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Close your Eyes Chapter 24
The night was blank, a full lit evening sky filled with shining orbs of silver. Faramir stared up at them, wondering about things of past and present. His unrequited love for Legolas, a strange feeling Faramir could not let himself come to terms with, it had been strange he thought. Needed to fill a void he pondered over it only for a moment. Then Eowyn came into his mind. 'By the valor, if I could have her to hold my lonely days would fall to none.' The memory of their sour kiss spread over him and made him almost regretful for doing it.
Somehow he had pictured it differently, in his mind he had gone over everything he wanted to say and do. Now he wondered if he would ever be able to speak with her again. There was a deep gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Maybe guilt, he knew the feeling well enough that it had become a regular partner to him. Guilt, sadness, he wondered. Falling in love to cry, it seemed to be a constant thing. Everyone was crying, all of the time he had been in this hold. So many tears, his heart felt heavy, granite cracking under his skin, almost as if the next blow would see him crumble to the ground.
"The night air is inviting." Faramir turned slightly as Gandalf stood next to him. "Though I suppose the weight of regrets and misguided judgment can possibly block those kinds of things." Faramir smiled as Gandalf took a seat on the grimy wooden benches. "What things are traveling through the night my friend?" Gandalf steadied his staff between his knees and exchanged a glance with Faramir, "So what is it that has that young shield maiden in a fit? I don't suppose you had anything to do with that?' Faramir coughed, but pretended he had needed to clear his throat. "Oh did she say anything?" Gandalf cocked an eyebrow at Gondor's captain. "Should she have said something?" Faramir groaned, "I suppose she has her reasons for being angry with me." Gandalf bit at the end of his pipe as he began to light it. "Well it seems you embarrassed her quite a bit."
Faramir looked quizzically at the old man, "I suppose you just couldn't hold in your unbridled passion any longer?" Faramir nearly lost his balance at the comment, "It wasn't like that old man!" he protested, Gandalf gave a cocky smile. "Then how was it?" Faramir felt a hot blush against his cheeks. And he looked at the ground trying to shy his face away. "Oh I suppose that could be rather embarrassing." Faramir felt suddenly strange his eyes began to well up, and sting. "I don't know why I did it really." He said quietly. Gandalf puffed perfect rings from his pipe, watching them circle above the stone walls.
"Love is a strange thing Faramir." True in his words, Faramir held back his heavy tears. "I've never felt love like that; I don't know what came over me." Gandalf suddenly laughed, and Faramir looked up at him. "What do you find so amusing?" Gandalf smiled warmly at Faramir. "You are a strange man; men are strange I suppose all of them are really." Faramir didn't understand these words. "Men are not in touch with others feelings as much as they want to be. I guess it is the way each person feels inside themselves." Faramir laughed lightly, "That doesn't really explain anything but nothing is easy these days."
Gandalf drummed his fingers against his milk white staff, "That is true my lord Faramir, but just because things are hard does not mean they are impossible." Faramir nodded then, feeling his tears pull inside. "I understand." Gandalf smiled at him then as he turned back to stare at the open sky. "It is a strange fate this world has given out don't you think?" Faramir once again was confused. "What do you mean? I don't believe anyone but we as our own master's deal out our own destinies." Gandalf closed his eyes and breathed in the heavy air. "That is a wise statement lord Faramir; truly you are wise beyond your years." Faramir scratched his head. "No I don't really believe that either Gandalf, I actually just came up with that now." Gandalf groaned, "Well I still believe men are some of the strangest creatures." Faramir nodded sarcastically. "I suppose we will never get past our pride." Gandalf grinned and they both started to laugh.
(Else where)
The night was fading; the sky was a deep sea color. Aragorn had sat awake for quite awhile. He was angered in some ways that Legolas refused to talk to him, he felt like he was being directed somehow and he didn't like it. A few times during the night Legolas had stirred, faintly whispering words that could not be real. Elvish perhaps. Things Aragorn couldn't understand, words that didn't fit together. Sometimes he had heard "Please" or "Stop" and he wondered what evil things may be invading his tortured elf's mind.
Aragorn thought a long time, thought about the things he wanted to say. He was confused though, for he wanted with all his heart to speak out his mind to Legolas, but nothing came. There wasn't anything he could think of that wouldn't result in the broken lover's loss of words again. 'Why won't he talk to me?' he knew he had been wrong to hurt Haldir, that he knew was strange. Something deep and jealous spilled inside of him, giving heat to the flames that rose within. "There is a hole within your soul, and you must find something to fill it." The words rippled in his mind, his thoughts were an endless ocean of memories and wonders.
The sky kept growing brighter, almost as if the sun was coming out for its first rise. Like the birth of something new. Brilliant and naked against eyes of everyone below. Aragorn hadn't seemed to notice it though. He tried to calm himself; he knew Legolas would have much to say. That was the way things went when the pale beauty was angry. Even in all his spite and rage though, Legolas was still beautiful, his hair was sun spun gold, eyes like precious jewels, and his velvet smooth skin was hard when his eyes fixed on something. He day dreamed, Aragorn had noticed, his features would get hard and he would become mesmerizing like a statue of faith and nobility.
Though he knew Legolas had grown quiet independent since he had left Helm's deep. He still had to wonder why things had turned out sour for him, everything had gone fine, and then Legolas had left that morning. That he hadn't understood. Why he left perhaps puzzled him the most. It hadn't crossed his mind at all that maybe Legolas was unhappy. And if he was Aragorn hadn't the first clue why, perhaps it was meant to be that way though.
Aragorn sighed; the morning sky was becoming a brilliant grey hued sand. A silt covered sky. He could feel the sharp coldness of dew against his skin and it made his hair rise as he shivered of the thought. He wondered what this new day would bring. If he and Legolas would ever meet in the roadway somewhere between now and forever. Trusts had be broken and needed rebuilding, becoming intimate would not be the same after everything. Aragorn would tolerate the trip he knew he would have to take but more than anything he wished he could push the work of rebuilding a side and take Legolas in his arms like all the times before, consoling him, and tracing away drying tear trails.
He hated the way he was feeling inside, like a hunger for something more. 'A void in your soul.' He pondered this and bit his lip as he thought of things he'd say. "You take me to your lips and make me feel lonely, make me break around you make me want to hold you." He said silently. Words that were thoughtless and flowing, he wanted to say everything and nothing all at once. And end it all in the middle with the raw passion he knew would swell inside him, under the heated battle of words.
'I have to cleanse myself of all these lies before I'm good enough for him...' Aragorn sighed; his eyes were heavy under the white lighting morning sky. He could see the color of leaves begin to peek above the top of tree branches. He felt the numbness in his feet, perhaps he should have slept. Maybe there was truth to the callus words the spouted from Legolas. Today he might talk to him, he only wondered if it would happen for sure. Then again the ranger knew he perhaps thought a little too much.
