I walked north for what seemed like a long, thinking of the night. I was
slowly realizing that what I had done with Aragorn might be shameful and
forbidden by my fellow elves. I suddenly was unsure if I should even tell
Haldir, what if he was disgusted and in turn told my father. My father, oh
what would he think of what I had done.
There was the sound of a twig snapping; I turned, pulling my long knife. An elf stood before my eyes holding a dead twig. A smile spread across his beautiful face and the dawn's first rays made his golden hair shimmer.
"How long have you been following me?" I demanded.
"My dear Prince Legolas, something troubles you. I have being following you since you entered into the Northern Division of Lothlorien, it is the area I watch, you know," he said with a smile, dropping the broken twig. "And it surprises me that you never heard me."
I looked down slightly ashamed that I had been caught off my guard. Yet, I was more ashamed that he could read something was bothering me. Looking up I saw that the golden elf now leaned up against a tree watching me.
"Haldir," I spoke quietly, he raised his eyebrows encouraging me to continue. I didn't know how to ask the questions that I needed answered. Finally, I decided to just ask him strait out. "Haldir, do males ever have relationships together?"
There I had asked it, I looked down ashamed of my question. Then, I heard him chuckle. I wanted to run, to get away from the shame that was coming.
"Come here, Legolas," He said with outstretched arms. I walked over to him and rested my head on his shoulder. His soft hand brushed a few of my golden strands that had fallen out of place into their proper order. "Legolas, who have you been with? I know that this must be new to you or you wouldn't ask."
"Haldir, you haven't answered my question," I pleaded pulling away from him. He smiled and then spoke.
"Yes, males have relationships with each other. With men they are very conservative. But with elves, as you know, it's practically the same as love with women. Oh, come close your jaw, and for Valar's sake don't look so alarmed."
"You mean to say that it's accepted?" Now, it was Haldir who looked slightly shocked.
"Oh course it's accepted, your father hasn't told you of this?" I shook my head no. "And how many years old are you?"
I looked down and counted on my fingers. "Nearing three thousand."
He laughed and laughed till the tears were rolling down his cheeks. I had not thought of this as funny but Haldir couldn't stop laughing. Finally, he looked up and walked over to me and sat down, beckoning me to do the same. His rich voice spoke, "Forgive me for laughing at you, I meant nothing by it. But please, now, will you answer my question, who were you with?"
I didn't answer. I could still taste Aragorn's sweet skin. Yet, I didn't want to tell it was he, for fear that because he was a man it wouldn't be accepted. Haldir's hand grasped my chin and kissed me fully. His tongue wrapped its self around mine. And then as if nothing had happened he pulled back and went back to sitting next to me. For a minute he savored the taste and then with a smile he turn to me.
"Unless I am mistaken, which I doubt I am, you were with . . . a mortal man. He is tall and proud. And the fate of men rest within his dark and stormy eyes. You spent the hours past with Aragorn."
"How do you know?" I demanded, unable to look him in the eyes. I wondered how he could be so sure of who I was with. If maybe he I was just saying it trying to upset me.
"I know Aragorn's taste, I've been with him also." I felt so confused. Was the night I had spent worth nothing to the man? Haldir's laughing tone, claiming that Aragorn had been his long before he had been mine hurt me. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I turned to flee the golden elf.
"Legolas, where are you going?"
I continued to walk.
"Legolas!" He had sprinted up to me. Haldir gripped my arm yanking my body to him. His strong hands dug into my soft flesh making the tears blurring my vision grow. "Listen to me and look me in the eye. Legolas! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, at least not that way. I forgot that he was your first."
"What does it matter if it's just free sex? There should be no emotion should there?" A tear escaped my eye and fell slowly down my cheek.
"Aragorn is the only one who truly knows his heart. Neither of us can tell what he is thinking, but search your heart. What does it tell you?"
At that moment I didn't know what my heart thought. Everything had happened so fast, it seemed all for the pleasure of sex, not for love. Yet, there had been the stares in the darkness as he watched me during the long hours of our watches. There had been the way he fought beside me in Moria, trying to keep things from me. Or just from Frodo, who was the real reason that each of us was so careful and fought so hard.
"I don't know, Haldir. My heart doesn't provide the council I wish it to."
"Then go and speak with Aragorn. He will be honest, if you're honest with him. But go and speak with him he will be able to help you, and keep the fellowship in mind." He smiled at me and with his long, slender fingers smoothed my hair back into place. I nodded and them turned to go back to the Fellowship's camp.
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A/N: I have no idea how old Legolas is (and couldn't find it in the appendix) if anyone can tell me how old he is (and give me proof ex. The appendix or another Tolkien book.) I know that there was very little slash in this chapter and probably won't be much in the next chapter. (Sorry) Please R&R! And thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews!
There was the sound of a twig snapping; I turned, pulling my long knife. An elf stood before my eyes holding a dead twig. A smile spread across his beautiful face and the dawn's first rays made his golden hair shimmer.
"How long have you been following me?" I demanded.
"My dear Prince Legolas, something troubles you. I have being following you since you entered into the Northern Division of Lothlorien, it is the area I watch, you know," he said with a smile, dropping the broken twig. "And it surprises me that you never heard me."
I looked down slightly ashamed that I had been caught off my guard. Yet, I was more ashamed that he could read something was bothering me. Looking up I saw that the golden elf now leaned up against a tree watching me.
"Haldir," I spoke quietly, he raised his eyebrows encouraging me to continue. I didn't know how to ask the questions that I needed answered. Finally, I decided to just ask him strait out. "Haldir, do males ever have relationships together?"
There I had asked it, I looked down ashamed of my question. Then, I heard him chuckle. I wanted to run, to get away from the shame that was coming.
"Come here, Legolas," He said with outstretched arms. I walked over to him and rested my head on his shoulder. His soft hand brushed a few of my golden strands that had fallen out of place into their proper order. "Legolas, who have you been with? I know that this must be new to you or you wouldn't ask."
"Haldir, you haven't answered my question," I pleaded pulling away from him. He smiled and then spoke.
"Yes, males have relationships with each other. With men they are very conservative. But with elves, as you know, it's practically the same as love with women. Oh, come close your jaw, and for Valar's sake don't look so alarmed."
"You mean to say that it's accepted?" Now, it was Haldir who looked slightly shocked.
"Oh course it's accepted, your father hasn't told you of this?" I shook my head no. "And how many years old are you?"
I looked down and counted on my fingers. "Nearing three thousand."
He laughed and laughed till the tears were rolling down his cheeks. I had not thought of this as funny but Haldir couldn't stop laughing. Finally, he looked up and walked over to me and sat down, beckoning me to do the same. His rich voice spoke, "Forgive me for laughing at you, I meant nothing by it. But please, now, will you answer my question, who were you with?"
I didn't answer. I could still taste Aragorn's sweet skin. Yet, I didn't want to tell it was he, for fear that because he was a man it wouldn't be accepted. Haldir's hand grasped my chin and kissed me fully. His tongue wrapped its self around mine. And then as if nothing had happened he pulled back and went back to sitting next to me. For a minute he savored the taste and then with a smile he turn to me.
"Unless I am mistaken, which I doubt I am, you were with . . . a mortal man. He is tall and proud. And the fate of men rest within his dark and stormy eyes. You spent the hours past with Aragorn."
"How do you know?" I demanded, unable to look him in the eyes. I wondered how he could be so sure of who I was with. If maybe he I was just saying it trying to upset me.
"I know Aragorn's taste, I've been with him also." I felt so confused. Was the night I had spent worth nothing to the man? Haldir's laughing tone, claiming that Aragorn had been his long before he had been mine hurt me. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I turned to flee the golden elf.
"Legolas, where are you going?"
I continued to walk.
"Legolas!" He had sprinted up to me. Haldir gripped my arm yanking my body to him. His strong hands dug into my soft flesh making the tears blurring my vision grow. "Listen to me and look me in the eye. Legolas! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, at least not that way. I forgot that he was your first."
"What does it matter if it's just free sex? There should be no emotion should there?" A tear escaped my eye and fell slowly down my cheek.
"Aragorn is the only one who truly knows his heart. Neither of us can tell what he is thinking, but search your heart. What does it tell you?"
At that moment I didn't know what my heart thought. Everything had happened so fast, it seemed all for the pleasure of sex, not for love. Yet, there had been the stares in the darkness as he watched me during the long hours of our watches. There had been the way he fought beside me in Moria, trying to keep things from me. Or just from Frodo, who was the real reason that each of us was so careful and fought so hard.
"I don't know, Haldir. My heart doesn't provide the council I wish it to."
"Then go and speak with Aragorn. He will be honest, if you're honest with him. But go and speak with him he will be able to help you, and keep the fellowship in mind." He smiled at me and with his long, slender fingers smoothed my hair back into place. I nodded and them turned to go back to the Fellowship's camp.
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A/N: I have no idea how old Legolas is (and couldn't find it in the appendix) if anyone can tell me how old he is (and give me proof ex. The appendix or another Tolkien book.) I know that there was very little slash in this chapter and probably won't be much in the next chapter. (Sorry) Please R&R! And thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews!
