Gwill
//Peace//
By: Alinna and Haleth
Summary: A regular argument takes a painful twist.
Rating: PG for character death (not too violent!)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'll return all characters more or less unharmed.J
Note- Earfea means 'star-spirit', I think!
Note- Please ignore my errors!
Note- Translations in //word//. Like this: Gwill //Peace//
Response- LOVED! We'll use Haleth's address, and no flames. They will be used to toast my marshmallows!
AUTHOR'S VERY IMPORTANT NOTE!: This is mostly Alinna, and a little Haleth writing this one. 'Kay? All credit goes to moi! LOL!
Gwill
"Legolas! I omentie!" //the meeting// Aragorn cried. Thranduil wanted his son for the meeting with Lord Earfea. The Elf ruled a small colony of Elves by the sea. He was distant and quiet, yet Thranduil seemed to like him. Aragorn himself had found the Elf to be quite intelligent and soft-spoken. But Legolas avoided him, complaining of various ailments. Earfea never seemed to acknowledge the all too obvious shunning. Aragorn sighed.
He then caught an unnatural glint of gold. Legolas.
"Gwill, nin mellon. //Peace, my friend// It's just me," Aragorn called.
Legolas slid down the tree trunk, muttering in Elvish.
"I will not come," he said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
"Legolas, you act like a child! Please come," the Ranger pleaded.
"You mean the child you are, human?"
It was a regular jest between the two. But there was no mirth in the pair of silver eyes Aragorn looked into.
Aragorn backed away. "Legolas…" Legolas couldn't have meant what he had said. A jest. It had to be.
"A mortal, doomed to die," Legolas taunted. What is wrong with me? Aragorn… This was cruel.
"What's wrong, weakling? Isildur's heir? Does it really matter though, as they are interchangeable, right?" Legolas was shocked. Why was he acting like this?
Aragorn was backing away, shaking as the leaves above shook. But the leaves had reason to shake. Why did his friend shake? Why have I caused him such pain?
Legolas stepped forward, mortified. Aragorn shrunk farther away from him, as if the Elf a thief. What have I done?
"Aragorn, I am so sorry! Aragorn, I…I don't know what came over me! Please, nin mellon, forgive me!" Tears streamed down the Elf's face. "Please, Estel!"
Aragorn's voice wavered, and he sighed. "It is true. I am no Elf." And the trembling body strengthened suddenly, and Aragorn seemed to tower with the trees.
Eyes blazing, he spoke. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I am Isildur's heir, and heir to the throne of Gondor and Arnor! I am the descendant of Elendil of old! I am no weakling! You look upon the descendent of Kings! Behold!"
And the human held up his left hand. On it a ring blazed as if lighted from a fire within. The Ring of Barahir shone as if a star. He spoke again.
"And this is the only ring I shall wear. I forego Isildur's claim to the One Ring!"
Having spoken, Aragorn fell to the ground. Legolas rushed to catch him, having shaken off the darkness that had held him.
"Estel, please forgive me! I am truly sorry! Please, tell me you can forgive me!" Legolas cried, trembling with fear.
Aragorn shuddered.
"I do not forgive those…" He stopped to catch his breath. Legolas shook.
"…who have done no wrong." and Legolas wept for joy. Aragorn smiled and gave a great sigh. Then he went cold.
"Aragorn…" Legolas' whisper was silent, yet heard by all. Aragorn slumped in the Elf's grasp.
Elendil's heir was dead.