Ooh Ooh!! *Hopes around* I just got my first flamer by a 'Miss Kitty'
*Continues hopping around* Wait a minute. That's not a good thing. *tear*
It isn't as bad as I would have thought. Or perhaps I got a particularly
bad flamer. *Shrugs* I do remember putting "Slash" in the summary, unless
you did not know what slash was, honey. Then I guess it was nobody's
fault.and I thought I was being realistic!! =O I'm nasty? I'm NASTY?! I'M
NASTY?! *Gets all offended*
Lol now back to the reviewers who ARE worth my time.. I just finished writing the last chapter of my story. even though I have yet to even reach the middle, or somewhat. I know it's weird but hey, that's just how I write.I guess. Lol obviously I'm going to put the last chapter up at the end DUH!
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"We shall go through Moria." Young Frodo said loudly. He would prefer anywhere over this impossible mountain.
"So be it." Gandalf replied.
If Aragorn had not been staring at Legolas so intently he may have missed the flash of horror on Legolas's otherwise stunning face. Aragorn knew of his fear in dark, restricted places, especially caves and *especially* underground tunnels. A secret Legolas had confided in him in which, to Aragorn, felt like a lifetime ago.
"Perhaps there is some other way." Aragorn heard himself say.
"There is no other way." Gimli gruffly said. "We must go through Moria."
The fellowship stood outside the entrance of Moria, waiting impatiently for Gandalf to solve the riddle.
Aragorn turned to the direction of where Legolas stood. 'Legolas.' He had spoken as little to the ranger as he could he treated Aragorn little more then a stranger, which for some strange reason hurt Aragorn more then if Legolas had simply ignored him. It made Aragorn feel that the relationship he had with Legolas never existed, the love he shared with the Golden Prince was nothing more then a dream..
"No good would come of this." Legolas softly stated, speaking to no one in particular.
'Aye,' Aragorn thought he had the same feeling.
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The hobbits clung to each other tears streamed from their faces Boromir had to restrain Gimli while shouting curses to the sky. Legolas stood at the edge of the cliff, looking away lost in his own thoughts, he had never lost a loved one to death before. 'Had could mortals deal with this so commonly?' he thought. He looked up to see Aragorn nearby, cleaning his sword. 'Is this how mortals dealt with grief?'
"Get them up." He suddenly commanded.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir cried.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs. Legolas!"
Legolas turned towards Sam and pulled him to his feet. "Be strong little one." He whispered gently. Aragorn was right, they had to keep moving no matter how cruel it sounded at this time. "You shall rest in . Lothlorien." Legolas encouraged, pulling Merry and Pippin to their feets.
Aragorn watched on, his elf was so strong, so kind spirited. Even when consumed in his own grief he would still put other's needs before his own. 'What about your needs?' a voice in his head questioned. Scowling Aragorn pushed his thought away; he would not deal with such questions now.
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Haldir's eyes scanned the premises, nothing. Gradually he eased back into stand-by position, it was nothing. Once sure that there was nothing-unusual Haldir once again let his mind drift.
// 'His heart is broken, he will need time to heal, Haldir.' He nodded. This explained the strange behaviour of the Golden prince. 'I trust you'll treat him gently.' Haldir held back a smirk. 'He may never love, you.' He nodded again. It did not bother him that Legolas did not love him or the possibility that Haldir could never hold the prince's heart, all that mattered to the Guardian was that he could have Legolas, even if it was just physically. As long as he could feel the soft, smooth skin against his, to taste the sweetness of his kisses. That was all that Haldir wanted, needed. //
It was true, Haldir initially did not care or wish for Legolas's affections but now after all these years after Haldir discovered there was more to Legolas then his great beauty, Haldir wanted more. His 3000 years of existence had suddenly caught up with him, he realised how lonely it was to have no one to share his thoughts and feelings with, no one to truly call his own. Haldir had always had more then his fair share of lovers but Legolas, Legolas was something else; the fair prince was in a league of his own, no other could possibly compare. He wanted Legolas as more then an elf to share his nights with; he wanted Legolas to be his, to be his mate for all of eternity.
'He may never love you.'
Haldir grimaced; he suddenly became insanely jealous of the one who held the Prince's heart, a relatively new emotion Haldir had ever felt before, for Haldir rarely had to be jealous. If he wanted something he would get it, whether it was a new bow or an elf's affections. But surely there was no need to be jealous? Slowly it dawned to Haldir, somehow, someway, he had fallen in love with the Fairest of them all. Was it so gradual he himself did not notice it? Or perhaps he tried to deceive himself with the impossibility of having the Golden Prince return his feelings.
Haldir's new found emotion was disrupted when his elven sense noticed something was amiss with the woods. His eyes narrowed, turning his head to a direction.
"Strangers."
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Lothlorien was more beautiful then Aragorn could have ever possibly imagined. However his feeling of awe was interrupted when he noticed at least three bows, notched with sharp arrows pointed at his face. Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise and mentally kicked himself, how could be so careless and forget about the Guardians of Lothlorien.
"The dwarf was breathing so loud I could have shot him in the dark." Haldir smirked, he had noticed their entrance into the woods long before but had purposely timed his appearance to upstage the dwarf. It had worked beautifully.
"We are but weary travellers, looking for a place to rest."
Haldir turned to face the human who spoke, raising an eyebrow with curiosity he analysed the son or Arathorn with interest.
"I see." He finally replied. "Come with me, the Lady has been expecting you."
Aragorn nodded his thanks and turned to follow the other elves before he noticed Haldir turned to greet the Prince of Mirkwood, he paused curiously. Did they know each other?
Haldir and Legolas embraced. "Do not think that I have forgotten you, my Prince." Legolas smiled and buried his face into the older elf's shoulder as the Guradian gently caressed Legolas's hair.
Meanwhile, Aragorn stood not too far away. 'They embrace as if they were more then friends, like lovers.' Aragorn's mind panicked. 'How could this be? Legolas had found another?' 'Of course.' Another voice interrupted. 'He doesn't love you, remember?' Aye, Aragorn had not forgotten and yet apart of him could not believe that Legolas did not love him, a part of him held on to the tiniest of possibility that Legolas had lied. Now after the scene he just witnessed the tiniest possibility vanished as well as his ability to breath, to think, to do anything.
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"What is it they sing?"
"A lament for Gandalf."
"What do they say?"
"I have not the heart to tell you, for me the grief is still too near."
Aragorn mentally laughed bitterly at Legolas's words. 'You know nothing of the word grief, dear elf. Nothing!'
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Lol now back to the reviewers who ARE worth my time.. I just finished writing the last chapter of my story. even though I have yet to even reach the middle, or somewhat. I know it's weird but hey, that's just how I write.I guess. Lol obviously I'm going to put the last chapter up at the end DUH!
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"We shall go through Moria." Young Frodo said loudly. He would prefer anywhere over this impossible mountain.
"So be it." Gandalf replied.
If Aragorn had not been staring at Legolas so intently he may have missed the flash of horror on Legolas's otherwise stunning face. Aragorn knew of his fear in dark, restricted places, especially caves and *especially* underground tunnels. A secret Legolas had confided in him in which, to Aragorn, felt like a lifetime ago.
"Perhaps there is some other way." Aragorn heard himself say.
"There is no other way." Gimli gruffly said. "We must go through Moria."
The fellowship stood outside the entrance of Moria, waiting impatiently for Gandalf to solve the riddle.
Aragorn turned to the direction of where Legolas stood. 'Legolas.' He had spoken as little to the ranger as he could he treated Aragorn little more then a stranger, which for some strange reason hurt Aragorn more then if Legolas had simply ignored him. It made Aragorn feel that the relationship he had with Legolas never existed, the love he shared with the Golden Prince was nothing more then a dream..
"No good would come of this." Legolas softly stated, speaking to no one in particular.
'Aye,' Aragorn thought he had the same feeling.
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The hobbits clung to each other tears streamed from their faces Boromir had to restrain Gimli while shouting curses to the sky. Legolas stood at the edge of the cliff, looking away lost in his own thoughts, he had never lost a loved one to death before. 'Had could mortals deal with this so commonly?' he thought. He looked up to see Aragorn nearby, cleaning his sword. 'Is this how mortals dealt with grief?'
"Get them up." He suddenly commanded.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir cried.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs. Legolas!"
Legolas turned towards Sam and pulled him to his feet. "Be strong little one." He whispered gently. Aragorn was right, they had to keep moving no matter how cruel it sounded at this time. "You shall rest in . Lothlorien." Legolas encouraged, pulling Merry and Pippin to their feets.
Aragorn watched on, his elf was so strong, so kind spirited. Even when consumed in his own grief he would still put other's needs before his own. 'What about your needs?' a voice in his head questioned. Scowling Aragorn pushed his thought away; he would not deal with such questions now.
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Haldir's eyes scanned the premises, nothing. Gradually he eased back into stand-by position, it was nothing. Once sure that there was nothing-unusual Haldir once again let his mind drift.
// 'His heart is broken, he will need time to heal, Haldir.' He nodded. This explained the strange behaviour of the Golden prince. 'I trust you'll treat him gently.' Haldir held back a smirk. 'He may never love, you.' He nodded again. It did not bother him that Legolas did not love him or the possibility that Haldir could never hold the prince's heart, all that mattered to the Guardian was that he could have Legolas, even if it was just physically. As long as he could feel the soft, smooth skin against his, to taste the sweetness of his kisses. That was all that Haldir wanted, needed. //
It was true, Haldir initially did not care or wish for Legolas's affections but now after all these years after Haldir discovered there was more to Legolas then his great beauty, Haldir wanted more. His 3000 years of existence had suddenly caught up with him, he realised how lonely it was to have no one to share his thoughts and feelings with, no one to truly call his own. Haldir had always had more then his fair share of lovers but Legolas, Legolas was something else; the fair prince was in a league of his own, no other could possibly compare. He wanted Legolas as more then an elf to share his nights with; he wanted Legolas to be his, to be his mate for all of eternity.
'He may never love you.'
Haldir grimaced; he suddenly became insanely jealous of the one who held the Prince's heart, a relatively new emotion Haldir had ever felt before, for Haldir rarely had to be jealous. If he wanted something he would get it, whether it was a new bow or an elf's affections. But surely there was no need to be jealous? Slowly it dawned to Haldir, somehow, someway, he had fallen in love with the Fairest of them all. Was it so gradual he himself did not notice it? Or perhaps he tried to deceive himself with the impossibility of having the Golden Prince return his feelings.
Haldir's new found emotion was disrupted when his elven sense noticed something was amiss with the woods. His eyes narrowed, turning his head to a direction.
"Strangers."
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Lothlorien was more beautiful then Aragorn could have ever possibly imagined. However his feeling of awe was interrupted when he noticed at least three bows, notched with sharp arrows pointed at his face. Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise and mentally kicked himself, how could be so careless and forget about the Guardians of Lothlorien.
"The dwarf was breathing so loud I could have shot him in the dark." Haldir smirked, he had noticed their entrance into the woods long before but had purposely timed his appearance to upstage the dwarf. It had worked beautifully.
"We are but weary travellers, looking for a place to rest."
Haldir turned to face the human who spoke, raising an eyebrow with curiosity he analysed the son or Arathorn with interest.
"I see." He finally replied. "Come with me, the Lady has been expecting you."
Aragorn nodded his thanks and turned to follow the other elves before he noticed Haldir turned to greet the Prince of Mirkwood, he paused curiously. Did they know each other?
Haldir and Legolas embraced. "Do not think that I have forgotten you, my Prince." Legolas smiled and buried his face into the older elf's shoulder as the Guradian gently caressed Legolas's hair.
Meanwhile, Aragorn stood not too far away. 'They embrace as if they were more then friends, like lovers.' Aragorn's mind panicked. 'How could this be? Legolas had found another?' 'Of course.' Another voice interrupted. 'He doesn't love you, remember?' Aye, Aragorn had not forgotten and yet apart of him could not believe that Legolas did not love him, a part of him held on to the tiniest of possibility that Legolas had lied. Now after the scene he just witnessed the tiniest possibility vanished as well as his ability to breath, to think, to do anything.
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"What is it they sing?"
"A lament for Gandalf."
"What do they say?"
"I have not the heart to tell you, for me the grief is still too near."
Aragorn mentally laughed bitterly at Legolas's words. 'You know nothing of the word grief, dear elf. Nothing!'
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