GoldenRose – here's the next chapter, hope you like it.
MoroTheWolfGod – o.k. o.k. here is some more for you.
The second day came forth, the sun holding the hope that the day would create some kind of happiness within the walls of Helms Deep.
A small figure was standing, glancing up now and then to look upon the figure that still sat upon the wall of the fort, like a beautiful Marble statue, the sun outline but seemed to leave the figure untouched.
The sun revealed the small figure was Gimli, he face was filled with concern for the other being, his thoughts written clearly in his eyes.
*Is Aragorn really dead? Will he come back? Will the elf survive if he does not?, all these questions need answering but on thing is for certain, I will not let that crazy elf kill himself. I will have to get him down from there but how?*
The rest of his thoughts were cut off by the appearance of the Angel of his life,
"Bethro" cried the dwarf, he clear voice sailing over the crowd of people.
"Master Dwarf" shouted Bethro in happiness, she walked towards him.
*This strange man, called me beautiful and is not bothered by my height, will he want to know me?, for I am only a servant*
Bethro walked toward the dwarf, thinking about the strange feeling that arisen within her, she needed to be close to the person before her.
Gimli was anxious, this angel was walking towards him, and he had no idea what to say to her.
"erm…erm how have you been?"
"I have been fine, Gimli," Bethro replied "if I can call you that?" she added shyly
"of course, If I can call you Bethro" blushed Gimli.
Bethro's smile grew, and her eyes danced with happiness, those eyes Gimli remember clearly from before he wanted to drown in them.
"Gimli, will you escort me to the courtyard, for I have the day off from preparing and was wondering if you would spend it with me" asked Bethro shyly. A blush staining her cheeks.
"I would be delighted, but I must first check on the elf."
" The one sat on the walls of the fort, what is wrong with him?" concern rang though her words
"yesterday we lost a good friend, Aragorn, He and Legolas were lovers. The elf will not or can not accept his loss, he maintains that the man is alive, but I am not so sure" explained Gimli sadly.
"oh my!, Well we will both go and see if he is alright, for I would like to meet him as well as help him." Smiled Bethro.
Hesitantly Gimli offered his arm to Bethro and was surprised when she took it, they walked arm in arm towards the statue on the wall of the fort.
Legolas continued to stare at the place where sky meet the earth, he closed his eyes as he thought
*He can not be dead, he was immortal, please be alright Aragorn, I need you. It has taken me a while to get used to the fact that I need someone, for my life I have depended on myself, I swore I would never act like my brothers, but I have and my childhood has gone. Please Aragorn if you can hear me, come back to me, I feel free to act like I want with you, I can act 1900 years old, I don't have to squash the feeling that I have, I can act my age. Please Aragorn come back to me please, for I don't think I can survive another loss of a loved one, please Aragorn come back to me *
A single tear made its escape from the closed Azure pools, pain clearly etched on the beautiful face,
*Aragorn, come back please, I need you"
Brego continued ever onwards carrying the precious burden of the future king.
Aragorn was in the state between conscious and the dream land. The slow plodding of the faithful beast soothed him, but also kept him awake, he was forced to full conscious by the heartfelt plea, that seemed to echo around the plains.
*Aragorn, come back to me, I need you*
"Legolas, I coming, don't give up on me please, I vowed that I would never cause you pain but I have." Whispered Aragorn to the desolate plains.
With renewed strength Aragorn spurred Brego on, hurrying ever onward to the other half of his heart.
The heat of the day was starting to get to Aragorn or that is what he thought, on one of the hills in the distance he could see a large back body moving down the slop, the vibrations of heavy footfalls could be felt, shaking the earth.
A horn blow, this was all that Aragorn need to realise that the black shape was in fact an army of tens of thousand of Urk-Hi and Orcs, all marching towards the fort.
"Brego we must hurry, no time must be wasted. For I have a feeling the war is upon us" Aragorn said as he kicked his heals in to the chestnut horse's side, signalling for him to go faster.
Bethro and Gimli made the slow journey up to the top of the stone walls of their sanctuary. Bethro was in wonder at the sight of the elf before her.
Legolas sat cross-legged staring out, his eyes blank, his face pale, showing weariness and sadness. Even with the sad aura that surrounded him, Bethro could not deny the being was beautiful
*He looks so young though, no wonder people thought he was a child, but he can not be 3000 years old. He does not look anywhere near 30. I hope that he will be alright*
Gimli watch Bethro's reaction to the elf, he looked in her eyes to find out the feelings she was experiences.
He saw the bright orbs soften, and a parental look to residence there.
*It would seem I am not the only one who thinks the Elf looks far to young to be here, within these wall. In this battle. The innocence that he holds should not be tainted, but there is no way that I will get the stubborn Elf to leave. I will just have to get him motivated.*
He turned his attention from the small Angel to the young Elf that had not acknowledge their present.
"Legolas, Legolas, look at me Elf" shouted Gimli. "I know this is hurting, but Aragorn would not want you to carry on like this, come on man you are 3000 years old, you need to start acting like it"
Legolas blank gaze moved to settle on Gimli, and his mouth moved but no sound came out.
"Master Elf, my name is Bethro, please come inside you will catch your death" said Bethro concern laced with her words.
Legolas moved his gaze again to take in the new comer.
"Bethro, it is a nice name" whispered Legolas, looking the woman in the eyes, reading her soul. " you are pure inside and out, make Gimli happy" he continued simple before turning once more to the horizon, looking but not seeing.
"God damn it Elf, get yourself down from that wall." Shouted Gimli, getting angry at the Elf and the way that he was talking. "what would make me happy at the moment is for you to get down, then eat and sleep, for I know you have not eaten anything since we left Edoras"
Legolas was startled by the anger in the dwarf voice, he once more looked at his friend, once more saying nothing.
"he is right Master Elf, now get down. This Aragorn will not want you to be ill if he comes back now will he"
An empty chuckle escapes Legolas's mouth,
"I don't get ill, my lady, and please call me Legolas for I am nothing important"
"how can you say that Legolas?" said a welcome voice.
"Aragorn!, of all the luckiest sods in the world" shouted Gimli, embracing Aragorn strongly in his arms, missing the grimace of pain. Behind the dwarf, Legolas jumped down off the wall and started toward the couple.
"Aragorn" whispered the elf, as he reached forward to touch the humans face, making sure that the human was really there.
Aragorn could read the pain in his lovers eyes, he took the slender hand in his and pulled the unresisting Elf into his arms.
"Legolas" said Aragorn, holding Legolas securely in his arms, the feeling of protection provided by the human was all the Legolas need to finally release the tears that he held.
Legolas's sops subsided shortly afterwards, when he realised that there was something of importance that weighting on his lovers mind, so he decided to lighten the situation.
"your late" he began
Aragorn was surprised by the sudden change in Legolas's mood.
"you look terrible" Legolas said trying again
Aragorn eye's told Legolas what he needed to know
*What do you expect, I've just fallen off a cliff*
"I need to speak to the king" said Aragorn, breaking off the internal conversation with the Elf to address the group.
Bethro stood at one side, watching the emotional reunion, she could not say anything, for this was a scene that she could not be part of.
*this is the man that caused the Elf to act this way, there is a connection between them, Legolas never once gave up on the man, there has to be a stronger connection, a deep lying love that cannot be broken, by anything or anyone.*
Gimli noticed that Bethro was not joining in with the gathering, then realized that she had never meet Aragorn before.
"Bethro this is Aragorn, future king of Gondor, Aragorn this is Bethro, the one I told you about" Gimli introduced the people to each other.
"How do you do, sire?" greeted Bethro bowing in front of Aragorn.
"there is no need to do that Bethro, and call me Aragorn, for you are a friend of Gimli and there for a friend to me. But I was wondering if you knew your way around here, for I need to speak to the king"
"very well Aragorn, please follow me, the kings chambers are this way"
Bethro lead Aragorn to the kings chambers, while Gimli and Legolas were left on the path of the wall. Silence surrounded them, but men started to once more climb the steps to prepare for the war that they thought was going to happen.
"I am sorry for worrying you, Gimli. For I have not felt the loss of a loved on in a long time" whispered Legolas, looking at the dwarf for forgiveness.
"I will ask what that means at a later date, but first we will deal with the fact of the war that is going to happen, for Aragorn must have important news for the king." Said Gimli, worried that war was upon them. Two days had past another three more until the arrival of the wizard. Hopeful the white wizard would arrive before the twisted souls of Saruman's army.
More soon I promise.
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