A/N: Ah..same as before. I don't own recognizable characters/places. Wish I
did though.
Fire Eagle-You do? Thank you! Hope you like this chapter!
Legolas19-Yes Maam/Sir!!!I have updated!
Anon-Thank you very much! I say, it's nice to have a longer review once in a while! We all love slash eh?
MoroTheWolfGod- Alright! I'll try to make the other updates snappy too!
s.c.fowlie- Heheh, Elrohir is sweet ain't he? But the rest of the chapters might be a bit bitter!
-I learned from the Best-
Elrohir sighed. He sat himself on a chair beside the bed that Legolas laid in. he watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. There was a flush on the King's cheeks. Crying and drinking should never be mixed.
He rubbed his aching temples, never taking his eyes off of Legolas. 'He has suffered so much' Elrohir thought to himself. He reached out his hand to brush a strand of silk from his fair face, feeling Legolas' velvet skin and silk hair. Mentally screaming at himself not to, he defied those warnings and stroked the King's hair. Legolas groaned and blinked his eyes. Elrohir quickly withdrew his hand.
"What happened?" Legolas asked groggily. Elrohir merely offered him a smile and got up to pour him a glass of water. Legolas drank all of the glasses contents and sighed. "What ails you Legolas?" Elrohir asked. For weeks now, Legolas had been feeling a sense of foreboding and sorrow. A shadow cast on his face. "Tis nothing, mellonin." Elrohir shook his head. "You must feel hungry. Today's schedule is totally free, you have the whole day to yourself. Why don't we skip readying ourselves and proceed to the dining room?" Elrohir suggested, trying to sound positive.
Legolas shook his head. "I'm sorry mellonin. But I think I shall decline your offer. I..I must clear my thoughts. I hope you understand." Elrohir nodded. "Of course. Then perhaps we shall dine together later." He left, feeling more than a little disappointed. Elrohir left for his own chambers, then ungracefully fell onto his bed. Legolas took only a few items with him. He made his way to his favorite waterfall. It was small, but truly beautiful, and he felt that he could release all emotions that had been pent up inside of him. He reached the pool, stripped off all his clothes and plunged into the clear and cool water. He resurfaced and waded to the side of the pool. He sighed. Unwelcome thoughts and memories flooded his mind.
He remembered particularly the years before he and Aragorn were together. They were merely friends, not lovers, although Legolas had very much loved him from the very start. They were seen as friends, as brothers. Every two to three months or so, Aragorn would have yet another maiden by his side, all fair of face and indeed very beautiful. He introduced them to him, one- by-one. It pained Legolas' heart. Why couldn't he see? Didn't he realize how much he was hurting him? Yes, he was young, hasty and after all, he was merely a man.
Legolas longed for the day that he would love him. That Aragorn would see him as a lover instead of a brother. Then, that day came. Finally. After all the trouble and heartache, he finally achieved what he wanted, and vowed to stay faithful until the very end. And so did Aragorn. Legolas believed him.
He never knew how wrong he was.
Legolas shot up from his position when he had enough of those painful thoughts. How dare Aragorn plague his thoughts when he was resting? Regretfully, he came out of the water and dried himself and put on new clothes. He heard extremely subtle noises and he was fully aware that he was not alone. He became alert, realizing the absence of weapons. The wind laced its fingers between Legolas' silk hair. His bright eyes, keen and alert.
He started to move his feet. Soon enough, he found himself stealthily running. Eyes, shifting here and there. He was nearing home when he heard shouts. He could already see Elrohir making his way to the troubled scene with his weapons. "Mellonin! What is going on?" Legolas cried. "I know not! Come! I shall go now!" Elrohir replied in a hurry.
They followed their ears, and finally reached a battle scene. They were Men. Dark haired and ungraceful, clashing their swords noisily. It seemed that all of the men were fighting against one sole person. The two elves could see most of the bodies already piled onto the forest floor, covered in blood which stained the earth. Then, in a split second, both men stabbed each other, one in the stomach, and one in the heart, leaving only one survivor who's face was covered and shadowed by a hood. Elrohir quickly ran towards the wounded man. The man had already lost consciousness. Elrohir took a look at the stranger's face. His eyes widened but he took control of his emotions before Legolas could see.
Looking down, Elrohir picked the man up with his hood still covering his face. "I shall make haste, this man is badly wounded. I shall alert the guards about this." Elrohir said in a hurried tone. Without looking at Legolas he ran as fast as he could back home.
He reached the healers and placed the stranger onto a bed where the healers worked their ways. He reached out to stroke the man's face. He felt he as though he were about to cry.
"Why? Why now? Why Estel?"
-TBC-
A/N: Ahh..a cliffie. Review please!
Fire Eagle-You do? Thank you! Hope you like this chapter!
Legolas19-Yes Maam/Sir!!!I have updated!
Anon-Thank you very much! I say, it's nice to have a longer review once in a while! We all love slash eh?
MoroTheWolfGod- Alright! I'll try to make the other updates snappy too!
s.c.fowlie- Heheh, Elrohir is sweet ain't he? But the rest of the chapters might be a bit bitter!
-I learned from the Best-
Elrohir sighed. He sat himself on a chair beside the bed that Legolas laid in. he watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. There was a flush on the King's cheeks. Crying and drinking should never be mixed.
He rubbed his aching temples, never taking his eyes off of Legolas. 'He has suffered so much' Elrohir thought to himself. He reached out his hand to brush a strand of silk from his fair face, feeling Legolas' velvet skin and silk hair. Mentally screaming at himself not to, he defied those warnings and stroked the King's hair. Legolas groaned and blinked his eyes. Elrohir quickly withdrew his hand.
"What happened?" Legolas asked groggily. Elrohir merely offered him a smile and got up to pour him a glass of water. Legolas drank all of the glasses contents and sighed. "What ails you Legolas?" Elrohir asked. For weeks now, Legolas had been feeling a sense of foreboding and sorrow. A shadow cast on his face. "Tis nothing, mellonin." Elrohir shook his head. "You must feel hungry. Today's schedule is totally free, you have the whole day to yourself. Why don't we skip readying ourselves and proceed to the dining room?" Elrohir suggested, trying to sound positive.
Legolas shook his head. "I'm sorry mellonin. But I think I shall decline your offer. I..I must clear my thoughts. I hope you understand." Elrohir nodded. "Of course. Then perhaps we shall dine together later." He left, feeling more than a little disappointed. Elrohir left for his own chambers, then ungracefully fell onto his bed. Legolas took only a few items with him. He made his way to his favorite waterfall. It was small, but truly beautiful, and he felt that he could release all emotions that had been pent up inside of him. He reached the pool, stripped off all his clothes and plunged into the clear and cool water. He resurfaced and waded to the side of the pool. He sighed. Unwelcome thoughts and memories flooded his mind.
He remembered particularly the years before he and Aragorn were together. They were merely friends, not lovers, although Legolas had very much loved him from the very start. They were seen as friends, as brothers. Every two to three months or so, Aragorn would have yet another maiden by his side, all fair of face and indeed very beautiful. He introduced them to him, one- by-one. It pained Legolas' heart. Why couldn't he see? Didn't he realize how much he was hurting him? Yes, he was young, hasty and after all, he was merely a man.
Legolas longed for the day that he would love him. That Aragorn would see him as a lover instead of a brother. Then, that day came. Finally. After all the trouble and heartache, he finally achieved what he wanted, and vowed to stay faithful until the very end. And so did Aragorn. Legolas believed him.
He never knew how wrong he was.
Legolas shot up from his position when he had enough of those painful thoughts. How dare Aragorn plague his thoughts when he was resting? Regretfully, he came out of the water and dried himself and put on new clothes. He heard extremely subtle noises and he was fully aware that he was not alone. He became alert, realizing the absence of weapons. The wind laced its fingers between Legolas' silk hair. His bright eyes, keen and alert.
He started to move his feet. Soon enough, he found himself stealthily running. Eyes, shifting here and there. He was nearing home when he heard shouts. He could already see Elrohir making his way to the troubled scene with his weapons. "Mellonin! What is going on?" Legolas cried. "I know not! Come! I shall go now!" Elrohir replied in a hurry.
They followed their ears, and finally reached a battle scene. They were Men. Dark haired and ungraceful, clashing their swords noisily. It seemed that all of the men were fighting against one sole person. The two elves could see most of the bodies already piled onto the forest floor, covered in blood which stained the earth. Then, in a split second, both men stabbed each other, one in the stomach, and one in the heart, leaving only one survivor who's face was covered and shadowed by a hood. Elrohir quickly ran towards the wounded man. The man had already lost consciousness. Elrohir took a look at the stranger's face. His eyes widened but he took control of his emotions before Legolas could see.
Looking down, Elrohir picked the man up with his hood still covering his face. "I shall make haste, this man is badly wounded. I shall alert the guards about this." Elrohir said in a hurried tone. Without looking at Legolas he ran as fast as he could back home.
He reached the healers and placed the stranger onto a bed where the healers worked their ways. He reached out to stroke the man's face. He felt he as though he were about to cry.
"Why? Why now? Why Estel?"
-TBC-
A/N: Ahh..a cliffie. Review please!