You Nazgulbitch-gal, stop flaming me already. So what if I am a moron?
Still makes me superiour to you. You don't even WRITE fics, so keep your
mouth shut and think before you comment on other's mistakes. I've been
longer around than you.
And to all my sweet reviewers, I couldn't need you more than now! Keep reviewing... If some of you have read Chobsession and Change of Courses, I am so sorry, but I'm having a writer's block.
Fortunately, this fic is still going! - Nanja
Chapter Twelve: ADVERSOR
Legolas stared at the King, unable to give him any strong comment or reply. His blue eyes filled with tears, his head shook softly from side to side.
"Look at you. Able to kill one, not able to face another," Aragorn spoke, looking into Legolas' eyes with a cold expression on his face.
Legolas narrowed his eyes painfully. "You're accusing me... for something that lies not with me."
"Not with you? It was your arrow that took Arwen's life away," Aragorn spat.
"It may be my arrow that took away her visible form, but it was Atrox that took away her spirit before I did so."
"Even so, there was no reason to shoot your arrow!" roared Aragorn, now taking a step towards Legolas.
Legolas shook his head. "How else would we be able to defeat Atrox?" he yelled back.
"We could've made her exit Arwen's body!"
"And then what!? THEN WHAT!? What would you have had? A lifeless body, Aragorn! Lifeless! There was no other way but so!"
Aragorn suddenly drew he sword, the icy cold swooshing sound it made, made shivers run down Legolas' spine. "I am not going to spare you, Legolas."
Legolas looked up frightened and shocked, but also confused. "What do you mean, spare me?" he asked unsure.
Aragorn narrowed his eyes. "Draw your sword," he said demandingly.
Legolas stared at the King for several seconds and then did as he had demanded.
Suddenly, Aragorn attacked him, raising his sword, causing Legolas to jump aside.
"What are you doing!?" Legolas gasped, breathing heavily and looking at him as if he was insane.
"I am going to fight you," Aragorn replied, with an eerie undertone and a vague misty look.
Legolas lowered his sword, shook his head. "No. I am not going to fight you."
"Then DIE!" roared Aragorn, for a second time attacking.
Legolas ducked and took a few steps back. "What are you doing? Do you really think fighting me will help you feel better!?"
"It will at least make me feel satisfied!" Aragorn said, before attacking again. This time, Legolas defenced himself with his sword and pushed Aragorn's away.
"If that makes you feel satisfied, then do so," Legolas whispered hissingly "But I will not attack you."
Aragorn roared as his sword clashed with Legolas'. He attacked, he attacked and missed, attacked again and missed again. He became angry. He had never missed.
But the Elf was quicker and had a strong defence. Everytime he pushed Aragorn's sword off of his, he tried to start a conversation again, but the King did not meet his eyes.
A few times Aragorn missed only by a small inch. Legolas was getting tired of the game and started to become a bit unbalanced.
Aragorn attacked once more and Legolas shifted his weight the wrong way, causing him to fall on his back to the ground, his sword slipping out of his hand. Immediately, Aragorn sat on him, pointing his sword at the Elf's troath.
"Do it," said Legolas demandingly.
"Do what?" asked Aragorn, keeping the sword straight.
"Kill me. That is what you want, right? Go ahead. If it makes you feel better. Do it."
Aragorn looked at the Elf, the vague look in his eyes slowly fading. He threw aside his sword and looked into Legolas' eyes. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, leaning on his hands, still on top of the Elf.
"There is... nothing to be sorry about..." whispered Legolas back, feeling very tensed with the Man's face only being several inches from his.
"No, I am sorry. I should not have given you the blame... forgive me."
Legolas suddenly felt how something inside him was lightened and he closed the gap between him and the Man by sitting up a bit and placing a kiss on his lips.
Aragorn widened his eyes in shock.
And to all my sweet reviewers, I couldn't need you more than now! Keep reviewing... If some of you have read Chobsession and Change of Courses, I am so sorry, but I'm having a writer's block.
Fortunately, this fic is still going! - Nanja
Chapter Twelve: ADVERSOR
Legolas stared at the King, unable to give him any strong comment or reply. His blue eyes filled with tears, his head shook softly from side to side.
"Look at you. Able to kill one, not able to face another," Aragorn spoke, looking into Legolas' eyes with a cold expression on his face.
Legolas narrowed his eyes painfully. "You're accusing me... for something that lies not with me."
"Not with you? It was your arrow that took Arwen's life away," Aragorn spat.
"It may be my arrow that took away her visible form, but it was Atrox that took away her spirit before I did so."
"Even so, there was no reason to shoot your arrow!" roared Aragorn, now taking a step towards Legolas.
Legolas shook his head. "How else would we be able to defeat Atrox?" he yelled back.
"We could've made her exit Arwen's body!"
"And then what!? THEN WHAT!? What would you have had? A lifeless body, Aragorn! Lifeless! There was no other way but so!"
Aragorn suddenly drew he sword, the icy cold swooshing sound it made, made shivers run down Legolas' spine. "I am not going to spare you, Legolas."
Legolas looked up frightened and shocked, but also confused. "What do you mean, spare me?" he asked unsure.
Aragorn narrowed his eyes. "Draw your sword," he said demandingly.
Legolas stared at the King for several seconds and then did as he had demanded.
Suddenly, Aragorn attacked him, raising his sword, causing Legolas to jump aside.
"What are you doing!?" Legolas gasped, breathing heavily and looking at him as if he was insane.
"I am going to fight you," Aragorn replied, with an eerie undertone and a vague misty look.
Legolas lowered his sword, shook his head. "No. I am not going to fight you."
"Then DIE!" roared Aragorn, for a second time attacking.
Legolas ducked and took a few steps back. "What are you doing? Do you really think fighting me will help you feel better!?"
"It will at least make me feel satisfied!" Aragorn said, before attacking again. This time, Legolas defenced himself with his sword and pushed Aragorn's away.
"If that makes you feel satisfied, then do so," Legolas whispered hissingly "But I will not attack you."
Aragorn roared as his sword clashed with Legolas'. He attacked, he attacked and missed, attacked again and missed again. He became angry. He had never missed.
But the Elf was quicker and had a strong defence. Everytime he pushed Aragorn's sword off of his, he tried to start a conversation again, but the King did not meet his eyes.
A few times Aragorn missed only by a small inch. Legolas was getting tired of the game and started to become a bit unbalanced.
Aragorn attacked once more and Legolas shifted his weight the wrong way, causing him to fall on his back to the ground, his sword slipping out of his hand. Immediately, Aragorn sat on him, pointing his sword at the Elf's troath.
"Do it," said Legolas demandingly.
"Do what?" asked Aragorn, keeping the sword straight.
"Kill me. That is what you want, right? Go ahead. If it makes you feel better. Do it."
Aragorn looked at the Elf, the vague look in his eyes slowly fading. He threw aside his sword and looked into Legolas' eyes. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, leaning on his hands, still on top of the Elf.
"There is... nothing to be sorry about..." whispered Legolas back, feeling very tensed with the Man's face only being several inches from his.
"No, I am sorry. I should not have given you the blame... forgive me."
Legolas suddenly felt how something inside him was lightened and he closed the gap between him and the Man by sitting up a bit and placing a kiss on his lips.
Aragorn widened his eyes in shock.