First I'm going to say SOOOORRRRYYYYYY for the lack of updates!! You know
it's the usual.School, assessments, Ja Rule concerts.. *squeals* JA RULE
CONCERTS!!! It was last night + OMG It was so worth standing 3 hours in 4
inch shoes!!! Ok lol back to the story =)
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An invisible fire seemed to radiate from the mere presence of Haldir; any living creature containing a brain was wise enough to stay away. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he fired at the target, the arrow flew both fast and furiously hitting the dead center with precision, it was a perfect shot and yet Haldir was not satisfied. The previous 50 arrows had not satisfied him and he wasn't going to be satisfied with this one. It was his way of venting out pent up frustration, it had always been. But it wasn't working anymore, Haldir no longer just held frustration; he felt hurt, sadness, anger but above all jealousy. It burned him from the inside, it was a wound that could not, would not be healed. He shot another arrow and once again it hit the very middle, penetrating and dividing his previous arrow and yet Haldir was still unsatisfied. He was starting to get annoyed, the fact he was annoyed, annoyed him. He gripped his bow tightly, while his arms hanged loosely by his side, sweat poured from his brow, his inner fire burning more wildly and intently then before as his mind sidetracked to what happened a couple of nights before.
((Flashback - Fellowship was in ...(A/N: Damn! Forgot how to spell its name. But you know what I mean)))
// Haldir stared fondly at the sleeping elf in his arms. 'He is so beautiful, even when he sleeps.' He thought as he gently stroked the side of Legolas's face. Only in his sleep was the prince's defense down, only in his sleep was his mind unguarded, his heart unprotected. Haldir nervously licked his lips. He wasn't sure if he could go through with what he had planned earlier, it violated Legolas's privacy, he would be upset and angry when he found out..If he found out... 'But he won't find out.' A voice in Haldir's mind encouraged. 'How will he find out?' It was true, there was no way Legolas would find out, unless he himself told him, and he would not be so foolish to do so, or perhaps Galadriel but the Guardian knew she was on his side. Slowly Haldir raised a slender, pale hand and rested it on Legolas's forehead, he watched carefully to see if Legolas stirred, nothing, then using his other hand he tensely placed it on Legolas's chest, above his heart. He then closed his eyes focusing all he had on both Legolas's mind and heart; only his need to know whom Legolas loved drove Haldir to this infringement. His own curiosity greatly outweighed his ethics, then he saw it a glimmer of dark, gray eyes, a flick of wavy brown hair, the toned, tanned skin, the rough scarred hands, the strong unshaven jaw... Haldir opened his eyes in shock as he quickly removed his hands from the sleeping form of the unknowing prince. It was Aragorn. 'The human holds his heart?'
Then suddenly, in the cool air of the night, beside the beautiful elf Haldir felt the strong yet familiar surge of insane jealousy. Legolas was without a doubt in love with another and a human at that, Haldir personally had nothing against the race of men but he severely disapproved of human/elf relationships for he knew that a mortal's life was limited and the elf they left behind would be alone and most likely would follow their beloved to the afterlife in grief. Haldir watched the gentle rise and fall of the sleeping elf's chest; he would not let Legolas die for a human, especially one that was betrothed to another. He wasn't even sure if the human returned Legolas's feelings and even if he did he would be powerless to do anything, that Haldir knew. To pursue Legolas would mean the human had to go against the wishes of both Elrond and Galadriel the wisest and oldest of the elves and who would be stupid enough to defy the desires of them? Haldir blinked and even that short moment he saw the image of Aragorn's face, the face forever in Legolas's heart.
"Stupid human," he heard himself say softly. "What did he ever do to deserve your love?" he pointlessly asked the resting prince. "Does he love you like I do? Does he understand you like I do?" he continued.
[[What can I do to make you mine? Falling so hard, so fast this time. What did I say? What did you do? How did I fall in love with you?]] *
He hated how smitten he was by the Prince he hated being so in love with the Prince it both blinded his better judgment and common sense, he hated how his world revolved around the fair elf, he hated how in the palm of Legolas's hand Haldir had forfeited his heart. But most of all, Haldir hated how Legolas not only had the right to love him back but also had the undeniable power to hurt him. It made him both feel weak and helpless, feelings the Guardian did not want or need but either way had.
((End Flashback))
A soft wind surrounded and cooled down the hurting elf, he lifted his head towards the skies. Why did it hurt? Why did he care? There was obviously no answer to his painful questions so he continued on what he did best. The steady thud sounds of an arrow hitting it's target rippled the otherwise calm, cool night.
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Aragorn kneeled over the currently sleeping Legolas, his eyes gazed at the beauty, such perfection... His eyes however caught on the faint sight of bruising on the slender neck. The mark tainted the ivory skinned Prince, Aragorn felt a wave of undeniable guilt wash over him, he had done that to him, he had hurt his beloved elf, gently he brushed stray strands of Legolas's golden tresses he stirred but did not wake so Aragorn continued to tenderly stroke the silky soft hair of the Mirkwood prince.
"I'm sorry," he whispered "I love you, I miss you."
And with that the future king of Gondor rose and returned to his spot by the campfire where he was suppose to be watching the rest of the fellowship as they slept on. Unbeknownst to him the elf he had just walked away from blinked, his eyes returning back to normal and an expression of bewilderment flashed across his face as he stared at the back of the man who had a moment ago told him he loved him.
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Omigosh!! Legolas heard it! What will he do? What would Aragorn do? What would Haldir do? And less importantly what about the rest of the fellowship that I have so conveniently ignored and will continue to do so? Well tune in next time in the next exciting episode of "The Price of Love" cue cheesy soap opera music!!
* "Fall In Love With You" - Backstreet Boys
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An invisible fire seemed to radiate from the mere presence of Haldir; any living creature containing a brain was wise enough to stay away. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he fired at the target, the arrow flew both fast and furiously hitting the dead center with precision, it was a perfect shot and yet Haldir was not satisfied. The previous 50 arrows had not satisfied him and he wasn't going to be satisfied with this one. It was his way of venting out pent up frustration, it had always been. But it wasn't working anymore, Haldir no longer just held frustration; he felt hurt, sadness, anger but above all jealousy. It burned him from the inside, it was a wound that could not, would not be healed. He shot another arrow and once again it hit the very middle, penetrating and dividing his previous arrow and yet Haldir was still unsatisfied. He was starting to get annoyed, the fact he was annoyed, annoyed him. He gripped his bow tightly, while his arms hanged loosely by his side, sweat poured from his brow, his inner fire burning more wildly and intently then before as his mind sidetracked to what happened a couple of nights before.
((Flashback - Fellowship was in ...(A/N: Damn! Forgot how to spell its name. But you know what I mean)))
// Haldir stared fondly at the sleeping elf in his arms. 'He is so beautiful, even when he sleeps.' He thought as he gently stroked the side of Legolas's face. Only in his sleep was the prince's defense down, only in his sleep was his mind unguarded, his heart unprotected. Haldir nervously licked his lips. He wasn't sure if he could go through with what he had planned earlier, it violated Legolas's privacy, he would be upset and angry when he found out..If he found out... 'But he won't find out.' A voice in Haldir's mind encouraged. 'How will he find out?' It was true, there was no way Legolas would find out, unless he himself told him, and he would not be so foolish to do so, or perhaps Galadriel but the Guardian knew she was on his side. Slowly Haldir raised a slender, pale hand and rested it on Legolas's forehead, he watched carefully to see if Legolas stirred, nothing, then using his other hand he tensely placed it on Legolas's chest, above his heart. He then closed his eyes focusing all he had on both Legolas's mind and heart; only his need to know whom Legolas loved drove Haldir to this infringement. His own curiosity greatly outweighed his ethics, then he saw it a glimmer of dark, gray eyes, a flick of wavy brown hair, the toned, tanned skin, the rough scarred hands, the strong unshaven jaw... Haldir opened his eyes in shock as he quickly removed his hands from the sleeping form of the unknowing prince. It was Aragorn. 'The human holds his heart?'
Then suddenly, in the cool air of the night, beside the beautiful elf Haldir felt the strong yet familiar surge of insane jealousy. Legolas was without a doubt in love with another and a human at that, Haldir personally had nothing against the race of men but he severely disapproved of human/elf relationships for he knew that a mortal's life was limited and the elf they left behind would be alone and most likely would follow their beloved to the afterlife in grief. Haldir watched the gentle rise and fall of the sleeping elf's chest; he would not let Legolas die for a human, especially one that was betrothed to another. He wasn't even sure if the human returned Legolas's feelings and even if he did he would be powerless to do anything, that Haldir knew. To pursue Legolas would mean the human had to go against the wishes of both Elrond and Galadriel the wisest and oldest of the elves and who would be stupid enough to defy the desires of them? Haldir blinked and even that short moment he saw the image of Aragorn's face, the face forever in Legolas's heart.
"Stupid human," he heard himself say softly. "What did he ever do to deserve your love?" he pointlessly asked the resting prince. "Does he love you like I do? Does he understand you like I do?" he continued.
[[What can I do to make you mine? Falling so hard, so fast this time. What did I say? What did you do? How did I fall in love with you?]] *
He hated how smitten he was by the Prince he hated being so in love with the Prince it both blinded his better judgment and common sense, he hated how his world revolved around the fair elf, he hated how in the palm of Legolas's hand Haldir had forfeited his heart. But most of all, Haldir hated how Legolas not only had the right to love him back but also had the undeniable power to hurt him. It made him both feel weak and helpless, feelings the Guardian did not want or need but either way had.
((End Flashback))
A soft wind surrounded and cooled down the hurting elf, he lifted his head towards the skies. Why did it hurt? Why did he care? There was obviously no answer to his painful questions so he continued on what he did best. The steady thud sounds of an arrow hitting it's target rippled the otherwise calm, cool night.
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Aragorn kneeled over the currently sleeping Legolas, his eyes gazed at the beauty, such perfection... His eyes however caught on the faint sight of bruising on the slender neck. The mark tainted the ivory skinned Prince, Aragorn felt a wave of undeniable guilt wash over him, he had done that to him, he had hurt his beloved elf, gently he brushed stray strands of Legolas's golden tresses he stirred but did not wake so Aragorn continued to tenderly stroke the silky soft hair of the Mirkwood prince.
"I'm sorry," he whispered "I love you, I miss you."
And with that the future king of Gondor rose and returned to his spot by the campfire where he was suppose to be watching the rest of the fellowship as they slept on. Unbeknownst to him the elf he had just walked away from blinked, his eyes returning back to normal and an expression of bewilderment flashed across his face as he stared at the back of the man who had a moment ago told him he loved him.
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Omigosh!! Legolas heard it! What will he do? What would Aragorn do? What would Haldir do? And less importantly what about the rest of the fellowship that I have so conveniently ignored and will continue to do so? Well tune in next time in the next exciting episode of "The Price of Love" cue cheesy soap opera music!!
* "Fall In Love With You" - Backstreet Boys