Disclaimer: I dare not claim anything but the plot of this particular fic -
but I wished Legolas was mine though. . .*stares dreamily*.
Synopsis:
Elves, if they are lucky, manage to find their true mates in their lifetimes. Legolas makes an astonishingly shocking discovery who his is but will he ever tell a dark-haired king-ranger? Or will he chose to follow a band of elves who dare not profess their love for a mortal? Can the difference between their races stop Legolas from admitting he likes Aragorn?
Read And Review. . .
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A gentle breeze swayed the deep green leaves on a tree. If one looked close enough, I could make out the distinct slender figure of an elf perched in the midst of all the leaves. Legolas was in a very relaxed mood as he stretched out languidly, ignoring the fact that probably half of his elves were out of their minds just searching for their prince. He yawned slightly, a very human act he had learnt just by spending a few weeks with Aragorn, the human King.
Speak of the devil, Legolas jolted awake as he thought of the raven-haired King. For every single hour since they had parted, Legolas had an aching feeling in his heart. He now pressed a pale hand against his tunic-covered chest in a curious gesture to figure out what was happening to his heart. There was a fluttery feeling that made him get slightly alarmed - were elves supposed to get fluttery feelings in their hearts?
Maybe it was just a passing illness - but did elves get illnesses? Perhaps it was time to consult the Lady Galadriel, maybe he should visit her someday, and Legolas made up his mind to ask the older elf about fluttery hearts and such.
But talking about Aragorn did make Legolas look dreamily at the leafy canopy. He missed the mellow, authoritative voice, the shoulder-length black tresses and the eyes. The piercing eyes which seemed to seek out every secret Legolas kept. What mellow voice, Legolas slapped himself in shock as he remembered whom he was thinking about. It was wrong of an elf - not to say, a male elf - and to add, a male elf-prince to be thinking of a human male king in such a way!
Besides, Legolas was sure that someday, he would be married to some female elf like Arwen who would then bear his little elf children and take care of them when he went for ambassador-trips to other elf kingdoms. How could he have had such highly-improper thoughts about his fellow warrior?!
A trumpet noise nearly made Legolas fall off the branch in alarm. 'Hail Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood!' a male voice shouted loud and clear and Legolas reluctantly slid down from his comfortable spot on the tree, to leap lightly down onto the ground as he faced human messengers.
'Yes yes, what is it you want with me now?' Legolas was in no mood to play the niceties and curtly asked as he eyed the two messengers, one holding a trumpet, the other holding an envelope sealed with a royal seal from the human kings. Don't tell me it's that Aragorn, Legolas groaned inwardly in frustration.
'Prince of Mirkwood, out great king Aragorn son of Arathorn sends an invitation to you. If you please, Prince,' the envelope was handed very politely to Legolas and he extended a white arm to take it. He opened the envelope and read the letter with an arched eyebrow.
'Legolas - Prince of Mirkwood,
Dark times we met, and now in fair weather I invite you to my kingdom for our old gathering of friends. Please do not prepare anything for during your stay, everything shall be prepared by our people. I trust you will come on the week after the full moon.
King Aragorn'
Legolas pursued the letter for another few times before he relented and reluctantly sent the messengers back with a 'Very well, I accept, now, be off with you,'. He sighed, if he was travelling by foot, he would need to start his journey the next day. He would have to spend tonight preparing a gift for Aragorn.
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The next day
Legolas sprang lightly among the trees, his bunch of arrows clattering pleasantly behind him and he held the elvish garment for Aragorn firmly under one arm. His silver-blonde hair was neatly braided as usual and caught the shimmer of the sunlight once or twice for he bounded too fast in and out of the trees.
He had been travelling for twelve hours straight and now he regretted being so nimble and quick in step for he was one day ahead of his planned time. He would have to find a place to linger about for a day whilst he journeyed. His mind flicked through possible resting spots which were of entertainment also and he decided upon the city of Galadhrim where he could both rest and be near other elves.
He looked at the horizon. The blood-red sun was soon setting, and darkness would soon engulf the whole area. He needed to veer off course eastwards now if he wanted to get there by an hour after sunset.
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Galadhrim
'Welcome, young Legolas,' the Lord Celeborn was tending to some business so Lady Galadriel welcomed him and brought him into the guest quarters they had. It was hard to believe she was even older than him, Legolas thought as he studied her golden braids and youthful face in admiration.
'Here is your room, Legolas. Rest well and eat well tonight,' she patted him on the shoulder and left him alone. Legolas sprang lightly upon the bed and gazed out of the window. A beautiful moon, white and pure, dimmed the shimmer of the stars as it hung up in the sky. Legolas soon found himself thinking along the lines of a certain ranger lying naked by the riverbed.
'Aargh,' he clenched his fists and unclenched them in a bid to self-reprove as he curtly told the little voice in his mind to shut up and mind it's own business and let him lead a normal male elf's life properly.
He had been having disturbing and alarming dreams for the past nights. It was not something to be laughed off, Legolas frowned, they had been rather sensual and tempting. Mostly were of Aragorn, nakedly bathed in moonlight by the river. 'This is wrong, Legolas, wrong,' Legolas rapped himself hard on the head, trying to get such vividly graphic images out of his mind.
He ended up berating himself harshly while he lay on the feathery bed to sleep, his bright eyes penetrating the darkness as he slept. And he immediately regretted his choice to sleep for he had a taste of one of the most erotically-disturbing dreams he ever had about Aragorn.
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The night was silent. Legolas treaded softly upon the fallen leaves effortlessly, his lips thinned into a fine line as if he knew what was laying in wait for him. He heard the rhythmic rushing noise of stream and river waters as he approached the edge of the river and let out a gasp.
The shimmering moonlight had fallen upon a single figure which lay sprawled out in a very seductive manner, extremely desirable and delicious-looking. The moonlight caressed the dark hair of Aragorn as he lounged languidly by the river, keeping his eyes firmly fixed upon Legolas.
The moonlight which lit up the dark waters of the river made them lap at the figure of Aragorn. Legolas felt the fluttery feeling in his heart again and curiously pressed a hand upon his heart. Was it Aragorn who was making his heart flutter like a nightingale? Legolas was roused from his elfish thoughts as Aragorn stretched out a hand.
'Come, Legolas,' the husky voice made Legolas shudder slightly as he felt himself walk, enthralled and completely lost in Aragorn's handsome face. Legolas had lost all subtlety as he approached the lounging ranger and knelt down next to the mortal. The harsh breath of the ranger, full of desire and temptation, roared through Legolas' mind.
'You are beautiful,' Legolas had always been called words like [pretty], [adorable] and [beautiful], but this certain compliment caught him off guard as he gave a shy smile and then replaced it with a pretty smile. He knew that many elves and mortals thought he was a girl at first glance, well, let them think he was one for all he cared.
'Thank you,' he prettily smiled again. Aragorn was watching him like a predator watching its prey, ever so keen and sharp. 'Don't mention it,' with a swift, quick movement that Legolas never calculated, Aragorn had Legolas pinned roughly to the ground. Aragorn now raised a finger and traced Legolas' jaw line.
The finger slid to Legolas' neck and two hands deftly unclasped the dark green cloak Legolas wore. 'Fair little elf,' Aragorn leaned down and whispered next to Legolas' ear, making the elf squirm slightly as strong fingers slid down his naked chest, stroking the pale skin underneath. His shirt was completely prised opened in the darkness.
What happened next was all a blur to Legolas - fingers running teasingly to and fro on his creamy skin. . .a hot mouth covering his in the moonlight as things swirled around them . . .a subtle moan of pleasure. . .the soft murmuring of his name over and over again. . . gentle caresses which sent shivers down his spine. . .
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Legolas knew self-control when he wanted to and he jerked himself out of the dream, gasping and praying that no elf had seen him in such an aroused state. It was humiliating - to be gasping and panting over a sleep like a mortal. Legolas had only seen Aragorn do so once or twice during the Fellowship. Aragorn had appeared highly embarrassed when Legolas had looked pointedly at him curiously.
'I need to walk about, then these bad dreams will go away,' Legolas might have been 3000 years old, but he had the mind of an innocent child sometimes. He convinced himself childishly that a walk was all he needed. He slipped out of the room into the gardens.
He was just blending against the shadows when he heard a soft voice, 'Legolas, what ails you so, young elf?'
Turning behind, he saw the Lady Galadriel, as beautiful as ever, smiling softly at him as she flicked a stray leaf from his tresses. Legolas was momentarily tongue-tied - well, he couldn't quite say that he had a dream about Strider. He settled on a neutral, 'It's a beautiful night,'
'And so are you, young prince. But your face is troubled. You need guidance,' the Lady Galadriel spoke gently as her eyes searched his.
'Nay, I shall not trouble my Lady,' Legolas declined as politely as he could. He was worried she might laugh at him. Besides, Strider was a simple matter, he tried to shove the matter aside as he locked eyes with the elf-queen once again.
'Since you decline guidance, I shall not press you, young Legolas. But know, Prince of Mirkwood, that you are free to approach me anytime. In the meantime, I desire to show you something,' she extended a hand and guided him to her quarters, leaving no space for argument as she held his hand in hers firmly.
Once they got into her quarters, they entered a room decorated far beyond any other beauty. She opened a cupboard and extended two fair arms to carry out a basin. It was full of a silvery substance-liquid which made occasional lapping on the sides of the basin. The queen set it upon a table and gently led him forwards.
'Young Legolas Greenleaf,' she said softly as she made him stand before the basin, 'This basin shows an elf's mate. You do know about elf mates, don't you?'
Legolas nodded. Elves had each a mate. Every elf would meet his or her mate one day but some never knew who theirs was. Being able to identify one's true mate was the greatest fortune of an elf. Many elves never knew who their mates were. To have a basin which could reveal who it was was truly a fortune, but Legolas had a suspicion he did not want to know at all.
'Then see for yourself who it is - I thought it might be of guidance to your troubled elf heart,'
Legolas knew there was no room to back away and he fearfully stared into the basin. For a second, all he saw was a beautiful young male elf, currently wearing a fearful expression. Then, the elf vanished and was replaced by a figure. The figure was blurred at first, but the image soon sharpened to reveal a man.
The man in the image had his back facing Legolas. But Legolas had no desire to know who he was for he already knew. And then the man turned around and Legolas stumbled back in confusion mixed with despair. Shoulder-length black hair, rugged looks. . .
Strider - Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
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This is my first attempt at Lord of the Rings slash. Hopefully it's halfway decent - review, ok?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
Synopsis:
Elves, if they are lucky, manage to find their true mates in their lifetimes. Legolas makes an astonishingly shocking discovery who his is but will he ever tell a dark-haired king-ranger? Or will he chose to follow a band of elves who dare not profess their love for a mortal? Can the difference between their races stop Legolas from admitting he likes Aragorn?
Read And Review. . .
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A gentle breeze swayed the deep green leaves on a tree. If one looked close enough, I could make out the distinct slender figure of an elf perched in the midst of all the leaves. Legolas was in a very relaxed mood as he stretched out languidly, ignoring the fact that probably half of his elves were out of their minds just searching for their prince. He yawned slightly, a very human act he had learnt just by spending a few weeks with Aragorn, the human King.
Speak of the devil, Legolas jolted awake as he thought of the raven-haired King. For every single hour since they had parted, Legolas had an aching feeling in his heart. He now pressed a pale hand against his tunic-covered chest in a curious gesture to figure out what was happening to his heart. There was a fluttery feeling that made him get slightly alarmed - were elves supposed to get fluttery feelings in their hearts?
Maybe it was just a passing illness - but did elves get illnesses? Perhaps it was time to consult the Lady Galadriel, maybe he should visit her someday, and Legolas made up his mind to ask the older elf about fluttery hearts and such.
But talking about Aragorn did make Legolas look dreamily at the leafy canopy. He missed the mellow, authoritative voice, the shoulder-length black tresses and the eyes. The piercing eyes which seemed to seek out every secret Legolas kept. What mellow voice, Legolas slapped himself in shock as he remembered whom he was thinking about. It was wrong of an elf - not to say, a male elf - and to add, a male elf-prince to be thinking of a human male king in such a way!
Besides, Legolas was sure that someday, he would be married to some female elf like Arwen who would then bear his little elf children and take care of them when he went for ambassador-trips to other elf kingdoms. How could he have had such highly-improper thoughts about his fellow warrior?!
A trumpet noise nearly made Legolas fall off the branch in alarm. 'Hail Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood!' a male voice shouted loud and clear and Legolas reluctantly slid down from his comfortable spot on the tree, to leap lightly down onto the ground as he faced human messengers.
'Yes yes, what is it you want with me now?' Legolas was in no mood to play the niceties and curtly asked as he eyed the two messengers, one holding a trumpet, the other holding an envelope sealed with a royal seal from the human kings. Don't tell me it's that Aragorn, Legolas groaned inwardly in frustration.
'Prince of Mirkwood, out great king Aragorn son of Arathorn sends an invitation to you. If you please, Prince,' the envelope was handed very politely to Legolas and he extended a white arm to take it. He opened the envelope and read the letter with an arched eyebrow.
'Legolas - Prince of Mirkwood,
Dark times we met, and now in fair weather I invite you to my kingdom for our old gathering of friends. Please do not prepare anything for during your stay, everything shall be prepared by our people. I trust you will come on the week after the full moon.
King Aragorn'
Legolas pursued the letter for another few times before he relented and reluctantly sent the messengers back with a 'Very well, I accept, now, be off with you,'. He sighed, if he was travelling by foot, he would need to start his journey the next day. He would have to spend tonight preparing a gift for Aragorn.
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The next day
Legolas sprang lightly among the trees, his bunch of arrows clattering pleasantly behind him and he held the elvish garment for Aragorn firmly under one arm. His silver-blonde hair was neatly braided as usual and caught the shimmer of the sunlight once or twice for he bounded too fast in and out of the trees.
He had been travelling for twelve hours straight and now he regretted being so nimble and quick in step for he was one day ahead of his planned time. He would have to find a place to linger about for a day whilst he journeyed. His mind flicked through possible resting spots which were of entertainment also and he decided upon the city of Galadhrim where he could both rest and be near other elves.
He looked at the horizon. The blood-red sun was soon setting, and darkness would soon engulf the whole area. He needed to veer off course eastwards now if he wanted to get there by an hour after sunset.
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Galadhrim
'Welcome, young Legolas,' the Lord Celeborn was tending to some business so Lady Galadriel welcomed him and brought him into the guest quarters they had. It was hard to believe she was even older than him, Legolas thought as he studied her golden braids and youthful face in admiration.
'Here is your room, Legolas. Rest well and eat well tonight,' she patted him on the shoulder and left him alone. Legolas sprang lightly upon the bed and gazed out of the window. A beautiful moon, white and pure, dimmed the shimmer of the stars as it hung up in the sky. Legolas soon found himself thinking along the lines of a certain ranger lying naked by the riverbed.
'Aargh,' he clenched his fists and unclenched them in a bid to self-reprove as he curtly told the little voice in his mind to shut up and mind it's own business and let him lead a normal male elf's life properly.
He had been having disturbing and alarming dreams for the past nights. It was not something to be laughed off, Legolas frowned, they had been rather sensual and tempting. Mostly were of Aragorn, nakedly bathed in moonlight by the river. 'This is wrong, Legolas, wrong,' Legolas rapped himself hard on the head, trying to get such vividly graphic images out of his mind.
He ended up berating himself harshly while he lay on the feathery bed to sleep, his bright eyes penetrating the darkness as he slept. And he immediately regretted his choice to sleep for he had a taste of one of the most erotically-disturbing dreams he ever had about Aragorn.
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The night was silent. Legolas treaded softly upon the fallen leaves effortlessly, his lips thinned into a fine line as if he knew what was laying in wait for him. He heard the rhythmic rushing noise of stream and river waters as he approached the edge of the river and let out a gasp.
The shimmering moonlight had fallen upon a single figure which lay sprawled out in a very seductive manner, extremely desirable and delicious-looking. The moonlight caressed the dark hair of Aragorn as he lounged languidly by the river, keeping his eyes firmly fixed upon Legolas.
The moonlight which lit up the dark waters of the river made them lap at the figure of Aragorn. Legolas felt the fluttery feeling in his heart again and curiously pressed a hand upon his heart. Was it Aragorn who was making his heart flutter like a nightingale? Legolas was roused from his elfish thoughts as Aragorn stretched out a hand.
'Come, Legolas,' the husky voice made Legolas shudder slightly as he felt himself walk, enthralled and completely lost in Aragorn's handsome face. Legolas had lost all subtlety as he approached the lounging ranger and knelt down next to the mortal. The harsh breath of the ranger, full of desire and temptation, roared through Legolas' mind.
'You are beautiful,' Legolas had always been called words like [pretty], [adorable] and [beautiful], but this certain compliment caught him off guard as he gave a shy smile and then replaced it with a pretty smile. He knew that many elves and mortals thought he was a girl at first glance, well, let them think he was one for all he cared.
'Thank you,' he prettily smiled again. Aragorn was watching him like a predator watching its prey, ever so keen and sharp. 'Don't mention it,' with a swift, quick movement that Legolas never calculated, Aragorn had Legolas pinned roughly to the ground. Aragorn now raised a finger and traced Legolas' jaw line.
The finger slid to Legolas' neck and two hands deftly unclasped the dark green cloak Legolas wore. 'Fair little elf,' Aragorn leaned down and whispered next to Legolas' ear, making the elf squirm slightly as strong fingers slid down his naked chest, stroking the pale skin underneath. His shirt was completely prised opened in the darkness.
What happened next was all a blur to Legolas - fingers running teasingly to and fro on his creamy skin. . .a hot mouth covering his in the moonlight as things swirled around them . . .a subtle moan of pleasure. . .the soft murmuring of his name over and over again. . . gentle caresses which sent shivers down his spine. . .
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Legolas knew self-control when he wanted to and he jerked himself out of the dream, gasping and praying that no elf had seen him in such an aroused state. It was humiliating - to be gasping and panting over a sleep like a mortal. Legolas had only seen Aragorn do so once or twice during the Fellowship. Aragorn had appeared highly embarrassed when Legolas had looked pointedly at him curiously.
'I need to walk about, then these bad dreams will go away,' Legolas might have been 3000 years old, but he had the mind of an innocent child sometimes. He convinced himself childishly that a walk was all he needed. He slipped out of the room into the gardens.
He was just blending against the shadows when he heard a soft voice, 'Legolas, what ails you so, young elf?'
Turning behind, he saw the Lady Galadriel, as beautiful as ever, smiling softly at him as she flicked a stray leaf from his tresses. Legolas was momentarily tongue-tied - well, he couldn't quite say that he had a dream about Strider. He settled on a neutral, 'It's a beautiful night,'
'And so are you, young prince. But your face is troubled. You need guidance,' the Lady Galadriel spoke gently as her eyes searched his.
'Nay, I shall not trouble my Lady,' Legolas declined as politely as he could. He was worried she might laugh at him. Besides, Strider was a simple matter, he tried to shove the matter aside as he locked eyes with the elf-queen once again.
'Since you decline guidance, I shall not press you, young Legolas. But know, Prince of Mirkwood, that you are free to approach me anytime. In the meantime, I desire to show you something,' she extended a hand and guided him to her quarters, leaving no space for argument as she held his hand in hers firmly.
Once they got into her quarters, they entered a room decorated far beyond any other beauty. She opened a cupboard and extended two fair arms to carry out a basin. It was full of a silvery substance-liquid which made occasional lapping on the sides of the basin. The queen set it upon a table and gently led him forwards.
'Young Legolas Greenleaf,' she said softly as she made him stand before the basin, 'This basin shows an elf's mate. You do know about elf mates, don't you?'
Legolas nodded. Elves had each a mate. Every elf would meet his or her mate one day but some never knew who theirs was. Being able to identify one's true mate was the greatest fortune of an elf. Many elves never knew who their mates were. To have a basin which could reveal who it was was truly a fortune, but Legolas had a suspicion he did not want to know at all.
'Then see for yourself who it is - I thought it might be of guidance to your troubled elf heart,'
Legolas knew there was no room to back away and he fearfully stared into the basin. For a second, all he saw was a beautiful young male elf, currently wearing a fearful expression. Then, the elf vanished and was replaced by a figure. The figure was blurred at first, but the image soon sharpened to reveal a man.
The man in the image had his back facing Legolas. But Legolas had no desire to know who he was for he already knew. And then the man turned around and Legolas stumbled back in confusion mixed with despair. Shoulder-length black hair, rugged looks. . .
Strider - Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
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This is my first attempt at Lord of the Rings slash. Hopefully it's halfway decent - review, ok?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa