from her long, wavy raven-colored hair that tumbled down her fair back.
Very few occupants could turn away from the enchanting beauty excluding Elrond and the twins, they knew who it was that now captivated the crowd. But why she was here they were all dumbstruck.
"Father." She said softly. "Arwen." Was all Lord Elrond could say.
"You do not look pleased to see me."
"My child, I am always thrilled to see you." The lord of Rivendell rose from his seat and stepped forward embracing his only daughter in an embrace. "What is it that brings you here."
"Galadriel sent me." She replied as softly as before. "With a message." She handed a cream colored enveloped to mystified Elrond. Surely it wasn't something so important that she had to send her grandchild to deliver, could she not trust the hands of her own Guardians? Slowly Elrond took the envelope a dark eyebrow raised skeptically. "Have I interrupted something?"
Elrond returned his gaze to Arwen as she looked around, slightly amused at the decorated hall and the still silent audience.
"Oh yes, tis a feast in honor of our guest, Prince Legolas of Greenwood."
Arwen's smile widened. "Prince Legolas? Where is thy fairest of them all?"
"Your words flatter me, my lady." Legolas's own melodic voice chiming in with Arwen's, who turned to see the Prince approaching her.
The crowds were even more enchanted now to see the two most Beautiful stand together in the middle of the hall.
"It has been too long, sweet prince."
"Aye, it has."
They smiled at one another, once childhood friends who were separated for the benefit of their own kingdom.
Meanwhile, Elrond had opened the letter and was reading it with slight concern at Galadriel's distinctive handwriting.
|| Thranduil has come to me in clear apprehension; his worries bring to light an evident question. Why is it taking so long? Surely Estel would have responded by now. It has been suggested that perhaps we are using the wrong elf. ||
Elrond could almost hear Galadriel's clear, passive voice in his mind as he read. He now knew why Arwen was here, why she was the messenger. He watched as both Legolas and Arwen talked quietly amongst themselves, the Elven prince placing a slender hand upon his daughters shoulder and Arwen nodding seemingly agreeing with what Legolas had to see almost seemed to Elrond that they were trading places. Letting Arwen be the one to capture Estel's heart. The Lord's eyes then focused on the young man himself who like everyone else was staring at the two beauties, which one was unknown as the two stood too close together. Sighing faintly to himself, the half-elven folded up the letter and tucked into the inside of his tunic before turning his attention back to the motionless audience and the unaware beauties.
"My friends let me introduce to you, my daughter Arwen, the Evenstar of elves."
Like snapping out of a spell the beings in the crowd shook their head slightly before joining greetings to the child of their lord. Arwen blushed slightly as Legolas too applauded her. "You are too kind." She whispered as Legolas chuckled softly by her side.
"Don't be so modest."
In the meantime, Estel sat staring, still spellbound. She was beautiful, incredibly beautiful. 'But she it no Legolas.' A voice spoke up from the back of his mind. 'True, but she is stunning, *she* is mesmerizing, *SHE* is an elf-maiden.' Another voice pointed out. The other voice did not reply, clearly agreeing.
"Arwen." The Evenstar turned to her father. "You have yet to meet Estel?"
Her eyes brightened, she had heard of this man, the future King of Gondor. "Aye, father I have yet to meet him."
Nodding Elrond turned to his adopted son. "Estel" he beckoned.
Estel gulped, he knew what his father wanted, and he wanted to introduce him to her, the lovely Evenstar. His palms became sweaty and his mind was in a whirlwind he suddenly wondered if he looked presentable and the realizing he was keeping them both waiting he quickly stood up and joined the two elves.
The Lord of Rivendell smiled as he placed a reassuring hand on Estel's back. "Estel, I'd like you to meet Arwen."
Estel had heard many stories of the Evenstar but to finally meet her he could safely say reality was for more attractive then the stories could have ever described.
"It is an honor." He finally said.
"The pleasure is all mine." She replied with a gentle smile. She could see the future King in him.
A third elf stood slightly aback, his eyes surveying the scene unfolding before him. He saw how appreciatively Estel looked at Arwen and who could blame him? She was the Evening star of elves, the most beautiful of all elf- maidens. Estel would have been out of his mind to not find her stunning? He sighed sadly, he was right. The man did not like him especially not with Arwen here now. He looked longingly at the still opened doors, he had wished Lord Elrond had let him go, he would have been in the safety of his own home by now.
'As soon as this feast is over.' A soft voice encouraged in his find. 'As soon as it's over.'
Estel's eyes glided to the other beauty standing in the background watching him look sadly at the open doors. 'He does not want to be here, he does not want to stay any longer then he has too.' For some unknown reason Estel felt an indescribable ache in his heart. He wanted to leave him and Rivendell behind. He did not want the stunning elf to go but he could do nothing. He would have to stand back and let Legolas walk out of his life. He had an unexplainable feeling that Legolas would not return for a very long time.
"Estel?" The stormy gray eyes returned to look into the clear, light blue ones. "Is something wrong?"
Estel shook his head and smiled. "It just feels like I have strayed into a dream."
He felt his heart beat a little faster when he saw the Evenstar return the kind gesture.
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I just have to keep making things more complicated and make poor Aragorn and Legolas suffer! But I live on angst! I live on making their lives miserable! So so evil! :'( I am so evil!!