A/N: small comment to those who were complaining about my summary, it has
been changed a few chapters ago, maybe you should renew your pages or
something, and I love you all, but don't go telling me what way the story
must go, because I already have the whole thing in my head. You are great,
and that Nazgul-bitch, if you already comment on someone's writing because
of one grammar mistake in the summary, you are no real flamer, but a person
with no social life, because that way you'll never make friends.
Keep reviewing, I'm sorry I didn't update for a while, I think I'm getting stressed. Koko, is your computer fixed yet? - Nanja
Chapter Thirteen: SEMPER
Aragorn pushed himself off Legolas and stoof up quickly, eyeing the Elf scared and confused. Legolas got up as well, a small grin playing around his lips.
"WHAT was that!?" gasped Aragorn, still completely shocked.
"Something I needed to do for a really long time..." Legolas whispered.
Aragorn growled. "Are you insane, Elf? First you slaughter my wife and next you KISS me! I am a MAN, Legolas, not a WOMAN!"
"You are a person," Legolas replied.
"What does that mean, then? What difference does it make? " asked Aragorn, looking at the Elf with anger.
"You are no failure to me, Aragorn..." whispered Legolas.
Aragorn looked at him, shaking with anger and confusion. "YOU! TO YOU! Legolas, I DON'T CARE what YOU think of me! I don't CARE what you think! I am a MAN Legolas, I am not a person you can manipulate! You can't just attack me with your emotions!"
"I AM NOT MANIPULATING!" belowed Legolas all of the sudden, hardly controling himself from slapping the Man. "I CARE FOR YOU!" he cried, tears flowing down his cheeks. He dropped to his knees and looked up at the Man. "Can't you see? Didn't you notice? I've been here forever, Aragorn... I've been long enough on this world to see small seeds grow to old trees, to see young Men die as old Men. I could've shared that kiss with anyone, Aragorn. I could've shared it with someone else!"
"Then why didn't you share it with someone else, Legolas?" Aragorn asked, slightly softer.
"Because in my whole life, immortal as it may be, no person made me feel like this. Not even the birth of a new tree , not even the victory of hundred Men can describe my feelings. Look at me. On my knees. Before your feet. I would never lower me this far if it wasn't for this. You can judge me, Aragorn. You can call me manipulating, selfish, you may even call me a murderer, but you can't take my feelings away from me."
Aragorn stared at the Elf for a while, unsure of what to reply. "You're an Elf, Legolas. I'm one of the Men. I am a king. We are both males. We have both keen minds. Yet you feel this way about me, and I cannot reply it. I am sorry, but I cannot reply to your feelings."
Legolas got up and stared into Aragorn's eyes. "Can you not even reply with hatred?"
"Not even with hatred, Legolas, for we have been friends too long. I have been foolish giving you the blame for Arwen's death, but you have been foolish for giving me your heart," Aragorn replied.
"Then say what I need to do," Legolas said.
"I want you to leave, Legolas. I want you to go back to Mirkwood or Rivendell or where you go when you need to go back. I just don't want you around here anymore."
"I understand this. Namalië, meldanya." Legolas descended the stairs and dissappeared from Aragorn's sight.
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And thus began Legolas a long journey through the hills, not knowing what he was heading for. His mind was empty as were his thoughts. Even his heart seemed to be tired of walking. After a while a forest came in his sight and he decided to head for that to spend the night there.
Keep reviewing, I'm sorry I didn't update for a while, I think I'm getting stressed. Koko, is your computer fixed yet? - Nanja
Chapter Thirteen: SEMPER
Aragorn pushed himself off Legolas and stoof up quickly, eyeing the Elf scared and confused. Legolas got up as well, a small grin playing around his lips.
"WHAT was that!?" gasped Aragorn, still completely shocked.
"Something I needed to do for a really long time..." Legolas whispered.
Aragorn growled. "Are you insane, Elf? First you slaughter my wife and next you KISS me! I am a MAN, Legolas, not a WOMAN!"
"You are a person," Legolas replied.
"What does that mean, then? What difference does it make? " asked Aragorn, looking at the Elf with anger.
"You are no failure to me, Aragorn..." whispered Legolas.
Aragorn looked at him, shaking with anger and confusion. "YOU! TO YOU! Legolas, I DON'T CARE what YOU think of me! I don't CARE what you think! I am a MAN Legolas, I am not a person you can manipulate! You can't just attack me with your emotions!"
"I AM NOT MANIPULATING!" belowed Legolas all of the sudden, hardly controling himself from slapping the Man. "I CARE FOR YOU!" he cried, tears flowing down his cheeks. He dropped to his knees and looked up at the Man. "Can't you see? Didn't you notice? I've been here forever, Aragorn... I've been long enough on this world to see small seeds grow to old trees, to see young Men die as old Men. I could've shared that kiss with anyone, Aragorn. I could've shared it with someone else!"
"Then why didn't you share it with someone else, Legolas?" Aragorn asked, slightly softer.
"Because in my whole life, immortal as it may be, no person made me feel like this. Not even the birth of a new tree , not even the victory of hundred Men can describe my feelings. Look at me. On my knees. Before your feet. I would never lower me this far if it wasn't for this. You can judge me, Aragorn. You can call me manipulating, selfish, you may even call me a murderer, but you can't take my feelings away from me."
Aragorn stared at the Elf for a while, unsure of what to reply. "You're an Elf, Legolas. I'm one of the Men. I am a king. We are both males. We have both keen minds. Yet you feel this way about me, and I cannot reply it. I am sorry, but I cannot reply to your feelings."
Legolas got up and stared into Aragorn's eyes. "Can you not even reply with hatred?"
"Not even with hatred, Legolas, for we have been friends too long. I have been foolish giving you the blame for Arwen's death, but you have been foolish for giving me your heart," Aragorn replied.
"Then say what I need to do," Legolas said.
"I want you to leave, Legolas. I want you to go back to Mirkwood or Rivendell or where you go when you need to go back. I just don't want you around here anymore."
"I understand this. Namalië, meldanya." Legolas descended the stairs and dissappeared from Aragorn's sight.
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And thus began Legolas a long journey through the hills, not knowing what he was heading for. His mind was empty as were his thoughts. Even his heart seemed to be tired of walking. After a while a forest came in his sight and he decided to head for that to spend the night there.