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Author's note: Thanks to Rubymoon (hee, were you being sarcastic?! Lol) , Ami Winner (yep, Faramir's definitely the evil one), Goddess of Death, Krillball6 (*hands out tissue* I'm so sorry I keep making you cry sweetie!), MaluElvellon and Tenshiamanda (hee! The only guy I adore with long hair is Leggy! ) for the sweet reviews.
Dedicated to Maia! My fellow Leggy drooler! ^_^
"Legolas," Faramir greeted him affectionately, relishing the way the beautiful name rolled off his tongue.
"What are you doing here all by yourself?" He asked innocently, as if unaware that he was the one who had suggested to King Theoden that Aragorn and Eowyn should have even more intensive meetings to discuss the intricate details of moving the entire population to a secure, safe location.
"Thinking," Legolas replied cryptically, a solemn look in his eyes. A grin slipping over his face, he admitted with a short laugh, "Actually, nothing."
Faramir inhaled deeply, startled at the power of that smile. It was so dazzlingly perfect that he ached to know that it could disappear any minute, so infectiously happy that he couldn't help breaking into a grin as well, so completely mesmerizing that he couldn't remove one's eyes from it without some compelling force.
Faramir felt strangely gratified, as though he had surmounted some task of great significance. Hence, it was with great reluctance that he proceeded to continue with his plan of planting doubts into Legolas's mind about his lover, aching to know that that smile would be wiped off the elf's face.
"Is Aragorn occupied with discussing plans with Lady Eowyn?" Faramir asked casually, looking closely at Legolas's expression.
"That's where he is most of the time," the elf replied guilelessly, without a trace of suspicion in his tone.
Grimacing inwardly, Faramir coughed slightly. "I don't know if I ought to tell you this."
Innocent violet eyes gazed at him questioningly in response.
******
Aragorn smiled briefly at Eowyn as she passed him a cup filled with a bitter but refreshing drink.
"Thank you," he said politely as their fingers brushed, sending a spark of electricity coursing through Eowyn.
She berated herself for being so affected by such an innocent, simple action but she couldn't help it.
Eowyn was simply enchanted by Aragorn. From the moment he parried her sword moves expertly on their first meeting, she had been irresistibly drawn to this rugged, disarmingly nice man.
Nice.
It seemed so simple and yet it encompassed everything about Aragorn.
Even though Aragorn was the future king of Gondor, he never displayed any airs, always treating everybody with the utmost respect and concern.
He radiated an unmistakable air of nobility but he never flaunted his title or his many skills, preferring to let his actions speak for him.
Eowyn was unbearably drawn to this man and she couldn't see a way out of the dark fog of confusion and self-hatred that surrounded her thoughts every single minute.
******
Faramir tried to poison Legolas's mind against Aragorn, constantly offering insidious suggestions of how he seemed to be getting on very well with Lady Eowyn, of how he seemed to be reluctant to part with her even in the deep of night.
However, to Faramir's bitter disappointment, Legolas didn't show any anger or hurt at Faramir's deliberately callous words.
Instead, his violet eyes betrayed an untouchable sadness, a quiet pain that had resided there ever since he had witnessed Haldir's death.
As Faramir's malicious words continued to swirl around in Legolas's ears, Legolas surreptitiously turned to gaze upon the forests in the distance.
Immediately, his heart grew lighter, as if sensing the songs the trees were singing to him.
A deep yearning crept over his mind, a longing to be lost among the magic of nature once more.
Even as a child, he had always retired to the secretive, comforting solitude the trees offered him whenever he was feeling upset or hurt.
Cutting off Faramir's incessant flow of words, Legolas blurted out, "I'm going to ride into the woods."
Recovering rapidly, Faramir's eyes gleamed as he sensed the opportunity that had just landed in his lap.
"I'll join you," Faramir invited himself smoothly, ignoring the surprised look in Legolas's eyes.
A/N: hee, I promise more action in the next chapter cos I'm getting slightly bored with all these pent up feelings. they're gonna explode soon!
Author's note: Thanks to Rubymoon (hee, were you being sarcastic?! Lol) , Ami Winner (yep, Faramir's definitely the evil one), Goddess of Death, Krillball6 (*hands out tissue* I'm so sorry I keep making you cry sweetie!), MaluElvellon and Tenshiamanda (hee! The only guy I adore with long hair is Leggy! ) for the sweet reviews.
Dedicated to Maia! My fellow Leggy drooler! ^_^
"Legolas," Faramir greeted him affectionately, relishing the way the beautiful name rolled off his tongue.
"What are you doing here all by yourself?" He asked innocently, as if unaware that he was the one who had suggested to King Theoden that Aragorn and Eowyn should have even more intensive meetings to discuss the intricate details of moving the entire population to a secure, safe location.
"Thinking," Legolas replied cryptically, a solemn look in his eyes. A grin slipping over his face, he admitted with a short laugh, "Actually, nothing."
Faramir inhaled deeply, startled at the power of that smile. It was so dazzlingly perfect that he ached to know that it could disappear any minute, so infectiously happy that he couldn't help breaking into a grin as well, so completely mesmerizing that he couldn't remove one's eyes from it without some compelling force.
Faramir felt strangely gratified, as though he had surmounted some task of great significance. Hence, it was with great reluctance that he proceeded to continue with his plan of planting doubts into Legolas's mind about his lover, aching to know that that smile would be wiped off the elf's face.
"Is Aragorn occupied with discussing plans with Lady Eowyn?" Faramir asked casually, looking closely at Legolas's expression.
"That's where he is most of the time," the elf replied guilelessly, without a trace of suspicion in his tone.
Grimacing inwardly, Faramir coughed slightly. "I don't know if I ought to tell you this."
Innocent violet eyes gazed at him questioningly in response.
******
Aragorn smiled briefly at Eowyn as she passed him a cup filled with a bitter but refreshing drink.
"Thank you," he said politely as their fingers brushed, sending a spark of electricity coursing through Eowyn.
She berated herself for being so affected by such an innocent, simple action but she couldn't help it.
Eowyn was simply enchanted by Aragorn. From the moment he parried her sword moves expertly on their first meeting, she had been irresistibly drawn to this rugged, disarmingly nice man.
Nice.
It seemed so simple and yet it encompassed everything about Aragorn.
Even though Aragorn was the future king of Gondor, he never displayed any airs, always treating everybody with the utmost respect and concern.
He radiated an unmistakable air of nobility but he never flaunted his title or his many skills, preferring to let his actions speak for him.
Eowyn was unbearably drawn to this man and she couldn't see a way out of the dark fog of confusion and self-hatred that surrounded her thoughts every single minute.
******
Faramir tried to poison Legolas's mind against Aragorn, constantly offering insidious suggestions of how he seemed to be getting on very well with Lady Eowyn, of how he seemed to be reluctant to part with her even in the deep of night.
However, to Faramir's bitter disappointment, Legolas didn't show any anger or hurt at Faramir's deliberately callous words.
Instead, his violet eyes betrayed an untouchable sadness, a quiet pain that had resided there ever since he had witnessed Haldir's death.
As Faramir's malicious words continued to swirl around in Legolas's ears, Legolas surreptitiously turned to gaze upon the forests in the distance.
Immediately, his heart grew lighter, as if sensing the songs the trees were singing to him.
A deep yearning crept over his mind, a longing to be lost among the magic of nature once more.
Even as a child, he had always retired to the secretive, comforting solitude the trees offered him whenever he was feeling upset or hurt.
Cutting off Faramir's incessant flow of words, Legolas blurted out, "I'm going to ride into the woods."
Recovering rapidly, Faramir's eyes gleamed as he sensed the opportunity that had just landed in his lap.
"I'll join you," Faramir invited himself smoothly, ignoring the surprised look in Legolas's eyes.
A/N: hee, I promise more action in the next chapter cos I'm getting slightly bored with all these pent up feelings. they're gonna explode soon!