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Summary: Aragorn and Legolas meet for the first time, but they aren't too happy about it.
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas
Warning: None
Nin Calan
Chapter Thirteen
Aragorn and Legolas stood beside each other gazing up at the edge of the drop-off.
'I think we can make it. It is not a straight drop so there is a slight steep that we can climb,' Legolas reasoned.
Aragorn looked up doubtfully at the edge before shrugging his shoulders. 'We can try, but do not blame me when you fall and brake something.'
Legolas raised an eyebrown as he looked at the half-elf. 'Who said I would be the one falling. You seem to have forgotten that I am an elf, and am therefore graceful and able to balance myself.'
Aragorn snorted and replied, 'You are right--you have an tremendous amout of grace and balance.'
Legolas nodded his head in satisfication. 'Thank you.'
'It is true. Only a being with absolute grace and balance is able to fall into a river.'
Legolas gasped in outrage and whipped around to face the smiking half-elf. 'It was of no fault of mine that I fell.'
'Oh, really. Then who's fault is it.'
'It is yours!' Legolas exclaimed. 'You snuck up behind me.'
'Really Legolas, you should not blame others simply because you are easily frightened.'
Legolas stood with his hands on his hips as he glared at Aragorn. 'I do not fighten easy!'
Suddenly there was a sound of an animal skittering in a corner.
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' Legolas yelled as he jumped onto Aragorn, wrapping his legs and arms around the brunette. 'Do not let it get me! Do not let it get me!'
Aragorn simply shook his head in exasperation and amusement, placing his own arms around the frantic elf. 'Legolas, it is just a rat,' he stated. He chuckled as he remembered the first time he had learned that the elf was petrified of rats.
Legolas only tightened his hold on Aragorn. 'Keep it away from me!'
'Legolas, it is gone. Your screaming scared it away.'
Legolas picked his head up, from where he had tucked it the crook of Aragorn's throat, and looked around them. The lantern provided just enough light to see a few paces around them, but the corners were still showded in darkness. 'Are you sure?'
Aragorn sighed in esaxperation. 'I am sure.'
Reluctanly, Legolas loosened his grasp on the half-elf and hesitanly stood back on the ground. He kept an arm around Aragorn though.
Aragorn couldn't help himself. 'Not fightened easily, huh?'
'Oh, shut up,' Legolas said as he removed his arm from around Aragorn to cross both of them across his chest.
*****
'Legolas! Aragorn!' Lord Elrond called out, turning his head side to side.
'Where are you!' Kind Thranduil yelled, but no reply was heard. 'They have to be around here somewhere.'
King Tranduil along with Lord Elrond and a band of guards were riding on horseback through the forest, searching for their missing children. They had begun their search when the sun was high in the sky, but it would only be a few more hours until the sun would set.
'Legolas! My son, where are you!' Tranduil called out again. Worried he turned towards Elrond. 'You do not think they were captured by orcs?'
'Our sons are capable of fighting off a band of orcs. Besides there has not been any sighting of orcs in these parts in a long time,' Elrond reasurred.
'Do you think they might have become lost?'
Elrond raised an eyebrow at Thranduil's question. 'I do not know about your son, but I know for sure that Aragorn is a most excellent tracker and has never lost his way before.'
'Are you saying that my son is not capable of finding his way?' Thranduil asked as he glared at the brunette.
'Of course not. I do not know your son so I do not know what he is capable of.'
'Well, I asure you, Legolas is more than capable of finding his way.'
'I never doubted it for a second.'
Thranduil snorted.
They rode on for a few more moments in silence, watching for any sign of their sons.
Thranduil turned to Lord Elrond once more. 'Do you think something else much worse than orcs could have captured them?'
Elrond frowned in confusion. 'What is worse than orcs?'
The two elves stared out in front of them, pondering the question, before they both turned to each other and exclaimed, 'Dwarfs!'
*****
'Ah, the sun,' Legolas stated as he and Aragorn exited the cave. Legolas and Aragorn turned their eyes up to the sun and gasped.
'We have been gone for most of the day. Our fathers have surely noticed our absence by now.'
'Yes, we should hurry home.' Legolas grabed Aragorn hand and tugged. 'Come on.' Soon they were walking side by side with their hands still clasped together.
Aragorn worried his lip between his teeth as he thought of his father's reaction when they returned home after being away for most of the day. He turned towards Legolas and asked, 'Do you think our fathers will be angry with us when we returned?'
Legolas was now worried as well. 'I hope they will not be too angry.'
'Maye we should not return home then. If we are not there they can not be angry with us.'
Legolas looked at the brunette as if he has suddenly grown a second head. 'You blockhead, that would only fuel their anger more. The longer we stay away, the more angry they will be. We must return home quickly.'
Aragorn nodded in reluctance. 'You are right.' He was still worried about his father's anger however. Suddenly he got another idea. 'What if we sneaked back to our rooms, and if our fathers ask us where we have been we can just say that we have been wondering through the halls. What do you think?'
'I think you are insane. That will never work. You forget that our fathers are quite intelligent elves; they would never buy that.'
Aragorn bowed his head in defeat. 'I am going to be in so much trouble.' He looked back up when Legolas squeezed his hand.
'Do not worry, you will not be the only one in trouble,' Legolas reassured. They walked on in silence until the blond stated, 'At least we are clean. My father would be even more angry if I returned with my clothes torn and dirty.'
'That is a good thing--' Suddenly Legolas was no longer bedside him. '-- indeed.' Aragorn looked at his hand before he turned around in a circle, searching for the blond elf. 'Legolas! Where are you!'
'Down here!'
Aragorn looked to the ground and promptly began to laugh. Legolas had fallen in an old orc trap; he was sitting at the bottom of a pit in mud that was knee deep.
Legolas glared up at the laughing half-elf. 'I fail to see what is so humorous.' This only caused Aragorn to laugh harder. 'Help me out of here!' Legolas grumbled.
'Okay, okay, hold on. Let me find something to pull you out with.' Aragorn looked around at the surrounding forest, searching for a strong enough vine to pull the elf out with. 'There we go,' he stated happily as he caught sight of a thick vine hanging from a nearby tree. He quickly retrieved it and returned to the orc trap. The half-elf lowered one end until Legolas was able to grab hold of it.
'Climb up,' he ordered. Slowly the elf ascend the vine. When he got near to the edge, Aragorn reached out with his hand. Legolas grasped it and pulled himself out of the pit. As the elf planted his feet on the ground Aragorn began to laugh again. Legolas was covered in mud from his chest down.
Legolas crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Aragorn, waiting for the half-elf to finish his laughing fit. When Aragorn showed no signs of stopping, Legolas threw his hands up in the with exasperation and began to walk away.
To be continued...
Summary: Aragorn and Legolas meet for the first time, but they aren't too happy about it.
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas
Warning: None
Nin Calan
Chapter Thirteen
Aragorn and Legolas stood beside each other gazing up at the edge of the drop-off.
'I think we can make it. It is not a straight drop so there is a slight steep that we can climb,' Legolas reasoned.
Aragorn looked up doubtfully at the edge before shrugging his shoulders. 'We can try, but do not blame me when you fall and brake something.'
Legolas raised an eyebrown as he looked at the half-elf. 'Who said I would be the one falling. You seem to have forgotten that I am an elf, and am therefore graceful and able to balance myself.'
Aragorn snorted and replied, 'You are right--you have an tremendous amout of grace and balance.'
Legolas nodded his head in satisfication. 'Thank you.'
'It is true. Only a being with absolute grace and balance is able to fall into a river.'
Legolas gasped in outrage and whipped around to face the smiking half-elf. 'It was of no fault of mine that I fell.'
'Oh, really. Then who's fault is it.'
'It is yours!' Legolas exclaimed. 'You snuck up behind me.'
'Really Legolas, you should not blame others simply because you are easily frightened.'
Legolas stood with his hands on his hips as he glared at Aragorn. 'I do not fighten easy!'
Suddenly there was a sound of an animal skittering in a corner.
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' Legolas yelled as he jumped onto Aragorn, wrapping his legs and arms around the brunette. 'Do not let it get me! Do not let it get me!'
Aragorn simply shook his head in exasperation and amusement, placing his own arms around the frantic elf. 'Legolas, it is just a rat,' he stated. He chuckled as he remembered the first time he had learned that the elf was petrified of rats.
Legolas only tightened his hold on Aragorn. 'Keep it away from me!'
'Legolas, it is gone. Your screaming scared it away.'
Legolas picked his head up, from where he had tucked it the crook of Aragorn's throat, and looked around them. The lantern provided just enough light to see a few paces around them, but the corners were still showded in darkness. 'Are you sure?'
Aragorn sighed in esaxperation. 'I am sure.'
Reluctanly, Legolas loosened his grasp on the half-elf and hesitanly stood back on the ground. He kept an arm around Aragorn though.
Aragorn couldn't help himself. 'Not fightened easily, huh?'
'Oh, shut up,' Legolas said as he removed his arm from around Aragorn to cross both of them across his chest.
*****
'Legolas! Aragorn!' Lord Elrond called out, turning his head side to side.
'Where are you!' Kind Thranduil yelled, but no reply was heard. 'They have to be around here somewhere.'
King Tranduil along with Lord Elrond and a band of guards were riding on horseback through the forest, searching for their missing children. They had begun their search when the sun was high in the sky, but it would only be a few more hours until the sun would set.
'Legolas! My son, where are you!' Tranduil called out again. Worried he turned towards Elrond. 'You do not think they were captured by orcs?'
'Our sons are capable of fighting off a band of orcs. Besides there has not been any sighting of orcs in these parts in a long time,' Elrond reasurred.
'Do you think they might have become lost?'
Elrond raised an eyebrow at Thranduil's question. 'I do not know about your son, but I know for sure that Aragorn is a most excellent tracker and has never lost his way before.'
'Are you saying that my son is not capable of finding his way?' Thranduil asked as he glared at the brunette.
'Of course not. I do not know your son so I do not know what he is capable of.'
'Well, I asure you, Legolas is more than capable of finding his way.'
'I never doubted it for a second.'
Thranduil snorted.
They rode on for a few more moments in silence, watching for any sign of their sons.
Thranduil turned to Lord Elrond once more. 'Do you think something else much worse than orcs could have captured them?'
Elrond frowned in confusion. 'What is worse than orcs?'
The two elves stared out in front of them, pondering the question, before they both turned to each other and exclaimed, 'Dwarfs!'
*****
'Ah, the sun,' Legolas stated as he and Aragorn exited the cave. Legolas and Aragorn turned their eyes up to the sun and gasped.
'We have been gone for most of the day. Our fathers have surely noticed our absence by now.'
'Yes, we should hurry home.' Legolas grabed Aragorn hand and tugged. 'Come on.' Soon they were walking side by side with their hands still clasped together.
Aragorn worried his lip between his teeth as he thought of his father's reaction when they returned home after being away for most of the day. He turned towards Legolas and asked, 'Do you think our fathers will be angry with us when we returned?'
Legolas was now worried as well. 'I hope they will not be too angry.'
'Maye we should not return home then. If we are not there they can not be angry with us.'
Legolas looked at the brunette as if he has suddenly grown a second head. 'You blockhead, that would only fuel their anger more. The longer we stay away, the more angry they will be. We must return home quickly.'
Aragorn nodded in reluctance. 'You are right.' He was still worried about his father's anger however. Suddenly he got another idea. 'What if we sneaked back to our rooms, and if our fathers ask us where we have been we can just say that we have been wondering through the halls. What do you think?'
'I think you are insane. That will never work. You forget that our fathers are quite intelligent elves; they would never buy that.'
Aragorn bowed his head in defeat. 'I am going to be in so much trouble.' He looked back up when Legolas squeezed his hand.
'Do not worry, you will not be the only one in trouble,' Legolas reassured. They walked on in silence until the blond stated, 'At least we are clean. My father would be even more angry if I returned with my clothes torn and dirty.'
'That is a good thing--' Suddenly Legolas was no longer bedside him. '-- indeed.' Aragorn looked at his hand before he turned around in a circle, searching for the blond elf. 'Legolas! Where are you!'
'Down here!'
Aragorn looked to the ground and promptly began to laugh. Legolas had fallen in an old orc trap; he was sitting at the bottom of a pit in mud that was knee deep.
Legolas glared up at the laughing half-elf. 'I fail to see what is so humorous.' This only caused Aragorn to laugh harder. 'Help me out of here!' Legolas grumbled.
'Okay, okay, hold on. Let me find something to pull you out with.' Aragorn looked around at the surrounding forest, searching for a strong enough vine to pull the elf out with. 'There we go,' he stated happily as he caught sight of a thick vine hanging from a nearby tree. He quickly retrieved it and returned to the orc trap. The half-elf lowered one end until Legolas was able to grab hold of it.
'Climb up,' he ordered. Slowly the elf ascend the vine. When he got near to the edge, Aragorn reached out with his hand. Legolas grasped it and pulled himself out of the pit. As the elf planted his feet on the ground Aragorn began to laugh again. Legolas was covered in mud from his chest down.
Legolas crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Aragorn, waiting for the half-elf to finish his laughing fit. When Aragorn showed no signs of stopping, Legolas threw his hands up in the with exasperation and began to walk away.
To be continued...
