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Author's note: Thanks to.Jadey (hee! You get to see what Faramir's gonna do now!), MaluElvellon (I hope the suspense hasn't been too much! Lol) , mystical elf ( I hope this is fast enough! *grin*), Ithildin (am writing NOW! Hee! ), Ami Winner (*sigh* Leggy would run, except he can't cos. *cough* you'll have to read and see why. *beams*), tenshiamanda (hee! That would work except for the small fact that Faramir is stealing Aragorn's horse since his horse has been set free by you! Lol), OrlibloomedMe (*squeals* I adore your nick! Full of pervy goodness. hee! Orligasim. that is such a good word! *drools* ), ElsalhirErestar (*giggles* I'm glad my update has spared me from the fate of being hunted down and not being allowed to see the light of another day!), Padme sky (*hands tissue* awww, don't cry. hee! I'm so happy you actually read it twice and didn't fall asleep!), Cerasi (eek! But if you kill Faramir now, where would the fic go?! Hee, I'm glad you feel so uh, passionate. I'll try to kill Faramir later okay? *sees Faramir run away in terror* come back! I still need you for this fic), Kellykuk (*gasps* why did you call him Legless?! *sobs* that's so insulting to poor Leggy. hee! Now he sounds like he has too many legs.*drools* the only long-haired guy I am wildly in love with is Legolas!) and Goddess of death (yay! Glad you approve! *grin*). for the sweet reviews!
Dedication: Maia, Maia, Maia! ^_^
Pushing open the heavy, imposing doors, Legolas stepped inside the room where his lover had so frequently disappeared to.
Silently stepping into the towering cavern, he didn't make his presence known as he saw Aragorn's bent head next to Eowyn's.
As Eowyn murmured something into Aragorn's ear, the future king of Gondor grinned at her and casually, playfully flicked her on her shoulder, causing her to gasp in indignation.
"Aragorn," Legolas said softly.
Immediately, Aragorn raised his head to smile warmly at Legolas. Pushing back his chair, he walked swiftly towards his lover.
Legolas nodded his head to Eowyn as the shieldmaiden of Rohan flushed guiltily and nodded back at him.
The moment Aragorn reached his side, Legolas started to explain himself, his need to leave Helm's deep in search of whom he used to be, before this dark war had robbed him of all he had held dear.
However, Legolas had only started to request that Aragorn accompany him in riding to the forest when Aragorn's eyes narrowed in disappointment.
Faltering, the elf's voice trailed off as he gazed mutely at Aragorn. His violet eyes were pleading with Aragorn to understand that he needed to reconcile himself with nature once more, that he needed to cleanse himself in the purity of the trees.
"You want me to go on such a frivolous trip at such an important moment?" Aragorn asked in disbelief, unable to see the reasons shining from Legolas's eyes.
At Aragorn's harsh words, Legolas recoiled as if he had been struck.
Stiffening, he said distantly, "Fine, I'll go with Faramir then."
Refusing to meet Aragorn's startled eyes, Legolas turned to walk away.
"Legolas!" Aragorn grasped his lover's arm fiercely, twisting it to make Legolas face him.
"You're hurting me," Legolas said icily, his eyes blank and frosty.
Aragorn immediately released Legolas's arm and said softly, urgently, "What I am doing is important."
"And I'm not," Legolas stated simply, his chilly tone making Aragorn wince perceptibly.
Seeing Aragorn's distressed eyes, Legolas regretted his hastily spoken words.
"Aragorn-" Legolas said quietly.
However, he abruptly halted his words when he glimpsed Eowyn walking hesitantly towards them.
"Aragorn?" Eowyn asked questioningly, her eyes curious.
"I'll be there in a moment," Aragorn assured her, turning to flash her a tired smile.
When he turned back, Legolas was gone.
*******
Faramir and Legolas rode in silence, the wind rustling their clothes and tousling their hair.
Absorbed by his own thoughts, Legolas was oblivious to the many darting glances directed his way by Faramir.
Mechanically urging his horse to go faster in order to keep pace with the elf, Faramir could barely concentrate on riding his horse.
He was too mesmerized by the elegant stance of the elf on the horse, the way his golden hair cascaded behind his back, glittering almost blindingly in the sunlight.
Captivated by the graceful figure of the elf and the sheer loveliness he radiated, Faramir was content to just exist in the luminousity of this heavenly being.
As they entered the dense forest, a calmness and sereneness seem to pervade their very senses.
The dim sunlight that diffused through the cracks of the canopy was soft and welcoming, suffusing them in a glimmering glow.
Riding deep into the very womb of the forest, Legolas could feel his heart grow lighter and the chaos inside his mind seem to become less entangled.
After riding for a unknown length of time, the two of them finally slowed down their horses.
Lightly sliding off the horse, Legolas gestured to Faramir that he was going to lead the two horses to a nearby, sparkling stream to quench their thrist.
Nodding, Faramir sat down on the dewy grass, smoothly removing the worn leather bag that was slung across his shoulders.
Reaching his hand into the bag, he removed a burnished tin flask and two cups that had seen better days.
Wetting his dry lips with his tongue, Faramir swiftly poured a dark brown liquid into both cups.
With a calm that eluded his inner turmoil, he hastily emptied a leather pouch's contents into one of the tin cups.
As Legolas returned and gently tied up the horses to prevent them from performing a disappearing act, he smiled beguilingly at Faramir, reflecting the tranquility that was gradually calming his senses.
Legolas unsuspectingly took the dented tin cup from Faramir, oblivious to Faramir's quick, nervous intake of breath.
Pressing the cup to his crimson lips, he drank deeply, appreciating the cool liquid sliding down his parched throat.
******
Aragorn poured the fiery draught down his throat, welcoming the burning sensation that banished all his feelings of hurt, confusion and anguish.
He didn't understand why his lover had disappeared in a huff, why Faramir seemed to be constantly at his lover's side and why he seemed to be powerless to halt this erosion of the love between him and Legolas.
Knocking back yet another cup of the lethal brew, Aragorn could feel his senses gradually become duller.
His vision blurring as he reached for more of the liquid, he was startled to feel someone grab his arm.
"You've had enough," a concerned voice said.
Slowly swiveling his head, Aragorn groaned as the room spinned dizzingly.
Squinting in an effort to focus his vision, he was dimly aware of a slender figure with long, golden hair.
"Legolas?" He whispered hopefully.
*******
Aragorn grasped Eowyn's arm urgently, staring at her with such desperation, such need, that she was loath to pry his hand from her's.
She unresistingly allowed Aragorn to press himself against her, smothering her face with frantic kisses.
A tear trickled down her face as she bit her lips savagely, welcoming the tangy, coppery taste of blood in her mouth.
She deserved to bleed for this.
She deserved to die for this.
This... the darkest of her desires, the fulfillment of her dreams.
Author's note: Thanks to.Jadey (hee! You get to see what Faramir's gonna do now!), MaluElvellon (I hope the suspense hasn't been too much! Lol) , mystical elf ( I hope this is fast enough! *grin*), Ithildin (am writing NOW! Hee! ), Ami Winner (*sigh* Leggy would run, except he can't cos. *cough* you'll have to read and see why. *beams*), tenshiamanda (hee! That would work except for the small fact that Faramir is stealing Aragorn's horse since his horse has been set free by you! Lol), OrlibloomedMe (*squeals* I adore your nick! Full of pervy goodness. hee! Orligasim. that is such a good word! *drools* ), ElsalhirErestar (*giggles* I'm glad my update has spared me from the fate of being hunted down and not being allowed to see the light of another day!), Padme sky (*hands tissue* awww, don't cry. hee! I'm so happy you actually read it twice and didn't fall asleep!), Cerasi (eek! But if you kill Faramir now, where would the fic go?! Hee, I'm glad you feel so uh, passionate. I'll try to kill Faramir later okay? *sees Faramir run away in terror* come back! I still need you for this fic), Kellykuk (*gasps* why did you call him Legless?! *sobs* that's so insulting to poor Leggy. hee! Now he sounds like he has too many legs.*drools* the only long-haired guy I am wildly in love with is Legolas!) and Goddess of death (yay! Glad you approve! *grin*). for the sweet reviews!
Dedication: Maia, Maia, Maia! ^_^
Pushing open the heavy, imposing doors, Legolas stepped inside the room where his lover had so frequently disappeared to.
Silently stepping into the towering cavern, he didn't make his presence known as he saw Aragorn's bent head next to Eowyn's.
As Eowyn murmured something into Aragorn's ear, the future king of Gondor grinned at her and casually, playfully flicked her on her shoulder, causing her to gasp in indignation.
"Aragorn," Legolas said softly.
Immediately, Aragorn raised his head to smile warmly at Legolas. Pushing back his chair, he walked swiftly towards his lover.
Legolas nodded his head to Eowyn as the shieldmaiden of Rohan flushed guiltily and nodded back at him.
The moment Aragorn reached his side, Legolas started to explain himself, his need to leave Helm's deep in search of whom he used to be, before this dark war had robbed him of all he had held dear.
However, Legolas had only started to request that Aragorn accompany him in riding to the forest when Aragorn's eyes narrowed in disappointment.
Faltering, the elf's voice trailed off as he gazed mutely at Aragorn. His violet eyes were pleading with Aragorn to understand that he needed to reconcile himself with nature once more, that he needed to cleanse himself in the purity of the trees.
"You want me to go on such a frivolous trip at such an important moment?" Aragorn asked in disbelief, unable to see the reasons shining from Legolas's eyes.
At Aragorn's harsh words, Legolas recoiled as if he had been struck.
Stiffening, he said distantly, "Fine, I'll go with Faramir then."
Refusing to meet Aragorn's startled eyes, Legolas turned to walk away.
"Legolas!" Aragorn grasped his lover's arm fiercely, twisting it to make Legolas face him.
"You're hurting me," Legolas said icily, his eyes blank and frosty.
Aragorn immediately released Legolas's arm and said softly, urgently, "What I am doing is important."
"And I'm not," Legolas stated simply, his chilly tone making Aragorn wince perceptibly.
Seeing Aragorn's distressed eyes, Legolas regretted his hastily spoken words.
"Aragorn-" Legolas said quietly.
However, he abruptly halted his words when he glimpsed Eowyn walking hesitantly towards them.
"Aragorn?" Eowyn asked questioningly, her eyes curious.
"I'll be there in a moment," Aragorn assured her, turning to flash her a tired smile.
When he turned back, Legolas was gone.
*******
Faramir and Legolas rode in silence, the wind rustling their clothes and tousling their hair.
Absorbed by his own thoughts, Legolas was oblivious to the many darting glances directed his way by Faramir.
Mechanically urging his horse to go faster in order to keep pace with the elf, Faramir could barely concentrate on riding his horse.
He was too mesmerized by the elegant stance of the elf on the horse, the way his golden hair cascaded behind his back, glittering almost blindingly in the sunlight.
Captivated by the graceful figure of the elf and the sheer loveliness he radiated, Faramir was content to just exist in the luminousity of this heavenly being.
As they entered the dense forest, a calmness and sereneness seem to pervade their very senses.
The dim sunlight that diffused through the cracks of the canopy was soft and welcoming, suffusing them in a glimmering glow.
Riding deep into the very womb of the forest, Legolas could feel his heart grow lighter and the chaos inside his mind seem to become less entangled.
After riding for a unknown length of time, the two of them finally slowed down their horses.
Lightly sliding off the horse, Legolas gestured to Faramir that he was going to lead the two horses to a nearby, sparkling stream to quench their thrist.
Nodding, Faramir sat down on the dewy grass, smoothly removing the worn leather bag that was slung across his shoulders.
Reaching his hand into the bag, he removed a burnished tin flask and two cups that had seen better days.
Wetting his dry lips with his tongue, Faramir swiftly poured a dark brown liquid into both cups.
With a calm that eluded his inner turmoil, he hastily emptied a leather pouch's contents into one of the tin cups.
As Legolas returned and gently tied up the horses to prevent them from performing a disappearing act, he smiled beguilingly at Faramir, reflecting the tranquility that was gradually calming his senses.
Legolas unsuspectingly took the dented tin cup from Faramir, oblivious to Faramir's quick, nervous intake of breath.
Pressing the cup to his crimson lips, he drank deeply, appreciating the cool liquid sliding down his parched throat.
******
Aragorn poured the fiery draught down his throat, welcoming the burning sensation that banished all his feelings of hurt, confusion and anguish.
He didn't understand why his lover had disappeared in a huff, why Faramir seemed to be constantly at his lover's side and why he seemed to be powerless to halt this erosion of the love between him and Legolas.
Knocking back yet another cup of the lethal brew, Aragorn could feel his senses gradually become duller.
His vision blurring as he reached for more of the liquid, he was startled to feel someone grab his arm.
"You've had enough," a concerned voice said.
Slowly swiveling his head, Aragorn groaned as the room spinned dizzingly.
Squinting in an effort to focus his vision, he was dimly aware of a slender figure with long, golden hair.
"Legolas?" He whispered hopefully.
*******
Aragorn grasped Eowyn's arm urgently, staring at her with such desperation, such need, that she was loath to pry his hand from her's.
She unresistingly allowed Aragorn to press himself against her, smothering her face with frantic kisses.
A tear trickled down her face as she bit her lips savagely, welcoming the tangy, coppery taste of blood in her mouth.
She deserved to bleed for this.
She deserved to die for this.
This... the darkest of her desires, the fulfillment of her dreams.