A/N: Wheeee!!!! A new chappie! Not much point other than Ranger-thinking
and fluff.hehe.Hyperness!!!! ^_^ sorry for the shortness.
**SireenC**: I KNOW!!! The fluff when the walk together is just so..Eeee!!! ^_^ Thanks for writing a review and reading1 I know, it's a long-ass fic. Hehe.But take your time!
**Lamoo**: Hee hee.I am a poet after all.Hopeless romantic. I thought people might take to hating Thaurnoviel and the Lego-mance part of this but I guess not! I really hope she isn't a Mary-Sue..if she is and it annoys u, sorry! That is one of the best chappies, yes.hehe.thanks for your reviews and for reading! ^_^
**Tithen Min**: Wheeee!!!!!! ^_^ Here's a new chappie for you, mellonin! Yes, the length is rather nice.Hehe, no problem on the dedication! That sheep chappie is so yours! ^_^ And U r a dear, no way I am too nice! ^_^ .:Huggles:. Eep!
**Symian**: Yay!! Thank u oodles for your kind words! I am so glad u like Thaurnoviel! She's my brain child/Elf alter-ego.hehe.^_^ Keep reading and reviewing! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 78
Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, Isildur's Heir to the throne of Gondor, stood soundlessly in the doorway of Legolas' room The Elf prince had finally fallen to sleep. Aragorn leaned on the doorpost and watched the Elf's chest rise and fall steadily as he breathed. The pale twilight that Legolas loved so much filled the glass of the window and flowed through it to fall on his fair face, giving him that soft, ethereal glow of pale, blue-gray. It was the color of Legolas' eyes when the Elf watched the twilight of when he stood in the rain, smiling serenely. Legolas was always so blissful whenever it rained.
Aragorn fondly remembered an afternoon long ago when it had rained calmly in Imladris. Legolas had stood in it with him, quiet and glad. It had beaded his flaxen hair and his face, dripping from his fingers and leaving his lashes to sparkle. Legolas had slowly walked forth into the wood, looking all around him with that calm smile and relishing the simple beauty he always adored. So happy had he been then and every rainy, overcast afternoon.
But would he be in high spirits today? Or would he regret having been forever parted with his beloved Thaurnoviel? Aragorn did not know and hoped against it. But he also knew that the Lady Thaurnoviel Lhend-Rhoss would never depart from his Legolas and the prince would stand in the rain for many more days to come and smile sadly, remembering the Sweet-Rain. And Aragorn was most grateful that Legolas had those days left to him. But for now, today was a day without rain.
Aragorn quietly went to stand at the sleeping Elf's bedside and looked upon him for a moment. The he brushed a lock of golden hair away from Legolas' face with the lightness of feather wisps in his fingers, recalling the faint butterfly kisses of the archer's fingertips. He leaned over and touched his lips to the Elf's forehead with closed eyes and affection, as if the prince were his small child. He lifted them away after a moment and looked upon his brother in heart with glowing eyes.
" //Rhoss dant an-uir, Legolas// ", he whispered as he ran his hand over Thaurnoviel's pendant that lay upon the Elf's chest. * The rain falls forever, Legolas.*
" And the Greenleaf does not fade ", he added as his hand moved over Legolas' pendant. Aragorn smiled faintly down at Legolas.
" I may only hope the Evenstar does not either ", he murmured quietly, his hand lifting to finger Arwen's jewel at his own neck. He paused for a moment and thought of Arwen sadly. He understood how hard it had been for the Lady Thaurnoviel. She had made the greatest of sacrifices.
//" Hannon le, hirilnin ",// he said softly.
*Thank you, my lady. *
And he knew Legolas dreamt of her now. He left his best friend wordlessly, looking back one last time before shutting the door behind him.
" Let it rain in his dreams, milady. Make him smile
again ", he said as if Thaurnoviel were there. He wandered back to his room to sleep yet another hour and dream of Arwen in hopes to smile himself.
**SireenC**: I KNOW!!! The fluff when the walk together is just so..Eeee!!! ^_^ Thanks for writing a review and reading1 I know, it's a long-ass fic. Hehe.But take your time!
**Lamoo**: Hee hee.I am a poet after all.Hopeless romantic. I thought people might take to hating Thaurnoviel and the Lego-mance part of this but I guess not! I really hope she isn't a Mary-Sue..if she is and it annoys u, sorry! That is one of the best chappies, yes.hehe.thanks for your reviews and for reading! ^_^
**Tithen Min**: Wheeee!!!!!! ^_^ Here's a new chappie for you, mellonin! Yes, the length is rather nice.Hehe, no problem on the dedication! That sheep chappie is so yours! ^_^ And U r a dear, no way I am too nice! ^_^ .:Huggles:. Eep!
**Symian**: Yay!! Thank u oodles for your kind words! I am so glad u like Thaurnoviel! She's my brain child/Elf alter-ego.hehe.^_^ Keep reading and reviewing! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 78
Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, Isildur's Heir to the throne of Gondor, stood soundlessly in the doorway of Legolas' room The Elf prince had finally fallen to sleep. Aragorn leaned on the doorpost and watched the Elf's chest rise and fall steadily as he breathed. The pale twilight that Legolas loved so much filled the glass of the window and flowed through it to fall on his fair face, giving him that soft, ethereal glow of pale, blue-gray. It was the color of Legolas' eyes when the Elf watched the twilight of when he stood in the rain, smiling serenely. Legolas was always so blissful whenever it rained.
Aragorn fondly remembered an afternoon long ago when it had rained calmly in Imladris. Legolas had stood in it with him, quiet and glad. It had beaded his flaxen hair and his face, dripping from his fingers and leaving his lashes to sparkle. Legolas had slowly walked forth into the wood, looking all around him with that calm smile and relishing the simple beauty he always adored. So happy had he been then and every rainy, overcast afternoon.
But would he be in high spirits today? Or would he regret having been forever parted with his beloved Thaurnoviel? Aragorn did not know and hoped against it. But he also knew that the Lady Thaurnoviel Lhend-Rhoss would never depart from his Legolas and the prince would stand in the rain for many more days to come and smile sadly, remembering the Sweet-Rain. And Aragorn was most grateful that Legolas had those days left to him. But for now, today was a day without rain.
Aragorn quietly went to stand at the sleeping Elf's bedside and looked upon him for a moment. The he brushed a lock of golden hair away from Legolas' face with the lightness of feather wisps in his fingers, recalling the faint butterfly kisses of the archer's fingertips. He leaned over and touched his lips to the Elf's forehead with closed eyes and affection, as if the prince were his small child. He lifted them away after a moment and looked upon his brother in heart with glowing eyes.
" //Rhoss dant an-uir, Legolas// ", he whispered as he ran his hand over Thaurnoviel's pendant that lay upon the Elf's chest. * The rain falls forever, Legolas.*
" And the Greenleaf does not fade ", he added as his hand moved over Legolas' pendant. Aragorn smiled faintly down at Legolas.
" I may only hope the Evenstar does not either ", he murmured quietly, his hand lifting to finger Arwen's jewel at his own neck. He paused for a moment and thought of Arwen sadly. He understood how hard it had been for the Lady Thaurnoviel. She had made the greatest of sacrifices.
//" Hannon le, hirilnin ",// he said softly.
*Thank you, my lady. *
And he knew Legolas dreamt of her now. He left his best friend wordlessly, looking back one last time before shutting the door behind him.
" Let it rain in his dreams, milady. Make him smile
again ", he said as if Thaurnoviel were there. He wandered back to his room to sleep yet another hour and dream of Arwen in hopes to smile himself.
