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Lol I'm suppose to be doing a history assignment right now but I got an idea that I had to write down in case I forgot and now it's Chapter 3 =) Why can't it be this easy to talk about Bog Bodies? ANYWAY '//////' those mean flashback, could be a little confusing but you'd get the basic point. *Nods* Trust me, you will. I'm on a roll aren't I? Lol
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Aragorn's heart skipped a beat. 'No, it couldn't be.' He glanced up again. 'Yes, it had to be. The long, blonde hair, the beautiful blue yes, the perfect lips.'
The elf Aragorn could not tear he's eyes away from wore the colors of Mirkwood and the single clasp over his cloak informed onlookers that he was royalty. It was in fact Legolas; the Prince of Mirkwood who sat opposite of Aragorn at the council Lord Elrond summoned. Legolas mentally cursed himself for delaying his simple task of giving Lord Elrond the message, now here he sat in the presence of Aragorn, who he could feel continually glance at him. So far Legolas had successfully avoided eye contact with the future King Of Men, before all attention was focused on the young hobbit that placed the one ring before him.
'So it is true.' Legolas thought 'The one ring has been found-' His thoughts were interrupted by a man, one different from Aragorn who announced that perhaps the ring could be used for good. Shaking he's head Legolas frowned, why could humans not understand, you cannot alter with destiny.
"You can not wield it, none of us can."
Instinctively Legolas's eyes flickered to the one who spoke, his mind and heart's objections came too late as he for the first time in many years looked directly at Aragorn and Legolas's breath was taken away. Aragorn no longer looked like the young Estel Legolas once knew, he's skin looked rougher and more tanned, he's hair almost reached he's shoulders and he's eyes, eyes containing such wisdom that it did not have before. So this was Aragorn, it almost felt to Legolas he was meeting a new person.
"And what would a mere ranger know of this?"
Legolas suddenly rose to his feet, surprising everyone including himself. "This is no mere ranger, this is Aragorn son of Arathorn the future King of Gondor."
Aragorn couldn't understand it, Legolas was defending him, and still caught up in shock all Aragorn could say was "Sit down, Legolas." Legolas glared at Aragorn, hoping he's own confusion did not show, before he sat down and avoided questioning glances from Aragorn again. So caught up in he's own thoughts Aragorn almost didn't here the other man declare that Gondor needed no King.
'Perhaps he is right'
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Aragorn knelt before the young hobbit, he had grown fond of Frodo and would not let him carry this burden alone.
"You have my sword, with my life I can protect you. I will"
"You have my bow."
Aragorn didn't even have to look up to know who had spoken; nevertheless he looked up to see just in time Legolas turning his face away from him. He had a feeling that Legolas would join or perhaps he was just hoping it. Before he knew it a dwarf, the man who turned out to be the Steward of Gondor and 3 more hobbits had declared himself apart of this.
"You shall be known as 'The Fellowship Of The Ring'" Elrond nodded approvingly, he's eyes scanned the many faces and different races. The fate of middle earth now rested in the hands of these warriors. and hobbits. He glanced up to see Aragorn looking at Legolas; who stared straight ahead ignoring him. Elrond mentally sighed; perhaps middle earth's fate wasn't the only one in turmoil.
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Lord Elrond massaged the temples of his head, as he sat hunched over he's desk, so many complications. Not even Galadriel could have all the answers now. The name of he's wife's mother prompted certain memories that Elrond previously had simply ignored. Now, he was too tired to push them away, 'perhaps they may even give him help in finding an answer for he's many questions. Closing he's eyes he let he's memories consume him.
/////// "It is not meant to be, Elrond. You know this, I know you do." Galadriel's haunting voice echoed throughout Elrond's mind as he stood by he's window. "If he does not let go now, grief will kill him and we can not have the crowned Prince of Mirkwood die in the hands of the mortal King of Gondor. Tharanduil would not stand for it, war will be declared between Mirkwood elves and the people of Gondor." I closed my eyes, jaw clenched, he knew what Galadriel was asking him to do; he however didn't know if he could do it. I would have easily chosen to return to the fires of Mordor then to tear Estel and Legolas apart, but he knew Galadriel was right, she always was.
I found Legolas leaning on the trunk of a tree in the garden, I was glad for once that Estel was not with him, this would make it slightly easier. Legolas's back faced him, as a cool night breeze lifted loose strands of Legolas's golden mane; one of his hands encircled a branch, which hung slightly above him. Slowly I watched Legolas's ears prick hearing the presence of another.
"My lord?" Legolas looked surprised.
"My prince." I replied. "Isn't it a little late to be up?"
Legolas smiled "You speak as if I was a mere thousand year old" The Golden- Haired Elf teased.
"You are still young," He countered.
"Not to Estel."
I grimaced suddenly remembering why I was having this conversation with Legolas; who looked confused by the sudden silence.
"About Estel."
"Yes?" Questioned Legolas.
"He is not who you think he is"
"I don't understand"
"He is royalty."
"Like me?"
"Not exactly, Estel is not Estel, he is Aragorn son-"
"-Of Arathorn." Legolas finished the sentence. "Estel is Isuldir's heir?" Legolas stared in disbelief as I nodded. "But, that means he is the rightful King of Gondor."
"He is, and he will claim his throne."
"He doesn't know." It was more of a statement then a question.
"No."
"Shouldn't he know?"
"He will."
"When?"
"Soon."
"Why are you telling me before him?"
I breathed deeply this is where the complications begin. "For Estel to be King, he must have a Queen. so they can create a-"
"-Heir." Legolas was beginning to understand the purpose of this conversation.
Silence.
"He must not know of our meeting. He would not understand. He would forsake he's duties, turn he's back on he's people and country and choose exile to be with you"
Legolas looked up at me, he's normally bright eyes were dulled as if a fire had been putout inside of him. "Then I know what I must do."
Then without another word, Legolas turned and disappeared into the darkness. The sadness in Legolas's eyes as they finally comprehended that his and Estel's love could not last, tugged at Elrond's heartstrings. Legolas was so strong, both physically and mentally, the sacrifices he had made for the sake of mankind would go unsung. So Elrond could not blame him when he found his foster son alone, crying he's heart out on the bridge, Estel did not look up, as he had approached. Kneeling before him Elrond wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, protecting him from the pain he, himself had caused. Words would be useless now. He had understood Legolas's strategy, he had caught off Estel completely, and he had done it with speed and precision. He's words had to have been harsh to bring him to tears; Legolas must have decided that if Estel would hate him it would be easier for them both. Elrond remembered sitting beside his distraught son, hoping Legolas was right. ///////
Lord Elrond opened he's eyes. It didn't feel right, to have 2 elves and a man to be hurting, when two could be so easily healed, how could this be the right way? Elrond frowned and rubbed his temples again he's headache was getting worse. 'Perhaps,' a voice in he's mind spoke 'Galadriel is wrong.'
Lol I'm suppose to be doing a history assignment right now but I got an idea that I had to write down in case I forgot and now it's Chapter 3 =) Why can't it be this easy to talk about Bog Bodies? ANYWAY '//////' those mean flashback, could be a little confusing but you'd get the basic point. *Nods* Trust me, you will. I'm on a roll aren't I? Lol
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Aragorn's heart skipped a beat. 'No, it couldn't be.' He glanced up again. 'Yes, it had to be. The long, blonde hair, the beautiful blue yes, the perfect lips.'
The elf Aragorn could not tear he's eyes away from wore the colors of Mirkwood and the single clasp over his cloak informed onlookers that he was royalty. It was in fact Legolas; the Prince of Mirkwood who sat opposite of Aragorn at the council Lord Elrond summoned. Legolas mentally cursed himself for delaying his simple task of giving Lord Elrond the message, now here he sat in the presence of Aragorn, who he could feel continually glance at him. So far Legolas had successfully avoided eye contact with the future King Of Men, before all attention was focused on the young hobbit that placed the one ring before him.
'So it is true.' Legolas thought 'The one ring has been found-' His thoughts were interrupted by a man, one different from Aragorn who announced that perhaps the ring could be used for good. Shaking he's head Legolas frowned, why could humans not understand, you cannot alter with destiny.
"You can not wield it, none of us can."
Instinctively Legolas's eyes flickered to the one who spoke, his mind and heart's objections came too late as he for the first time in many years looked directly at Aragorn and Legolas's breath was taken away. Aragorn no longer looked like the young Estel Legolas once knew, he's skin looked rougher and more tanned, he's hair almost reached he's shoulders and he's eyes, eyes containing such wisdom that it did not have before. So this was Aragorn, it almost felt to Legolas he was meeting a new person.
"And what would a mere ranger know of this?"
Legolas suddenly rose to his feet, surprising everyone including himself. "This is no mere ranger, this is Aragorn son of Arathorn the future King of Gondor."
Aragorn couldn't understand it, Legolas was defending him, and still caught up in shock all Aragorn could say was "Sit down, Legolas." Legolas glared at Aragorn, hoping he's own confusion did not show, before he sat down and avoided questioning glances from Aragorn again. So caught up in he's own thoughts Aragorn almost didn't here the other man declare that Gondor needed no King.
'Perhaps he is right'
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Aragorn knelt before the young hobbit, he had grown fond of Frodo and would not let him carry this burden alone.
"You have my sword, with my life I can protect you. I will"
"You have my bow."
Aragorn didn't even have to look up to know who had spoken; nevertheless he looked up to see just in time Legolas turning his face away from him. He had a feeling that Legolas would join or perhaps he was just hoping it. Before he knew it a dwarf, the man who turned out to be the Steward of Gondor and 3 more hobbits had declared himself apart of this.
"You shall be known as 'The Fellowship Of The Ring'" Elrond nodded approvingly, he's eyes scanned the many faces and different races. The fate of middle earth now rested in the hands of these warriors. and hobbits. He glanced up to see Aragorn looking at Legolas; who stared straight ahead ignoring him. Elrond mentally sighed; perhaps middle earth's fate wasn't the only one in turmoil.
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Lord Elrond massaged the temples of his head, as he sat hunched over he's desk, so many complications. Not even Galadriel could have all the answers now. The name of he's wife's mother prompted certain memories that Elrond previously had simply ignored. Now, he was too tired to push them away, 'perhaps they may even give him help in finding an answer for he's many questions. Closing he's eyes he let he's memories consume him.
/////// "It is not meant to be, Elrond. You know this, I know you do." Galadriel's haunting voice echoed throughout Elrond's mind as he stood by he's window. "If he does not let go now, grief will kill him and we can not have the crowned Prince of Mirkwood die in the hands of the mortal King of Gondor. Tharanduil would not stand for it, war will be declared between Mirkwood elves and the people of Gondor." I closed my eyes, jaw clenched, he knew what Galadriel was asking him to do; he however didn't know if he could do it. I would have easily chosen to return to the fires of Mordor then to tear Estel and Legolas apart, but he knew Galadriel was right, she always was.
I found Legolas leaning on the trunk of a tree in the garden, I was glad for once that Estel was not with him, this would make it slightly easier. Legolas's back faced him, as a cool night breeze lifted loose strands of Legolas's golden mane; one of his hands encircled a branch, which hung slightly above him. Slowly I watched Legolas's ears prick hearing the presence of another.
"My lord?" Legolas looked surprised.
"My prince." I replied. "Isn't it a little late to be up?"
Legolas smiled "You speak as if I was a mere thousand year old" The Golden- Haired Elf teased.
"You are still young," He countered.
"Not to Estel."
I grimaced suddenly remembering why I was having this conversation with Legolas; who looked confused by the sudden silence.
"About Estel."
"Yes?" Questioned Legolas.
"He is not who you think he is"
"I don't understand"
"He is royalty."
"Like me?"
"Not exactly, Estel is not Estel, he is Aragorn son-"
"-Of Arathorn." Legolas finished the sentence. "Estel is Isuldir's heir?" Legolas stared in disbelief as I nodded. "But, that means he is the rightful King of Gondor."
"He is, and he will claim his throne."
"He doesn't know." It was more of a statement then a question.
"No."
"Shouldn't he know?"
"He will."
"When?"
"Soon."
"Why are you telling me before him?"
I breathed deeply this is where the complications begin. "For Estel to be King, he must have a Queen. so they can create a-"
"-Heir." Legolas was beginning to understand the purpose of this conversation.
Silence.
"He must not know of our meeting. He would not understand. He would forsake he's duties, turn he's back on he's people and country and choose exile to be with you"
Legolas looked up at me, he's normally bright eyes were dulled as if a fire had been putout inside of him. "Then I know what I must do."
Then without another word, Legolas turned and disappeared into the darkness. The sadness in Legolas's eyes as they finally comprehended that his and Estel's love could not last, tugged at Elrond's heartstrings. Legolas was so strong, both physically and mentally, the sacrifices he had made for the sake of mankind would go unsung. So Elrond could not blame him when he found his foster son alone, crying he's heart out on the bridge, Estel did not look up, as he had approached. Kneeling before him Elrond wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, protecting him from the pain he, himself had caused. Words would be useless now. He had understood Legolas's strategy, he had caught off Estel completely, and he had done it with speed and precision. He's words had to have been harsh to bring him to tears; Legolas must have decided that if Estel would hate him it would be easier for them both. Elrond remembered sitting beside his distraught son, hoping Legolas was right. ///////
Lord Elrond opened he's eyes. It didn't feel right, to have 2 elves and a man to be hurting, when two could be so easily healed, how could this be the right way? Elrond frowned and rubbed his temples again he's headache was getting worse. 'Perhaps,' a voice in he's mind spoke 'Galadriel is wrong.'