A/N: Yay, a bit longer!!!! ^_^
WARNING: MASS FLUFF AHEAD! Like damn bunnies..
Part 47
" Aragorn, calm yourself ", said Eomer as he watched his close friend in obvious panic as the ranger paced.
" I cannot be calm when my best friend has been kidnapped ", he snapped.
" We are his friends as well, Aragorn ", Gimli said.
" If you are his friends then how could you be so calm? Do you not realize what could be happening to him right now, as we speak? ", Aragorn replied.
" I am well aware, Aragorn. But going mad will not help him, wherever he is ", said the Dwarf.
" I cannot stay here and do nothing, waiting until Theoden makes up his mind ", Aragorn remarked, moving toward the door.
" You are not going anywhere, Aragorn. You'll only endanger yourself, and we do not even know who has taken him, to where, why they did. It would be taking on a quest blinded ", Eomer told him firmly.
" I would rather face danger blind than leave my brother to torment ", Aragorn answered, before sweeping off down the corridor.
Legolas groaned once the door was closed and he was sure his assailant was well beyond the distance of hearing noise from within the room. He had suppressed all sound as he was beaten, trying with every labored breath he took to focus on thoughts of people, places, things he loved instead of each individual blow that came down upon him. He indeed had not made any noise while he was beaten, which probably angered the man further, causing him to prolong the beating and heavy the blows. But Legolas refused to show weakness or defeat. He took it as it came and did not release the growing pain within him until well after it was over.
Now he let a groan escape him as he tried to steady his breathing, which was a pained thing to his beaten ribs and bruised skin. His left cheekbone was sore, he felt. There was probably a nasty bruise there as well, he thought. Legolas was still bound just as he had been hours before. He wondered how long it would be until it was over. It wasn't because he was giving in to the beatings. Oh, no, he would die before that. And indeed he probably would die eventually, he thought without fear. Beaten to death or killed by some other means. But what if before they slew him, Wormtongue was granted his desire? Legolas shuddered at the thought, which struck terror in his heart. He would plead for death if it were to be so.
Eomer and Gimli stood for a moment, frozen, staring out into the dark hallway after the disappearing form of Aragorn. His words still rang in their ears. His brother. He had called Legolas his brother.
Neither the Dwarf nor the Leader of the Rohirrim had ever really been granted the chance to discover the details of Aragorn's friendship with the Elf prince of Mirkwood. It had been something secret between the two, who had spent a mortal lifetime together. Gimli had caught glimpses of their bond before, but never truly witnessed the essence of their friendship. Aragorn and Legolas had kept it something secret, something special. And Gimli supposed the heir to the throne of Gondor would lie in his grave, his hands folded ceremoniously, and forever guard that secret in his mortal heart. And Legolas. The Elf would sail to Mandos, the eternal land of the Elves, and keep that clandestine love between Aragorn and he in the depths of his torn, immortal soul.
But now, both Eomer and Gimli fully grasped what had been revealed to them. Brothers. That's what Aragorn and Legolas were. That's how deep their friendship ran, how far their love went. That's what was always so skillfully concealed within the bright orbs of their eyes, those eyes which locked and gazed into the other's with such an intensity that neither Gimli nor Eomer had ever seen in their lifetimes. That's what brought the two together so often,just exactly when one needed the other, for whatever reason. All those quiet, wordless moments in which an emotion so strong as to radiate a heat from their very bodies that happened from time to time, that's what it was all about. The Elvish whispers murmured between the two that only they could understand, the way they possessed the ability to comfort the other when nothing else could help. The laughter that was echoed in the day over senseless nothings, the smiles that were almost unnaturally happy when the two were reunited after a time apart. The tears shed over their friendship or the thought loss of one of them, the passionate emotion when one was so sure they had lost the other. Aragorn and Legolas had something special, something rare and unbreakable. A friendship that had no bounds, a bond that was only all the more strengthened by time, sorrow, hardship, and careless afternoons of giggles. A brotherhood which stood the tests of the time, which went beyond the blood in their veins, and burned within their hearts, a love so intense, so passionate that it consumed their souls. That's what they had. That's the love they shared, what made them comrades, best friends, and, more over, brothers. It made them something that went beyond all words in any language of the earth, for that's how deep their love ran, their bond endured, their friendship flourished. Forever. Even if one of them wouldn't live that long.
WARNING: MASS FLUFF AHEAD! Like damn bunnies..
Part 47
" Aragorn, calm yourself ", said Eomer as he watched his close friend in obvious panic as the ranger paced.
" I cannot be calm when my best friend has been kidnapped ", he snapped.
" We are his friends as well, Aragorn ", Gimli said.
" If you are his friends then how could you be so calm? Do you not realize what could be happening to him right now, as we speak? ", Aragorn replied.
" I am well aware, Aragorn. But going mad will not help him, wherever he is ", said the Dwarf.
" I cannot stay here and do nothing, waiting until Theoden makes up his mind ", Aragorn remarked, moving toward the door.
" You are not going anywhere, Aragorn. You'll only endanger yourself, and we do not even know who has taken him, to where, why they did. It would be taking on a quest blinded ", Eomer told him firmly.
" I would rather face danger blind than leave my brother to torment ", Aragorn answered, before sweeping off down the corridor.
Legolas groaned once the door was closed and he was sure his assailant was well beyond the distance of hearing noise from within the room. He had suppressed all sound as he was beaten, trying with every labored breath he took to focus on thoughts of people, places, things he loved instead of each individual blow that came down upon him. He indeed had not made any noise while he was beaten, which probably angered the man further, causing him to prolong the beating and heavy the blows. But Legolas refused to show weakness or defeat. He took it as it came and did not release the growing pain within him until well after it was over.
Now he let a groan escape him as he tried to steady his breathing, which was a pained thing to his beaten ribs and bruised skin. His left cheekbone was sore, he felt. There was probably a nasty bruise there as well, he thought. Legolas was still bound just as he had been hours before. He wondered how long it would be until it was over. It wasn't because he was giving in to the beatings. Oh, no, he would die before that. And indeed he probably would die eventually, he thought without fear. Beaten to death or killed by some other means. But what if before they slew him, Wormtongue was granted his desire? Legolas shuddered at the thought, which struck terror in his heart. He would plead for death if it were to be so.
Eomer and Gimli stood for a moment, frozen, staring out into the dark hallway after the disappearing form of Aragorn. His words still rang in their ears. His brother. He had called Legolas his brother.
Neither the Dwarf nor the Leader of the Rohirrim had ever really been granted the chance to discover the details of Aragorn's friendship with the Elf prince of Mirkwood. It had been something secret between the two, who had spent a mortal lifetime together. Gimli had caught glimpses of their bond before, but never truly witnessed the essence of their friendship. Aragorn and Legolas had kept it something secret, something special. And Gimli supposed the heir to the throne of Gondor would lie in his grave, his hands folded ceremoniously, and forever guard that secret in his mortal heart. And Legolas. The Elf would sail to Mandos, the eternal land of the Elves, and keep that clandestine love between Aragorn and he in the depths of his torn, immortal soul.
But now, both Eomer and Gimli fully grasped what had been revealed to them. Brothers. That's what Aragorn and Legolas were. That's how deep their friendship ran, how far their love went. That's what was always so skillfully concealed within the bright orbs of their eyes, those eyes which locked and gazed into the other's with such an intensity that neither Gimli nor Eomer had ever seen in their lifetimes. That's what brought the two together so often,just exactly when one needed the other, for whatever reason. All those quiet, wordless moments in which an emotion so strong as to radiate a heat from their very bodies that happened from time to time, that's what it was all about. The Elvish whispers murmured between the two that only they could understand, the way they possessed the ability to comfort the other when nothing else could help. The laughter that was echoed in the day over senseless nothings, the smiles that were almost unnaturally happy when the two were reunited after a time apart. The tears shed over their friendship or the thought loss of one of them, the passionate emotion when one was so sure they had lost the other. Aragorn and Legolas had something special, something rare and unbreakable. A friendship that had no bounds, a bond that was only all the more strengthened by time, sorrow, hardship, and careless afternoons of giggles. A brotherhood which stood the tests of the time, which went beyond the blood in their veins, and burned within their hearts, a love so intense, so passionate that it consumed their souls. That's what they had. That's the love they shared, what made them comrades, best friends, and, more over, brothers. It made them something that went beyond all words in any language of the earth, for that's how deep their love ran, their bond endured, their friendship flourished. Forever. Even if one of them wouldn't live that long.
