A/N: The following poetry belongs to me. It's copyright M.S.C, so it should
not be stolen. I will hunt down those who steal it if anyone does.and
they shall not have a pleasant fate..
Disclaimer: None is mine, save most of the plot, and later OC's to come.I ain't Tolkien, as if you didn't know.this goes for all chapters of this story.
WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF AHEAD! IT's like FRIKKIN BUNNIES! Oh, God, Legolas..*dies*
Another A/N: Leggie is meant to be sweet,shy, and boyish in this. Very possibly young too, as far as his mannerisms go. Don't even think about thinking anything else...
Part 41
The day afterward, Galadriel and Gandalf granted that Legolas be moved back to the room he and Aragorn had shared. Both man and Elf were happy to be brought back together again, and Galadriel had done this with the wisdom that being with Aragorn would help the prince heal. Aragorn took Legolas under his wing, watching over him. And after protesting and resisting to be treated as a child, as was standard with the two friends, Legolas submitted to Aragorn and let himself be mothered. The wound to his stomach had been a grave one, and Legolas did not have the strength to stand or walk on his own. It pained him to do so, though he drew comfort from Aragorn's supporting arms. It would be slow recovering, but quicker than it would be if Legolas were mortal.
Instead of confining Legolas to bed and room, Aragorn escorted him to meals everyday in the dining chamber used by Eomer and his men. Though Eomer loved Aragorn greatly, he also possessed a reverence for the Elf prince and was more than glad to see him in better health.Legolas was greatly comforted by taking meals with his friends, and surrounded by Aragorn, Gimli, and Eomer, he laughed with a light heart.
Another thing Aragorn saw to was that Legolas be brought out from within the stone walls and into the sun and fresh air. This also did a great deal of good for the healing of the Elf. Aragorn would sit him against a tree while he lay near in the grass, or lie Legolas in the fields to feel the wind and sun upon his fair face. They would talk of many things and laugh, or tend to their weapons together. And it was not uncommon to see Gimli with them either, and Eomer would sometimes accompany them as well. Aragorn would even sit Legolas upon Hasufel and take place behind him. And they would go riding across the plains. All of this brought joy to the Elf's heart. And though Legolas knew that these precious days of friendship would end, he now thought to savor them as they came and cherish them later when it all came to an end.
On one particular afternoon, not too long after the battle of Elves at Mordor, the ranger and Elf took company with the other alone. Their silhouettes were basked in the golden light of the sun in late afternoon. Aragorn lay in the grass reading, and Legolas sat cross-legged upon a large flat rock, plaiting his hair which had been undone the night before.
Aragorn shut his book and looked up to his friend who sat above him, the Elf's slender fingers entwined in his golden hair. He had become bored with his book.
" What would you have me do, Legolas? I grow tired with reading of battle."
Legolas ceased to move his fingers through his hair for a moment and looked down on the ranger below him who lay in the grass on his stomach. He looked thoughtful for a moment.
" Would you perhaps read to me then? There is a small white book in my pack ", he finally suggested.
Aragorn nodded and began to rummage through the Elf's pack, which had been lightened considerably so to only carry what Legolas might want in these moments. He found the book and settled himself back on his stomach, opening its pages to where the ribbon had been placed as a bookmark. He hoped it was something interesting.
Interesting indeed. The ranger found it was none other than a book of Elvish verse, a collection of some particular songs but mostly poetry otherwise.
" I didn't know the prince of Mirkwood had a heart for poetry."
Legolas blushed behind his hair.
" You wouldn't happen to write any, would you?"
Legolas let a giggle escape him before stifling it, his face flushed and hidden behind his silvery blonde tresses. " I do ", he said simply.
Aragorn smiled at the Elf prince, who always seemed to him a little boy when he giggled and blushed like that. Helplessly adorable as well.
" I simply write a few things now and then in a book of mine. I'm nothing of a writer to marvel at, but it is something I like doing in the quiet ", Legolas explained as he tried to distract himself with his hair.
"It wouldn't happen to be this beautifully bound, bright red, leather book, would it? " Aragorn questioned slyly as he waved the book thickly in his hand.
Legolas' eyes grew wide. He dropped his hair and lunged at the ranger from his sitting place, snatching the red book out of his hand. He held it to his chest protectively, his face now even redder than it was before, his hair which was perfectly straight and combed out only moments before now flurried all about him.
" All right, then. I wasn't going to read it, no need to be hasty ", Aragorn said lightly.
Legolas did not answer but only returned to his position on the rock.
" Now, shall I read this to you or not? " said Aragorn. And then he began.
" And as the cry of the gull
Reaches our ears
We long after the sea
The sea in the west
Lo! How our hearts
Long for it's waters
And to the sea we shall fly!
At the ocean gull's cry!
To the sea! To the sea!
Before our hearts sigh. "
Aragorn stopped. It was a short poem, yet he knew it expressed all there was about the Elves' longing for the sea and the Halls of Mandos, or the Undying lands as they were also called. That was where Arwen had fled to, where she was at this very moment. That would be where Elrond, who had been to him as a father, would go. And his foster brothers, Elladan and Elrohir. That was where Haldir would have gone, had he not been killed. Where Legolas would go. He would lose many to the sea's beckoning.He had already lost the one he loved above all others, the Evenstar. And he could not help but remember the words Galadriel had sent to Legolas through Gandalf. The wizard had spoken the message to the prince in Fangorn Forest only a short time ago. It was of Legolas' death, ultimately.
" That was very good. Thank you, Estel ", Legolas cooed as he gazed into space in thought.
Aragorn stared back down with quiet eyes at the pages of the book, though he did not read the words. To hear Legolas call him by his Elvish name with the fondness in his fair voice was bittersweet for him. One day he would hear Legolas call him that for the last time, and hear his voice no longer. Aragorn wondered if they would part at his death, or if Legolas would leave for the sea before then. The ranger could see no reason why Legolas would stay. His kin flocked to their haven, where there was peace and rest from the toil of the world forever. It was absurd to think he would not go for years to come just because of a ranger. Aragorn had been foolish in hoping it.
And suddenly, Legolas began to speak in a soft tone, his blue eyes glazed with thought.
" How my young heart
Longs for the sea
For it's waters
It's haven
Where resides my family
But here in this earth
My heart also lies
With all that I love
Who shall wither and die
With my comrades, my friends
Brave men, loyal warriors
With them I stay to the end
Though I belong to the sea
And across it's waters
I shall sail
But not before the battle's done
Not before my time has come. "
And he ceased to utter poetry, closing his blue eyes. Aragorn had listened and felt the truth to his words and how his best friend's heart was torn in two. He longed for the sea, yet he loved his friends and brethren here. And he could not have both.
Disclaimer: None is mine, save most of the plot, and later OC's to come.I ain't Tolkien, as if you didn't know.this goes for all chapters of this story.
WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF AHEAD! IT's like FRIKKIN BUNNIES! Oh, God, Legolas..*dies*
Another A/N: Leggie is meant to be sweet,shy, and boyish in this. Very possibly young too, as far as his mannerisms go. Don't even think about thinking anything else...
Part 41
The day afterward, Galadriel and Gandalf granted that Legolas be moved back to the room he and Aragorn had shared. Both man and Elf were happy to be brought back together again, and Galadriel had done this with the wisdom that being with Aragorn would help the prince heal. Aragorn took Legolas under his wing, watching over him. And after protesting and resisting to be treated as a child, as was standard with the two friends, Legolas submitted to Aragorn and let himself be mothered. The wound to his stomach had been a grave one, and Legolas did not have the strength to stand or walk on his own. It pained him to do so, though he drew comfort from Aragorn's supporting arms. It would be slow recovering, but quicker than it would be if Legolas were mortal.
Instead of confining Legolas to bed and room, Aragorn escorted him to meals everyday in the dining chamber used by Eomer and his men. Though Eomer loved Aragorn greatly, he also possessed a reverence for the Elf prince and was more than glad to see him in better health.Legolas was greatly comforted by taking meals with his friends, and surrounded by Aragorn, Gimli, and Eomer, he laughed with a light heart.
Another thing Aragorn saw to was that Legolas be brought out from within the stone walls and into the sun and fresh air. This also did a great deal of good for the healing of the Elf. Aragorn would sit him against a tree while he lay near in the grass, or lie Legolas in the fields to feel the wind and sun upon his fair face. They would talk of many things and laugh, or tend to their weapons together. And it was not uncommon to see Gimli with them either, and Eomer would sometimes accompany them as well. Aragorn would even sit Legolas upon Hasufel and take place behind him. And they would go riding across the plains. All of this brought joy to the Elf's heart. And though Legolas knew that these precious days of friendship would end, he now thought to savor them as they came and cherish them later when it all came to an end.
On one particular afternoon, not too long after the battle of Elves at Mordor, the ranger and Elf took company with the other alone. Their silhouettes were basked in the golden light of the sun in late afternoon. Aragorn lay in the grass reading, and Legolas sat cross-legged upon a large flat rock, plaiting his hair which had been undone the night before.
Aragorn shut his book and looked up to his friend who sat above him, the Elf's slender fingers entwined in his golden hair. He had become bored with his book.
" What would you have me do, Legolas? I grow tired with reading of battle."
Legolas ceased to move his fingers through his hair for a moment and looked down on the ranger below him who lay in the grass on his stomach. He looked thoughtful for a moment.
" Would you perhaps read to me then? There is a small white book in my pack ", he finally suggested.
Aragorn nodded and began to rummage through the Elf's pack, which had been lightened considerably so to only carry what Legolas might want in these moments. He found the book and settled himself back on his stomach, opening its pages to where the ribbon had been placed as a bookmark. He hoped it was something interesting.
Interesting indeed. The ranger found it was none other than a book of Elvish verse, a collection of some particular songs but mostly poetry otherwise.
" I didn't know the prince of Mirkwood had a heart for poetry."
Legolas blushed behind his hair.
" You wouldn't happen to write any, would you?"
Legolas let a giggle escape him before stifling it, his face flushed and hidden behind his silvery blonde tresses. " I do ", he said simply.
Aragorn smiled at the Elf prince, who always seemed to him a little boy when he giggled and blushed like that. Helplessly adorable as well.
" I simply write a few things now and then in a book of mine. I'm nothing of a writer to marvel at, but it is something I like doing in the quiet ", Legolas explained as he tried to distract himself with his hair.
"It wouldn't happen to be this beautifully bound, bright red, leather book, would it? " Aragorn questioned slyly as he waved the book thickly in his hand.
Legolas' eyes grew wide. He dropped his hair and lunged at the ranger from his sitting place, snatching the red book out of his hand. He held it to his chest protectively, his face now even redder than it was before, his hair which was perfectly straight and combed out only moments before now flurried all about him.
" All right, then. I wasn't going to read it, no need to be hasty ", Aragorn said lightly.
Legolas did not answer but only returned to his position on the rock.
" Now, shall I read this to you or not? " said Aragorn. And then he began.
" And as the cry of the gull
Reaches our ears
We long after the sea
The sea in the west
Lo! How our hearts
Long for it's waters
And to the sea we shall fly!
At the ocean gull's cry!
To the sea! To the sea!
Before our hearts sigh. "
Aragorn stopped. It was a short poem, yet he knew it expressed all there was about the Elves' longing for the sea and the Halls of Mandos, or the Undying lands as they were also called. That was where Arwen had fled to, where she was at this very moment. That would be where Elrond, who had been to him as a father, would go. And his foster brothers, Elladan and Elrohir. That was where Haldir would have gone, had he not been killed. Where Legolas would go. He would lose many to the sea's beckoning.He had already lost the one he loved above all others, the Evenstar. And he could not help but remember the words Galadriel had sent to Legolas through Gandalf. The wizard had spoken the message to the prince in Fangorn Forest only a short time ago. It was of Legolas' death, ultimately.
" That was very good. Thank you, Estel ", Legolas cooed as he gazed into space in thought.
Aragorn stared back down with quiet eyes at the pages of the book, though he did not read the words. To hear Legolas call him by his Elvish name with the fondness in his fair voice was bittersweet for him. One day he would hear Legolas call him that for the last time, and hear his voice no longer. Aragorn wondered if they would part at his death, or if Legolas would leave for the sea before then. The ranger could see no reason why Legolas would stay. His kin flocked to their haven, where there was peace and rest from the toil of the world forever. It was absurd to think he would not go for years to come just because of a ranger. Aragorn had been foolish in hoping it.
And suddenly, Legolas began to speak in a soft tone, his blue eyes glazed with thought.
" How my young heart
Longs for the sea
For it's waters
It's haven
Where resides my family
But here in this earth
My heart also lies
With all that I love
Who shall wither and die
With my comrades, my friends
Brave men, loyal warriors
With them I stay to the end
Though I belong to the sea
And across it's waters
I shall sail
But not before the battle's done
Not before my time has come. "
And he ceased to utter poetry, closing his blue eyes. Aragorn had listened and felt the truth to his words and how his best friend's heart was torn in two. He longed for the sea, yet he loved his friends and brethren here. And he could not have both.
